Terminal candidature disease

14 March marks the end of my existance in Nanyang Polytechnic. What do I have to say. Somewhat between blissful and sadness. Convoys to a brave new world then.

I failed the repeat core modules. Programming makes me sick after all. Spending that long hours in front of the empty white screen. It's like reading a book with no pictures, no start, no ending. White flag up.

I failed to make good study friends too. I sat beside moron overlords. They came the latest but went home the earilest. And they spent dogsh*t valuable time on the msn messenger, game cheat code sites, listening to airheaded techno.

F*ckin' poor time planning. And I was diseased by them. I am silent screaming. I might me dead by now.

I strangely hate being around with the year ones. Wait. Even my repeat comrades. They speak their own tougue happily. I might been an invisible outcast. I anticipate a very silent atmosphere even with the presence of "friends".

My school life might be called as... sh*t.

Week eleven ends

Week 12 of year 2008 come. Week 11 gone. Soilwork to play live in Singapore? I hope it'll happen because I'm a 'level 4 (of 5)' fan of them. And have to start saving bucks. Though they are starting to become like Linkin Park...

How am I? It's been very long since I attended school. 6 out of 9 weeks of the holiday had passed. 9 weeks?! Yes. You heard me. Call me a slacker.

I also might have become 'seasoned' to the sleeping of only 2 hours or less in the nighttime, whilst 5 hours and beyond in the morning (till late noon). Sounds like sleeping disorder.

So hows my weekend? Been practising moderately on the guitars, focusing and improving on War On Humanity song. And as usual working on a saturday night.

If you've been dreaming quite a lot about this sweet girl whom you know, having a short walk with her could be pleasant after all. A walk at the seaside? Sounds like soap opera.

Never Say Die

Been staying up in the morning before jamm to revise on WOH. Nesh couldn't attend again for the jamm that sunday. I'm disappointed. Very. And I felt like not coming down at all yesterday. But a little walk with a hot chick kinda motivates me.

And on the way in the mrt to the studio, I met with brother Rosle Salim.

Who? The unfortunate but 'never say die' dude who was featured at Berita Harian frontpage! Cool. Of course, at first I was unsure whether it was him. " Apa khabar bang, pergi kerja?", I shook his hand. He smiled.

I feel touched of course. I hope I make his day. And he somewhat makes my day too. Meeting him taught me an important lesson. Be thankful to God while you still have your good life. And your legs!

Let me translate the main heading: "Couldn't walk, lives alone by himself but never given up in life." Brader Rosle, rock on! \m/

The Jamm

Although there's only one guitarist in the house, I quite enjoyed myself. During the solos, we temporarily become like a nu-metal band. Haha. Though I came out with a little some 'solos' to light up the party. And it's been very long since I jammed with Nullified vocalist Farhan.

Improving on WOH, much better than last session. Nullified's The Face still sounds fresh and very enjoyable. The trivium cover song was a bit messed up. Clarence sounds like the old vocalist of sentenced with their cover song. Overall, great time.

Shopping

After jamming me Clarence, Syaz and his brother embark on a great journey to the west. From raffles place to orchard road.

And the biggest obstacle would be the fort canning hill! Tiring but great workout. It took more than 45 minutes for your info. On a strolling speed.

We reached the hereens and took a 10 minutes rest on the bench in the cool air-con. Hmv kinda sucked. Too many blanks in the extreme metal section. I only bought myself a HIM official calendar at 1.95 bucks.

So cheap? I think people prefer pictures of ville valo without facial hair. Haha.

Inokii was a smashing time. Finally got my hands on Decapitated's Winds of Creation re-issue with bonus DVD. The band has an average age of 18 on their debut album. They're not american kids, but polish. And even better, they're not deathcore.

Monsoon madness

Just came back from jogging. In the wet weather.

At first it was a light drizzle, but halfway along the jetty it became heavy. And so played Winter Madness by Wintersun in my mp3 player. All I could imagine is the battle scene from Lord Of The Rings II, at Helms Deep where warriors fought in the rain.

Eh? Okay make it monsoon madness!

Ladies, do you understand a situation when a guy jogs in the rain? Yes, how he feels inside.

Last Sunday I've made huge mistakes on the guitars. Well, W.O.H has quite technical riffs after all.

The band members have been talking a lot about making demos and stuff. But I think I'll rather focus on the music itself. Songs creation and songs execution (which I'm a bit on the losing side now).

Yes, I'm quite tired of the demo talk. Sometimes I'll have to cover my ears when Farid opens his mouth.

Killing yourself to live

It's that time again when I have something burning in me.

Implosion anger. I'll think one day I'll die of heart attack. There's too much spikes and thorns that I kept and grew in me. I might have failed to vomit them out. I'm not a really a happy, peaceful person inside.

And so there's metal music. Nuff' said.

Hoping that some cold black metal blast beat will rape off the disturbing thoughts. A music from a different era to distance away from a facing conflict.

The dark symphony which clears the ringing distortion in the head. A brutal melody to carry on for tomorrow...

This lone fury ulver has to survive.