5 posts tagged “music”
Got my hands on Chillout Ibiza. Am into chillout tunes. Story goes like this. We had access to a London radio station (Capital FM) but like a couple years back the subscription was cancelled by plenty of reasons that I never really gave a damn about. They played chillout tunes every morning and it caught me. Since then I've been hunting the tunes down and 'meditating' to them while doin my stuff.
I just find tranquility in the songs. Being an audiophile, I tend to place genres into my mood slots. Chillouts seem to be able to fit into most of them with ease. A lil review on Chillout Ibiza. The songs are not as natural as I would've expected them to be. Unlike the Buddha Bars or Asian ones, this one's a lil 'Ibizaetic' and has electronic synth in it. Still, it ain't so bad and I'd give it a 4 out of 5 under my own genre of "Electronic Chillout".
Anyway, to the story of my life. Life has been great so far. Been pulling through with many things to keep my mind occupied and been thinking so much lately. The myriad of thoughts is taking its toll and training seems to be the only way to keep them off my mind. Questions that need answers and answers that need questions. It all may seem stupid but my life's been a tangled mess no one would believe in either. Ever had that crazy thought that we might be alone in the world? And death. No one would be there to watch over our backs and if we die, it'd just be a big giant fullstop. The promise of heaven and hell is just there to give us a hopeful and happy death when we're alive. The hope that there's something in store for you when you shut down eternally. The thought of meeting god in all his greatness when we have played our parts on earth. I personally think that god is an image created in the likeness of man. To quote Karl Marx "religion is the opiate for the masses". ("Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditionst. It is the opium of the people".) My beliefs clash with that of the social norm. I see religion as a public expression of morally correct ethics. Praying is a schedule that need not be followed and when you need that extra boost of hope from the chaotic pulldowns, you turn to the hopeless act of praying.
Looking forward to the things in life can be depressing. I've been there many times. Yet I never stopped looking forward. Maybe I love the pain and depression that comes when the hope collapses. Maybe that's what churns my life. The life built upon the foundation of broken dreams and depression. Being emotionless has it tolls. You keep everything to yourself and never let anyone break that trance-like depression state you're in. Breaking it would mean breaking you. How ironic can it be? It's like a freak tumor. To stay alive, I gotta hold on to that tumor and to remove it would mean the death of me but keeping it would bring the same consequence.
I've told people around me that I plan to live life from day to day without worries. Honestly, that's a big lump of bullshit. Would you ever drive on a road to nowhere without anticipating what the end of the road has in store for you? No matter where it ends, you'd still have to worry about fuel and condition of the car. You are the car. Your fuel is your hope. Going nowhere drains your hope. With all hope drained, you'll be broken.
I love movies. They show you the great things in life that don't happen very often. Especially the part where the dying hero telling his loved one that he loves her right before he breathes his last. Sure. All this motivates us to have a loved one. But letting them know that they are loved is the other problem. Walk out the front door and get hit by a truck to a near death point with every bone in your body broken. With no one around you but the fugly truck driver, be my guest and tell him to "tell Laura I love her". The point is that life ain't a fuckin fairytale. The things that flash before our eyes before we reach the giant full stop ain't the things we've done in our lives but the things we didn't do in our lives. What we could've done...
While my whole post might seem to revolve around death, I never planned to talk about it. It was more about the regrets in life. If one ever regrets making a decision in their life, it's never too late to take it back...
Kinda like a theme song to the story..
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Judgment Series: The Converted
The world came to a halt. Time stopped. When the dust from the wars have settled, all that were left are the wandering souls and the few unlucky survivors of mankind. He was neither. He belonged to the Watchers. He sold his soul to them and was now one of the Converted. He started his life like anyone else in the world. Delving into the esoteric brought him to his enlightenment. Or so he thought...
Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
He sold his soul to the Watchers just to be able to see her again. For a chance to be immortal and be her invisible guardian. For you see, his love for her was forever. The scribes have said that the Converted had no soul to feel love and they lived to kill and spread hate. He was the living proof that they were wrong. She, thought he had died a long time ago. His body did, but not his spirit...
He longed to touch her, to hold her, to communicate... to tell her that he loves her and that he's there... but he is ultimately deprived of that privilege. He could only watch and contemplate on what could've been and sadly... what would've been.
The Judges were not happy with him. He had a job to be done and he had failed to show his dedication. They made a decision to terminate him of his duties... and his very existence. A war broke out between Heaven and Hell. The Converted were assigned to the frontlines in the battle. It was there that they abandoned him...
He fought alone till he could fight no more... and in a bloody defeat, lost his wings and fell down to earth. As his soul faded, he saw her... For a second, he thought she saw him too...
He smiled and closed his eyes...
another chillout tune... working on some of my mixes as well. ~~~
The Prime Minister of Malaysia visited our campus this afternoon. Being a student council committee, we were supposed to be there to greet the entourage. A beautiful storm was brewing while we waited for the VVIPs to arrive. Everyone was excited. Some nervous, fearful, curious. I didn't know what to expect so I just enjoyed the weather. When he finally arrived, all the crowd gathered to get a glimpse of the big guy. I loved being amidst an excited crowd. Everyone is caught off guard being who they really are and the line up of the crowd messed up. The student council was apparently bombarded by the management for the poor crowd management. We're not fucking security guards by the way. 95% of the crowd were adults. Most of them are fuckin graduates...
... and they do not know how to line up.
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Know and not fear, that someday you're gonna die...
Hung out with Irene and Darren after everything was done. Got Darren booked to take a 'portrait' pic for me next week. On a lighter note, Darren and Irene both met Shadow for the first time and I think they were both kinda excited about Shadow. Shadow was being rather curious about his surroundings...
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It's only after we've lost everything, then we're free to do anything...
Wonder whats all the hype about Valentines day. Right. Easy for a single guy to say. But I once loved someone and treated every moment I could like a V day. I think thats much better than buying roses for one day of the year and sissy cards just to show your love. Roses vs wild flowers? Cards vs a long old skool love letter? I choose the latters. Anyway, my opinions will not change the mindset of the masses. So, feel free to live life being a slave to the commercial world...
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The ability to make that which does not matter, truly slide...
Gonna post up some of my work. I believe I've posted some of these up in my previous blog and even on DA but I'm still gonna post them up here anyway. Below are some sketches and some of my unfinished work taken with my lovely Nokia 6230 (thus the blur)...
Three blind mice. I guess its obvious that they can't see. Or hear. Or taste. Or do whatever...
Wanted to write a weird story about the giant and the boy. There was supposed to be a dog at the end of the giant's leash but I was too lazy to draw the backside of a mutt. As you can guess, the story never even started...
I kinda dig jazz lately... Calming...
I've never bought a lot of CDs (bought a lot of pirated ones before though..) in one time as I did in Manila. The CDs were really cheap (around RM30-32 ea) and I couldnt help myself to pick out a few... And yes, they're originals...
