I've been waiting for the NCBL to start since UBSA's abrupt exit in the playoffs last year. Not playing in any tourneys prior to this year's NCBL was sad, and it made me feel sad, but it was also tough, and it made me tougher. I think.
Up until a month or so ago, I was hyped up to play but the organizers have been delaying the start of the league. Am pretty sure the date got pushed in front (at the last minute, not to forget) around 3 times before today. Huhu. Now I'm just sad because I've lost all 'hype'. Sigh. Kang aku turun Cheras ball macam main petang je kang..
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Tolong Tutup Lampu
I hate it when people get too caught up when I let them hear my songs. This has happened quite often, and it's quite annoying because it feels like they take the songs too seriously. The worse is when people think that I wrote the song specifically for them, even though i'm just doing this a hobby. Siap emo dengan aku lak. Sakai. Anyways, this is the latest song I did. Don't forget to push the CC button under the video for the lyrics aite.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Dude
If people around me say that I'm a good person, but I become insecure, spiteful, stupid, insensitive, lifeless, egoistic and pathetic when I come into extended contact with you, does that mean you bring out the worst in me? No, I'm not saying you're a bad person. Quite the contrary, really. But I just think that the more time I spend with you, the more mistakes I'll do and it's just a waste of time.
Again, please understand that I'm not saying any of this is your fault. It's not you, it's me. Even if you don't do anything to me, I still become a horrible person when I'm with you and I don't want that. I hate you for it (spiteful sungguh), but I don't feel like doing anything about it. Not worth the effort. I don't even feel like I want to see you anymore. So please don't get emo if I don't reply your messages or calls after this. I just think that I would slowly become a completely pathetic person if I keep on being friends with you. So, hurm, ciao.
Again, please understand that I'm not saying any of this is your fault. It's not you, it's me. Even if you don't do anything to me, I still become a horrible person when I'm with you and I don't want that. I hate you for it (spiteful sungguh), but I don't feel like doing anything about it. Not worth the effort. I don't even feel like I want to see you anymore. So please don't get emo if I don't reply your messages or calls after this. I just think that I would slowly become a completely pathetic person if I keep on being friends with you. So, hurm, ciao.
Oh, I Love My Loves!
Of the top of my head, the three worldly things that I love the most are my family, basketball and music. Right now, I'm feeling happy about all three. Music's been surprisingly pleasant for me ever since I started writing, and it's awesome.
One thing about my recordings now,I've been figuring out cheap ways of getting better audio recording for my songs. Right now, my process of recording a song still costs next to nothing but the audio quality has improved by leaps and bounds since my first rap session. The video below explains how I record the vocals for the song, while I add in the music later in Windows Movie Maker by combining the video of me rapping (with little or no music) with the mp3 for the instrumental track. Will do this for my future vids until I find other cheap ways that produce better results.
Layan.
One thing about my recordings now,I've been figuring out cheap ways of getting better audio recording for my songs. Right now, my process of recording a song still costs next to nothing but the audio quality has improved by leaps and bounds since my first rap session. The video below explains how I record the vocals for the song, while I add in the music later in Windows Movie Maker by combining the video of me rapping (with little or no music) with the mp3 for the instrumental track. Will do this for my future vids until I find other cheap ways that produce better results.
Layan.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Merosakkan lagu Yuna - Penakut
Here's the lyrics to the song. Please don't read too much into what i write, because you never know if i'm really talking about you. Anyways;
Tak semua kau rancang akan berlaku
Aku cuma nakkan kita ada masa depan
Tapi sayangnya semua hanya tinggal rancangan
Mungkin nasib tak menyebelahi aku
Mungkin nasib tak menyebelahi aku
Kau terlalu selamba keluarkan kata-kata
Kenapa? Terlalu mudah engkau surrender?
Entah mengapa engkau yang aku cinta
Entah mengapa engkau yang aku cinta
Memang cinta buta, bukan ke aku dah kata
Walau buta tapi cinta kita sempurna
Mungkin lebih baik kau ku lepas saja
Mungkin lebih baik kau ku lepas saja
Takkan kau sanggup hilangkan semua?
Takkan kau sanggup tinggalkan semua?
Chorus
Oh ini tidak adil tidak adil baginya (memang pun)
Oh ini tidak adil tidak adil bagiku (aku faham)
Oh ini tidak adil
Untuk kau bertanya jika ku mencintaimu juga
Tidak adil tidak adil baginya
Biarpun banyak beban ada kat depan
Aku tak mengaku kalah, masih ada harapan
Sebab ingatan kita waktu zaman dulu
Takkan nak persiakan apa kita dah lalu
Mungkin lebih baik kalau kita duduk dulu
Bawa bincang perlahan, i will listen to you
Tapi tolong jangan bila kita muka-ke-muka
Kau mintak izin pergi, bukak cerita sama
Kau tak pernah cuba memahami aku
Sumpah tak tipu memang aku dah cuba
Tapi engkau yang tak sabar untuk tunggu aku belajar
Cinta kau ucap tak pernah engkau tunjuk
Bukannya tak pernah tapi engkau yang tak nampak
Cinta kau ucap tak pernah engkau tunjuk
Bukannya tak pernah tapi engkau yang tak nampak
Engkau yang tak faham cara-cara aku sayang
Dan bila tiba saat ku kehilangan
Hilangkan apa yang ada masa dulu
Aku masih ada tapi engkau yang celaru
Beban yang tak pernah kau cuba ringankan
Beban yang tak pernah kau cuba ringankan
Aku merayu, mulai saat ini
Apa jua beratnya di hati tolonglah berkongsi
Ulang Chorus
Kau bukan milikku
Aku faham perasaan kau celaru
Hubungan kita memang haru biru
Aku yakin yang sakit cuma sementara
Tapi penghujungnya kita akan bahagia
Yang penting cuma kita dua-dua
Tak boleh berhenti dari mencuba.
Aku tahu kau pedih tapi aku pun sama
Hati kau terbakar, jiwa aku terseksa
Tapi Cuma satu benda je dalam dunia
Yang boleh buat kita pulih semula.
Tapi kau penakut.
Dan aku memang penakut
Mengakui cinta kepadamu
Seribu kali ku cuba ucapkan
Bila bersamamu
Kau bukan milikku
Dan engkau pun tahu
Kau bukan milikku
Mengakui cinta kepadamu
Seribu kali ku cuba ucapkan
Bila bersamamu
Kau bukan milikku
Dan engkau pun tahu
Kau bukan milikku
Monday, April 11, 2011
Random Rant
I've been noticing more portrayals of domestic violence on the television lately. I hate violence against women. I hate guys who do it. I got sick after watching this one scene from Gemilang on TV3 where this under-aged kid was repeatedly molested by her stepdad. Even more sickening was Kemboja Putih's whole 'gang-raped by strangers in front of own husband' thing. Can't stomach it. I try to make an effort and keep my mom company when she watches her tv series, but I just walk away when things like that come on.
I feel like the issue is too real for me and I can't be comfortable around it. Some of the people closest to me has gone through it, and I've seen how it changes them. I don't think I'll ever be able to understand what they go through, but I know that it's awful.
Screw you if you hit ladies, bro. YOU'RE a fucking bitch.
I feel like the issue is too real for me and I can't be comfortable around it. Some of the people closest to me has gone through it, and I've seen how it changes them. I don't think I'll ever be able to understand what they go through, but I know that it's awful.
Screw you if you hit ladies, bro. YOU'RE a fucking bitch.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
If Only
Kesan bila The Poison masuk badan - Aku rosakkan lagu orang. Silakan.
G Bm
Pagi sampai malam, damansara ke shah alam.
Em C
Semua arah aku pandang asyik terbayang.
G Bm
Teringat balik waktu kita dalam kereta.
Em A
Pastu peluk lama-lama, seram bulu roma.
G Bm
Pelukan tu berhantu, langsung tak tipu.
Em C
Sampai aku buat lagu, sebab nak bagitau.
G Bm
Aku tak nak kau pergi jauh-jauh lagi.
Em A
Tak nak jadi macam dulu aku tak nak sakit lagi.
C Bm
So tolong, tolong jangan jual mahal dengan aku.
C Bm D
Aku takut aku tak larat dah nak tunggu.
G
Boleh tak kalau kau stay kali ni?
D
Kalau boleh aku nak kau janji.
B
Boleh tak kalau tak bergaduh lagi?
C
Oh if only!
G Bm
Aku pecah musnah hancur luluh sudah.
Em C
Dulu kau pergi, memang aku lemah.
G Bm
Aku dah elok sekarang. Aku belajar tabah.
Em A
Tapi still penasaran dengan engkau jugak.
G Bm
Tapi kali ni aku taknak terus terjun.
Em C
Sebab kalau kau tak sambut, teruk aku jatuh.
G Bm
Tolong la bagi signal, aku just nak tau.
Em A
Kalau aku hulur tangan, kau sambut tak aku?
G Bm
Pagi sampai malam, damansara ke shah alam.
Em C
Semua arah aku pandang asyik terbayang.
G Bm
Teringat balik waktu kita dalam kereta.
Em A
Pastu peluk lama-lama, seram bulu roma.
G Bm
Pelukan tu berhantu, langsung tak tipu.
Em C
Sampai aku buat lagu, sebab nak bagitau.
G Bm
Aku tak nak kau pergi jauh-jauh lagi.
Em A
Tak nak jadi macam dulu aku tak nak sakit lagi.
C Bm
So tolong, tolong jangan jual mahal dengan aku.
C Bm D
Aku takut aku tak larat dah nak tunggu.
G
Boleh tak kalau kau stay kali ni?
D
Kalau boleh aku nak kau janji.
B
Boleh tak kalau tak bergaduh lagi?
C
Oh if only!
G Bm
Aku pecah musnah hancur luluh sudah.
Em C
Dulu kau pergi, memang aku lemah.
G Bm
Aku dah elok sekarang. Aku belajar tabah.
Em A
Tapi still penasaran dengan engkau jugak.
G Bm
Tapi kali ni aku taknak terus terjun.
Em C
Sebab kalau kau tak sambut, teruk aku jatuh.
G Bm
Tolong la bagi signal, aku just nak tau.
Em A
Kalau aku hulur tangan, kau sambut tak aku?
The Poison
Dear Poison, i hate you.
Your venom has escalated to a new level,
and it has somehow found ways
of toying with space and time.
i feel like a small child when i'm near you,
and i stare and appreciate, amazed.
But you turn me into an emotional teen
complete with the brooding look
and dark get-up
when you turn me away.
And it feels like a turnover.
Even worse is The Poison
when it's applied slowly,
through a one-minute hug.
It turns me old,
well into my sunset,
i'm sure.
Because i kept on thinking,
"it's been too long, please don't leave again",
as if i've waited for 50 years,
like i'm that dude from that cholera-love-novel thingy,
through that one-minute hug.
Your venom has escalated to a new level,
and it has somehow found ways
of toying with space and time.
i feel like a small child when i'm near you,
and i stare and appreciate, amazed.
But you turn me into an emotional teen
complete with the brooding look
and dark get-up
when you turn me away.
And it feels like a turnover.
Even worse is The Poison
when it's applied slowly,
through a one-minute hug.
It turns me old,
well into my sunset,
i'm sure.
Because i kept on thinking,
"it's been too long, please don't leave again",
as if i've waited for 50 years,
like i'm that dude from that cholera-love-novel thingy,
through that one-minute hug.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
It's Only A Joke
This is done over Nelly's Country Grammar. I love Nelly's first album, but I don't really listen to any of his stuff after his debut. Anyways, I don't rap loud because I was doing it at home while people were still awake and I had to keep the volume down. So, don't focus on the presentation, concentrate on the content. Am I making sense?
Wassap berasap baby aku naik lagi.
Dah datang ilham aku menjadi-jadi.
So what? Aku layan terus balut sampai pagi.
Mata rabak kimak pun aku tak reti-reti.
Engkau hulur tangan, pastu mintak peluk.
Tapi aku tak layan sebab perangai engkau teruk.
Aku bagi betis engkau mintak peha.
Tapi aku tak kisah sebab engkau memang loser.
So jangan rasa marah jangan rasa segan.
Bila dengan aku memang confirm kau kena bahan.
Sebab engkau lauk yang sedap dimakan.
Tiap-tiap hari tapau pun tak rasa bosan.
Sori. Terasa ke? Ko emo ke?
Aku bukan serius. Cuma melawak je.
Takkan kacau sikit pun kau nak merajuk.
Chill la bai. It's only a joke.
So meh sini aku nak ajar sikit.
Kalau dengan aku tak payah nak sensitif.
Tak payah cover, tak payah buat bising.
Kalau salah nanti, engkau jugak yang pening kan?
Apa kau pikir, semuanya merapu.
Pastu bajet betul, naik menyampah aku.
Gaya je lebih, muka tak tau malu.
Lepas kena sekolah terus datang merayu.
Baru tahu, langit dan bumi.
Tapi kau lagi teruk sebab engkau bawah lagi.
Tunggu siap lubang aku pergi gali.
Boleh tanam engkau dalam enam kaki, get it?
Wassap berasap baby aku naik lagi.
Dah datang ilham aku menjadi-jadi.
So what? Aku layan terus balut sampai pagi.
Mata rabak kimak pun aku tak reti-reti.
Engkau hulur tangan, pastu mintak peluk.
Tapi aku tak layan sebab perangai engkau teruk.
Aku bagi betis engkau mintak peha.
Tapi aku tak kisah sebab engkau memang loser.
So jangan rasa marah jangan rasa segan.
Bila dengan aku memang confirm kau kena bahan.
Sebab engkau lauk yang sedap dimakan.
Tiap-tiap hari tapau pun tak rasa bosan.
Sori. Terasa ke? Ko emo ke?
Aku bukan serius. Cuma melawak je.
Takkan kacau sikit pun kau nak merajuk.
Chill la bai. It's only a joke.
So meh sini aku nak ajar sikit.
Kalau dengan aku tak payah nak sensitif.
Tak payah cover, tak payah buat bising.
Kalau salah nanti, engkau jugak yang pening kan?
Apa kau pikir, semuanya merapu.
Pastu bajet betul, naik menyampah aku.
Gaya je lebih, muka tak tau malu.
Lepas kena sekolah terus datang merayu.
Baru tahu, langit dan bumi.
Tapi kau lagi teruk sebab engkau bawah lagi.
Tunggu siap lubang aku pergi gali.
Boleh tanam engkau dalam enam kaki, get it?
Lagu Ubi
Step 1: Find instrumental track, play and keep it on repeat.
Step 2: Feel the song, and start writing crap.
Step 3: Organize the crap.
Step 4: Record self crapping.
Step 5: Upload on Youtube.
Here's the first song I did, along with lyrics.
Wassap berasap yo aku rap lagi.
Buat kau rasa angau dari malam sampai pagi.
Tak payah ada dj, tak payah ada muzik.
Rap aku terbabow - janji ada beat sikit.
Kalau beat tak ada, aku buat selamba.
Pasang lagu dekat utube kalau boleh ikut aje.
Takkan risau takkan brenti kalau internet takde.
Sebab rhyme aku hebat - buat engkau ternganga.
Ayat aku mengalir sampai kau meleleh.
Mana boleh bagi lebih bagi sikit-sikit sudey.
Ayat aku jangan curi jangan cuba jangan berani.
Silap-silap lidah engkau yang jadi terbelit nanti.
Ukur baju di badan sendiri, kalau dah kecik pandai-pandai la lari.
Sedar sikit siapa diri, tolong jangan berlagak kalau kau masih rookie.
Diam-diam ubi berisi, biarpun mati aku takkan berhenti.
Diam-diam ubi berisi, buat apa lari kalau belum puas lagi.
Mana kau pegi, aku tak habis lagi.
Ini lagu mixtape bukannya lagu mainstream.
Tak payah ada chorus, tak payah orang nyanyi.
Cuma suara aku keeping u company.
Gaya aku tak berubah walaupun mic depan mata.
Flow aku natural, flow engkau apa ada.
Pergi mampus cakap orang aku peduli apa.
Korang nak buat bising aku diam-diam aje.
Bila music masuk, kepala kau angguk.
Kita bagi pusing sampai kau pening.
Kita bagi belit sampai kau naik.
Kita bagi layan sampai kau pengsan.
Diam-diam ubi berisi, biarpun mati aku takkan berhenti.
Diam-diam ubi berisi, buat apa lari kalau belum puas lagi.
If you notice, there's no real direction in the song. It's basically like a pointless cerita. I'm just playing around with words here, so don't hate. Will post lyrics to my other songs in the future. Keep on checking out my blog, please? lol
Step 2: Feel the song, and start writing crap.
Step 3: Organize the crap.
Step 4: Record self crapping.
Step 5: Upload on Youtube.
Here's the first song I did, along with lyrics.
Wassap berasap yo aku rap lagi.
Buat kau rasa angau dari malam sampai pagi.
Tak payah ada dj, tak payah ada muzik.
Rap aku terbabow - janji ada beat sikit.
Kalau beat tak ada, aku buat selamba.
Pasang lagu dekat utube kalau boleh ikut aje.
Takkan risau takkan brenti kalau internet takde.
Sebab rhyme aku hebat - buat engkau ternganga.
Ayat aku mengalir sampai kau meleleh.
Mana boleh bagi lebih bagi sikit-sikit sudey.
Ayat aku jangan curi jangan cuba jangan berani.
Silap-silap lidah engkau yang jadi terbelit nanti.
Ukur baju di badan sendiri, kalau dah kecik pandai-pandai la lari.
Sedar sikit siapa diri, tolong jangan berlagak kalau kau masih rookie.
Diam-diam ubi berisi, biarpun mati aku takkan berhenti.
Diam-diam ubi berisi, buat apa lari kalau belum puas lagi.
Mana kau pegi, aku tak habis lagi.
Ini lagu mixtape bukannya lagu mainstream.
Tak payah ada chorus, tak payah orang nyanyi.
Cuma suara aku keeping u company.
Gaya aku tak berubah walaupun mic depan mata.
Flow aku natural, flow engkau apa ada.
Pergi mampus cakap orang aku peduli apa.
Korang nak buat bising aku diam-diam aje.
Bila music masuk, kepala kau angguk.
Kita bagi pusing sampai kau pening.
Kita bagi belit sampai kau naik.
Kita bagi layan sampai kau pengsan.
Diam-diam ubi berisi, biarpun mati aku takkan berhenti.
Diam-diam ubi berisi, buat apa lari kalau belum puas lagi.
If you notice, there's no real direction in the song. It's basically like a pointless cerita. I'm just playing around with words here, so don't hate. Will post lyrics to my other songs in the future. Keep on checking out my blog, please? lol
Thursday, February 10, 2011
New Project: Day 4
What's up berasap, guys. As I've mentioned, I was not able to get the music to go with my rhymes, so I had to put that plan on hold first. So I'm doing something different instead. I'm going to start out by writing 4 lines for a random song, which is what I did below. I replaced the second bridge of the song with a rapping part, but it's only 4 lines. I'll start with a new project soon, in which I'll try to write a whole verse instead. In the mean time, check this out first.
Em A
Ku tahu ku bukan terbaik
Em A
Namun ku rasa kita molek
C G
Sebagai sepasangan
C G
Merpati dua sejoli
Bridge:
Em A
Tik tok tik detak detik waktu
Em A
Usah dibiarkan berlalu
C G
Tanpa ku disisimu
C D
Tanpa ku kekasihmu
Chorus:
G Bm
Setiap kali ku baca hikayat cinta agung
C D G
Tragedi komedi Aku terasa
G Bm C
Seolah ia tercipta menceritakan
D
Tentang kisah kita...
G A
Selalu mahu selalu
C G
Dekat denganmu Saling denganku
G A
Cemburu, resah dan rindu
C G
Bergaul rasa Bila kau tiada...
Em A
Tik tok tik aku tambah rap sikit, jangan buat muka terkejut atau muka pelik
Em A
Sebenarnya memang lama aku rasa begini, kalau kita berdua nampak macam Romi Juli
C G
Sampai orang cakap depan belakang dan tepi, “Cik Abang dan Cik Akak ni nampak sooo sweet!”
C D
Kalah Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie. Sebijik macam merpati dua sejoli
New Project: Day 3
Remember how I'm supposed to play around with my guitar today to figure out the song? Well one thing led to another and I actually wrote a rap part for Elyana's song, Molek, instead. Random, right? Well, not really. Here's the thing.
After spending the better part of the day experimenting with my guitar, I have come to the conclusion that I don't know how to put together an arrangement that won't sound crappy. It'll take a while for me to learn more tricks in finding a right sound, and it (realistically) won't be anytime soon. However, I still feel like writing. This means that this 'new project' of mine would have to go through some changes. So, hurm, if I want to write rhymes, but I'm crap at writing music, what should I do? Take someone else's song, and just rap over it. So that'll be my new goal for this project. Instead of writing a song from scratch, I will find a song, replace one verse and/or bridge with rapping parts, and record myself playing the song.
So there it goes. As an experiment, I inserted a new bridge to Elyana's song, and I've tried playing it on the guitar. Turned out okay, I guess. Will record and upload a video of that tomorrow before I start work on the new 'new project'.
After spending the better part of the day experimenting with my guitar, I have come to the conclusion that I don't know how to put together an arrangement that won't sound crappy. It'll take a while for me to learn more tricks in finding a right sound, and it (realistically) won't be anytime soon. However, I still feel like writing. This means that this 'new project' of mine would have to go through some changes. So, hurm, if I want to write rhymes, but I'm crap at writing music, what should I do? Take someone else's song, and just rap over it. So that'll be my new goal for this project. Instead of writing a song from scratch, I will find a song, replace one verse and/or bridge with rapping parts, and record myself playing the song.
So there it goes. As an experiment, I inserted a new bridge to Elyana's song, and I've tried playing it on the guitar. Turned out okay, I guess. Will record and upload a video of that tomorrow before I start work on the new 'new project'.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
New Project: Day 2
What's up berasap, y'all? Hoho.. Aku tak pernah guna ayat tu kat sini kan? Selalunya cuma jumpa ayat tu kat pemainbolakeranjang.com je. Anywho, my new project is to basically write an acoustic rap song in 5 days. I've been contemplating this for quite some time but just like the procrastinator I am, I kept putting it off. So now my goal is to finish the song in 5 days. Day 1 was yesterday, in which I did some light research on the web. Day 2 would be me writing about my chosen theme sampai lebam. Oh, I plan on writing in Malay. Lupa bagitau. Hoho. Day 3 would be the guitar part of the song. Day 4 would be about combining Day 2 and Day 3. Day 5 would be the uploading part. So, here goes.
Orait. Baju dah bukak. Badan dah sandar. Balut dah nyala. Bermula cerita. Bangun pagi aku best sebab takde keje. Takyah pakai alarm beb sebab kelas pun dah takde. Lantak aku ikut aku bangun pukul berapa. Hari ni cuti doh, ko bingit buat pe? Mandi, lupakan dulu. Laptop yang kena dulu. Layan dulu sejam-dua pastu baru boleh. Siap, siap. Lepas mandi terus makan depan tv.
Layan sial kalau takde keje. Langsung tak rasa stres, buat apa aje. Tiap-tiap hari macam ni pun takpe. Janji kena dulu, uhuk, sepam-dua.
Bila dah petang dan kat luar pulak terang. Apa lagi tunggu-tunggu terus siap ambik barang. Kasut, seluar, stokin dan bola. UiTM ball. What's up, berasap? Turun muka rilek tapi main muka ketat. Member-member, bro. Tak susah sangat. Kita main sesama kita. Kita main biar fun. Sebab camtu ar cara kita buat kawan. Malam lepak minum. Kalau tak larat duduk rumah. Layan laptop lagi, tengok kartun tak pun movie. Pastu balut besar punya buat teman nak tido. Sebab dah takde keje doh. Apa lagi, tido!
Bukan lawak beb tapi memang tekanan. Betul-betul, dik. Bukannya COBAAN.
Ok. Don't know if I can use it yet. Esok try buat lagu pulak. Lusa I'll post the lyrics up. I think. Kalau sempat. You know me. Peace!
Orait. Baju dah bukak. Badan dah sandar. Balut dah nyala. Bermula cerita. Bangun pagi aku best sebab takde keje. Takyah pakai alarm beb sebab kelas pun dah takde. Lantak aku ikut aku bangun pukul berapa. Hari ni cuti doh, ko bingit buat pe? Mandi, lupakan dulu. Laptop yang kena dulu. Layan dulu sejam-dua pastu baru boleh. Siap, siap. Lepas mandi terus makan depan tv.
Layan sial kalau takde keje. Langsung tak rasa stres, buat apa aje. Tiap-tiap hari macam ni pun takpe. Janji kena dulu, uhuk, sepam-dua.
Bila dah petang dan kat luar pulak terang. Apa lagi tunggu-tunggu terus siap ambik barang. Kasut, seluar, stokin dan bola. UiTM ball. What's up, berasap? Turun muka rilek tapi main muka ketat. Member-member, bro. Tak susah sangat. Kita main sesama kita. Kita main biar fun. Sebab camtu ar cara kita buat kawan. Malam lepak minum. Kalau tak larat duduk rumah. Layan laptop lagi, tengok kartun tak pun movie. Pastu balut besar punya buat teman nak tido. Sebab dah takde keje doh. Apa lagi, tido!
Bukan lawak beb tapi memang tekanan. Betul-betul, dik. Bukannya COBAAN.
Ok. Don't know if I can use it yet. Esok try buat lagu pulak. Lusa I'll post the lyrics up. I think. Kalau sempat. You know me. Peace!
Monday, February 7, 2011
New Project
I read that in order for me to start writing lyrics, I should first write about a single topic/issue/theme. Get about one page's worth of words, then move on to the music. Only then should I edit the full page of words into two verses, a bridge and a chorus. This sounds like a really interesting to do. Will use this blog to chart my progress. Hoho..
Friday, March 26, 2010
Random Rant
i hate it when i get into this zone. this state of literally not being able to focus on anything, right in the middle of a cynical smile with a finger rubbing against the side of my forehead. i barely feel the breeze but i get chills from a breath of air. i close my eyes occasionally, albeit for a few seconds, and reassure myself. it calms me down for a while, but the peace usually doesn't last very long. the flashes still come in massive tidal waves of emotional distraught. i start to over-think certain things. i end up over-analyzing everything. damn, those burnt bridges taught me a lot. but have i learned from them?
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Feeling Like a Celeb
Damn. So many months without a post and that's how I start, huh? Oh well.
Anyways, I'm going to write about basketball. KLNC's started. UBSA's two games in and is currently at 1-1. They lost to Swoosh earlier today despite holding their own in the first half. I think UBSA lost mainly because of three things:
Anyways, I'm going to write about basketball. KLNC's started. UBSA's two games in and is currently at 1-1. They lost to Swoosh earlier today despite holding their own in the first half. I think UBSA lost mainly because of three things:
- The Swoosh coaching staff sekolahkan UBSA's coaching volunteers in the second half. Bad player rotation and set-play recognition by the coach(es) screwed UBSA over. Damn.
- Stamina is an issue. UBSA looked deflated in the second half. Or maybe it was because they were essentially playing 8 players (against Swoosh's 12), with two missing the game and another two playing limited minutes.
- Baaad refs? During the third quarter, Swoosh players were getting fouls called their way like nobody's business. This basically set them up for the win as they coasted to a 20pt lead or something during that stretch. (Maybe it's not the referees' fault, and the Swoosh players are just good at getting fouls. Who knows?) I wish I can find out the exact number of fouls committed by both teams in the quarter. I bet UBSA had, like, double the amount of fouls or something. Anybody else want to wager on this?
- Mr. X is an anchor on defense, and a graceful beast on offense. He managed to keep Zaril from getting boards even though Zaril has a good 25kgs on him. And his post-moves, although slow, are actually good enough to send great interior defenders (such as Panje and Zaril) flying in all the wrong directions. (If only we could get him the ball more. The team's mindset in executing the set-plays is too perimeter-oriented, and often this results in the post players not getting the ball enough. This just screws up the balance in the ball-rotation) Mr. X is definitely a building block for UBSA.
- Alip had a hot streak in the game, and it looked amazing. He was hitting jumpers, getting and-ones, shooting threes, and basically had a beautiful offensive game. Too bad he got
screwed by the refsinto foul trouble. - UBSA is good offensively, and they can get scoring opportunities whenever they are disciplined enough in executing their set-plays. However, people seem to not see the real reason why UBSA is a good team. It's actually because their starting 5 is a good defensive team. In the first half, when the starting 5 was still mostly intact, Swoosh 1 did not get many open shots in the first tries, but mainly scored after getting offensive rebounds. Of course this shows that UBSA is crap at rebounding, but it also shows that UBSA has the ability to keep Swoosh from scoring more than 70 (which is no easy feat).
- Abang Syed kept on joking with me about NCBL jerseys. Yasier joked about me having too much gaya on the court. Jokes aside, bila Swoosh BC nak offer aku jadi coach ni? Hakhak..
- I'm glad I have friends who shout and scream not just for UBSA but for me. Felt good to hear people scream "NICE!" after making hustle plays. You guys make me feel like a celebrity. Thanks guys. Korang memang terbabow.
- The organizers started all the games about an hour early, but I was not informed until I got to the stadium. Lucky (almost) the whole team came more than an hour early.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Random Emo Song of the Week
Dazmelon - Terbang
The original version of this song is so energetic yet still mushy. It's exactly what you'd imagine a rocker who's truly in love would sing. However, I couldn't find a proper video for this song on Youtube. Instead,cringe listen as yours truly sing off-key while helplessly playing the guitar. As usual, lines that interest me are bold.
Andai bisa ku terbang,
Tinggi di awan,
Kan ku terbang sayap impian,
Melayang tinggi diruangan angkasa.
Namun semua hanya impian,
Yang tak mungkin bisa ku janjikan,
Seperti apa yang terjadi di kisah khayalan,
Hanya mimpi yang bisa ku janjikan,
Realiti ini bukannya seperti mimpi sang puteri.
Maafkan aku melukai mu,
Maafkan ku kerna tak bisa,
Ku hadirkan semua mimpi-mimpi mu,
Pegang tangan ku pejam mata mu,
Dan selami hati yang berbunga,
Dan pastinya kau kan melayang,
Terbang di angkasa.
Bersama ku berdua jelajahi kisah cinta,
Seperti di dalam kisah sang arjuna,
Kita terbang bersama,
Berdua diruangan angkasa,
Bahagia cinta tercipta,
Biar pun bukan di realitinya
The original version of this song is so energetic yet still mushy. It's exactly what you'd imagine a rocker who's truly in love would sing. However, I couldn't find a proper video for this song on Youtube. Instead,
Andai bisa ku terbang,
Tinggi di awan,
Kan ku terbang sayap impian,
Melayang tinggi diruangan angkasa.
Namun semua hanya impian,
Yang tak mungkin bisa ku janjikan,
Seperti apa yang terjadi di kisah khayalan,
Hanya mimpi yang bisa ku janjikan,
Realiti ini bukannya seperti mimpi sang puteri.
Maafkan aku melukai mu,
Maafkan ku kerna tak bisa,
Ku hadirkan semua mimpi-mimpi mu,
Pegang tangan ku pejam mata mu,
Dan selami hati yang berbunga,
Dan pastinya kau kan melayang,
Terbang di angkasa.
Bersama ku berdua jelajahi kisah cinta,
Seperti di dalam kisah sang arjuna,
Kita terbang bersama,
Berdua diruangan angkasa,
Bahagia cinta tercipta,
Biar pun bukan di realitinya
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Advice Taken, Bro
"Don't stop writing, man."
...
Since we were both in the middle of dribbling/shooting inside the court, I was taken by surprise when Razif said that to me. Nobody would really expect this kind of talk during a basketball game, right? Unless you're Jesus Shuttlesworth and you're playing one-on-one with your dad, usually it's just trash talk, or girls, or more trash talk. He then started to talk about how Kurt Cobain was a great writer and if he didn't stop writing, he wouldn't have gone overboard on drugs and killed himself. Erm, yeah.
Anyways, Razif's right about Kurt. His lyrics talked of things outsiders wouldn't even think of finding in a 'grunge' song. And then there were some songs which were dark, cynical and depressing. Which brings me to Polly. I kid you not, when I first heard Polly, I thought it was about feeding a pet bird some crackers. The thing is, Kurt wrote the song after reading in a newspaper about a girl who was abducted after a gig. The girl was later raped and tortured with a blowtorch. So, erm, yeah.
p/s: Wrote this a couple of months ago but forgot to post it somehow. w.e.i.r.d.
...
Since we were both in the middle of dribbling/shooting inside the court, I was taken by surprise when Razif said that to me. Nobody would really expect this kind of talk during a basketball game, right? Unless you're Jesus Shuttlesworth and you're playing one-on-one with your dad, usually it's just trash talk, or girls, or more trash talk. He then started to talk about how Kurt Cobain was a great writer and if he didn't stop writing, he wouldn't have gone overboard on drugs and killed himself. Erm, yeah.
Anyways, Razif's right about Kurt. His lyrics talked of things outsiders wouldn't even think of finding in a 'grunge' song. And then there were some songs which were dark, cynical and depressing. Which brings me to Polly. I kid you not, when I first heard Polly, I thought it was about feeding a pet bird some crackers. The thing is, Kurt wrote the song after reading in a newspaper about a girl who was abducted after a gig. The girl was later raped and tortured with a blowtorch. So, erm, yeah.
p/s: Wrote this a couple of months ago but forgot to post it somehow. w.e.i.r.d.
Monday, November 9, 2009
I Hate This
I am an immature bastard. If I feel like you've broken my heart betrayed me, it will take a while before I get comfortable around you again. By a while, I mean a few decades, in which time I shall continue to be uncomfortable around you, so uncomfortable that I'll take one extra joint if I find out that I have to share the same environment as you. Which is what happened today.
hornyBastard called me up in the evening, asking me if I wanted to go watch the KL Dragons match at a mamak place in Subang. I agreed and asked him if we were going in the same car, but he said that he's going with Edika and Comel (God it doesn't even feel right writing that). Anyways, I don't mind her presence. I have no beef with her. In fact, not even mutton. But I still feel uncomfortable around her.
I ended up ignoring her for the whole (roughly) three hours I was there with the guys. Like I said, I'm an immature bastard. Fine with me, as long as I don't have to be in direct contact with her. It helped that she didn't sit anywhere near me. It helped that I made myself busy with the game. It didn't help that Edika borrowed my phone, took pictures of the people there and caught a solo picture of Comel looking, well, comel. Macha, macha.
hornyBastard called me up in the evening, asking me if I wanted to go watch the KL Dragons match at a mamak place in Subang. I agreed and asked him if we were going in the same car, but he said that he's going with Edika and Comel (God it doesn't even feel right writing that). Anyways, I don't mind her presence. I have no beef with her. In fact, not even mutton. But I still feel uncomfortable around her.
I ended up ignoring her for the whole (roughly) three hours I was there with the guys. Like I said, I'm an immature bastard. Fine with me, as long as I don't have to be in direct contact with her. It helped that she didn't sit anywhere near me. It helped that I made myself busy with the game. It didn't help that Edika borrowed my phone, took pictures of the people there and caught a solo picture of Comel looking, well, comel. Macha, macha.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Turnaround
Stumbled upon this while searching for a file in my documents. I wrote this in early 2006, back when I was still in Urbana and dreaming of writing short stories for today's youth. Tells the story of a guy who tries his hand at suicide because he was lonely, only to realize that life after death is even lonelier. In retrospect, this is proof that I am NOT a good writer. The whole story sounds disoriented, and the character is more whiney than deep. Sigh. Good thing I've moved on to sports journalism now.
Turnaround
They say drugs can mess up your brain. I beg to differ. My mind is crystal-clear right now. Killing me is definitely the right choice. I just want to rest for a while before taking the jump. My body’s feeling a little sore.
This building’s got a pretty nice view from here. It’s a shame that nobody else comes here despite it being a good chilling spot. Actually, I guess that’s the reason why this place is like it is. It won’t be as tranquil if everybody comes here. It’d just violate the silence of this apartment.
The breeze falls lightly on my face. I can see Marlboro Red smoke assimilating with the air, forming mind-boggling shapes. The people look like ants from where I stand, unlike the goliaths they want others to see them as. How many times have I thought so? Almost every single time I wasn’t invited to join their social parties. Which is not that many times once you think about it. Must’ve been just a few dozen times. Oh well. Time to jump.
One, two, fly. I can only imagine what I look like right now. Arms wide open, eyes shut close, feeling as calm as ever. I bet I look like one of those guys on the cover of a rock album. Cool. I feel weightless. I... think I’m leaning on the wind right now. This is much better than anything I’ve ever done before. As clichéd as it may sound, the world is going in slow motion. I think I can turn my body around at least five times before hitting the ground. Wow. This is taking too long. Let me get ready for turn number 1. Move my shoulders a little bit. That’s it. I can almost make out who those two people on the benches are.
I can see a lady breastfeeding her baby through the apartment window. I never thought a person could look so beautiful doing that. She’s got the baby in one hand, and the whole house in the other. Makes me think about my own mom. She left me and my sister with my gramps when my parents divorced. I never knew why until a few years ago. She was ashamed of the “divorcee” status. God damn it. She left me because of that? Really gives you perspective, doesn’t it. Time for another turn. Let’s see. Hands to the side. Here we go.
Now my back’s facing the ground. The glare from the sun isn’t really making it easy for me to see so I turn to my left. I see a girl in front of her laptop, in a room in the building next to mine. Can’t really make out what she’s seeing on that screen but I bet she’s chatting with her friends or something. I bet that’s how the others live. They say they’re alone but they have no idea. They still have people who talk to them. They still go for friendly meals, socializing. The last time I hung out with somebody I had to pay for her company. Pathetic. One more turn. I want to see the ground as I’m falling.
I can see who those people on the benches are right now. It’s that old couple from down the street. I can’t believe they still hold hands. Wonder how it feels like, to have loved a person for that long. Decades spent loving each other. The last girl I asked out told me she’s a lesbian. Another one told me that she’s seeing someone else. The girl before that just disappeared. This is making me sick. I’d rather see something else. Turn around one last time.
Halfway there, and I see me. I don’t know where the mirror came from but I can see myself with my back on the ground, blood all over. The old couple looks distressed. So are the people who were walking around just now. I can’t believe how awful I look. It’s like seeing a picture from a Vesuvius album. Wait. This isn’t supposed to happen. I’m dead. I’m not supposed to see this. Nobody can see me standing here. All they see is the body on the sidewalk. Great. I take the plunge and I’m still here, nothing’s changed. Just great.
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