Forest of Y.O.M's Hidden Perceptions
Monday, 07 July 2008
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Switched from this dead add.
Yes, this place is dead. I find LJ cooler. New site: http://inert-dog.livejournal.com
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
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I dont' know why, but recently I've been feeling jaded. About almost everything. This is song is Anchors by S.A.W
Anchors
The ocean dwells in lonely life and storm
How different am I from wooden boat
That barely stays afloat
And too many ropes
Are tied and I realize
We have to make the best
Give me this moment
I'll wade, wade into the ocean
Anchors drag me down
To depths of sea
Where creatures can watch me drown
The hands are reaching in from overboard
The sounds are even too distressed
To try and tape record
And too many ropes
Are tied and I realize
We have to make the best
Give me this moment
I'll wade, wade into the ocean
Anchors drag me down
To depths of sea
Where creatures can watch me drown
And give me this moment
I'll wade, wade into the ocean
Give me this moment
I'll wade, wade into the ocean
Anchors drag me down
To depths of sea
Where creatures can watch me drown
Can watch me drown
(Give me this moment)
Watch me drown
(Anchors drag me down)
Sunday, 20 January 2008
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Guitar Guitar Guitar
Woot! I just got an Ibanez RG321 MH yesterday. It's second hand, but it's in a pretty good condition, so it doesn't really matter anyway. On the downside, in exchange for buying this 'new' guitar, I had to like sell off my old ESP LTD Viper-10. It was damaged thanks to myself. Tried doing some guitar spin before the strap locks gave way for some reason. There was a crack, ok 2 cracks on the body. So in the end could only sell it for less than $100. Anyway, it's not really because that it was spoilt that I had to sell it, that was part of the reason though.I would have loved to repair the Ltd one and at the same time buy the Ibanez, and then I would hava had 2 electric guitars. But, my Mom just doesn't really approve of more than 1 electric at home. She says it kinda makes the house cramp. Oh well, I shall tolerate that for now till I move out, then maybe I can open a guitar museum at home? LOL
Anyway the RG 321 MH owns! As of now, I have found the guitar that can give me the metal, stretchy sound that I have been looking for ages. The Ltd and my first guitar couldn't do that. But my Ltd was great in other sounds. Maybe in 2-3 years I will like upgrade the pickups of the Ibanez to EMG 81 and 85? I don't know. But not now, because my parents are god damn grumbling that I am spending 'so much' when I still so young, even though the money is what I earned. So far in my life, I have had spent a total of maybe $10,000 excluding expenses on necessities which excludes school.
Friday, 11 January 2008
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WeeBoo
18th Feb! 18th Feb!! The arrival of the Great White Whale is imminent. There is no stopping it! It's just gonna sweep away everything, everyone or whatever in its path. Secret and Whisper are releasing their debut album man!!! And it owns! But I shall not say much, I wouldn't want the ah beng 'emos' to know about this and make S.A.W mainstream.
Anyway, I've come to realise how resentful, angered or whatever associated emotions, I had been over the over the past year or so. In just this short span of time, so much has changed. Let's discuss about my cultural orientation. As much as a description of someone, to a music genre, 'emo' can be also be counted as a culture. It actually embodies all 3. It was meant to be an underground stuff, until it received some mainstream publicity. Now, "emos" are crawling everywhere. Woohoo! Thanks for spreading the culture, in the fucking wrong way. Now all the ah bengs are 'emos'. Yea, they're emotional cos they just can't get a fucking glass of free beer at the disco. Ah beng emos (aba) listen to 99% cliched chinese songs, and 1 % MCR, and then they start calling themselves emos. Yea, maybe Hawthorne Heights, Saosin or FFTL should start performing some Chinese songs. They made MCR appear as a band with a poseur-fanbase, which is bad. I know though MCR produces good music and the spirit of music should be upheld, I just couldnt attend their latest concert cos I knew all these poseurs would be there, and I don't want to be associated with them.
Oh ya, they also like to wear skinny jeans, chuck taylors, and BAGGY tops (striped).
I know this is a very shallow reason to be angered over such a relatively long time. Well, there are even more pressing issues.
I am seriously very confused. I just want some time by myself to sort things out. But everytime I find these ironically, wanted lonely times, there will be interuptions soon to come. I don't feel right as to where I am or belong now. My future is in doubt. And everything in life seems so, straight or rather controlled. There doesn't seem to be any alternative ways to lead a happy life in this society as it seems.
Thursday, 10 January 2008
Wednesday, 05 December 2007
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So here is a sequel of the previous post
Anyway, another reason why I have chosen to blog this time, is because I need to express myself. For everyone to hear. So let the flaming of Mr. Tea begin!
Warning: The Following Content Is Offensive, Readers Are Advised To Read With Discretion
8 symptoms indicating that you have caught Mr. Tea Syndrome (MTS)
1. You unconsciously start finding lame excuses for every mistake that stems from you. Be it big or small, you just find a fucking lame excuse to cover your ass.
You will tend to 'forget' to take corrective measures.
2. Everyone appears as a fucking retard in your eyes. Everything appears as lame actions or activities. And you start expressing your views indiscriminately. You fail to reflect whether it is the world or just you that has a problem. You will most likely never have a revelation any time in your life that you might be just the lame retard instead.
3. The inability to differentiate between right and wrong. You beat people for no or very small reasons, even when sometimes they are joking with you. You take every joke seriously, thus showing the inability to differentiate between right or wrong, or in this case, serious matters or jokes.
4. This symptom usually appear hand in hand with symptom no.3. You are unable to tell between reality and fantasy. You go about boasting, of not what you are in reality, but what you are in fantasy. Minor sign of low-esteem as there is indication of the need for self-gratification.
5. You have a shallow motive for almost every activity you undertake. Like for example joining a certain co-curriculum activity for the sake of bragging rights and not passion for it.
6. Probably the hardest symptom for people around you to notice, except yourself. You tend to have split personalities. In front of person A, you behave like a childish fucker. While in front of person B, you behave like a gentleman. Please do not confuse this in the case of treating people with varying levels of authority differently. We are speaking of such behaviour even amongst peers. This symptom is also an indication of another syndrome called hypocrisy.
7. You start looking like a horse. Not much needs to be said about this.
If you exhibit 4/7 of these symptoms, it is highly likely that you are suffering from MTS. However, only after exhibiting symptom no. 8 after you exhibit 4/7 of the previous symptoms, it can be confirmed that you are truly suffering from MTS.
8. You exhibit 4/7 of the symptoms and now you are trying to find some lame excuse to appease yourself.
If you have confirmed that you are a MTS sufferer, although it requires external examination, please call 1800-ISHLD-JUST-DIE or buy your suicide kit from the nearest pharmacy. -
Promise Broken
Haha, so apparently I went back on my words. And I am now blogging. But I just cannot seem to resist the urge to share a very nice song with everyone.
Here is XOXOXO by Secret And Whisper
Sunday, 11 November 2007
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Last Post
Keeping a blog is just too troublesome and restricting. You can't put up many of your true views online if you don't want to get on the wrong side of the law or offend any individual. Because, blogs can be accessed by everyone, and anyone. Therefore, I have decided to switch over to a diary. Partly just in case when armageddon comes and all the PCs etc gets destroyed, it all won't be lost. With this, I shall say bye. Last Post.
Saturday, 13 October 2007
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FUCK YOU!
Looks, appearance, everyone adores it. There is nothing wrong to be attracted to someone good looking, but it is totally wrong if you become TOTALLY obessesed with a beautiful face. Well, though there are some faces that do make us have a crush on the owner of it, the obessesion is usually one off. But to devote your whole time to the obessesion is like, never mind. It's like an addiction. Like taking a drug. The more you consume into it, the more it degrades you as a whole, though you seem to be enjoying it at the moment. Worse still, not only does it harm yourself, but also other related people.
Let's talk about such a situation in the case of the music industry. The current state of the music industry is such that it's true, original spirit is lost. Lost mainly due to the fact that there are profit minded individuals out there. And those individuals feed upon the obessesion on pretty girls and cute guys. The spirit of music which is to allow those with true musical talent to prevail has been lost in the face of this. Now, bands comprising cute guys who cannot perform for nuts seem to be fashionable, especially in the Chinese pop industry. Want some examples? I'll give you one: Fahrenheit. I checked up on them and some of their concerts online. Oh shit! Though I must say that their recorded songs sounds relatively ok, their live preformances are truly...crap. Why such a difference in quality? Because, in a studio you get to edit your voices etc, not in live shows, thus live shows would more or less show your true musical talent. In this case, they have no musical talent because they cannot sing live. However, they are so damn popular, especially among the girls. Why?
It's pretty simple, because they have pretty faces. I'm not being jealous that they have pretty faces. I feel happy for them. But at the same time, I hate them for taking away the true spirit of music. God damn their managers, producers and record labels. Using the same old winning formula: Pretty faces in one band, regardless whether they sound good. This is not only the fault of those supplying the music, it is also those who 'supports' it ( or rather the faces ). For them to be successful, they require a substantial fan base. And this fan base and mainly formed by...you know who. They must be very hormonally charged since they are attracted to such cute guys. They are so f-ing obessesed. They spend like 3/5 of their time talking about those crap bands, and the remaining 2/5, well, they probably spend half of it listening to the 'music' and the other half stoning, trying to find every bit of intelligence left undegraded by the 'music'.
I do not like go around supporting a musician or actress just because of their looks. God dammit. I do support some good-looking artistes,and also some ugly ones! Why? Because, maybe I'm not so shallow and I look on the inside of true artistes and their talents.
So quit thinking about -- ---! Because you have NO fucking chance of being his gf or what shit! He won't even bother FUCKING you! Just go kill yourself. He'll probably just hire you as a substitute for his suicide! I'm entitled to my opinions, you are entitled to yours too! Hate me or what, I don't care a shit about the thoughts of a naive shallow piece of shit.
Monday, 08 October 2007
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Bang Bang!!
I seriously think I have a perverse mind. Every now and then, when I see 'the FB thing', very violent thoughts come to mind. Maybe so violent that if it were to be screened as a movie, the movie will probably receive a R21 rating for violence and gore.
Whenever I see 'the FB thing', I would simply wish that I had a gun in hand. Maybe a shotgun or a chain machine gun, but preferably maybe something more explosive like a bazooka. Well, whatever the weapon being used, as long as it can create as much gore and blood will do. Let's just say it's a shotgun. I just simply love the spray of bullets from a single shot of it.
If I had a shotgun, I would point it straight at 'the FB thing's' face and ask it to kneel down. Then ask it to open its mouth. It might think that my requests have a sexual connotation in it. So just as it is gonna expect you-know-what, I will blast the shotgun gun in its mouth. As it lays motionless on the ground, I will more than willingly comply to my inner demon's instructions to blast its head into minced pieces of flesh with multiple rounds of bullets. Oh yea, the blood. Oh yea, the mutilation. Oh yea, I just feel great.Ahhhh....
Whenever I hear 'the FB thing' make a sound, I get the strong urge to take a kitchen blade and just stab it. Stab! Stab! Stab! Ahahahahaha!!! Stab!!! Muahahahaha! Muahahahaha. Oops sorry for scaring you.
Please take it easy. Relax. I'm don't really have a perverse mind ( I hope ). It's just that the hatred for 'the FB thing' is just so great that all these things come to mind.
Anyway, what about 'the FB thing' makes me hate it so much? Well, let's just say... Oh well never mind. That's for me to know and not for you to find out:)
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