Woo Woo Wee Wa.

Just now, a 40-year-old me came and tapped me from behind while I was walking along the dark curbside.

"Hey kid, I know you're having a tough time right now."

"Well, what do you expect. You've BEEN there. I mean, here. Whatever."

I tried to walk away.

"Slow down kid. Take those heavy footsteps lightly. Take a deep breath for once, and look around you. Ask yourself. Are you that pathetic? I won't give you the answer as you already know."

Trying to act cool, I lit myself a fag. Inhale, exhale.

"..'the fuck you're talking? Oh, come on. I'm chill like a fucking tomato."

"Look, I know you're torn. Hurt. Yada-yada. But remember, scars are meant to be permanent. You gotta let yourself bruised and wounded, eventually the scars will toughen you up. They won't heal, and that's good about them - to remind you every time. You know.. you're.."


I kicked his balls in, and I stabbed him with a nail clipper to death. I am SALT.

"Shut, the, fuck, up."

Wait, did I just murdered a 40-year-old me?

I don't give a fuck. Because I am strong, and I am bad-ass. And hell if I'm lucky enough to be alive when I reached 40, I won't be wasting my fucking time to go back and make it up to the earlier me.

I am Sal.. no, I'm Moe.

Behehe.

I need two cornettos now.

.....wow.

Now that she's back in the atmosphere,
with drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey.
She acts like summer and walks like rain,
reminds me that there's a time to change, hey.
Since the return from her stay on the moon,
she listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey.

But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights all faded,
and that heaven is overrated?

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar,
and then you missed me
while you were looking for yourself out there?

Now that she's back from that soul vacation,
tracing her way through the constellation, hey.
She checks out Mozart while she does Tae-Bo.
reminds me that there's room to grow, hey.

Now that she's back in the atmosphere,
I'm afraid that she might think of me as
Plain ol' Jane told a story about a man
who was too afraid to fly so he never did land.

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance
to dance along the light of day,
and head back to the Milky Way?

And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And then you missed me
while you were looking for yourself out there.

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken.
Your best friend always sticking up for you,
even when I know you're wrong?

Can you imagine no first dance,
freeze-dried romance,
five-hour phone conversation,
the best soy latte that you ever had,
and me?

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance
to dance along the light of day,
and head back toward the Milky Way?

But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
to see the lights all faded,
and that heaven is overrated?

And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
and then you missed me,
while you were looking for yourself?

And did you finally get the chance
to dance along the light of day?
And did you fall for a shooting star?
Fall for a shooting star?
And now you're lonely looking for yourself out there.



.....what the fuck. I never thought that this song could be so.. fucking..

Well,

..I'm not gonna finish that.

6th Day.

6th day of Ramadhan.

Just had two pieces of dates, and three pieces of pandan chicken (which in a size of a date wrapped in pandan leaves).

And I'm full up.

And still wondering why I am not gaining any weight.

Short, messy, and SKINNY. Uh-uh.

Not-good.

I think I need two cornettos to balance it all. It's kinda tiring to fake your smile these very days, and I need a cure for that.

CHOC CORNETTOS! WOOHOO!


But first.. oh yeah, I almost forgot, I'm in the office now. Duuude.

Let's get back to work.

Myles Kennedy, You Are An Asshole.

"She could take my heart and soul
She could take my hand to hold
But why'd she have to take advantage of me
I tried to pay for all the things
She could want or ever need
Don't make me pay for all the past please."

....what? wh-

"Don't make me pay for all the past
So much to tow
Bogged down with all the history to hold
The blame fell hard on me
Apologies were too short lived."

Dude, shut the f-

"She took my heart
She took my soul
She took my fragile hand to hold
She took advantage all the time
I'll take her back cause her love makes me blind".

Yeah, whatever dude. You are sir, an asshole. Oh thank you.

Here We Go Again.

..and Lo! Here cometh the Ramadhan!

A month of test. Filled with blessings. Time for redemption. Rooms for chances. CHANGES.

I'd always looking forward for this period of time, way than the Eid. To me, Eid is just a celebration, but nothing would beat a month of battle.

A battle within you, I'd say.

A battle to overcome the comforts you've slummed yourself in over a year, of becoming a better you, hence the reason to struggle for.

A month of cleansing the stains.



Lo! here cometh the Ramadhan!

Numb Fingers.

It's Monday morning.

Standing still at the balcony
as I watch the rushing cars passing by the expressway below.
Counting the balmy streetlights from the distance.

Trying to inhale
every bit
of the remaining tip of the cigarette.

And trying
so hard
to exhale every nicotine left within my lungs,
along with these thoughts.

As if I'm watching every bit of me disappeared into the thin morning air
along with the twirling smoke.

My fingers are too numb to strum anymore chords,
so I lay my lovely red guitar to rest
for now.

Watching the sun slowly emerging from the hills.
And the moving clouds.

Wonder whether I could paint an image,
your image,
our image,
with my fingers in the sky.

Trying hard, still.

While missing you, still.

So much, still.

From a distance.

Over the hills, far, far away.



Oh, hello, Monday.

Apa² Je Lah Labi.

Freddie Mercury ada pesan kat aku, suruh sampaikan kat korang jugak. Tapi mungkin korang terlupa, atau terlepas pandang.

Ada sekali tu dia cakap:

"Too much love will kill you, if you can't make up your mind.
Torn between the lover, and the love you leave behind.
You're headed for disaster, 'cos you never read the signs.
Too much love will kill you,
Every time."

Aku cakap kat dia, "Ye la tu kau". Dia kata, "Iyeeee", pastu dia sambung lagi:

"Too much love will kill you, just as sure as none at all.
It'll drain the power that's in you, make you plead and scream and crawl.
And the pain will make you crazy; you're the victim of your crime.
Too much love will kill you every time"

Aku malas nak layan sebenarnya. Buat bodoh, walau pun aku tak bodoh. Tapi dia tambah lagi:

"Too much love will kill you, it'll make your life a lie.
Yes, too much love will kill you, and you won't understand why.
You'd give your life, you'd sell your soul, but here it comes again.
Too much love will kill you, in the end."

Pastu Brian May datang, dia solo gitar Red Special dia kat sebelah telinga aku secukup rasa untuk 33 saat. Pendek je. Tapi macam cibai best dia.

"Sial lah korang", kata aku sebelum aku blah dari situ.

Dear Agony, Thank You For This Serenade.

I have nothing left to give.
I have found the perfect end.
You were made to make it hurt,
disappear into the dirt.

Carry me to heaven's arms.
Light the way and let me go.
Take the time to take my breath,
I will end where I began.

And I will find the enemy within,
because I can feel it crawl beneath my skin.

Dear Agony,
just let go of me.
Suffer slowly;
Is this the way it's got to be?

Dear Agony.

Suddenly the lights go out.
Let forever drag me down
I will fight for one last breath,
I will fight until the end.

And I will find the enemy within;
because I can feel it crawling beneath my skin.

Dear Agony,
just let go of me.
Suffer slowly;
Is this the way it's got to be?

Don't bury me, faceless enemy.
I'm so sorry; is this the way it's gotta be?

Dear Agony.

Leave me alone.

God, let me go.

I'm blue and cold;
black sky will burn.

Love, pull me down.

Hate, lift me up.

Just turn around, there's nothing left.
Somewhere far beyond this world, I feel nothing anymore.

Dear Agony,
just let go of me.
Suffer slowly;
Is this the way it's got to be?

Don't bury me, faceless enemy.
I'm so sorry.
Is this the way it's gotta be?

Dear Agony,
I feel nothing anymore.



I shall sing this throughout the night.

Batmoe Returns.

Here I am, back on night shift, suckers.

I think the night atmosphere suits me better. The dark skies, the night breeze that would dissolve me in, hence everything in my mind.

Emo sial. Oh whatthefuck!

And it has been a while I haven't post anything here.

Well, I had a somewhat busy weekend, that is. Yep, with uhm.. series of neverending standups? Man, I need to get a fucking live, I know.

I missed MTV World Stage two nights ago, and definitely gonna miss Slash and Kula Shaker this week, but I hell I'm not really frustrated. In fact, not at all.

Watched Coheed & Cambria yesterday, 'twas a fucking awesome set. Weehoo. And I'll be catching Orianthi and her sweet shining jelly red PRS Custom 24 on Thursday, live in KL.

Whatever.

And now, looking forward for this one gig at Noisy Studio, Ampang, where I will be backing up for Nini, or err, Nindy on guitar.

The flyer came out something like, uhm, this:

Pretty provocative gig title. Just brilliant. Hehe.

Well, obviously, I'm swimming in the sea of boredom now. May the best of luck be upon me, that I shall not drown myself.

Now if you'll excuse me, I got some ass-cleaning tickets to be taken care of. Till then, muthafackas.