Friday, January 21, 2011

Boys like girls.

All girls want:

✔A lap to sit on

✔A hand to hold

✔A shoulder to lean on

✔A partner to dance with

✔The perfect lips to kiss

✔A hand to wipe away the tears

✔A person to heal every pain, every scar

✔A person to vent to

✔A person to cry to

✔A knight in shining armor


All guys want:


Dem yuh!

Sunday, January 16, 2011


Music is like how a feeling would sound. You feel it, in a way only you can describe it in your own mind, but not with words. There are so many feelings inside a human's mind, same goes to music; some feelings are simple, some are deep and complicated. Yuna is simple, Seven Collar T-Shirt is deep, both are good nonetheless.

If music need lyrics, where do all the classical music fall into? FAKE?

If you listen to a song sang in a different language and you don't understand a single goddamn word (take Japanese or Romanian for example), would you not call it a REAL music?

If you listen to electronic music, trance for instance, there's no lyrics, or minimal, repetitive lyrics, would you not call it REAL music? Take Daft Punk's "Around The World". It doesn't really make sense but the song nailed it, worldwide.

Björk talk crazy stuff in her lyrics, not to mention the music are disturbing most of the times, yet she has won multiple awards and concert tickets are usually sold out.

Music, or art, or even civilization, is a progress. It's a process of redefining the previous works.

REAL music has no boundaries.


Music has no boundaries. REAL music are often off-boundaries.

Dem yuh!

Friday, January 14, 2011

A ripe mango.

Do you like mango? If you do, keep reading.

Well if you don't, whatever.

I like mango. In fact, I really like it. It's a beautiful fruit, and the taste is really distinctive. Sweet-sour. Yellow-gold in color, sometimes with a shade of red or orange.

And when you peel it carefully, the fruit is clean, shiny, and inviting. Awesome.

I haven't had mango for quite a while. More like 6 months or so. But today is a good day. And I'm well fed with mango.

Put your hand in the air, if you don't really care, put your middle finger in the air.

I'm mangoed.

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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Smoking. Or not.

When a baby is hungry, we feed them. But sometimes or more, we give pacifier to 'trick' them to believe they are actually being fed with real food, which is not.

It works, nonetheless.

Maybe i should get a pacifier to trick myself into believing it's a cigarette.

Then I'll embarrassed (is it single 'r' or single 's' or double both?) myself and maybe, I'll stop smoking cigarette.

Or maybe it'll create a new hype in town, adults with pacifier. It does look sexy and seductive though.

Dem yuh!

Wednesday, January 5, 2011


We're all just a bunch of signals.

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