When I looks around me, mostly chinese guys at my ages or either younger or older, stick to those floppy chinese songs or those rnb/pop/hip hop and those radio friendly stuff music. I was kinda like, -.- ( I totally cant stand those "friendly aura" kind of music) Its making me so weak, sick, flu, stomachache and wadsoever sickness that can weaken me.
No, not meaning that i against those music, just that my inner self cant accept it. Dont ask me, me myself also dont know why. The only music I can accept is metal, yeap, those noisy stuff that our parents totally hate, the music thats the heavier the better. Its not like I dint listen to other kind of music, I do, seriously do. But I just cant digest those things the whole freakin days, total NO. For me, those music's style were the same, the structure of the songs, the melody and lyric, all the same tune for me. Why? Cause mostly those songs are written and composed by those same few composers, thats why. Compare to metal music, they write/play/compose and some even published own songs/labels. This is why they're alot ( WAY LOT ) better than mainstreamers.
For example, you listen to "not-so-complicated" plan and "average" Charlotte or the "jonkers" brothers and "deleted" 5, compared their music. They all sounds the same, totally. Why I say so? Easy. You can even predicted the next line of lyric/music before they end the current line. And all their stuff, sadly ( honestly ) to say so, sounds totally the same. And some even worse, they all depends on their appearance to boost their album sales. Argh. That's not music, thats propaganda, record company's business trick to tricked and get your money for some studio bands ( those who only sings well in studio due to studio adjustment stuff and totally out of tunes during live) Worth your money? I dont think so.
While metal music? They got alot sub genre, i mean, a HELL LOT. Dont believe? Do believe it. Why? Haha. Dare me, does hip hop or pop or those floppy music got alot other genre? As in progressive, melodic, hard, sludge, heavy, speed, doom, core, black, alternative, slow, ballad, death, grind, fringe,power, epic, goth, symphony, trance, art, viking, Scandinavian, industrial, instrumental, folk, post and nu? You wont get bored, i mean, seriously wont cause you can always listen to any genre thats suits your mood and taste. Response to people who always claims that metal are only noisy music and cant listen to lyric cause the singer just growls all the way, you guys are totally wrong. As I mention earlier, metal got so much sub genre, you can listen to art or progressive ( ambient or jazz lover) or power/epic/goth/symphony for high tune ( those orchestra's lover) rapcore and nu ( for hip hop/rnb lover) melodic and alternative ( for modern rock lovers) and trance and industrial( for, erm, obviously trance/techno lovers)
Tell me now, how can you get bored when you can get all those mainstream's stuff in metal?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Heat!
Hooooooot!!! Burning hoooooot weather today! >< if im a dry grass or some paper material, im gona end up in ashes, urgh. Melting like iceberg now =/
Sunday, September 21, 2008
The One Little Wolf and the Big Bad Mafia Pigs
The Little Wolf was strolling down the sidewalk, humming and singing in tune with the little birds and animals that so conveniently donned the hyperbolic happy scene. All was right with the world and best of all; The Little Wolf was going to bring a basket of goodies to his old granny in the Happy Meadows Retirement Home. Little did The Little Wolf know, all this good was about to change. Most decent parents teach their children to not go walking in the woods alone, all by yourself - but, The Little Wolf, unfortunately, was taught otherwise. His parents had always said, “Oh, son, its fine! You’re at the top of the Food Chain, remember?” and, “Now, Wolfie, what did I say to you about doing your homework? Go outside, and walk around in the uncharted wilderness.” Yes, very tragic. For, you see, The Little Wolf was a very harmless creature. He wasn’t a nerd by any means, of course, what with his chess tournament trophies and cleanest pocket protector awards. Why, he was a regular stud! But it wasn’t until today, that The Little Wolf’s real ability was tested.
While The Little Wolf was walking down the cheerful lane, a trio of miscreants waited in the distant bushes, waiting for a gullible geek or hobo to walk down with some cool shit to steal. This day they were lucky; they had found a mixture of both! Six bleary eyes watched the Little Wolf as he came closer and closer. With ease, the Big Bad Pigs pounced out of the bushes right in front of The Little Wolf. One said, “Gives us all yur monies!” The other, better educated pig said in a gentlemanly fashion, “I do say, old bean, it would be a terrible shame if you weren’t so kind to give us your wallet. If you don’t hand it over, we might resort to violence and all manner of unrealishable activities, eh wot?” The final and more level-headed of the Big Bad Pigs said, “Look, buddy, just give us what’s in the basket and no one gets hurt, alright?” The Little Wolf stared blankly at the pigs for a moment before replying awkwardly, “I’m sorry I can’t let you take what’s in here, it’s for my granny.” The British-bent pig said, “Aww! Well, ain’t that just the cutest bloody bloomin’ thing you ever have seen?” All three of the Pigs burst out in scorning laughter, not noticing the sly smile that spread across the wolf’s face. Then the first Pig said, “Be seriously, either give us that basket or we’ll make you give it to us, The Boss really said he needed it.” “Vinne, you moron! We weren’t supposed to talk about The Boss!” said the last Pig. The second Pig said, “Oh, dear. It seems we have said too much and now we need to ruff him up. Nothing personal, old chum, but we really must hurt you now.” The Pigs Drew closer to the Little Wolf, who the whole time was gripping something inside the basket. The Pigs drew pistols and began to draw even closer. The Little Wolf then quickly pulled out a smoke grenade and AK-47 and started to reign down upon The Pigs with a barrage of bullets. The Pigs ran off, screaming as they went: “You watch out! Now the mob is after you! The Boss is gonna take care of you!” and with that, The Pigs Vanished into the foliage.
A few uninterrupted hours later, The Little Wolf had successfully delivered the basket of goodies to his granny and was on a computer researching the Pig Mafia. It turned out, he found that The Pig Mafia was actually a very notorious crime group that had plagued the innocent little animals of the town of Happy Meadows for a many years. He also found out that it was run by Billy Francisco Jebbadiah Wilkenhiemer van Jhenson, otherwise know as "Zed" or “The Boss”. Billy was about to give up researching when he saw a final line at the bottom of the page that said: “Questions or comments? Visit the Pig Mafia homepage at www.pigmafia.crimeorg or e-mail The Boss at BFJWvJhenson@secretcrimegroupsandrunescape.net ” This was obviously a lead. The Little Wolf clicked the link to the Pig Mafia homepage, which simultaneously took him to his desired destination and unleashed untold amounts of spam and computer viruses upon the innocent little public library computer. Billy quickly jotted down the address of the Pig Mafia’s Secret Hideout and left to hunt down the rapscallions who so dearly wished to ruin his perfect day. The Little Wolf decided to wait until midnight to infiltrate the Pig Mafia hideout simply for the sake of dramatic effect. When the town clock struck twelve, the Little Wolf picked the lock to the hideout and was inside. He crept down a hallway, sneaky as a silent fart, and found the door to The Boss’s office. While he was attempting to pick the lock to the door, it was thrust opened. The Little Wolf found himself staring into the angry face of the Boss.
The Boss smoothly said, “I’ve been expecting you, little wolf.” “How do you know my name?!” asked The Little Wolf in a flabbergasted manner. The Boss replied, “I don’t, I just say that to everyone who comes to my door, who the heck are you?” “I,” said the Little Wolf, “am Archibald P. Wolf, and you sent your goons after me this morning. I’m here to kick you butt for ruining my perfect day!” “oh, is that so? Well, I won’t be coming quietly. You’ll have to duel me!!!” And, without further ado, they sprang at each other. The duel was on! The Boss quickly flipped out a rune skimmy, easily popping an eleven on The Little Wolf. Wolfie countered with a Spartan Laser attack and a bubble shield. Not one to be thwarted by such a simple adversary, The Boss started vigorously screaming the “Dora the Explorer” theme song and flailing his arms around wildly. The Little Wolf was so startled by this, that he jumped and hit the incandescent light fixture on the ceiling, causing an inconveniently placed bottle of gasoline to explode and render them both unconscious.
When The Little Wolf woke up, he was face up in a hospital bed, next to The Boss. They realized that they couldn’t attack each other, so they exchanged injuring glances and painful words like “poopy-sniffer” and “monkey-slapper”. When they became tired of the fruitless exercise, they both softened up and The Boss said, “I guess I’m kinda sorry that I sent hit men to rob and kill you.” “It’s okay,” said The Little Wolf, “I’m kinda sorry that I tried to hunt you down and kill you over the fact that you ruined my day.” “Friends?” asked The Boss. “Friends,” said The Little Wolf. And they both awkwardly tried to shake hands but were foiled by the fact that they were in full-body casts. Everything was happy, the town of Happy Meadows was free from a menace and Wolfie had finally made a friend. All was right with the world…until- haha, just kidding, the story’s over, I had you scared that there was more didn’t I?
THE END
While The Little Wolf was walking down the cheerful lane, a trio of miscreants waited in the distant bushes, waiting for a gullible geek or hobo to walk down with some cool shit to steal. This day they were lucky; they had found a mixture of both! Six bleary eyes watched the Little Wolf as he came closer and closer. With ease, the Big Bad Pigs pounced out of the bushes right in front of The Little Wolf. One said, “Gives us all yur monies!” The other, better educated pig said in a gentlemanly fashion, “I do say, old bean, it would be a terrible shame if you weren’t so kind to give us your wallet. If you don’t hand it over, we might resort to violence and all manner of unrealishable activities, eh wot?” The final and more level-headed of the Big Bad Pigs said, “Look, buddy, just give us what’s in the basket and no one gets hurt, alright?” The Little Wolf stared blankly at the pigs for a moment before replying awkwardly, “I’m sorry I can’t let you take what’s in here, it’s for my granny.” The British-bent pig said, “Aww! Well, ain’t that just the cutest bloody bloomin’ thing you ever have seen?” All three of the Pigs burst out in scorning laughter, not noticing the sly smile that spread across the wolf’s face. Then the first Pig said, “Be seriously, either give us that basket or we’ll make you give it to us, The Boss really said he needed it.” “Vinne, you moron! We weren’t supposed to talk about The Boss!” said the last Pig. The second Pig said, “Oh, dear. It seems we have said too much and now we need to ruff him up. Nothing personal, old chum, but we really must hurt you now.” The Pigs Drew closer to the Little Wolf, who the whole time was gripping something inside the basket. The Pigs drew pistols and began to draw even closer. The Little Wolf then quickly pulled out a smoke grenade and AK-47 and started to reign down upon The Pigs with a barrage of bullets. The Pigs ran off, screaming as they went: “You watch out! Now the mob is after you! The Boss is gonna take care of you!” and with that, The Pigs Vanished into the foliage.
A few uninterrupted hours later, The Little Wolf had successfully delivered the basket of goodies to his granny and was on a computer researching the Pig Mafia. It turned out, he found that The Pig Mafia was actually a very notorious crime group that had plagued the innocent little animals of the town of Happy Meadows for a many years. He also found out that it was run by Billy Francisco Jebbadiah Wilkenhiemer van Jhenson, otherwise know as "Zed" or “The Boss”. Billy was about to give up researching when he saw a final line at the bottom of the page that said: “Questions or comments? Visit the Pig Mafia homepage at www.pigmafia.crimeorg or e-mail The Boss at BFJWvJhenson@secretcrimegroupsandrunescape.net ” This was obviously a lead. The Little Wolf clicked the link to the Pig Mafia homepage, which simultaneously took him to his desired destination and unleashed untold amounts of spam and computer viruses upon the innocent little public library computer. Billy quickly jotted down the address of the Pig Mafia’s Secret Hideout and left to hunt down the rapscallions who so dearly wished to ruin his perfect day. The Little Wolf decided to wait until midnight to infiltrate the Pig Mafia hideout simply for the sake of dramatic effect. When the town clock struck twelve, the Little Wolf picked the lock to the hideout and was inside. He crept down a hallway, sneaky as a silent fart, and found the door to The Boss’s office. While he was attempting to pick the lock to the door, it was thrust opened. The Little Wolf found himself staring into the angry face of the Boss.
The Boss smoothly said, “I’ve been expecting you, little wolf.” “How do you know my name?!” asked The Little Wolf in a flabbergasted manner. The Boss replied, “I don’t, I just say that to everyone who comes to my door, who the heck are you?” “I,” said the Little Wolf, “am Archibald P. Wolf, and you sent your goons after me this morning. I’m here to kick you butt for ruining my perfect day!” “oh, is that so? Well, I won’t be coming quietly. You’ll have to duel me!!!” And, without further ado, they sprang at each other. The duel was on! The Boss quickly flipped out a rune skimmy, easily popping an eleven on The Little Wolf. Wolfie countered with a Spartan Laser attack and a bubble shield. Not one to be thwarted by such a simple adversary, The Boss started vigorously screaming the “Dora the Explorer” theme song and flailing his arms around wildly. The Little Wolf was so startled by this, that he jumped and hit the incandescent light fixture on the ceiling, causing an inconveniently placed bottle of gasoline to explode and render them both unconscious.
When The Little Wolf woke up, he was face up in a hospital bed, next to The Boss. They realized that they couldn’t attack each other, so they exchanged injuring glances and painful words like “poopy-sniffer” and “monkey-slapper”. When they became tired of the fruitless exercise, they both softened up and The Boss said, “I guess I’m kinda sorry that I sent hit men to rob and kill you.” “It’s okay,” said The Little Wolf, “I’m kinda sorry that I tried to hunt you down and kill you over the fact that you ruined my day.” “Friends?” asked The Boss. “Friends,” said The Little Wolf. And they both awkwardly tried to shake hands but were foiled by the fact that they were in full-body casts. Everything was happy, the town of Happy Meadows was free from a menace and Wolfie had finally made a friend. All was right with the world…until- haha, just kidding, the story’s over, I had you scared that there was more didn’t I?
THE END
Stakan Paintball Game
I just back from paintball game at stakan sport centre ( somewhere nearby kota sentosa area, opposite the badminton court/futsal). All of the players are from toyota's friends, 7 of them and me.
Quite fun, we play rm50 per game and extra rm50 for more ammo, total all 225 pellets per person. Play for around 3 hours, 8 games. The result?
Full body bruised, a headshot, a close range shots ( 4 shots ) and total excitement. Looking forward for the next coming game, wuhuhuhuh
Quite fun, we play rm50 per game and extra rm50 for more ammo, total all 225 pellets per person. Play for around 3 hours, 8 games. The result?
Full body bruised, a headshot, a close range shots ( 4 shots ) and total excitement. Looking forward for the next coming game, wuhuhuhuh
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Trance Metal Bands
I bet everyone ever listen to trance and metal, rite? It depends on the individual either prefer trance or metal, which both of that genre are totally opposite. One is in electronica while others in rock. What will you get when mix both of that genre together? You'll got superb awesome music :D
The following videos are by trance metal bands from Japan and England
1) Blood Stain Child ( Japan ) - Freedom
2) Lost Eden ( Japan ) - The Fifth Demension
3) Silent Descent ( England ) - Duplicity
4) Enter Shikari ( England ) - Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour
Hope there were more bands like this in the near future.
The following videos are by trance metal bands from Japan and England
1) Blood Stain Child ( Japan ) - Freedom
2) Lost Eden ( Japan ) - The Fifth Demension
3) Silent Descent ( England ) - Duplicity
4) Enter Shikari ( England ) - Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour
Hope there were more bands like this in the near future.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Isis
Isis is a Los Angeles, California-based band, founded in Boston, Massachusetts in 1997. They have borrowed from and helped to evolve a sound pioneered by the likes of Neurosis and Godflesh creating heavy music consisting of lengthy songs that focus on repetition and evolution of structure. As such, a great range of musical labels are used to describe their sound, including avant-garde metal, post-metal and experimental rock.
The band's most recent album, In The Absent of Truth was released on October 31, 2006. The current members are ;
1) Jeff Caxide - bass2) Michael Gallagher - guitar
4) Bryant Clifford Meyer– electronics, guitar, vocals
The following are Isis's Holy Tears, taken from the album of In The Absent of Truth
Friday, September 12, 2008
HD HD HD!
Oh crap! i think i screwed up myself. I bought d wrong hard disc =/ and somemore the CPU lack of hard disc cable connection inside. Dang. There goes my rm215~
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
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