Thursday, December 17, 2009
Diarrhea at The Farm
So real life farming is a whole new dimension then facebook's game farmville. It is not clickings that makes the crops grow.
My mama and i werent made for life on farm. My dad was. Well he grew up there, it was like reuniting with his shadow again. Well, at the least i didnt die.
I almost did. I was kind of thinking i will lose a limb or break a bone. But it was diarrhea. Is that how its spelt? It wasnt yellow diarrhea, or blood. I would have cried like a "free willie" if i were to see red fluid splatter out of my asshole. "Free willie" term is kind of hard to grasp. Not literally. It was fluid, and only fluid. Just whoosing down like the East Austrailian Current. It was then i sang "Someone come and someone come and save my life, .........., could it be? That this misery?.....". The chorous of Sleeping Sickness by City and Colour. It was the first time i really wanted to go back to Singapore.
I had no appetite to eat. With only fluid passing out, dehydration set in. And i had to drink more. The more i drank, the current came in close frequency. Somehow, on around the 8th trip to the toliet, i asked myself.
"Am i going to let this intestinal disorder affect me? Its just an abnormal frequency of fluid of fecal evacuations! And i am going to let it take over me? Hell no!"
But the only way to get through it was to sing. So i sang "I still believe, that theres more love than hate. Theres more heart than ache. We are in this big world together!" Believe by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Though i could only sing, it gave me strength in a lost battle. Hope, in the darkness.
I am a Nepali, decendent of gurkha soliders, who have fought battles and esthablished a name for themselves. Who would die rather than be a coward. And i wasnt gonne be a fucking pussy just cause of this diarrhea!
Well, things got better when i returned to the city. I was in the toliet, enjoying non-diarrhea time. And i recalled the intestinal pain, the countless trips to the toliet, the feeling of fluid just gushing out, copying a waterfall. It was a brown water fall. And John Mayer's War of My Life song came to my mind and so i sang, "Come out angel, come out ghost........if fear hasnt killed me yet. Nothing will..............this is the war of my life. The door of my life......" Have a go at the soundtracks of my "Diarrhea at The Farm" movie. They are great tunes. And the release date for the movie is TBA.
Now i shall dance to 'Bambaleo' by Gipsy Kings. AHHH RUMMMBAAAA!!!
My mama and i werent made for life on farm. My dad was. Well he grew up there, it was like reuniting with his shadow again. Well, at the least i didnt die.
I almost did. I was kind of thinking i will lose a limb or break a bone. But it was diarrhea. Is that how its spelt? It wasnt yellow diarrhea, or blood. I would have cried like a "free willie" if i were to see red fluid splatter out of my asshole. "Free willie" term is kind of hard to grasp. Not literally. It was fluid, and only fluid. Just whoosing down like the East Austrailian Current. It was then i sang "Someone come and someone come and save my life, .........., could it be? That this misery?.....". The chorous of Sleeping Sickness by City and Colour. It was the first time i really wanted to go back to Singapore.
I had no appetite to eat. With only fluid passing out, dehydration set in. And i had to drink more. The more i drank, the current came in close frequency. Somehow, on around the 8th trip to the toliet, i asked myself.
"Am i going to let this intestinal disorder affect me? Its just an abnormal frequency of fluid of fecal evacuations! And i am going to let it take over me? Hell no!"
But the only way to get through it was to sing. So i sang "I still believe, that theres more love than hate. Theres more heart than ache. We are in this big world together!" Believe by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Though i could only sing, it gave me strength in a lost battle. Hope, in the darkness.
I am a Nepali, decendent of gurkha soliders, who have fought battles and esthablished a name for themselves. Who would die rather than be a coward. And i wasnt gonne be a fucking pussy just cause of this diarrhea!
Well, things got better when i returned to the city. I was in the toliet, enjoying non-diarrhea time. And i recalled the intestinal pain, the countless trips to the toliet, the feeling of fluid just gushing out, copying a waterfall. It was a brown water fall. And John Mayer's War of My Life song came to my mind and so i sang, "Come out angel, come out ghost........if fear hasnt killed me yet. Nothing will..............this is the war of my life. The door of my life......" Have a go at the soundtracks of my "Diarrhea at The Farm" movie. They are great tunes. And the release date for the movie is TBA.
Now i shall dance to 'Bambaleo' by Gipsy Kings. AHHH RUMMMBAAAA!!!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Ktm lll
Days roll on it gets colder.
I eat more and more.is
Passing motion has been so smooth that i dont need to push.
Max who 10 is in human years is a cry baby.
Cries when he is alone.
Going to my grandad's farm tomorrow.
Staying for a week.
If i dont have a new post by the 20th.
That means ive died.
I eat more and more.is
Passing motion has been so smooth that i dont need to push.
Max who 10 is in human years is a cry baby.
Cries when he is alone.
Going to my grandad's farm tomorrow.
Staying for a week.
If i dont have a new post by the 20th.
That means ive died.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Ktm ll
I lost a few grams.
My digestion speed has never been better.
I had my bath after a almost a week.
I saw myself naked after almost a week.
My clean record is gone as i stepped on Max's shit.
He needs a shower cause he smells like a fucking dog.
He is a dog.
He doesnt smell like a dog.
He smells like a fucking dog.
My digestion speed has never been better.
I had my bath after a almost a week.
I saw myself naked after almost a week.
My clean record is gone as i stepped on Max's shit.
He needs a shower cause he smells like a fucking dog.
He is a dog.
He doesnt smell like a dog.
He smells like a fucking dog.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Departure Story
Does it feel like a story? A story where it ends with on a sad note? A story where happiness is only met if the readers read between the lines? Or a love story? Does all validity perish in love for the way it ends? It could, but endings never erase history. They seal it. It marks the finishing line for the run by legacy. A relationship, an experience, a journey. The end opens another door, which leads to a path. Grab a pen, a brand new chapter begins.
In some ways, the story is much vast than the character. A story which only lasts for a time but feels like a lifetime.
No matter how it ends. Torn assunder or with a melodic departure. Once it ends, its ends. Everything that the story makes, the memories, the people, the hearts and the broken hearts. All of which made the story in return. The broken hearts may never recover from the experience.
To me it feels like it was all such a long time ago. Was it all a dream or was i really there? Feels like ive never been in Singapore. Like i was here in Nepal all the while in a deep sleep where i had an amazing dream. A dream which will stay in my mind like a scar forever. Till forever.
In some ways, the story is much vast than the character. A story which only lasts for a time but feels like a lifetime.
No matter how it ends. Torn assunder or with a melodic departure. Once it ends, its ends. Everything that the story makes, the memories, the people, the hearts and the broken hearts. All of which made the story in return. The broken hearts may never recover from the experience.
To me it feels like it was all such a long time ago. Was it all a dream or was i really there? Feels like ive never been in Singapore. Like i was here in Nepal all the while in a deep sleep where i had an amazing dream. A dream which will stay in my mind like a scar forever. Till forever.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Ktm
My fingers are cold.
I fart much more.
My bowel movements are in fantastic motion.
My balls shrink in the morning.
My pet puppy from years ago whom i named Max still remembers me.
I broke the record for the being the tallest in my family.
I have not stepped on any shit, a good track record.
Not showered for days.
I have not seen my naked self.
I fart much more.
My bowel movements are in fantastic motion.
My balls shrink in the morning.
My pet puppy from years ago whom i named Max still remembers me.
I broke the record for the being the tallest in my family.
I have not stepped on any shit, a good track record.
Not showered for days.
I have not seen my naked self.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Complexity over speed
Its like trying to develop without a placenta. With no lessons or advices ive been trying to learn guitar techniques and characters. Researching on B.B. King for some blues knowledge. Being a sponge would really help right now. Trying to learn all these complexity gives me an unorganised foundation. Progression of chords or riffs which can be played on different necks to give different moods is one of which i can remember. Vibrato is my favourite. Tense the strings up, it starts to rage. Tense it down, it sulks. Up and down either creates an end, begining or rhythm to the set. Either closing the door to a riff or opening to a solo. Sounds are heard as emotions to me now.
John Mayer's videos helps me on finger style and adaptation of ''stately'' solos. But what i need is an electric guitar with pedals and amps. Exploring into that market is a headache. I need sorta map or mentor to guide. With only my guitar and me with no motives, nuturation and no sign of maturing. Plots to a similiar scene of moose hunting while armed with an empty sniper in the Alaskian moutain terrains with no map or compass.
Bought a new cedar wood solid top acoustic guitar with bross bass strings. I am not sure of the acutal spelling of the strings, however it is pronoucned as such.
Just what i typed here about guitars or the type of guitar i bought should be confusing the simplicity out of you or you didnt bother reading the whole paragraph and bumped into this sentence. Well. its human nature to scroll down the chunk of sentences which we predict to be dull. So we just glance at some words. Worst of all you may not even be reading this sentence.
Caffeine craving now. What i know now is that the thread i assumed as a stretched out silk, is now into alloy knots.
John Mayer's videos helps me on finger style and adaptation of ''stately'' solos. But what i need is an electric guitar with pedals and amps. Exploring into that market is a headache. I need sorta map or mentor to guide. With only my guitar and me with no motives, nuturation and no sign of maturing. Plots to a similiar scene of moose hunting while armed with an empty sniper in the Alaskian moutain terrains with no map or compass.
Bought a new cedar wood solid top acoustic guitar with bross bass strings. I am not sure of the acutal spelling of the strings, however it is pronoucned as such.
Just what i typed here about guitars or the type of guitar i bought should be confusing the simplicity out of you or you didnt bother reading the whole paragraph and bumped into this sentence. Well. its human nature to scroll down the chunk of sentences which we predict to be dull. So we just glance at some words. Worst of all you may not even be reading this sentence.
Caffeine craving now. What i know now is that the thread i assumed as a stretched out silk, is now into alloy knots.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Life Vessel (I will never forget)
I am leaving home for home in a few days. It's a feeling that i have which cant be expressed in words. The feeling is not as strong as love or as miserable as heartbreak. Those are the strong feelins which can be expressed. But this one doesnt catergorise itself in any. Its there by itself. On its own.
I have conculded to embracing change. To recieve what i get and turn it beautiful. Resisting blinds the view of beauty and exposes the ugly. Through my life here, it feels like my homeland. Ironic that i am returning to my roots. Ive had experiences that i have been joyful and rueful. Looking back i will never forget. My body has been like a vessel. Being the passenger rather than the navigator. Good friends i have, like islands i docked on learning, teaching and experiencing. I will never forget. Through my voyages, i have felt like there was another person sailing the ship, thus me falling back as a passenger. Thats life. It changed, and through the phrases reality was either surreal or too much to handle. I will never forget. Ive grown and changed. Its emotional when i look back, to my old archives, pictures and stories. I will never forget. I dont want to leave the islands. Thats just what life is. We move on anchor on new ones and develop. And to cruise back to the islands which made us. I will never forget.
Now all i want to do is create music. Music people enjoy and turn to when they some strength or comfort. Music which pays the bills. Travel the world and play to whoever wants to listen. Thats all i wish for.
The vessel has been twisting and turning, now it has locked its position. Its departure approaches. After that i have no idea what to do. Till then i will cherish the times on the islands.
Its the little things i will miss. Like waking up in my messy room.
I have conculded to embracing change. To recieve what i get and turn it beautiful. Resisting blinds the view of beauty and exposes the ugly. Through my life here, it feels like my homeland. Ironic that i am returning to my roots. Ive had experiences that i have been joyful and rueful. Looking back i will never forget. My body has been like a vessel. Being the passenger rather than the navigator. Good friends i have, like islands i docked on learning, teaching and experiencing. I will never forget. Through my voyages, i have felt like there was another person sailing the ship, thus me falling back as a passenger. Thats life. It changed, and through the phrases reality was either surreal or too much to handle. I will never forget. Ive grown and changed. Its emotional when i look back, to my old archives, pictures and stories. I will never forget. I dont want to leave the islands. Thats just what life is. We move on anchor on new ones and develop. And to cruise back to the islands which made us. I will never forget.
Now all i want to do is create music. Music people enjoy and turn to when they some strength or comfort. Music which pays the bills. Travel the world and play to whoever wants to listen. Thats all i wish for.
The vessel has been twisting and turning, now it has locked its position. Its departure approaches. After that i have no idea what to do. Till then i will cherish the times on the islands.
Its the little things i will miss. Like waking up in my messy room.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Taped Over
I have been verbally passive these days. Blogging wise and in engagement of conversations too. Other times i would be blabbering away. Which according to rough calculation, 90% crap. Except if its a court like serious thing. With the approaching departure date, i am busy. Fucking busy. Smoke every stick. In pursuit to enjoy every moment i have. It started with cruise ship for 3 days 2 nights. Zoo trip the next day. Hanging out, and chalet tails behind. Just returned and did some farming on facebook. Okay, before i start shaping this post into a mundane trip down to the yellow brick road. I'll halt for the state of my boring threatened personality. However, i have noticed and would like to sort of debate on girls.
You see, i am single. Listen to Perfectly Lonely by John Mayer. It almost sums up my relationship status. I walk past or have a glance - okay, i'll be honest, i stare for a few seconds. I wont object to where my eyes fix upon. But i wont sew into details. Moving on, i see some girls and think. "Damm you are beautiful*" (*depends, can be catergorised into hot,pretty,cute or so on). They dont date good guys. John himself has stressed this, as a joke on why he is single. Assumption. When he puts on a swagger or tilts his baseball hat. The hat has to be worn straight. Not a degree off. If its sideways, run away. If its backwards, ignore him. Firstly, that is the wrong way to wear a hat though an instruction manual does not come with purchase. Secondly, it destroys the purpose of the hat. To the way he dresses, to the way he fixes his hair. There is tons of things you can tell. After all, a good guy wont be the one breaking your heart.
I need to improve technically on my guitar-ship. I am wide aware that is it an aspiration that will never be lived. However i stubbornly dream still. I need sleep.
You see, i am single. Listen to Perfectly Lonely by John Mayer. It almost sums up my relationship status. I walk past or have a glance - okay, i'll be honest, i stare for a few seconds. I wont object to where my eyes fix upon. But i wont sew into details. Moving on, i see some girls and think. "Damm you are beautiful*" (*depends, can be catergorised into hot,pretty,cute or so on). They dont date good guys. John himself has stressed this, as a joke on why he is single. Assumption. When he puts on a swagger or tilts his baseball hat. The hat has to be worn straight. Not a degree off. If its sideways, run away. If its backwards, ignore him. Firstly, that is the wrong way to wear a hat though an instruction manual does not come with purchase. Secondly, it destroys the purpose of the hat. To the way he dresses, to the way he fixes his hair. There is tons of things you can tell. After all, a good guy wont be the one breaking your heart.
I need to improve technically on my guitar-ship. I am wide aware that is it an aspiration that will never be lived. However i stubbornly dream still. I need sleep.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Woody
Mankind coming to an end? I oppose. Man has gone to the moon, drove other species to extinction, made kick ass chocolate bars and bbq, created mutiple sex positions and even the glory hole. No way mother nature can whoop Mankind's asses. Not 1969 and certainly not 2012.
Some people have misread or mistaken my point of this status on my facebook about a week ago. It is related to the predicted 'end of the world'. Its solely about MANKIND's survival. Pay special attention to the words in capitals. They have told me personally or through internet wether they believed, scoffed at, opposed my theory or didnt give a satan's horn about the apocalypse. Well, my point is that if or if not nature will be a real angry bitch, she wont be able to kill us. I mean not everyone will survive (touch anything made of wood) when it occurs. Mankind has done lots of things and the things i wrote are from the top of my head. Be it a nature's big blue urine or a big shit of magma or a twirling tornadoes of fart. Mankind will survive it.
Just came back from watching 2012 the movie and i am glad to say my prediction - trying to sound scientific, was supported by it. The effects and visualisation were awesome. The storyline and acting was average though it had some funny moments. But i am not sure of the huge mother fucking ships. Who knows? For a species who created weapons that can wipe out te face of the world. Surely we can build something to get past what the Mayans recorded. OR it could be that they were tired of recording dates. And by luck it conciled with the predictions of other cultures.
This is a nerdy post i have to say.
Some people have misread or mistaken my point of this status on my facebook about a week ago. It is related to the predicted 'end of the world'. Its solely about MANKIND's survival. Pay special attention to the words in capitals. They have told me personally or through internet wether they believed, scoffed at, opposed my theory or didnt give a satan's horn about the apocalypse. Well, my point is that if or if not nature will be a real angry bitch, she wont be able to kill us. I mean not everyone will survive (touch anything made of wood) when it occurs. Mankind has done lots of things and the things i wrote are from the top of my head. Be it a nature's big blue urine or a big shit of magma or a twirling tornadoes of fart. Mankind will survive it.
Just came back from watching 2012 the movie and i am glad to say my prediction - trying to sound scientific, was supported by it. The effects and visualisation were awesome. The storyline and acting was average though it had some funny moments. But i am not sure of the huge mother fucking ships. Who knows? For a species who created weapons that can wipe out te face of the world. Surely we can build something to get past what the Mayans recorded. OR it could be that they were tired of recording dates. And by luck it conciled with the predictions of other cultures.
This is a nerdy post i have to say.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Anachronism
I appear to be in a sort of anachronism. By the way, this is epic. However i am sure you kids wont like music from the past. I am just posting this so i wont forget in the near future. Time to search on Stevie Wonder now.
Banished Brotherhood.
Brotherhood.
The seed germinated without our notice.
Flourished in rapid motion as the time of our lives branched out.
Leaves grew, never did it shed.
Fruits ripen never spoilt.
A majestic castle built around it.
From alabastar bones and reptile skin.
Held back everything the world threw.
No cracks, no blindsides.
Fidelity at its purest.
Amity spiritous.
A kingdom we owned.
Shared the throne.
Placing each other first.
No blood or tears need be shed.
For we had no Achillies heel.
Alexander The Great and Leonidas I of Sparta.
Faced battle without a trickle of fear.
Established the highest heiarchy of vessels.
Recognition and respect owned.
For our fortress so impenetrable.
Only we could dismantle.
So it occured.
Not providence, not karma.
Certainly all i know, its a shadow.
A shadow which unknotted our veins.
No swords, no daggers. Wasnt even a war.
The kingdom fell into ashes by the most luminous flames.
The leaves turned brown and dry. Eventually decomposed.
The litter of branches finally showing the fall.
The Brotherhood now in the darkness of oblivion.
No tombstone to signify of the legacy.
No amount of novocaine,
no concentration of placebo can reverse the despair.
The seed germinated without our notice.
Flourished in rapid motion as the time of our lives branched out.
Leaves grew, never did it shed.
Fruits ripen never spoilt.
A majestic castle built around it.
From alabastar bones and reptile skin.
Held back everything the world threw.
No cracks, no blindsides.
Fidelity at its purest.
Amity spiritous.
A kingdom we owned.
Shared the throne.
Placing each other first.
No blood or tears need be shed.
For we had no Achillies heel.
Alexander The Great and Leonidas I of Sparta.
Faced battle without a trickle of fear.
Established the highest heiarchy of vessels.
Recognition and respect owned.
For our fortress so impenetrable.
Only we could dismantle.
So it occured.
Not providence, not karma.
Certainly all i know, its a shadow.
A shadow which unknotted our veins.
No swords, no daggers. Wasnt even a war.
The kingdom fell into ashes by the most luminous flames.
The leaves turned brown and dry. Eventually decomposed.
The litter of branches finally showing the fall.
The Brotherhood now in the darkness of oblivion.
No tombstone to signify of the legacy.
No amount of novocaine,
no concentration of placebo can reverse the despair.
No need to rhyme.
Another good one. I need to accquire new guitar skills now. Buy me one? Hear that, the mysterious person? Just joking,
After that part comes this.
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