proud to be a Perak-ian!
the place where i come from, they speak Malay Language like this. oh God i love Perak!
the place where i come from, they speak Malay Language like this. oh God i love Perak!
-Blok H, Kem Polis Briged Tengah, Pasukan Gerakan Am, Jalan Cheras.
-Taman Alam Megah, Seksyen 27, Shah Alam.
-Taman Rakan, Kajang.
-Sg. Rokam, Ipoh.
-Bt. 13, Kajang.
-Pekan Kajang.
-Plaza Phoenix, Cheras.
-Bt. 9, Cheras.
-Taman Dato’ Ahmad Razali, Ampang.
-Tadika Jasa, Taman Cuepacs, Cheras.
-SK Taman Cuepacs, Cheras.
-SK Alam Megah 2, Seksyen 27, Shah Alam.
-SK Taman Rakan, Kajang.
-SK Sg. Rokam, Ipoh.
-Taman Permainan depan Blok H, Kem Polis Briged Tengah.
-SAR Taman Rakan, Kajang.
“those are the best places i will ever be. never felt safe when playing at playgrounds, or riding bicycle when going back from school, except for those places. those places never failed to cheer me up. remembering them makes me happy. i nearly forget how happy i am when i was growing up in those places. i was a happy kid in my childhood days. hope nothing will ever going to be changed in the future.”
inspired by:
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Now playing: Arcade Fire – The Suburbs
via FoxyTunes
i don’t know where did i found this article but oh well, it is a quite nice reading too.
A lot of people claim they have strong passion in music, but do you really? If you think you have true passion in music here are several things you must think about. These are the things that shows people that you have your true passion. Lets look at it now.
You don’t really have true passion in music if:
Enjoy.
i have no comment on this article. and i’m not gonna defend or stand with this article, for there are some points i do agree, some are not. it’s up to the readers, whether you wanna hate it, or like it. i’m just sharing what i read.
somehow these two videos made me shed a tear. Peace be with you, John Lennon. :’)
today is October 29th. it’s gonna be 1 year this weekend. Halloween sucks.
one word: niceness.
p/s: 1990 kids are awesome!
my mum said to me:
“if people put a bad perception at you, re-think again what you’ve done. change your attitude and then prove them wrong.”
we are not perfect. and people will always put negative perceptions at us. no need to take it seriously, that’s a douche’s doing. ignore it, yes you can. ignore it, but don’t take it too lightly. just sit back and ask, “”why people call me like that?”. it’s a usual thing people give bad names to us. for example, bitch/slut/spoiled brat/no future/etc,etc. ask that question to yourself. and if you have found the answer, say this, “i’m gonna prove y’all wrong. i’m gonna prove all you motherfuckers are wrong”. change your attitude and prove them wrong. you are better than what is said by them. change, don’t just talk about it. if you take it lightly to what they are saying/just ignore it, shame on you. God may wants to show you the right path, by making you think at the difference perspective about those perceptions, but you closed your eyes, brain, ears to it. pity. you’re just as same as the monkeys.
*read the following story:
Ipoh. it was weekend. i was chilling out with my bandmates at mapley(we Malaysians like to chill out at indian restaurant called ‘mapley’). it was weekend, we just finished our studio jam session. then a man and his friend entered mapley.
“i know this guy…”
acted like wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes at the counter, i poked him.
me: “aye, mate!”
x(better refer him as x): “hi! you alone?”
me: “nay, with my bandmates, just got back from the studio.”
with a boring and despised face, he looked at my bandmates. yeah, i could tell by his look.
x: “i just got back from da’ club, man..i’m drunk. i’m pretty drunk, man..haha“
“yeah,man…i can see that. in fact, everyone can see that. it’s obvious that you’re drunk, man…”
me: “haha..owh, okay..”
*buzz!* x just un-cool-ed himself! i mean, wtf man. wtf… you don’t have to tell everyone, or to anyone that you’re drunk. seriously, when you’re drunk everyone can notice that. even a non-drinker. when the first time i saw him came in, i can tell that he was drunk. and probably others too. what’s so special about getting drunk until you wanted to tell everyone else about it, ey? you feel all cool when you’re drunk? or you feel all cool when you get back from DA’ club and drunk? okay, not cool. maybe the right term is majestic. okay, you feel all majestic when you’re doing that, is that it? oh, well suit yourself. if you feel majestic, then you are. but not to me, not to those public eyes at the mapley who were watching you drunk. we are not amused by that. seriously.
this is what the other side of me wants to say:
i’m not here to fire on all my will to clubbers, etc. but when this kind of thing happened to me, it just make me sick. i know that club thing is the Lifestyle, and i am also aware that i am no longer spend my time in club, partying and all those shits, yeah i know i am not cool, not as YOU ARE. seriously, man you don’t have to despise me for being like this. yes, i am living a boring life; at day i drive my siblings to school, and at night i chill out with my friends at mapley, weekend at studio, wasting money on jamming. but the thing is, you don’t know what i am capable of. keep that in your mind, mate. i don’t despise people, cause that is just not my attitude. but you, lad. you has just started a fucking war with me. you despise my bandmates and my life and i am going to despise you, your fucking kinds, and all of your fucking clubbers kinds sad lives. get a life. move out from these pathetic lives and start living a quality life.