ricochet of singing bullets

2004-10-02T07:10:00.000-07:00

wazzaaaa..

fuck you...

in case you're thinking,"he's not referring to me",you're wrong..dead fucking wrong..

2004-08-27T04:59:00.000-07:00

Isn't Friendster just wonderful?

From now on,i'll put up a Friendster profile that's particularly interesting every week.
This particular profile will be soo totally wah piang eh,you'll shit yourself twice within 5 minutes.
This week,the honour goes to...................................

Wah Piang Profile Of The Week

Yes. You saw it. Please believe it mister believe it please. The purest representation of the street rhyming art form: HIP HAP.

"Came to do ma'thing & ya'll gonna see me fling ma'BlingBling & sho'me tinkering, ya'll do the thinking...I flow ma'moves like I'm some kid from N'Sync..."

Like fucking whoa. No shit. This guy's so dope he namechecks N'sync.

"What I Fear most, is fallin' In love...Coz once U've made a wrong move, U're toast...Don't make me confused...Don't make me think back to those times...Where so many homies I've used"

Pow pow kahpow! From the way he uses the term "homies",you would have thought they were tampons.

I love Friendster. Don't you?

(I just realised that the profile is too small to be seen and i can't be half-arsed to edit it to make it bigger but you can access the Wah Piang Profile Of The Week through this link http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=8843372 .)

2004-08-18T07:03:00.000-07:00

Power To The Gedegah!! Gedegah To The Core

I love Indian boys that can dance like Usher. I really do. Well. At least Hannan does.

(Disclaimer: Although i'd like to believe i have great photoshop skills,i did not edit this picture. It was on the main picture of the Friendster profile of the Indian male above. I do not know him but i find that the fire and the yin/yang symbol really accentuates his intrinsic Usher and Michael Jackson parallels.) And Hannan finds him cute.

2004-08-16T09:08:00.001-07:00

Looking for some place to record your musical musings and memoirs? I've got just the shit for you. At 40 bucks per track (professional studios charge 60-80 dollars per hour and you can take up to 2-3 hours to record a track. Do the math fuckers.) it's the cheapest ass shit with the same professional quality. Trust me. I'm never wrong. Serious.

Contact Unheard Recordings at funkyfungus@hotmail.com

2004-08-16T08:46:00.000-07:00

A few reasons why The O.C is the greatest show on planet televison.

- Firstly,The O.C has,in my humble infallible opinion,the best making out scenes on TV ever as long as Marissa (the anorexic bitch) is not in it..The lighting,the mood and the setting of the make-out scenes is totally fucking awesome.But i'm still waitimg for Anna to have a 5 minute make out scene with Summer. Lesbians totally rocks!!

- The O.C (contrary to popular belief) is not another pseudo-Beverly Hills 90210 or Dawson's Creek even though it reeks of the same stinking cheesy script and good looking actors/actresses. The real gems of wisdom are found in the story and plot of the epsiodes every week which seems to reveal how full of shit girls really are. I believe i can assume that Marissa is the generic template upon which God created females and is everything every member of the female species aspires to be(in other words, a naive skinny bitch).

_ The O.C exposes the underhand tactics of Platomons( a cross breed of the irritating male platonic friend and a Pokemon) who worships every armpit hair of his female friend who he harbours secret desires for. This gives ample time for smart,witty,creative rockstar boyfriends (like yours truly) to come up with counter-tactics which will render their platomon tactics like "confide", "buy sweet for you" totally obsolete. KA-POW BIATCH!!
Rockstar Boyfriend 1 Platomon 0.

I think i'm gona work on an essay on this shit and pass it up to my GP teacher with a communist name,Chan Chee Peng.

2004-08-11T05:26:00.000-07:00

i knew a girl
she sang a lovely song
and she smiled at me
as i tried to sing along

she told me her story
of how she broke cupid's heart
she sat there and cried
pools of crimson blood

but it'll get easier
as you move on
and as you get older
you'll sing new songs

i once knew an old man
had the hollow eyes of a gun
he taught me not to smile too much
for that's the sign of the devil's son

and so i sat and ponder
over those meaningless words
and the countless times that i've laughed
and the ones where i got hurt

but it'll get easier
as i run faster
burning form the velocity
of being society's cancer

it'll get easier
it always does
at least that's how it is in the movies

it'll get easier
it always does
that's how they sing it on the radio

2004-08-03T06:45:00.000-07:00

we keep denying trying to be famous
but we do these deeds,oh so shameless
a pistol whip could hardly tame us
with the steel in our eyes,we'll never die nameless

how long before i make a fool of myself
how long before i decay on your shelf
how long before i make a fool of myslef
how long before i decay on your shelf

we're the stubborn root of all that we create
a design for another fairytale
we delude ourselves on things that we hate
staring straight into singing bullets that ricochet

how long before i make a fool of myslef
how long before i decay on your shelf
how long before i make a fool of myslef
how long before i decay on your shelf

Another mundane on and on and on and on and on. Nothing's gonna change my world.
And just for the heck of it,i'ma post a pic of the infamous Sports Day Cheerleading crossdressing fiasco involving yours truly..

How come i'm more "sek" than 99% of girls out there? (FYI: I'm the one in the center with the commanding cheerleader pose)

2004-07-26T06:49:00.000-07:00

woah. apparently you muthafuckas are too cool for school eh?
with your mtv-esque retro specs sitting at the the back of the band munching on old chunky pussy eh? music's all about being image-conscious and "ooh..wonder what little mary with the rotten crotch is thinking of me?" eh? i spit on that piece of crap that u brand indie if that's the suffocating tag you bestow upon your sorry self. talking all that jazz and wearing all that Jet. and singing about virginal high school love complete with Simple Plan riffs and chords. whoa. "you're looking so retro. your hair's touching your ears. i bet you play guitar. i bet you have a band." i bet you have a 2 inch dick that you can shove up your arse and still have room for that sorry excuse for a face. butt-lick yourself assholes.

sometimes i wonder why do i even bother.
fuck music in singapore.
fuck singapore.
fuck music.

fuck indie rockers.
fuck "HIP-HAPPERS"

i'm gonna comb my hair centre parting tomorrow.
at least i'll be conforming and having my own 5 room flat in 7 years time.
sit ah some more behind Old Chang Kee.

stupid Tapestry fucks.

2004-07-23T07:58:00.000-07:00

Little Madam

You dance and prance around the wilting apple tree
you sip your wine,get drunk off your tea
you could be the one i'm afraid to touch
it feels so good,this adrenaline rush

make some time for me,little madam
make the sun shine for me, little madam
make it all so sweet little madam
pouring syrup down the streets

I smile meanwhile you bitch around
about the consequence of your actions now
I laugh and wear my stupid crown
from afar as you take your wedding vow

make some time for me little madam
make the sun shine for me little madam
make it all so sweet little madam
pouring syrup down the streets

the lovely shuffling of your feet on the ground
the shuffling of your lovely feet on the gound
the shuffling of your feet on the lovely ground

its all so lovely
you're so above me
you look so lovely
its all beyond me

2004-07-23T07:47:00.000-07:00

Parasites

crying and drying these tears gets me so tired
and i can't live here anymore,it seems so quiet

you,up in the sky.
you spit at what you found.
you bring me up so high.
you brought me crashing down.

the sound of your skin.
it feels so loud.
wherever you've been.
you drown out the crowd.

parasites
parasites
parasites
that's what you are

living and breathing this pungent air
you're the cause and effect of this despair

2004-07-22T05:29:00.000-07:00

in a parallel world,
you could have been the girl
i love
in a world where i wasn't so ugly
you could have probably loved me

sneers of your black lips haunt my computer screen
shut my eyes and ears and wonder if it is all just a dream
one that'd never die
one that's probably a lie
but i've never told the truth before
and i don't intend to start now
if you never intended to give me more
i'll tell you that i need it anyhow

2004-07-09T17:49:00.000-07:00

Okay..
Sheila Gank everywhere!! Your band fucking rocks!!!
SO7 had the whole crowd dancing and jumping and shouting..I was screaming like a girl the whole fucking time..Yoko was jumping up and down like a pogo stick..
Wish it didn't end..

The show started with Malaysian wannabe Ushers and Craig Davids, Ruffedge.They performed Khayalan,which is to date their best song ever and its a fucking cover version of Black Dog Bone's which is actualy a "lagu saduran" of an Earth,Wind and Fire hit. Not much work to do there boys. They also performed "Tiada Lagi Cinta" which sounded too much like a re-working of an Urban Exchange song. Yes fuckheads,i'm aware that it might be produced by Terry Lee but that's no fucking excuse. There was this "mat hensem" who was ver popular with the ladies. Actually,at the risk of sounding gay,i kinda like him. He was the only one actually singing and he had a very relaxed demeanor and didnt look like he was trying too hard. As for the rest,especially the Mat Rambot Afro Gemok Confident and the other guy with long hair and the stupid goatee,they were shouting and desperately trying to get attention from the girls. I got news biatch..They didnt come to see you..They eprformed the stupidest song ever "tipah Tertipu".They must've thought that they are so fucking smart,taking a line from Ali stean and turning it into a song. It gets worse biatch. They had a song called "Goyang". The whole of the chorus was " yang ni song mata kaji semarniSeng..rampongiseng semartilem!" WAT DE FUCK!!! It was the chant that Ali Baba used to get inside the cave in Ali Baba Bujang Lapok.I was crying in shame at this point of the concert.
I had a bad feeling.
We were all seated and the organizers did not allow anyone near th stage to take photos.

All the mat rocks were getting very restless..Me and Yoko were getting cold.
then they announced that SO7's set was next.Almost spontaneously,everyone ran in front of the barricade and that stupid fuck Shah ibrahim and the stupid crowd control shitheads were trying to push us back. After vulgarities were shouted in their faces (courtesy of yours truly) they finally got the idea.

Eross emerged on stage in a purple suit with a dark ded shirt and black shades..Looking like a cross between Albert hammond Jr and an Indon Wak Satay,he ripped into a solo while the rest made their way on stage. S07 performed songs from their catalogue like Pria kesepian,Melompat lebih tinggi,Sahabat Sejati and many others. All the Sheila Gank there developed a camarederie as we jumped and hugged each other.

to the Sheila gank..see ya mufuckas next year if they'll be coming again

2004-06-29T07:56:00.000-07:00

Reflections on Platform4

The real reason as to why i joined Platform4 initially was to win the cash prize of a $1000 so that i could buy an electric guitar.Prior to Imran telling me about the competition,i had totally given hip-hop up as i was infected with rap writer's block which disabled me from constructing 2 coherent rhyming sentences. I was dabbling heavily in indie rock and doing an intensive amount of research into The Beatles. I was intrigued by John Lennon,his music,his attitude and his outlook on life which i considered to be somewhat similar to mine,to a certain extent. I admired his non-conformist stance on his music,even though he was initially kental(with the moptops and matching suits).
I considered my earlier persona as YoungZ to be extremely kental and i despised the wannabe thug-posturing that was evident in my rhymes,my clothes and whatnots.

I totally gave up rap and decided to do "real" music.
Under the influence of Ridzal( fellow Ninja Muscle Sensei), i started appreciating psychedelic art and i was fascinated by psychedelia. I started listening to Jefferson Airplane,The Grateful Dead and The Beatles circa Sgt Pepper. I practiced on my classical guitar which had been collecting dust for 3 years and found out that I was just as crap as ever. Nontheles,i seeked the tutelage of Idzwan,Yazid,Rasta and Ibrahim in order to improve my basic guitar-playing which i considered essential in my songwriting.

Then came the fateful night when i chatted with Imran on MSN. By coincidence or a twist of fate,i was simultaneously at The F word's soundclick page. I had taken a particular liking to a beat called "The Fun Of It" as it was really cute,funny and totally unpretentious. Imran asked me whether i wanted to join Platform4.
I decided to break my vow of not doing hiphop again and i started writing rhymes for the aforementioned F Word beat.

I named the song "My Fault" and performed it to anappreciative audience at NTUC Celebrations at Hougang Mall. Apparently Fiquetional of Teh Tarik Crew was very amused at my rhymes and animated delivery.I was on a high. FreakyZ supplied me another beat which became the song "Did I Say It?!" The song contained a diss towards dikir barat and subliminal references at certain people in the scene which made some members of the audience scratch their heads in bewilderment at the semi-finals. Maybe i'm too advanced for my time. I got through to the Grand Finals which wasn't that grand at all.Too Phat didn't turn up. No big fucking deal. Expected in fact. They were probably watching cartoons at home when they suddenly remembered and decided not to come. There were dope performances from Bless and Switch. the crowd was fucking disrespectful to Triple Noize.I noticed that Shafiee of Triple Noize had gained a lot of weight. Cute. Triple Noize were trying their best to hype up a crowd that was lacklustre and their performance went unappreciated. Fuck.

Synopsis on the contestants:

Corrupt Ethics: Cool indonesian beats. Great camaraderie with them.
G-Feminiz: Matching uniforms.
Ninja Muscle:Interesting. Just a lil too animated. But he dont really give a fuck.
Nthral: Fucking dope. He'll kick Xzibit's ass anytime. Anyfuckingtime i tell ya.
Psykelectics: very matured for their age. They'll grow and become something really good i can tell. I wish i was as good as Naufal when i was his age.
Yadin: the eclectic funky Mike Shinoda(HAHA!) electronica,drum n bass,rock..aint no territory he didnt cover. and his urban poetics kicked some ass..the crowd didnt appreciate his verbalistics but it didn't really matter cos if i think he rocks ,then fuck everybody else.

I would like to thank Al for his undying support and his redundant nagging when i refused to rehearse.We had a dream my brother.. My Yoko Ono for being a more wonderful Yoko Ono than the original one and much much more prettier.And not putting pressure on me to win. Faezah for taking time and effort to support me to the extent of coming alone. Yenny and Akmal for all the publicty on the blog and Akmal for asking those B-boys to shout "Teban!!!" during Esda Insane's performance. Hilarious i tell you..Fildza and Juherman for making sure i was clear about everything.Syaheed for pointing out the need for me to up the ante in my diction and flow. John Lennon. Changed my perspective on music and what it should be all about.

2004-06-28T09:48:00.000-07:00

Notice how much the Ninja Muscle kicks ass..We kick ass soooo much that we can't help it but have lightning balls flash out of our armpits..Damn.."Kenapa kita cool giler buah pley? tak fair sak untuk orang lain.."

Ermmmm..I'm gonna say something about Platform4..I won..but victory wasn't as sweet as i thought it would be..Yadin kicked some real Linkin Park (HAHA!!) shit!! Dope as fuck!! Back to the essence my brother!! And I'm still a bit skeptical as to the details of the so-called "affiliation" to Fyeworks. I'm not going to tie myself down to any obligations tha's going to,in any way,stifle my creativity.

My Afterthoughts..

Reality check for my fucking ego
Gravity pulls me back to ground zero
I ain't no corporate sponsored super-hero
Reality check for my fucking ego!!
A reality check came in the form of my history paper and a stupid nyonya invigilator whose name was Ridzal Chan Yi Meng

2004-06-21T09:52:00.000-07:00

Assalamualaikum everybody..I'm the new reformed Zainal Abidin and i feel so cleansed and pure after listening to Too Phat's Alhamdullilah Part 1 and 2. I hope that they come up with another remix complete with bonus holographic belly dancers so that thousand s of their fans will buy it and experience 5 minutes repentance .Just now i just finished my sembahyang maghrib. while fulfilling my evening prayers,i played Too Phat's Alhamdullilah as acommpanying music.During the course of my 2nd rakaat,my mother turned off my stereo,to which i immediately stopped praying,slapped her in the face,poured gasoline over her whole body,threw a lighted cigarette (like in the movies)and shouted,"KAFIR!! BURN IN HELL BIATCH!!!!"
Yeah..that's for messing with hiphop, God's medium of communicating with his subjects and dikir-loving creations.After burning my mother to a charred crisp,i proceed to finish up my bottle of Chivas Regal and listening to my dikir barat mp3s..As i was immersed in the heavenly sounds of rebana and generic templated Malay pride lyrics,i heard a few boys coming back from school,laughing loudly..What in tha name of Mamang do they think they are doing? Its maghrib and they're laughing loudly..Masyaallah..Takde adat betol budak-budak setan nie..I then took the botlle of Chivas Regal which was empty by now and threw it at them..It hit one of them in the head..I shouted," AH!! BODOH KAN! MAGHRIB PUN NAK KETAWA KUAT-KUAT!!"

I then proceeded to freestyle rap in Malay....

"yo,aku anak melayu jangan action tak tahu
korang anak setan mcm kepala batu
aku suka sembahyang dengan dikir barat
aku suka clubbing dengan pegi massage
aku suka gentel misai mr raj
Jangan takde adat.......BIATCH!!!!!!'

An Ustaz then praised me for my ability to rap in Malay and spread positive Islamic messages in my music. i'm seriously thinking of setting up a group and we'll rap about God and pump our music in local clubs..Anybody interested?

2004-06-18T06:46:00.000-07:00

A Reminder for Zainal Abidin.

1.To fake an authentic attempt at studying for the mid year exams
2.Buy these albums
- Anthony Hamilton- Coming Where I'm From
- Velvet Revolver- Contraband

2004-06-16T08:43:00.000-07:00

Recently,i was drugged and kidnapped..i did not know hat happened and who did it and for what purpose. I woke up to find myself in front of the Heeren specifically,in front of a stage. i looked up for details on what the fuck exactly was going on and i saw a banner that wrote Street Fest: POP IS HOT (like it hasn't always been). Curious,i stayed on to observe the interesting going-ons and the colourful crowd that surrounded me.The crowd was full of teenagers and i can see the blatant rage and discontent at being controlled by their parents and other authoritarian figures in their lives.The discontentment was clear in their eyes,Nike Air Jordans,dyed hair and baseball caps. The message potrayed was clear; "WE TEENAGERS ARE PISSED OFF!! AND HIPHOP'S OUR CHANNEL". whoa.no shit. An Indian man,who was trying to conceal the fact that he's balding by shaving his head, was apparently the host of the "Street"fest. His shaved head served a dual purpose of hiding the fact that he's balding and at the same time blending into the crowd of angsty,MTV-injected youth by having the same hair cut as Tupac Shakur thus showing that he "understands their pain".

I was slowly turning dizzy from the kaleidoscope of colours and hip hop beats. In the psychedelic wave of euphoria(maybe from the fact that i was drugged), i noticed that the teenagers have managed to achieve the ultimate paradox of dressing alike BUT still achieving the objective of looking unique..whoa. no shit.

Its about to get better. The Indian man introduced a group that was performing that night. From their unique clothes (caps,baggy jeans and oversized t-shirts),their deliberate bastardization of "the" to "da" in their group name and their menacing demeanor,this group was gonna "reprezent" their loyal demographic who was cheering for them. Then the group got down to what really mattered, their performnace. The beat kicks in. to my surprise,the group manage to balance out their 'not your average thug image' by sampling an old Malay song called 'Rasa Sayang' and turning it into a cutesy-wootsie beat.Confused,i tried to listen out for the lyrics...
This is what it sounded like "menyik menyik menyik my flow/menyik menyik fo sho..."
Okay.
Then the group dropped the punchline of the year and my nomination for most constructive use of hiphop ever.. Check this one out biatch..
"Put your rubbish in the litter bin/
Help keep Singapore clean and green..."

Whoa! I responded by clapping loudly,taking my pants off,dancing the hokey pokey and shouting "BIATCH! Da (censored group name) is gonna win MUFUCKAS!!!"To end the terrifc audio experience,they gave us a display of their gangsta dancing skills by making synchronized dance moves resembling Code Red(legendary hiphop cute gangsta boyband biatch!!) in their heydays.

I am so proud of our teenagers,specifically the Malays,for their appropriate use of their limited freedom of expression and their pure representation of the Hip-hop culuture which is synonymous with the Singapore Clean and green Campaign. The Man will reward you for your creativity.

2004-06-14T00:51:00.000-07:00

I've been working on editing pictures using Adobe Photoshop which was introduced to me by fellow Ninja Muscle, Sensei Ridzal. The piece above is called Lithium,inspired by a Nirvana song of the same title.And by the way,sheesha rocks my socks..okay buah pley..

2004-06-11T08:44:00.000-07:00

My Yoko Ono (Z.Abidin)

You didn't give two shits about my piece of mind
and you didnt care about how i was right about everything
You definitely didnt give a fuck about whether i could rhyme
and you would beat me up whenever i start to sing
Oh how i have a horrible voice
but when you chose me,you made sure it was a logical choice
one that somehow didnt make sense on the outside
a paradox,a mystery,that's what love's about right
well,you seem so far away at least in terms of distance
make it home in time i wanna ask you for the last dance
before the clock strucks midnight and i'm no longer Cinderella or a king
my glass sneakers turn back into into slippers by Tat Sing
Come back home and beat me up
Come back home and eat me up
Come back home and beat me up
Come back home and eat me up
She doesnt know the difference between stereo and mono
She's my Yoko Ono
She kicks my ass and burns down my dojo
she's my Yoko Ono
She could pluck out my eyeballs and destroy my mojo
She's my Yoko Ono

2004-06-06T08:16:00.000-07:00

Ninja Muscle Sensei Zainal Abidin would like to express gratitude to the people who went to support him at the quarter-finals of Platform4 most notably Al-Azhar,Faezah,Shahirah,Yenny,her boyfriend Akmal,Kartika,Mumtaz and her boyfriend and Ibrahim. Sensei Zainal Abidin would also like to thank The F Word Productions for the excellent beat. Keep churning out those gems,FreakyZ. And everybody who applauded Sensei Zainal Abidin during his performance.
He had great fun. That's what it's all about. Isn't it?

The Ninja Muscle will be performing again at the semi-finals of Platform4 which will be held at Tampines-Changkat CC on the 19th of June. Nearest MRT station is Simei (or so i was told). Tickets at 5 dollars a pice. Cheaper than Linkin Park tickets.
In the words of JJ," Be there or be square!!"(Cute Japanese victory handsign)

My Yoko Ono couldnt be there...but i looovveee u stil..
"Cepat pulang..cepat kembali..Jangan Pergi lagi..Firasatku ingin kau cepat pulang..."

2004-06-06T07:24:00.000-07:00

John Lennon. Singer. Songwriter. Revolutionary. Rebel. Genius.

A mentally unstable fan(lets just call him Stupid Muthafucka) shot John Lennon outside of his New York apartment on December 8th 1980. In an attempt to get his name immortalised alongside Lennon's, Stupid Muthafucka deprived millions of music fans the chance to ever hear new material from John Lennon. Little did Stupid Muthafucka know that nobody would remember his name let alone his pile of crap for a face.

Across the Universe (J.Lennon)

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.
Jai guru deva om.

Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
Thay call me on and on across the universe.
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box,
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.
Jai guru deva om.

Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Sounds of laughter shades of love are ringing through my open ears,
Inciting and inviting me.
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns,
It calls me on and on across the universe.
Jai guru deva om.

Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Jai guru deva om,
Jai guru deva om,
Jai guru deva om...

2004-05-30T07:12:00.000-07:00

picture courtesy of bigO.com

Wouldn't life just be beautiful if we do exactly what THE MAN tells us to?
We wouldn't have to think.
We will do everything that society and THE MAN expects us to do.
We will be reaching the apex of civilization where everybody's is obedient,law-abiding, complete with the scent of plastic roses and symmetrical centre-parting hair.
We would be writing newspaper columns for the Straits Times.
We would be writing songs about not being average thugs.

But I had to rock and roll.

2004-05-28T05:52:00.000-07:00

Who Stopped The Tape???

Somebody stopped the tape
but who?
Somebody stopped the tape
could it be you?
Did somebody stop the tape?
It can't be true
but somebody did
and I'll find out who....

The essence of convention is broken into pieces
like shards of glasses,hate can be vicious
blind the eyes of one who claims to see
but never in a millenia,can you triumph over me
cause i'm bohemian folk hero,urban Robin Hood
though i blur the line between evil and good
and you still insist on a battle that you always lose
and the war will never end,if that's what you'll choose
my thoughts invade your archaic structure
your morals are like like a corpse and i'm the black vulture
feeding on your carcass and what still remains
pushing the potential boundaries of the human brain
a thousand fingers point at you in disgust
the people have spoken...any thing left to discuss?

Somebody stopped the tape
but who?
Somebody stopped the tape
could it be you?
Did somebody stop the tape?
It can't be true
but somebody did
and I'll find out who....

Some

People Are
MOTHERFUCKERS!!

p.s Pictures of Sports Day might be posted..
Catch Zainal Abidin and his posse of Ninja Muscle dressed in drag/cross dressing.
Shout Out to fellow Ninja Muscle Sensei Ridzal who is being used as guinea pig in
the scientific quest to find the essence of the Ninja Muscle and what makes them so
bloody cool and sets them apart from the rest of the banal population..Visit him at
Tan Tock Seng Hospital Ward 10A Bed 27.

2004-05-18T03:24:00.000-07:00

Ego is a penis

caught in a cobweb of contradictions
you are a fly
and you prey on my grandiose ambitions
building castles in the sky.

where i live
you do not have a home neither a house
banished from my heart
and your goodwill i denounce.

beyond the stoic dry sky
i eyeball the jealous eyes of venus
and if your posssesion of it you deny
then ego could be a penis.

how could you say
it was said before by someone who said it once
my intellect's charred to death by the burning lies of a thousand suns
Oh! How you burn me...

And i look into the mirror,and i've seen enough
to admit that i'm spiritually ugly and physically heinous
and amidst your prancing and dancing and unjustified self-love
you grew an ego..yes..you grew a penis.

"hah! guys always like that! ego!! don't want to lose! EGO!!!! menyik menyik menyik.....(fades into incomprehensible gibberish)"

I start or engage in an argument to win and to assert my opinions and viewpoints onto others. Therefore it is only realistic that i should potray a desire to admit to wanting to win the argument.However,females of the species tend to use the word "ego" just after they lose an argument as pointed out in the staement above.And they use it fucking excessively. one might also notice that the way they use the word "ego",it might sem that being egotistical is a trait possesed by men only. hence the analogy "ego is a penis".

2004-05-12T06:55:00.000-07:00

My fault

Thank God I Found You like Joe sang to Mariah
setting my soul on fire with a burning desire
but cupid came and pissed on the flame
evry problem from then on,i took the blame
i think of it properly and thought of it thoroughly
you and your girlfrens always made fun of me
of how i look and the way i dress
and the what i talk,how it dont make sense
tolerated your bullshit far too long
got bored one day and wrote this song
treat it like a middle finger in your face
revenge served cold is the sweetest taste
cos i cried for days and this is my salvation
waiting for friday the 13th to morph into jason
chase you with a knife,better yet machete
is the wettest of wet dreams to make my day
i think of the days when u were mine
i could have murdered u then but it'd be a crime
reflecting on it,it wasnt a waste of time
cos i need the darkness to apppreciate sunshine

my fault,u say its my fault
always my fault,my fault,my fault
sick off all the blame

my fault,u say its my fault
always my fault,my fault,my fault
u will never change

men are from mars,women are from venus
because of you,i wana get rid of my penis
my lust for love and life stuck in the gutter
and u claim to be my significant other
making my decisions,dabbling in my choices
drowning out my thoughts in your multiple voices
u claim to be a feminist and said that i'm sexist
and u think the whole world rotates on your axis
cos i'm the anti-hero to flatten your ego
using my mental torture powers just like cerebro
and i'd like to proclaim that chivalry's dead
Oprah Winfrey caressed and then chopped of its head
it aint a battle of the sexes,its now a war
when u packed my bags and shoved it out the door
and u left my ego bruised and sore
i'll tell u this,i wont take it no more

my fault,u say its my fault
always my fault,my fault,my fault
sick off all the blame

my fault,u say its my fault
always my fault,my fault,my fault
u will never change

then i found true love from the heavens above
with the voice of an angel and fairness of a dove
she taught me the true path and lead me there
in the words of JJ "be there or be square"
i looked in her eyes and i noe she cares
she lifted me out of my own despair
and i promised to her i'll always be here
a shoulder to cry on,i'll wipe every tear
one day we went out to have lunch
i wanted kfc,she wanted delifrance
and she said she'd have her way or else
then she digressed to how i'll burn in hell
for not following her path of goodness and light
and this is the prelude to another fight
another quarrel and it's all the same
bah! humbug..they'll never change

(whatever i say,take with a pinch of salt
cos if it aint yours,then it's my fault)

the above is a song entry which i wrote and i am going to perfrom at a local hip hop gig called platform 4. in a nutshell,it is the anti-thesis of the spice girls "girl power" gimmick and all that whateverposhspiceisbeingcheatedonsportyisnowfat. it basically narrates and looks at the perspective of men who feel trapped relationship in a relationship with a bossy partner.this song is just the articulation of my thoughts on love and companionship.it does not in any way represent my gender (though i have an inkling most of them will bloody agree with my viewpoint).

signing off,
the Pemusnah Harapan Bangsa

Our Version of "Talk to my hand"

courtesy of somethingawful.com

2004-04-29T05:04:00.000-07:00

CD Title: Throbs From The Chest By Sleepwalker
Featuring: Imran, Artwise, Mark Essential, Ishaaq, Kindred Collective( FreakyZ,Deadleft,Shahrir)
Price: $5
Available at Xzibit,Far East Plaza

Track Listing
1. How To Spell Freedom- Imran Feat. MC Sleepwalker
2. School U (I'd like 2)- Mark Essential
3. Flower- Ishaaq Feat. Ayin
4. Passion- Kindred Collective
5. You And I- MC Artwise
6. Let It Be- Imran

Throbs From The Chest is a local mini-compilation/mixtape by MC Sleepwalker. The 1st impression that i got of the album when i popped the disc into the discman could be summed up in one word: PRETENTIOUS BULLSHIT.

Saturday 10 April 2004 1400 hrs:The warbling of Imran on the first few seconds didn't really impress me,instead it induced me into a momentary state of coma.I skimmed through all the tracks to find similar concepts and beats (bar Passion). I then refused to listen to the rest of the album.

Saturday 10 April 2004 2300 hrs: Armed with a cup of hot tea.I hesitantly decided to venture into the same audio journey that i underwent earlier in the afternoon. As I inserted the disc into my stereo, i knew that there was no turning back. And then Imran's voice came in. Surprisingly, his voice sounded soothing this time. Then the beat kicks in and MC Sleepwalker flows on the track smoothly with a tinge of dancehall style. Sleepwalker doesn't steal the show from Imran whose neo-soul/jazz vocals were making me loosen my tight muscles. I didnt really catch the subject matter of the track though. The second track seeps in subtly and Imran's falsetto manage to complement this perfect aphrosidiac. Recommended for couples intending to "get it on". "Flower" is a track with addictive percussions as Ishaaq breaks down the lyrical aesthetics of a woman using flora as an analogy. The chorus,sung in Malay, adds a certain authentic originality to the track. "Passion" by The Kindred Collective does what it's supposed to; convey the passion of these young rappers brought up in the urban bohemian streets of Singapore. Excellent beat and quotable verses from Shahrir and Anaiz. "You And I" was at best an average track with average verse,an average flow and a dreamy mellow beat. Didnt make that much of an impact. "Let It Be" draws me in once the guitar gently weeps. Imran starts singing. The lyrics touch me. The chorus tugs at my heartstrings.I put the track on repeat. "To give back to society,what you've taken from me.......If I can't change you, let it be". Definitely the standout track and the best local track that ii've heard in a few months. This track alone merits the $5 for the whole album.

Rating: (8.3)

Therefore,we can conclude that the weather really sucks in the afternoon and can cloud an individual's judgement.

2004-04-24T23:23:00.000-07:00

The Grey Album-DJ Danger Mouse

A new trend has emerged in the world of hip-hop. And its changing the face of the whole industry as we know it. It started with 9th Wonder (of Justus League fame) producing a stellar album called God's Stepson which used acapellas from Nas's God's Son album and layered them over his original beats. His album was arguably better than Nas's original. The underground success of God's Stepson caught the eye of Jay-Z who recruited 9th Wonderto produce a track on The Black Album. Using the same concept and tweaking it a little bit,DJ Danger Mouse used samples from The White Album,one of The Beatles most experimental and eclectic albums, and amalgamated them with acapellas from Jay-Z's Black Album thus creating The Grey Album.

Legal chaos ensued with EMI(allegedly claiming to hold rights to The Beatles masters) threatening a lawsuit and DJ Danger Mouse had to stop production and reject all orders of The Grey Album. I managed to download the whole album from www.illegal-art.org. The absolute mastery of the art of sampling is hard to grasp but in this album ,the beats blended perfectly ith Jay-Z's lyrics and flow. The guitar samples from George Harrison's "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" perfectly complements the subject matter and reflective lyrics of Jigga's "What More Can I Say". Of all the beats on the album,this track stands out the most as one can feel the passion being poured into the beat. It seems Danger Mouse's passion equalled Jay-Z's when he created the beats. This album is better than Jay-Z's Black Album and you can get it for free at www.illegal-art.org. The greatest rapper alive and the most influential band ever.What more can i say? An almost perfect album which shows that rock and rap are indeed essentially of the same roots as it breaks all conventions of contemporary music. (9.8)

2004-04-24T00:39:00.000-07:00

When Ahmad Farid albeit The Almighty Malay Dancer calls,mortals used to cower in fear. However,in recent times,humans have become complacent and thankless to the Almighty Farid and the decadence of this age shows in the all-time high crime rates,infant mortality rates and the unacceptable rising volume of sales of 5566's latest album. To escape from the pits of Perdition The Ninja Muscle Clan have offerd mortals a chance at redemption and to cleanse their filthy capitalist materialistic souls in the form of an audio CD entitled Gregorian Chants:Jeng Boo Wah Pley. The CD contains 17 tracks of Gregorian Chants that will enlighten your spirit and bring you closer to Farid than you have ever been in your life. This sense of enlightenment sets in on you once you manage to appreciate the lyrical aesthetics of the songs included inside the pseudo-holy poetry of The Farid. The Farid has a voice and the human race should listen: Its Jeng Boo Wah Pley.

To showcase the lyrical depth and dexterity of these Farid Apostles,i have inserted the words and poetry of a Jeng Boo Wah Pley song. In order to connect with the pop-culture savvy youth of today,the Ninja Muscle have recorded the poetry of Farid sung to familiar tunes and jingles like The Rocky theme,Robocop theme,The Star Wars Imperial March theme and many others.

As promised,i have for you the lyrics to Jeng Boo Wah Pley(Robocop's Nirvana)
(sung to Robocop's theme)

jeng jeng jeng Buah Pley
jeng jeng buah pley
jeng jeng jeng jeng buah pley

jeng jeng jeneg buah pley
jeng jeng buah pley
jeng jeng buah pley buah pley

BUAH PLEY!!!!!!!!!!!

Go to your nearest CD shop and purchase the ultimate repentance album..I guarantee you that no longer will you be labelled "Takde Adat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" by Ahmad Farid Evangelists. Go buy it now and experience the sweet angelic sensation of Gregorian Chants: Jeng Boo Wah Pley and if you ever watch West Side Story or Meteor garden again,you will burn in hellllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Repent shithead REPENT!!!!!!!!!

2004-04-19T06:41:00.000-07:00

A Pink Cadillac Called Love

I am good with words
I’ve always been….
I am not perfect
And I’ll never be…..

You Saw through my imperfections
And found something that attracts you
What is it, may I ask, that still directs you
To keep on going, to keep on striving
In a Pink Cadillac called Love that we’ve been driving
Though the engine isn’t perfect, we managed to repair it
We polished it everyday cos its our private carriage
We bump HipHop,Soul,Rhythm and Blues
Jazz,Bossa Nova and all that smooth grooves
Love broke down once on New Year’s Day
And I felt trapped in it like I was in a cage
And I wanted to leave to roam the streets on my feet
U managed to convince me to strap my ass to the seat
And its been a long time and Love’s still functioning
What the future will bring,and all the songs we’ll sing
Will be determined by the time we take to work on our Love
And maybe Love will grow wings and soar high above
A Sedan Coup de Ville will forever be a classic
And hopefully we’ll make this Pink Cadillac called Love our private casket

2004-04-19T06:22:00.000-07:00

It might seem silly
for me to think childish thoughts like these
but i'm so tired of acting tough
and i'm gonna to what i please
-----------Hotel Yorba--------------
--------The White Stripes------------------

So simple..So obvious..Yet so hard to understand..I can empathise with guys who act all tough and grouchy as they have somehow this perception that females find that particular behaviour attractive..well..Acting all tough ain't gonna get you any more sex than you are getting right now.. What you need is a prayer,a very generous god and a Toto ticket..That's what gonna attract most women anyway..Not your emo-ing,not your muscles and definitely not your intelligence..A study in sociology and the relationships between genders will somehow show that any actions or decisions undertaken by a male human being is not of his own accord..He is just doing it as females will find it desirable...A man will not buy a car because he wants one..He buys a car because WOMEN like guys with cars...A man will not go to the gym because he wants to..Sub-consciously,he's doing it because women like beefy guys as potrayed in the movies and by the media..In the eternal words of Dave Chapelle, "A woman's test is material..a man's test is a woman..If he could fuck her in a cardboard box,he wouldn't buy a house.."

The relevance the lyrics fom Hotel Yorba has in accordance to the subject matter of this post is that,it doesnt matter if the you are probably gonna die a virgin as long as you are happy doing what you do even if society finds it unacceptable under the pretext of "childishness"...What's the point of acting tough if I'm still the same old insignificant,ugly.boring,mundane me? I might as well please myself..Some might say i'm just being lesser of a man..Well,at least i'm happy and i'm gonna do what i please..

2004-04-14T06:17:00.000-07:00

"I Have A Rash On My Buttcheeks..thus justifying me losing faith in God..LIFE SUX FOR ME AND ME ALONE..Why God WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???!!!!!!!" (The Laments of a typical emo-goth-punk-rebel-Bolshevik Teenager)

The statement above is to reflect the absurdity of the stupid irrelevant posts on some of the intellectually-insulting blogs that i've ever come across. It just infuriates me when people try to act all depressed and deprived while they're typing some shit on a weblog that is made possible by broadband Internet connection that costs a (minimum) $60 every month THAT their [parents are slogging their ass off for. "ooh..i'm depressed..i need an Oreo and some 5566 porn.."

What's with everybody trying to step "emo"? guys,girls,dogs,guys with breasts,chicks with dicks..everybody's doing it..is everybody "emo-ing" cos it will somehow help people to perceive you as being deep,sensitive and ultimately UNIQUE? I've got some news,buster. Every bloody Tom,Dick and Harry (or Tom's Harry Dick) are so called "emo-ing" so that doesnt make you unique and instead expose you for the conformist muddle brained shithead that you actually are. (NEWSFLASH: You are not Kurt Cobain..Trying to act all depressed will not make you popular nor desirable..There's a reason why God handed Kurt a handgun to shoot himself with..Avoid the same fate..)

There seems to be this misconception that if you (yes,the insignificant you) act all "emo" by deliberately walking like you got a boulder on your shoulders, people might actually think you are
A) aesthetically inclined
B) a future rock star
C) a Chinese contemporary dancer and
D) a smart person

when in ACTUALITY they think you are

A) a shithead
B) a 5566 fan who didn't get your goodie bag during their autogarph signing session at West Mall
C) a chihuahua deprived of an evening walk in the park by your master

so stop your "emo-ing" and get back down to reality where you are just a mediocre homo-sapien whose conception into this world was probably a mistake and start slogging your ass off studying for your A levels which probably will not get you anywhere in life nor make you happy..hey,its less work than trying to keep up with that "emo" facade.

2004-04-11T00:29:00.000-07:00

Always You- The Mat Defects (Lyrics:Z.Abidin)

Cupid died with a broken heart
And an arrow through his chest
He called out his ex-girlfriend's name
As he lay and bled to death

The girl that left him
Said that she still has no regrets
But deep inside her consciousness
She still wants him back

Why is it always you
Can you help me through
And its always you
Say you wanna hold me too (Chorus x2)

We've been through good times and bad
Why'd you have to make me sad
Now i call out your name
as i lay and bled to death

Chorusx3

The landmark of every great songwriter is a catchy song. And i'm banking on this shit. The reason as to why i've fallen out of love with hiphop is there's absolutely nothing fresh,fun and catchy about it anymore.Everybody sounds the same,everybody's doing something "gangsta" on the block(e.g slanging dope,smoking weed) and the airwaves and the Internet is saturated with bullshit hiphop. Jay-Z's retired,Andre 3000 might be crossing over to jazz and start his own saxophone quartet and 50 Cent loves a girl "like a fat kid loves cake". What kind of idiot uses that as a simile?!!!! So that's it. I might be doing some rhyming just to show cats i can still kick their asses once in a while but i'm now unofficially a ROCK N ROLL STAR (at least in the sense that i'm an unkempt asshole). And i'm looking forward to The Mat Defects 1st jamming session.

The Mat Defects (not yet confirmed)lineup:

Zainal Lennon (Vocalist)
Zarifi Alexis Sistach Quintebani (Guitarist)
Amirul Afifi/Mat Simply Red (Bassist)
Zulaikha Babysitter (Drums)

2004-04-09T05:27:00.000-07:00

The Ultimate Mat Defect

Definition of A Mat Defect: A social reject who is perceived to be unattractive,insignificant and is basically a thorn in society's flesh who refuse to conform to its conventions. Previous incarnations that have since sold out are the Skater Boy, Mat Gangster Lepak Bawah Block. An example of a Mat Defect that did'nt sold out is the Mat Rock,an ancient ancestor of the Mat Defect in the 70's which are dwindling but its presence and influence still felt.