Long Forgotten

At times when you need an earthly guide, to knock some sense into you and wake you up from a slumber of illusions, there's no better to place to go to, other than the road you've walked before.

A checkpoint where you can fall back on, and head out to a different road.

I must admit, I'm a different person now. And I don't see the positive portrait of it.

Recently, small sparks of doubts, were silently questioning my own mind, my own body, and my own soul. But the worse part of it was, I couldn't find the answer, as my ego provided no solution.

Till some small ripples moved my wandering self to visit this blog again.

The ever-familiar background song, recording and replaying glimpses of emotions. The subtle meaning of the chosen colours. The numerous reflections and posts written.

The invisible portrait, painstakingly corrected since the beginning.

I'm glad I've found my way back to a comfortable checkpoint.

Sorry if I'm not making sense, haha it's not my first.

I don't think anyone will visit this blog ever again, and it won't bother me. But I know one person who will drop by, and make himself, hopefully, a better man.

It has been long forgotten, unfortunately, but I remember it now.

Please?

Time and inspiration -

Come to me.
Allow me to blog once again.

Stare what stare la sia

I need to know.

Am I the only one who just stares blankly at the screen,

for a long period of time,

thinking.. of what to do next?

Heh, going down ard 1am tonight :}

Virtual Illusions

I feel intimidated by people around me.

This perception, that everyone's a better individual.

So if you've noticed a quieter me,

I think that's the reason.

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Class tee.

Banner.
Flyers.

Feels like the old secondary school days.

Anything but homework.

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It's hard to boast about yourself to your dad and

uncle if you know they were way better than you.

Privileges

I love the freezing wind during dawn.

The texture of the clouds.

The chirping birds.

The fresh dewy air.

The rustling trees.

I can spend my time by staring at these works of art.

But I can't bring myself to appreciate the serious business and actual privileges.

Just clueless.

I'm sure Santa gave me this

Lost

Today, I received a letter from someone I grew up with. It's kinda sad to be reminded that there's someone who is suffering and yet, staying strong.

And I must say, I was really touched by the writer's sincerity.

In my first letter, I've pledged to write a thousand more letters, but, it seems that I've not been sticking with my word.

Too busy? Too tired? Or just too ignorant? Too self-centred, perhaps.

From now on, I'll hand-write my next letter. It's much more meaningful to pen down than conveniently punching keys, don't y'think so?

Pardon me for this random post.

I'm feeling kinda eff-ed up.

Holidays comin'

Hmm.. The weather's been great lately.

Forces me to wear a jacket in my own house. Heh.

Talking abt the holidays, I hope everyone has their own goals / plans for the end-of-year hols! Yup, it's good to set some goals for yourself during the hols. (:

Well, as for me..

I just want to improve on my guitar skills.

Oh, and I can't wait to work part-time!

My dad's friend, the Changi Gliders bass guitarist, told me to join him for live performances. And yes, I'll get paid. A bit. Haha.

*Kachinnggggggg*

$_$

Nope, I won't be joining the Changi Gliders. He's just making a new band. *awww*

And guess what, he told me to play lead guitarist. o.o

What on earth has my dad been saying to him man..

I'm gona reject that offer and just play simple chords =D

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Rylynn or Ebon Coast?

I've started on Rylynn a bit tho..

New addition to the family

=D

Congress electro-acoustic guitar.

Dug the money out from raya collection. Heee.

And if you take a look at the pedal I'm using, it's the pedal I got as a b'day gift this year. First time checkin' the pedal out. [yes after like 5months]

Thanks again, 'people' for the blues effects pedal.

And now I'm off to play the g........

Oh shit it's PW.

KFCU.

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Psst. Long time neh jam together.. :"(

Dollah Kassim

The Start of Singapore's football history.

One of the few men, made in Singapore, who had the ability

to have crowds literally on their feet, and have their butts off the stadium's seats.

Legends, are legends.

There won't be another one.

Post-Promos

Yup, it's over.

Had a class bbq yesterday night.

Brought a guitar and a small ball.

Played bluff and bridge.

Made friends with 3 cats at the beach.

Now I'm finallyyyyy freeeeeeeee

.... to think about PW.

Nice one.

Heck.

Funny I made goals and schedules for myself, AFTER exams.

GG! Games Galore! / Go Guitar!

Nostalgic song, thanks.

The lyrics in this song touched my heart. ;/

I Just Realized I Have a Diary - My Blog

Browsed through my blog's archive.
One thing that caught my attention was the length of my past years' posts.

They're uber long. Uber with a capital R.

Hmm, makes me kinda glad to have a blog.

I should back-up my archives into my hard disk. :)

And here's something for you.

Was browsing through and got this funny shit (IMO)

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12.06am "yesterday".
My phone rang a lot of times. Lyk 15 times. But I don care. Who the hell will call me in the middle of the night? I was damn tired yesterday. So i ignored the phone calls. Then, it rang again. "Wtf? Maybe there's some urgent matter." So i picked it up. The conversation that took place was this:

Me: Hello.
Damien: Hello Azmi.
Me: What you want arh?
Damien: Eh, 2mrw want to go take photos again or not?
Me: Hah? When?
Damien: 2mrw morning larh. Wana go or not? Quinn coming oso.
Me: Oh.
Me: Eh, can let me sleep first? I damn tired arh.
Damien: Errr... Ok.

Early this morning, around 9am, Quinn called me. I was still sleeping.
Quinn: Azmi, u outside d?
Me: For what?
Quinn: Oh. U don't know meh? Damien didn't call you yesterday arh. He say you going to take pictures with us.
Me: Err.. I think he did call me. But I 4got what I say to him.
Quinn: Err..? O.o
Me: I was so sleepy. Then I lyk "sleeptalk" with him. Lol. Haha. Sorry arh.
Quinn: Oh. Ok. U still wanna go out or not? Take pictures. I'm outside d. Wait for me at City Hall.
Me: Oh Ok. No Problem.

Their Last

I think unnecessary academic stress and pressure breeds invisible negativity.

For every bit of 'success', it requires a certain degree of 'desolation'.

For every bit of hunger for glory, we zoom into our desired destination,

evoking oblivion or, perhaps ignorance.

For every step we take to inch towards it, we leave a fiery trail for everyone to see,

or, dig up trapping pits under a new moon.

Well, you might disagree with the way I magnify things up.

But don't deny the negativity's existence.

It's inside everyone.

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For the past few days, or maybe weeks, I've been relatively busy with school stuffs (oh wow). Promos are becoming some irritating, horror movie trailer that requires you to get a job, earn some bucks, and pay like $1000 for a ticket with no popcorn discounts, and if you don't get its plot, you're supposed to pay like $234567.890 (oup 2 d.p.) more and re-watch it.

Not forgetting PW - like thousands of cave bats flapping around, pooping, biting, sucking, when you're watching the horror movie.

Due to how busy I was, I didn't help out, MUCH for Hari Raya preparations.

Maybe just doing some house-painting, furniture shifting, vacuuming, shelving, discarding..

But my parents did 600% more.

And they're not really perfectly fit/healthy.

I'm their only child, and I was literally showing a (>:[ )

since I couldn't really focus solely on my work.

It's the first time that my house had a full-scale makeover.

One day, I was kinda stressed out by work, and they happened to ask for my help doing some house work. So I asked them, "Why are we having so many new stuffs? It's just unnecessary, just a waste. You can actually buy for me other useful stuffs."

And then they told me this:

"It's going to be our last time touching, and putting effort to make a place called home. Perhaps, your next time is when we're already not around, and it will be done by you and your future family."

Just then, I realized how screwed up I am.

Sure real. Surreal?

An uber clean room.

Notes all filed.

Organic chem mind maps on my table.

Super awesome dramatic sunset.

4 Cats in my house.

Ps3 and Xbox360 in the living room.

HD TV.

Playing modern warfare 2 and Halo Reach....

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"Ami! Wake up! 4.30am alr!"

Dreams sucks man.

Hercules

Classics are classics.

I think that there're no classics-to-be, now.