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Nov 1, 2011
Fever's End part 2
Tablo's part two of Fever's End just released on November 1st. so easily my favourite track is track no 8.
Dear TV / 해열
Dear TV,
Desensitize me.
Gimme more genocide please.
The world is your aphrodisiac,
so you stay turned on every minute,
every second I breathe.
You weaponize greed,
kill me with incessant I-needs.
Got me checkin’ out those,
and checkin’ out these.
Mainstream me, disinfectin’ my breed.
I’m lookin’ for nirvana but you Geffenize me.
Point me to the skies till heaven’s eye bleeds.
Anoint me with your lies then divinize me.
If heaven is a show, well, televise me.
But I won’t lie my way in, no fakin’ IDs.
I’ll die standin’. Try breakin my knees.
I’ll do a handstand like I’m breakin’.
Now freeze. Don’t act like you know me ’cause you recognize me.
You sell my record, not me.
only Tablo can make 35 seconds of rap seemingly poignant and genius.
another favourite track should be Thankful Breath. it's a moving song, full of hopes and love. i love how Tablo mention Epik High and also his wife and daughter in this song.
then Expiration Date- it's a quiet song with melancholic feel, accompanied by Tablo's breathy singing voice.
Tomorrow and Source tied at fourth place- Tomorrow is a bit mainstream with Taeyang's voice adds on to easy listening and Source reminds me of old school Epik High, with the featuring of scratch by the one and only DJ Tukutz!
Overall, as expected Tablo never fail to amaze me with his genius and deep lyrics. now all I could ask is for Epik High to be together again once Mithra Jin comes back from the army.
Thank you, Tablo
for staying strong and continue making beautiful music for us.
Oct 22, 2011
welcome back, Tablo
he's one of my most beloved singer-rapper-songwriter-composer.
They say I’ve changed.
They tell me somewhere I turned cold, that I used to be so affectionate.
They say something has changed.
They say I’ve changed.
They tell me somewhere I turned cold, that I used to be so affectionate.
They claim they don’t understand.
They tell me I used to be cheerful but now my eyes and tone of my voice lost its light and admits fear.
Unsure whether it’s because of the painful memory but I go on by emptying my heart.
Lucid hearts are defective products of this world. That’s why I badly want to taint mine.
They tell me that if you love, you start to take after each other; maybe I want to take after you a bit.
Atrocious. Love is atrocious.
You were the very reason I breathe for, but now you’re suffocating me.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only gets worse as you dig deeper.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only pains as you learn about it.
More you know, worse you become.
The words I wouldn’t normally get riled up about: “You don’t seem yourself”.
I question, “What is me?” but of course I know only too well.
I can’t bear to look at myself.
Whether I’ve been embraced or have closed my eyes, I just can’t sleep at ease.
I yearn for alcohol, something I usually have hard drinking.
Drunk on anxiety, as the dawn drizzle pours down I stagger through the street
I start to quarrel and my mouth that once used to whisper so many kind words has been tainted by a profanity.
Can’t rest till this small thing becomes a catastrophe.
I end up telling lies like a second nature and you keep harassing me in the name of ‘Love’
Atrocious. Human are atrocious.
You were the very reason I opened my eyes for, but now you’re concealing them.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only gets worse as you dig deeper.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only pains as you learn about it.
Only thing that’s worse than you is,
I, who couldn’t forget you and ended up being tainted.
I, who continues to act cold towards the other people.
Only thing that’s worse than you is,
I, who couldn’t forget you and ended up being tainted.
I, who is cold towards the other people.
Atrocious, it’s atrocious.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
What we call love.
Love is a sickness.
Can I get a witness?
Atrocious, it’s atrocious.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
What we call love.
Love is a sickness.
Can I get a witness?
Love is a sickness.
Love.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only gets worse as you dig deeper.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only pains as you learn about it.
Oct 9, 2011
remember september
Sep 10, 2011
i am back.
May 1, 2011
Apr 19, 2011
paper metodologi penyelidikan.
Apr 14, 2011
lists to do before I die
Apr 13, 2011
write in the sand
Apr 11, 2011
Sonnet seventeen
Apr 10, 2011
april's book- have a little faith
a little girl came home from school with a drawing she'd made in class. she danced into the kitchen, where her mother was preparing dinner. mom, guess what?she squealed,waving the drawing. her mother never looked up. what? the mother said tending to the plates. guess what? the child repeated, waving the drawing. what? she tends to the pots. mom, you're not listening. sweetie, yes I am. mom, the child said, you're not listening with your eyes
-page 59, have a little faith, Mitch Albom-
Apr 8, 2011
K.A.W.A.N
Apr 6, 2011
merapu merapa
Mar 22, 2011
current wallpaper 1
Mar 21, 2011
interview with ma 1
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 6, 2011
fecal!!! on supermarket's trolley !!
current feelings... (1)
Mar 1, 2011
mac satu
Feb 27, 2011
tido nikmat terunggul.
Feb 15, 2011
i wish you enough
very beautiful and inspiring.
Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.
Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the father said, ‘I love you, and I wish you enough.’
They kissed and the daughter left. The father walked over to the window where I was seated. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but I could not refrain from asking:
‘When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough.’ May I ask what that means?’
He began to smile. ‘That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.’
He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more.
‘When we said, ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.’
Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more..
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting…
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good- bye.
ANNYONG!!
Jan 31, 2011
malas nak bagi title..
Jan 26, 2011
stranger?
kecewa
-Mikhail Baryshnikov-
Jan 23, 2011
I tried
To understand the situation by putting the shoes that was once hers,
To see the world according to her by putting the glasses that was once hers,
To donned myself with the dress that was once hers,
To write with pen that was once hers,
To cook the egg with the pan that was once hers,
To sing the lullaby just like her singing voice,
To laugh as quirky as hers,
To talk passionately like her,
To cry silently like her,
I tried everything,
But I could never take away the pain of losing him from her.
I missed you. so much.
sakit
Jan 19, 2011
first CMA
Jan 16, 2011
err...
Jan 2, 2011
2nd day of '11
1. the first lesson that I learned this semester besides the clinical demo.