the good rainy month that i await every year has gone past.

it’s really wet this time around.though i’ve always been caught in the rain, i like it no other way.

comparing to last year.things have matured much. about myself, physical changes are imminent i suppose.other than my forever thin body, things around have changed.how the hair is managed and perceived, how things around you are managed.the sports-more to running and football.the guitar has evolved into my hands much since then too. people mature with age.

having watched The Machinist, it’s cool to know how similar i am to Trevor. the way of life, the conflicts, the escapism, the skeleton frame. Whenever i am eating a big meal alone, i mostly picture myself as him. Friends, I would eat more.

November too is time for the annual Penang Bridge International Marathon. the bridge never fails to captivate. the design and terrain. how the long stretch of asphalt is meant to grab you by the collar when you set steps on it. nothing else matters other than to complete your race. one day, of course i wish to complete a 42.195 k.

The guitar playing has come a long way for me i suppose – 2 years. reviewing my progress thus far. i’m really glad that i’ve explored more modes and scales and being able to incorporate them into random jams. i have always liked the Dorian mode, the Minor scale and it’s derivative the harmonic minor. i have always like dorians in blues jam.the minors serve as mood selectors. to turn the mood when used.

my speed of playing is still underaverage as i would like to say. the problem faced by many guitarist.i am at a slow rate of pushing my playing into hyperspeed. so i try to get as much speed exercises everytime i pickup the guitar.apart from that, fretboard knowledge has improved by far compared to last year. two octaves and 3 octaves runs are just so good when u can play them well. not forgetting alt picking each time. so thats guitar.

Dimi and Vida

November is more New Year to me than New Years Day.haha.

many times have i drew inspiration from my runs, my guitar playing and loved ones. it wont be very different this time.

some man said -if you’re going through hell you keep going-

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but you keep going too when you found vegas in the wasteland because you’ll never want to run out of things to fight for.the thing that drives.

i thought we’ll rather have glimpse of them and enjoy that small glimpy glimpse till we pass out.rather than a fountain.

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so load up yer needles, we’re packed for another adrenaline trip that will put you to old times once again.

 

sometimes i live in movies and music and everything fictional.

 

i always dont want to get out.

with a pair of moths mating on my leg one late night, it must be a sign of a good season and good things to come. and i do love it that way.

the moths must have thought i’m a love machine or a bed perhaps. Nice to get laid on.

Peak of my age.

but i will always know the queen of hearts is my best bet

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thank you miss staff-looking-great-today you made my day at starbucks.

i have bigger ears than most people. i listen more.

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and most importantly i remember.

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just like now at Beans listening to a person-client convo, insights are everywhere.and no it’s not eavesdropping, just like people-watching, that aint stalking.

they make me want to stay in seattle.

they make me think and wonder.about family, job, relations, and yeah the future.how to talk your way into the environment. like how i like to put it, changes are like morning showers, you wouldnt wanna get into it, but when you’re in, you wouldn’t wanna get out.and it makes it easier for you to get in knowing you’re showering with a loved one.and you’ve got a day drenched with sunshine ahead.

it’s amazing newly mets could talk that well.i think i could.tht would be great because most of the times i’m mostly ears.

no doubt this place will be a good archive in the distant future.lets put things here.

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a lay off is always good.

what blog?

I would grace these skies again

“…nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are.”

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After months of freedom, the time has come to pay the devil’s debt. My part of the deal shall be graced with all the might that i possess. The time has come or i would rather say ‘the end is nigh’, i love how that sounds.Time for university.

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this serve as a dedication to the people who’ve made my past all the better.

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first of all would be my parents and the crazy sister. the definition of family, prolly made me who i am today.no what colour people shine with, directly or indirectly they’ve made me possible.The Lionheart cant be a Lionheart if there’s nothing that needs a Lionheart to fight with and persevere against.Haha, cheers, Evelyn.

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Thanks Janicia and Beary Fishy.For being who they are.

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People and knowings from near and far. friends from school, from tuition, from the cinema, from the roads, friends of sister included, anyone who i’ve fetched and made my days more interesting in anyway. I’ve tried my best to give the best of myself and spread the love. If I have offended anyone, I’ll say lets bury the hatchets.

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Yeah. I am actually largely influenced by The Reggae Club just outside my house.great concept of a drinking hole and tourist hangout.” Love All, Feed All”. A large Bob Marley painting with the words ” My Songs Will Last Forever”. as far as i’m concerned, it’s still on it’s way. awesome place. living in this part of town has shown me a lot.

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The guitars at home are also not forgotten.Rebecca and the Strat which i’m thinking of naming as Jane.as in plain Jane.I’ve named the acoustic after Rebecca Chwee, someone i knew from tuition. i doubt she’ll ever get to know about me mentioning her here.the reason for the naming and dedication would be discussed in the future.As for Jane, after countless name changes, I’ve told myself, let’s settle for old plain Jane.because that’s how it feels.and probably could also be inspired by Jani-awesome.

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Friends who’ve fought with me on the battlefield defending our ancients.Thank you stresser90 for the Heart of Tarrasque and jungle sulking inspiration.games should be left in games.

Badminton and Burger Aman people. For sure i’ll be back to stomp the parquet at Permata and wolf down some King’s Special.

Shaik Uthman Argyll Road RC and Transfer Road Red Kambing Curry RC. i’m very proud of these two places in penang.of course roti bakar cham nui.

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And lately there’s been too much death, a mum’s friend’s dad, a mum’s friend’s mum, the family dog and yeah Ronnie James ‘Wails like a Mountain’ Dio. They’ve fought the great fight, dripped the hot blood, big middle finger in the Reaper’s face.

Lastly,

“No other than the cat in the hat himself “~Jani.

I thank myself for being myself.yeah hah. He’s the cat. He’s the prick.

Chin Hooi is back in action.

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Blue Oyster Cult – Dont Fear The Reaper

Alice In Chains – Don’t Follow

Bob Dylan – Like A Rolling Stone

feel my formless presence.

a morning at a Mcd place aptly called Sunrise. nothing’s better than heavenly warm rays in the morning huh.

holidays has been good and now time has call an end to it.i’ve got approximately 16 days left on the island.then I’ll be the who.

I’ll love to call penang the isle of wight.because i love the name.

Been glad that i got a 5 months break, awesome time, awesome food, awesome people, awesome sports, awesome music, awesome experiece and the best of the land of awe.

(inspired from OOF Chiat’s album sleeve messsage, i ripped his awesomeries)

and yeah, back to Sunrise.great sun-drenched upper floor in the morning.by the motorway and the ocean.

I’ll love to post pictures.but i’m not gonna.

Daughtry on the radio.

“I’m goin’ home…”