What's your GOOD music?

music, originated from the word...

μουσική

(mousikí̱ )

awesome isn't? 

 no.

music is only awesome when you don't understand it.

you listen to it.

smart.

Lyrics, tunes, musics, vocals, and etc etc etc.

Let's be simple.

 MUSIC.

What's a good music, say...

ochestra?

solo singer?

opera?

oprah~

hip hop?

hop hip/

pop?

lollipop!

country?

country-pop?

jazzz?

cheeze?

hardrock metal?

metal ions@

romantic?

not-so-romantic?

crazy?

nut-job?

blow-job!?

contemporary?

classical?

choir?

shouting?

yelling.

odd?

rap? 

rape.

silly?

i bet you can't tell. or, you just cant, without a " ' "

what if you did just choose from one of them,

you are being...

music-genre-ist.

heck you.

 

sorry?

please, let's be clear.

those above are not  yet is good music.

what?

because, there's NO definition of a good music.

        why?

ask yourself.

Good. what's good anyway?

let's check a dic.

1.

morally excellent; virtuous; righteous; pious

2.

satisfactory in quality, quantity, or degree

3.

of high quality

4.

right; proper; fit:

5.

well-behaved

okay. there's no "morally excellent" music.

there's definitely no such thing like pious music.

certainly not high quantity in music. degree music? WTH? maybe high quality, but how do you define high quality anyway.

there's no right or wrong in music. all musics are proper by the way. and fit, as well.

and absolutely no well-behaved music.

so, good music, is kinda like  

beauty is in the eye of a beholder.

you, my friend, don't get to judge good music.

yea you can rate, but not judge.

some like rock music, but to classical dudes, that sounded like... 

 rock.

some enjoy rap, but to opera geeks, that sounded like... 

chanting.

and the lists goes on.

so yeah. this is music reality. 

no definite guidelines, rules, fu*king regulations, and above all, no end.

and that, is the v'berry reason why music is so 

awesomely 

wonderfully

superly

amazingly

freakingly

fearfully

yeah~

so how do you define music?

well, i like to put music as

THE SOUL OF A MAN 

(or a woman, or a child, or whatnot.)

it's what define you.

John likes hard rock music.

He's got a rocker soul.

Emmy likes futuristic music.

She's got a odd-future soul.

Hazim likes rap music.

He's got a rappy soul.

Mary like The Mary Had A Little Lamb music.

She's got a... lamby song?

anyway, you like what song, 

you got what soul.

unless... you're like my dad, who doesn't listen nor like any song...

omg.

he's got no soul?

the point is, what you choose to listen

define who you are inside.

so, don't be afraid to choose.

don't be afraid to like what you like, i mean, music.

heck those peers, 'cause you're worth more than that.

be you, be yourself, and listen to what you like.

'cause that, makes you

AWESOME

and of course,

do not judge others, for you will be judged.

'cause some else is also theirs own version of their "you"

save some music for me, will'ya?

Thanks for reading, digesting, and hope you vomit!

God bless! 

*by the way, the term 'odd future' is a song.

listen up, and remember, don't judge.

just some sharing, i like this song.

hope you enjoy.

what's your GOOD music? 

share it in the comment! thanks! 

 

 

Live the Present 002.

Day      :Saturday

Date     :22.9.12

D'weather:Chilly cool

D'feeling:Exhausted!

Tired. Give me a Z Z Z .

woah. this is kinda like a summary of today. i mean, this day.
 try this out, see if you're wear out!

6.12am. woke up and ah...choo!

7.15am. arrived bloody freaking shitty extra classes on my super lazy Saturday. damn the system. 

12.30pm. school finished. tired. and sweaty. (malaysia's not snowing)

1.00pm. luncheon in friend's house. steamboat!
 

"Or occasionally means steaming food in a boat-like-pot"

1.25pm. did project with friends. kinda nasty. actually. yuckish! moss graffiti. wanna know more about it. i'm not gonna explain it, so go on lazy bums and watch >

4.30pm. finally done. what?! already 4.30om? i mean, pm.

5.00pm. went straight to tuition with my friend. (the same one that did the gross moss graffiti)

5.30pm. english tuition. no, my english does no suck. okay. maybe a little.

7.30pm. english tuition finish. now, racing to another tuition with the same friend again. dinner in his car. thanks, friend's mum!

7.45pm. reached biology tuition. raced up. late 15 minutes. so... whole class watching. 
what'ya looking at? (i know i'm handsome and..)

8.00pm. dozing off in biology class. what did he said again? was it Krebs cycle or crabs cycling?

9.30pm. finally teacher said thanks for coming. god. so tired. no, EXhausted!

10.00pm. arrived home. flat at sofa. mum yelled. dragged my half-dead corpse to the bathroom. and fell on bed. 

10.01pm. Z Z Z Z Z Z Z .

so... what do you think? what the heck. 
if the world were as busy as me,
then crime scene would drop right?
since no body is free for crime-ing, unless, you're the criminal master mind. 

Good luck. God bless.
Goodnite!!!!

 

Live the Present 001

Day      :Friday

Date     :21.9.12

D'weather:Oven-hot

D'feeling:Rojak-ish

"Rojak means mixture."

Failure and Arabian Lamb Kebab. 
damn! both sucks and muacks to the Xtreme.

so, i got up early. like 6.32am. still dark, cold. and that added on to me, nervous; it was my driving test day.

couldn't imagine, how my heart pumped. my stomach bursting with bloody butterfly. damn, why aren't those acids in my stomach kill them?  couldn't stand still. until i was called. 

"33!" i took my forms, and went into the car.

i drove. drove. slowly. carefully. nearly finishing. then... shit. i forgot to change lane. crossed the double-line. drove into the emergency lane. and then...

"lu langgar double-line, kan? lu FAIL!"

(you crossed double line, right? you FAIL!)

 what the hell!!!?????

and immediately, my heart sank.

so sad, i wanted to just, you know, crashed someone. idiotic invigilator. 

moodless, i got back. 

sms-ed my pals. they sms-ed back.

one girl and one boy, tried to cheer me up.

after what-seemed-like endless sms marathons,

i finally felt better.

they asked, or rather, she, asked me out.

to have dinner, together. three of us.

"we will bring you to our favourite arabic restaurant ^___^ you will feel better after eating :) "

so i fell for it. i gave in to the invitation.

and i'm glad i did.

we had a marvelous time.

we laughed. joked. dirty jokes.

sang along. being crazy. 

i told them. 

"sick of being a rational, logical, reasonable science stud. sometimes, i have to be nuts."

and they were amazed. my sick jokes were way awesome than theirs.

dinner, we had, yea, as invited, to the arabian restaurant. 

we were welcomed by the warmest waiter.

a handsome arabian guy. he was so cool.

and waiter-ed us so professional.

he was like, "shall i serve you the French, or the American?" ,

and we were like,

"one French, 

one American, 

and one Arabian." 

Troll!!! Hahaha! 

his was super persuasive. i meant the waiter.

my pal who was fulled couldn't help it. he finally ordered more than i did. haha. so much for smart persuasion. 

but the arabian wasn't blowing his horn.

the food was damn good.

we had ourselves lamb kebab. lamb mandy. and chicken kebab. briyani rice. mango shakes.

.a.w.e.s.o.m.e.

later we had frozen yogurt. 

of course it came with so many different flavors. but heck the flavors. 

we got ourselves frozen yogurt. plain, simple.

and we laughed some more. 

i just love my friends. more than friends. 

they were like my soul mates.

my art mates. the other side of me.

where my true art shows. 

love you guys. God bless.

Thank you God. 

Nite. 
Pillow Muacks.