Terra Firma will be performin' at Karabau Cafe, Jonker Street on the 30th. Be there!!!...
Monday, November 17, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I Heart Malacca!
Anyone who happens to drop by to Malacca, "must" check out Jonker Street. To me, it is the artistic side of Malacca. Every stall have their own personalities. From food stalls to jewelleries and from antiques to "legendary toys". They have it all! Me and my girlfriend spend every, i repeat..."Every" weekend there. Just love being there. We love the place so much that we even plan to set up a stall there too! One can't see "Malacca" if they never been to Jonker Street. Once you're there, you'll see everything about Malacca. The beautiful historical buildings, their wonderful food and most of all... Their beautiful beautiful people. I heart Malacca! It's the best place to live in, grew up and settle down too. Always Malacca!
The best Cendol in the world, only in Malacca!
The super scrumptious Chicken Rice Ball!
Melaka's Nyonya Laksa!
One of the many pubs and cafe in Jonker Street...
Nuff talk, just get yer' ass here and find out. See ya' in Malacca!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Saru 2!
Went drinking the next day at Rally Club. It was a blast! Damn, miss clubbing la. But the vodka on that day sucks ass! Taste like cough syrup! Blah!...
From left : Punk Teruyen, Tal, Steph and Joey
From top left : Me, Saru, Bert, Punk Teruyen and Maine...
From left : Punk Teruyen, Tal, Steph and Joey
From left : Punk Teruyen, Maine and Nittiya...
The 3 horny monkeys...
Downing Deathmatch!...
Me and my Punk Princess!...
Saru!
Nittiya planned wit us a surprise b'day party for Saru at Friends Cafe. Hell, he really is speechless and shocked. Blur like hell... ha ha ha! Anyway, Happy B'day bro! Party hard and drink more, man! Cheers!... 
Poor guy, still terperanjat beruk...
Industrial Teddy Valentine and Steph...
Me and my baby...
Future Best Male Model... Watchout ladies!
Kill! Kill! Kill! Die! Die! Die!....
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Tomodachi...
Very stressed wit work lately, a lot to do but too little time. Makes me wish I'm back in my beloved hometown, Malacca... So laid back and relaxing. ( Miss my punk princess... )
Last week, lepak wit my baby, Industrial Ted, Joe Banana, Punk Rock Gene, Tal and her mate, Erwin and his gf... really fun. Been longing for this moment d. Just lepak, drinking, smokin', joking around, chatting...
Miss hanging out wit my band members and my friends. Must keep in touch with them a.s.a.p. Cos I'm always in my own world, stray away from the rest. Just don't know the reason. Just felt malas wanna go out dats all... Just wanna stay at home, don wanna socialise. Is dat bad? Damn!
Shit, I'm talking crap... Adios!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
Klue Urbanscapes 2008
First time went to the KLUE Urbanscapes at KLpac. My first comment is.... damn HOT!
Got heat rash like mad. But, it was really a good experience though. Got a lot of really cool stuffs there... ( end up did.t buy anything cos of my mood swings... ha ha ) Punk Teruyen and Disco Draz really did lotsa' shopping though, even under the intense heat.
Next time, i am planning to go there naked... I'm sure everyone will agree wit me! Damn hot la!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Blessed...
Finally get to go back to Malacca after two weeks away. It's been a very horrible two damn weeks at work without any off day. Home sick.... and most of all, I'm missing my baby dearly.
Coming back to her makes everything worth while. I forgot bout that two suffering weeks.
Felt really blessed to have her in my life...
Coming back to her makes everything worth while. I forgot bout that two suffering weeks.
Felt really blessed to have her in my life...
Sunday, June 15, 2008
My Perfect Wedding Ring....
Above: Rhodium Skull Ring by Vivienne Westwood
Above: Dice Ring by Vivienne Westwood 
Above: Skull Ring by Vivienne Westwood Saturday, June 14, 2008
Solitude...
Been workin a week straight without rest day... Damn tired! Missing my "baby" so much. Hard to be apart from her for this long... Really can't wait to see her again.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Terra Firma...
Terra Firma is taking a big break now. Tryin' to compose more songs to complete a full scale album.
At the mean time, i'm planning to do a solo rock album soon. Hope i have the time for it...
At the mean time, i'm planning to do a solo rock album soon. Hope i have the time for it...
Raven's View...
the night falls with a silent sigh, entwined are we.the god for which you sacrifice yourselfflares once, then dies,devoured by a velvet ebon nothingness.all hope must surely perish.your soul thrives no more.how could you fail to believe?our dark emotions surround us, crying,we have lost our light...
Monday, January 28, 2008
My Own Disaster...
Nothing much to say bout me... I grew up in a small and laid back town (not anymore... fucking MMU shit!) I'm from a huge family. I used to live wit my grandparents, aunt, uncle and including my parents under one roof. That time my dad didn't make enough money to get a house of our own. He lived a hard life. He used to work on an oil tanker in Singapore painting and repair some damaged or rusted surface of the ship. Sometimes in a monsoon season he got stuck in the middle of the ocean till the storm is calm. My aunt visited him once to check on his living conditions. She break down in tears to see my dad live in a small dirty wooden house that looks like a den. His kitchen is a place for his work mate's 3 kids to sleep. Soon he quit his job and started working in a factory in my home town till now. He and my mum used to stay up late to pack candies into small plastic to sell in my aunt's canteen just to earn a few ringgit to feed their family. In the morning before goes to work he will help out mum to make some nyonya cake to sell. Poor dad, lack of sleep depressed and tired all the time. But he never show his emotion, seeking help is his last option. He always find a way to settle his problems.
I almost lost my dad 3 times. Once in a fire at his workplace where he dash into the burning building to save ppl's life. He received a purple heart medal for dat. Second, he crash his bike while on the way to the police station to bail his bro. Third, while working. He's handling some chemical stuff one day and suddenly a acidic like substance explode and burned his face. He recover soon after. Lucky lad huh? Maybe god loves him thats why.
Well thats a few story bout my dad. There's more coming up....soon i think. He pamper and shower his three son so much and he don wan his kid to go through wat he had gone through. I know so well that i can never be like him...
I love art. I love anything bout it. My interest for art grew since i was 5 years old. I express everything through it. Anger, hate, sorrow... and so on. I still remember spending my favorite past time drawing on a huge piece of mahjong's paper given by my grandma. In school, i spend most of the day drawing. On work book, text book, desk and even on walls. Got caught from teachers lotsa time. Da' fuck i care, i draw a lot.
My teen years fucked up. I got depressed all the time, sometimes suicidal. All this mass of shit slowly make way for me to generate hate for this world, ppl and everything. Don't know wat's the actual reason. Ppl say i worried and think too much. I love being alone all the time, locked up in my room daydreaming while songs of hatred playing loudly on the stereo. Sometimes I'll draw out a couple of disturbing tortured human or babies pic to express how i felt at that time. It actually makes thing worse.
Music changes me a lil' bit i guess. At least i got the chance to express how i felt or wat I'd gone through verbally. It all started since i was young. My dad used to be a rocker. Ha ha... it's true! He's a guitarist. When I was young he makes me listen to lotsa' lotsa' classic rock such as Deep Purple, Pink Floyd, GNR, Black Sabbath and lots more. Actually he didn't really "make" me listen to it. He blast it out loud on his hi-fi and even in his car... god, the suffering. When i was eleven, he bought me a guitar and hope that I'll learn to play it like he does. Instead... Sorry , pa... I'm "sucks" real bad.
I'm serious bout' music in my teen years. I write lotsa' lyric dat time. Most of it is punk songs. My bro tot it's a good idea to have me in his band, so he brought me to a jamming session one time and i think it's somewhere in the year 2001. I'm still in the band and still remain loyal till now. We've released two e.p's after we won Best Image for Battle Of The Bands in Malacca ( imagine all of us in kung-fu costume, dodgy...) We'll be releasing three of our singles soon, Aishiteru, Silent War and Tomodachi ( wat's up wit the Japanese thingy?... we'll most of our songs is in Japanese and English... cos we're Nihonjin freaks! )
Did i mention music changed me a lil' bit? Wanna know wat changes me a lot? Get ready aite, cos this kinda mushy la. It's an ethereally, perfect, beautiful human being named Li Yen. We met in Ben's Cafe, owned by her dad and managed by my uncle. I used to work there as a chef and she's the cashier. Love blooms when i discovered that both of us got lots in common, from music to art and from fashion to past experience and even simple little things. So so much in common, it's perfect.
Kinda' awkward at first when we're officially becomes a couple. we tried so hard to talk like normal couple, but it seems so hard cos yesterday you're both friends and today a couple ha ha ha. even wanna hold her hands for the first time also ask permission kononnya don wan her to feel uneasy. I've said out the most dumb ass question when i wanna hold her hand... "eer... why u put your hands in your pocket, i wanna hold also so susah".... lol, we still laugh bout it each time we remember that incident.
Those who see her for the first time might misjudge her for looking innocent and weak, but to me she's the most strongest and toughest girl I've ever met in my whole life. She's the most understanding person I've ever know. She's some one you can talk to almost about anything, a good listener ( a bit stubborn too :P ) She always stands up for me all the time. Now, it had been 2 years plus we're together and we've gone through really a lot and one thing for sure I'll always knew and glad that she'd stand by my side through all the ups and downs and she's always there for me. Thanks a lot baby, i can never repay you in life and death.
I almost lost my dad 3 times. Once in a fire at his workplace where he dash into the burning building to save ppl's life. He received a purple heart medal for dat. Second, he crash his bike while on the way to the police station to bail his bro. Third, while working. He's handling some chemical stuff one day and suddenly a acidic like substance explode and burned his face. He recover soon after. Lucky lad huh? Maybe god loves him thats why.
Well thats a few story bout my dad. There's more coming up....soon i think. He pamper and shower his three son so much and he don wan his kid to go through wat he had gone through. I know so well that i can never be like him...
I love art. I love anything bout it. My interest for art grew since i was 5 years old. I express everything through it. Anger, hate, sorrow... and so on. I still remember spending my favorite past time drawing on a huge piece of mahjong's paper given by my grandma. In school, i spend most of the day drawing. On work book, text book, desk and even on walls. Got caught from teachers lotsa time. Da' fuck i care, i draw a lot.
My teen years fucked up. I got depressed all the time, sometimes suicidal. All this mass of shit slowly make way for me to generate hate for this world, ppl and everything. Don't know wat's the actual reason. Ppl say i worried and think too much. I love being alone all the time, locked up in my room daydreaming while songs of hatred playing loudly on the stereo. Sometimes I'll draw out a couple of disturbing tortured human or babies pic to express how i felt at that time. It actually makes thing worse.
Music changes me a lil' bit i guess. At least i got the chance to express how i felt or wat I'd gone through verbally. It all started since i was young. My dad used to be a rocker. Ha ha... it's true! He's a guitarist. When I was young he makes me listen to lotsa' lotsa' classic rock such as Deep Purple, Pink Floyd, GNR, Black Sabbath and lots more. Actually he didn't really "make" me listen to it. He blast it out loud on his hi-fi and even in his car... god, the suffering. When i was eleven, he bought me a guitar and hope that I'll learn to play it like he does. Instead... Sorry , pa... I'm "sucks" real bad.
I'm serious bout' music in my teen years. I write lotsa' lyric dat time. Most of it is punk songs. My bro tot it's a good idea to have me in his band, so he brought me to a jamming session one time and i think it's somewhere in the year 2001. I'm still in the band and still remain loyal till now. We've released two e.p's after we won Best Image for Battle Of The Bands in Malacca ( imagine all of us in kung-fu costume, dodgy...) We'll be releasing three of our singles soon, Aishiteru, Silent War and Tomodachi ( wat's up wit the Japanese thingy?... we'll most of our songs is in Japanese and English... cos we're Nihonjin freaks! )
Did i mention music changed me a lil' bit? Wanna know wat changes me a lot? Get ready aite, cos this kinda mushy la. It's an ethereally, perfect, beautiful human being named Li Yen. We met in Ben's Cafe, owned by her dad and managed by my uncle. I used to work there as a chef and she's the cashier. Love blooms when i discovered that both of us got lots in common, from music to art and from fashion to past experience and even simple little things. So so much in common, it's perfect.
Kinda' awkward at first when we're officially becomes a couple. we tried so hard to talk like normal couple, but it seems so hard cos yesterday you're both friends and today a couple ha ha ha. even wanna hold her hands for the first time also ask permission kononnya don wan her to feel uneasy. I've said out the most dumb ass question when i wanna hold her hand... "eer... why u put your hands in your pocket, i wanna hold also so susah".... lol, we still laugh bout it each time we remember that incident.
Those who see her for the first time might misjudge her for looking innocent and weak, but to me she's the most strongest and toughest girl I've ever met in my whole life. She's the most understanding person I've ever know. She's some one you can talk to almost about anything, a good listener ( a bit stubborn too :P ) She always stands up for me all the time. Now, it had been 2 years plus we're together and we've gone through really a lot and one thing for sure I'll always knew and glad that she'd stand by my side through all the ups and downs and she's always there for me. Thanks a lot baby, i can never repay you in life and death.
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