*Confessions*
{Friday, October 09, 2009 @ 10:47 PM}
Come to a standstill.
Look around.
Embrace what you've neglect.
Mourn what you treasure.
Cause life can just re-route without signals.
and you're the blind who's been crossing it all this while.
Final post for the flawed yet perfect memories.
{Saturday, September 19, 2009 @ 2:22 AM}
Do not be expendable.
Be worth it.
Life's a challenge?? Challenge back.
Karma is an excuse for the weak.
Fate can do only so much, the rest is man-made will.
Now prove your worth.
Exist cause you pave your way, not crawl.
And do not follow.
Neither do you have to lead.
You don't have to inspire.
All you have to do is..
live.Actions do not only sound louder than words.
Action solidifies it.
So stop talking shit, and start dealing hits.
Keep moving.
Keep moving.
Keep bloody moving.
{Sunday, August 16, 2009 @ 2:29 PM}
Got a smack to the face by reality.
"Time waits for no man"
So what is considered a standstill moment?
I sure as hell don't know.
So, let's re-route.
I'm gonna get ahead of time.
And stop it.
Take a picture.
And laugh.
Now let's get sidetracked for abit.
"It's big balling baby when i'm courting you."
HAH.
Nonsensical. -_-
{Monday, June 29, 2009 @ 10:03 AM}
National Service-ing.
Ahhhhh welll.
It's already dead anyway....
Bye!
:)
{Tuesday, June 09, 2009 @ 1:25 PM}
I remembered rolling around a lot.
Hoping darkness will just consume me whole.
Tears me apart the way the brain worked.
To think that it was all a nightmare was just absurd.
Cause dreams do come through silver linings.
Light at the end of every tunnel.
Sunshine right after the perfect storm.
Salvation might be scarce but we salvage what we can grasp.
We believe in what we can see and touch.
But never what was always there.
Put it on a pedestal when the air smells of rich green grass and when the wind blows with serenity.
Burn it down to the ground when the grass rots brown and the wind suffocates.
It is absurd to even consider possibilities .
Life has too many roads that when one closes, there are always 20 000 more re-routes.
And when 20 000 closes, we have the tools to construct our own path.
To build our own foundation.
To light our own way.
But we choose to follow.
We choose to conform to what society classifies as right and wrong.
We believe what 100 000 others believes.
Cause if you're different, then eccentric will automatically be your middle name.
So what is the peace that we keep looking for?
Is it inside? outside?
Does it even exist at all?
Existence is what makes the mind reach the brink of insanity.
People end lives to stop the pain.
Mothers go through pain to bring life to the world.
Thus, a leverage.
Life cannot survive if it does not co-exist with pain.
Pain is a part of life.
We cannot detest it.
Neither can we ignore it.
Therefore, i must be resilient.
I must adapt.
I must flow.
And i must withstand whatever it is that makes me a better man at the end of the day.
Life is a book with no chapters.
Pain is the divider that we need.
I embrace it.
{Sunday, May 10, 2009 @ 11:23 AM}
I think trust is quite important.
It sets the honesty and sincerity of a relationship.
It filters out diamonds from rocks.
Even the smallest grain will be taken away.
Smallest.
Relationships don't actually mean love ones only.
Family. collegues and everything else.
Trust is a principle that's instilled in you.
The ones that you take with you everywhere.
So twist those tounges and break those teeths, cause i'm starting to doubt.
Doubt can cripple a man's thinking, demolish his values and endanger his well-being.
God give me strenght to go the distance, i pray.
{Tuesday, April 21, 2009 @ 12:03 AM}
I am poetic.
I have passion for music.
I perform.
I make music.
I make my lines mean something to someone.
And most of the time, the lines mean something to me.
I don't try to party cause i know i don't fancy it.
I don't rap about a milli cause i sure as hell don't got that.
I don't rap about jet planes, guns, drugs, booze, girls cause... this is Singapore.
And i don't try to imitate my passion with them rappers from New York.
Now you tell me.
Where are your roots?
You got performances lining up one by one.
But you perform the same music, to the same crowd, with the same people.
And you never once did appreciate where it all came from.
I'm not claiming that i made an impact in your life.
But others did.
Others you decided was not as... passionate as you are.
Cause we're busy.
We got school.
We got work.
We got other commitments.
Ahhh yes, you'll come punching back with the "I got work to knee-gro.." shit.
I can't really argue with that.
Thus, i applaud your level of commitment.
I got sources.
Walls got ears.
And you happened to be whispering to the wrong wall.
Or might i say.. complaining.
Thus, i say this.
Live the life you've always wanted.
With no distraction.
Don't hold a name to your back when you know you're pinning your wings with it.
I make music cause i love it.
I got passion.
I got game.
But i don't have the need to make money out of it.
To make household brand names.
To make clothing lines.
To make the most dopest clan in SG.
We dope in out own ways.
Thus, i kindly suggest that you don't run your mouth.
Cause you might just find out how dope i can be when i'm in your face.
Fuck swagger.
Fuck punchlines.
Fuck rhymes.
Persistance and heart.
Same rules apply for survival everywhere, son.
