The New Year

Its going to be 2009 in a few minutes and im writing this to savour the last minutes of my time in the year 2008, and i have one word to describe 2008, stupid, i dunno about the rest of u, but i think this year is a horrible year for me, the increase in skin blemishes, the decrease in sanity and there is much more things that pissed me off that happened this year, like the increase in the prices although the government has decrease the price of fuel (wow, im talking like a grown ass man) . So, baby new year is coming to knock on my door and greet me with the new year with hopes of it becoming a wonderful and prosperous year (i wish), Well, sarcasms and criticisms aside, i wish all of u readers (which is 4, plus B-pop, the latest addition) a very happy new year. Last year kicked me in the nuts, i wonder what 2009 is going to do to me. Hint recession...

Again, happy new year, and also, happy awal muharram...

U guys forgot about that one didnt ya, u western influenced people...

2009 is coming!

Till next time...

Them smart kids

The PMR results came out yesterday (depending on the day that u are reading this post) and there is a increase in the number of students who achieve 8A's in their PMR exams, i dunno the number of percentage over last year but what i have read in the newspapers and over the tele, there is an increase. So, next year they will go to form 4 and hopefully some of em will fall and fail later in life, fuck them smart kids...

Just kidding, u smart kids go on, be smart...

Till next time...

Rambang

Kalo laki org panggil "mamat ni mcm romeo", naper org x ckp "perempuan ni mcm juliet"

Till next time

Writing

I have problems with writing blogs, not that i am having trouble with the english language, its just that, i have gone through many blogs and i am quite astonished because of the quality of their language which sets them apart from the normal broken "and den we go to dat place la, to eat that thing 1" style of writing. Some of these people write so well that sometimes i feel like a dingbat, for example like "as i sit there in cafe, staring at the complementary newspapers being taken, i reminisce the past while waiting for the future to take its told over my already miserable life", and i'll be like an idiot and i think to myself, "the best thing that i could ever think of is about my stupid experiences during SPM", well, i think its no wonder that these people can write so well. Its because of the countless amounts of books they have read over the course of their lifetime, and what books that i actually have read? About 5 books i think...

Just random thoughts...

Nothing much...

Gotsa read more books...

I guess...

Till next time...

Flow who...?

Flo Rida? Dont think so, its Flow Finesse . A deadly combination of The Rhymeweaver and his partner in crime, The I.R.V (i have no fucking idea what it means, ask the dude whats the meaning of the name), anyways, check the duo's page out, they gots three tracks up right now and im pretty sure there are going to be lots to come out sooner or later maybe, dunno about that, u can read more about them in their page (the link is up there). But dont just read, do listen to their tracks...

Gotsa make a hip hop duo also...

Wait, i gots me one already...

Aiyoo...

Till next time...

Masa utk memandu!

Haha, kecoh je lebih, baru sign up jeh utk buat lesen kereta dh crite byk, lesen L pun tarak lagi, lgpun kereta xde kt rumah, bpk aku jeh yg reti bwk krete, mak aku mana reti, so satu kereta jela kt rumah tu, apa benda la aku nk drive bila dpn lesen? kereta sorong tu kalo kira ok gak, or is it kereta lembu, beca bunyi cool, bdk2 yg "hip" dan "trendy" ske beca nih, boleh letak hydraulics kt beca aku skali ngan blaupunkt nyer stereo. Nanti terkejut xzibit tgk beca aku, aku lak gi cuit collar baju dia dan ckp, u just officially been pimped...

Kuat berangan btol aku nih mlm2 nih, anyways, prom = fun, mc dia haram punya membosankan, dan ada la performance band2 local, termasuk bittersweet, x kenal aku, tp mereka ni kira2 femes la dikalangan member2 aku, aku jeh katak bwh tempurung, benda2 mcm nih x tau, selepas semua band dah habis habis ada DJ lak kt situ, x kenal aku DJ nih, aku tgk equipment dia, turntable semua skali siap, gempak jugak la mamat ni buat performance, semua lagu stok sasau nyer, kami pun, dgn umur x cukup nk msk club (well, ada gak dieorg nih dh msk club, aku bdk baik, mana pernah buat benda2 mcm nih), menari ngan style2 yg aku x reti, aku main goyang jeh, lagu pitbull ada, usher ada, rihanna pun dia letak dlm mix dia, serious fun, sampai berpeluh member2 aku dibuatnyer, lampu2 dia x payah crite la, mmg btol2 ala2 club dia buat. Serious prom best...

Tetiba lak ada feeling nak tulis dalam bm...

Bahasa ibunda dikatakan...

Till next time...

Tribute to my hero

I know its been a while since he died, but i dont give a fuck, im a big fan of george carlin, altho he is an atheist, i still dont give a flying fuck because i like his point of view about the world... like he once said, "i enjoy describing how things are, not suggesting how they are ought to be"

so, here is a video of his skit, modern man...




I'm a modern man, a man for the millennium, digital and smoke-free;.

A diversified, multi-cultural, post-modern deconstructionist; politically, anatomically and ecologically incorrect.

I've been uplinked and downloaded, I've been inputted and outsourced. I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading.

I'm a high-tech low-life. A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bi-coastal multi-tasker, and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.

I'm new-wave, but I'm old-school; and my inner child is outward-bound.

I'm a hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-hearted cool customer; voice-activated and bio-degradable.

I interface with my database; my database is in cyberspace; so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive, and from time to time I'm radioactive.

Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, ridin' the wave, dodgin' the bullet, pushin' the envelope.

I'm on point, on task, on message, and off drugs.

I've got no need for coke and speed; I've got no urge to binge and purge.

I'm in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar.

A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary.

A street-wise smart bomb. A top-gun bottom-feeder.

I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps.

I'm a totally ongoing, big-foot, slam-dunk rainmaker with a pro-active outreach.

A raging workaholic, a working rageaholic; out of rehab and in denial.

I've got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal agenda.

You can't shut me up; you can't dumb me down. 'Cause I'm tireless, and I'm wireless. I'm an alpha-male on beta-blockers.

I'm a non-believer, I'm an over-achiever; Laid-back and fashion-forward. Up-front, down-home; low-rent, high-maintenance.

I'm super-sized, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready and built to last.

A hands-on, footloose, knee-jerk head case; prematurely post-traumatic, and I have a love child who sends me hate-mail.

But I'm feeling, I'm caring, I'm healing, I'm sharing. A supportive, bonding, nurturing primary-care giver.

My output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond, and my revenue stream has its own cash flow.

I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports.

I'm gender-specific, capital-intensive, user-friendly and lactose-intolerant.

I like rough sex; I like tough love. I use the F-word in my e-mail. And the software on my hard drive is hard-core—no soft porn.

I bought a microwave at a mini-mall. I bought a mini-van at a mega-store. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I'm toll-free, bite-size, ready-to-wear, and I come in all sizes.

A fully equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically-formulated medical miracle.

I've been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped and vacuum-packed.

And . . . I have unlimited broadband capacity.

I'm a rude dude, but I'm the real deal. Lean and mean. Cocked, locked and ready to rock; rough, tough and hard to bluff.

I take it slow, I go with the flow; I ride with the tide, I've got glide in my stride.

Drivin' and movin', sailin' and spinnin'; jivin' and groovin', wailin' and winnin'.

I don't snooze, so I don't lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hearty, and lunchtime is crunch time.

I'm hangin' in, there ain't no doubt; and I'm hangin' tough.

Over and out.

RW in the TRS

jeah jeah, congrats to The Rhymeweaver for his accomplishment to be a part of the malaysian hip hop supergroup The Rogue Squadron . His latest mixtape, Bloody Hardcore Battle Rhymes as part of his Five mixtape plan is coming out real soon, maybe early 2009, dunno bout that, better check that shit out. Ive reviewed his previous album here . Hope that i can review the next one (dont suck up to the guy because u want the mixtape for free).

Again congrats weaver...

Till next time...

Back to beatmaking

I dont consider myself as a beatsmith when it comes to beatmaking, i see myself more like the boy who is carrying the bucket of water for the beatsmith to put that hot beat into the water, but SPM is over and i have ample amount of time nowadays so imma start back on beatmaking. I always like generating weird sounds and such from fl and trying to make some sort of melody out of it. Although some of it sounds wack, but im still trying rite here and hopefully imma update my dead profile with beats every now and then...

Eid ul Adha

Happy Eid-ul Adha to all of the readers. (which is less than, um, 2 people i guess) May all of u be blessed with the meat that will be given on ur table with various styles of cooking it and i wish all of you a prosperous year ahead...

Till next time...


Sheep A - You heard that Bob? Sheep B - What? Sheep A - Eid ul Adha is coming, Sheep B - Gulp...

Freedom, is boring...

Its only a few days after spm and im like, wtf man. I dont have a driver's license and my old man is reluctant to give me the greens or permission for me to obtain one. I am a grade A specimen of the malay term of 'takde life'. Its a mix of malay and english right there yo. Means that i am one boring fellow, oh well. I dont have a car, nowhere to travel, the places here bore me to death, i seriously dunno what to do, but, u may say, "get a job", and i'd be like "yeah, i got one." Its more like snoring than doing anything. I smell a collab coming up. Prom is coming up in a few weeks. Actually, i dont wanna go, but i already gots the clothes, and i have no choice but to go. I bet its gonna be boring, dunno why, i have that feeling...

Yeah yeah, konfrantasi , a local band is gonna perform and their name is quite popular amongst the young kids around here and they always give a good performance but somehow, i dunno, that "its gonna be boring you dumbfuck" thoughts is always present. Doesnt matter, im going anyway eventho i dont have a prom date or whatever u wanna call it because somebody doesnt wanna go because she isnt a usj 4 student anymore :D ...

guess imma go alone then...

it dont matter...

i guess...

Till next time...

100 is the number!

i've reached 100 hits! and that STILL shows that im a boring dude, oh well, hakim finally hit a century yo, jeah jeah...

Till next time...

Kiss the school goodbye

1 more paper to end my days in smk usj 4, its been a very stressful ride through spm, but it was fun, i guess, one more paper, dang, i just finished my accounts and economics, both papers were ok. Downloaded Altimet's first among equals, dope shit rite there...

I was suppose to post this yesterday, but what the heck, its over, finally over, a long journey, today i had a little prob with the invigilator, i dunno why, but she keeps on bugging me on stuff that i do, when i tried to take a nap, she wakes me up, with like half an hour left to spare. When i was shading/blackening my paper, she criticises me on my choice of pencils, i wanted to say to her. "Look, sunshine, im taking the paper now eh, not u, so, u sit on ur chair, or walk around if u want, but please, please, PLEASE, dont bother me." But sadly i cant, well, spm is over, went on to do some vandalism on the school properties. It was fun just drawing graffiti on the walls and such, fun day it was... Until the gorilla arrived... haha, just joking...

sadly my alarm clock doesnt work, i called the alarm clock, but the thing didnt pick up, dang... :D

gotsa do something during the holidays...

bet that its gonna be boring...

it already starts bore me right now...

sigh...

Till next time

Its a depressing state

Tomorrow marks the day of freedom for them science students, EST or English for Science and Technology. An easy paper, they say, no need for studying and stuff, its all common sense and such. While yours truly finishes his paper next week, on Wednesday, which is commerce, a subject which requires u to read a lot on how to make ur transactions and such, and the day before that is Economics, a paper which requires u to understand the cash flow withing the country and states that the country is in if its federal reserve is good or is screwed up, and on Monday, is accounts, a subject which requires u to move around numbers in specific accounts to balance it. Now, them science students are off early, and im still waiting for my final three papers to come, and im not good at waiting. Damn the anticipation is breaking me down, slowly, but surely...

Till next time....

Unproductive activities

I feel like a bum, all i do all day is eat, sleep, eat and sleep some more, damn son, i gotsa do something, cramped in this small space that i call my bedroom makes me a lil bit claustrophobic. Looking at walls or the pc screen the whole day is not a healthy activity, neither is watching the tv on the sofa and falling asleep there, i wish i can go out, its raining nowadays during the afternoons, which produces the optimum temperature for a good afternoon nap, be a little bit more productive will ya?

Gotta get out tomorrow, do something, anything...

till next time...

And that shows

how a pretty boring guy i am, as u can see from my hit counters or whatever shindig that u wanna call that device, less than 10 hits a day, damn i am one boring dude...

anyways, its my blog...

till next time...

Now, now

i just finished my pendidikan islam paper yesterday, i was kinda glad by this, i mean, 3 more papers man, 3 MORE, and thats it, no more oversized school uniforms, no more crappy canteen food and such, i know that in my last post, i said that imma miss that school, well after thinking about it. I dont care. Screw the school...

Anyways, yesterday, i was confronted by the penolong kanan (please help me with these translations) during recess, at the school canteen, she teaches pendidikan islam, and guess what paper was i taking yesterday? She said that she saw me feeling uneasy when opening the paper and started to look around, suspecting that i was trying to "copy" answers from the others. She was observing my so-called "unethical behaviour" while standing at the corner of the corridor, near the examination hall. I reacted quite violently, tackled her to the ground and i took a razor sharp blade, slit her throat and let her bleed to death...

Well, not exactly. I was actually quite stunned by her allegations, and i replied, now come on, i have no intentions to cheat, i was sleepy, bored, so i have to look around just to keep me awake while answering and not sleep through the whole examination, besides why should i cheat? I mean, its SPM, they have those invigilators wandering around to catch students who cheat and if u get caught, u have to wait for another 3 years before u can retake the whole thing. I cant risk that for 1 question. How fucked up does she think i am to copy answers?

relax man, another 3 more papers...

i gotta calm down...

accounts is on the 1st of December...

econs 2nd, commerce 3rd...

get a hold of urself...

till next time...

Final 4

Thats right, its another four subjects and im free! Well, until college/university comes into my life, but before that happens, imma live my final days as a secondary school student. It was a fun-filled time of my life, it was a time of firsts, first time that i fell in love, never had her and regretted it dearly. God i would like to erase that moment in time, but i cant, gotta live with that shit. Skipped school the first time during fasting month and played basketball at a court nearby, went back home, tired, hungry, but i managed to keep my cool and survive the day, never skipped fasting yet, skipped classes regularly and so on and so forth. Participated in the Tug of war event in the school, representing my house, won that shit, didnt get a medal because i wasnt present at the medal acceptance ceremony. A LOT of memories that i had at SKSS (sorry, dont have a link) and SMK USJ 4(also, no link).

My friends always say, u know what, u might not feel it now, but when the time comes, ur definitely gonna miss every bit of school life, i guess. From the oversized school uniform to the nerds to the gangster/triad/mafia/yakuza wannabes. It was fun, having new friends, bitter hate against one another, (dont deny me people, u must've hated somebody in ur school time and there are LOTS of people who hate me, i know) backstabbing,(look, no matter how good u are, people still talk bad about u behind ur back) the occasional fights and such.

Im pretty sure that i will never see these people after this again, well, maybe during when they give u the spm result slips, but after that, maybe the 10% of those people u'll see again after that because u are close friends, but u wont see those people again because u are enrolled into a different university and that person does the same, some will study overseas, either by getting scholarships or their parents are just fucking rich(excuse me for my french), some will stay here and go to local institutions such as UM, UiTM or some other university/college.

Good things never last, well, nothing does actually...

Time to move on...

Im gonna miss this and remember this for the rest of my life...

or until i get hit at the back of my head and lose all of my memory...

Till next time

Its all in the matter of linguistics

Today's exam is science, well, for those who actually took the time to read these posts, u will know that i am having my SPM exam, and im 4 subjects to go till im free, so to speak...

Anyways, today, i made a groundbreaking, astonishing, unbelievable discovery in my science paper. I tried to calm down and not to laugh at this joke, i thought that its a comedic punchline of sorts, but i actually read this at the back of the exam question paper, now, mind you, we were once under the british rule and i was like, damn son, u got to be kidding me on this...

Its not an optical illusion, it actually said on the paper....

10. Detach Section C from the question paper. Tie the helaian tambahan together with this question paper and hand in to the invigilator at the end of the examination.

now, concentrate on the statement, and concentrate even harder at the helaian tambahan bit, they managed to put in invigilator (which is a word i learned today, and thats the truth), but u cant find a word for helaian tambahan??? what??? There are words such as, 'extra answering sheets' or just plain old 'extra answering paper', but they actually put there helaian tambahan...

comedic stuff right there...

anyways, this is just a examination anecdote, nothing much, im not attacking the system, im just saying that its refreshing to see something funny like this, lightens up my mood and lowers the stress level...

gotta watch what i say...

big brother is watching...

till next time...

Im trying my best to love H.E.R

Its not about a chick people, this is about my love for rap, its fading, god i hate that fact, nowadays i cant even write a decent bar. Damn, i feel rusty, too much beat making, damn...

Need some international forums to polish my skills, Malaysian hip hop forums are dead as far as im concerned, the phatforum , bazement, hell even that new Malaysian hip hop forum is dead...

Do help me...

Gotta listen to more Big L and Canibus ...

listen to this new shit...

So far

So good, jeah jeah, its going along fine for me in SPM, but i have one complaint, it involves a string, an SPM booklet, and some creativity. The are some papers where some people (and god bless those people) wrote too much on their booklet and require extra papers to write on, i have nothing against that, they have creativity overflowing and need every piece to write it on, i support them creative writing people, good for them.

What i dont understand is, they give me a booklet and the thing wont break without some force exerted towards it, a perfectly fine booklet. But, here is the fun part, they gave me a piece of string, and i was like, "a piece of string? i thot this thing is a booklet, it can hold itself, why give me a string? to strengthen the booklet? the booklet is perfectly fine". Silly me, due to my ignorance, the prefect scolded me because i was "wasting everybody's time". I said, why must i tie a knot? i dont have extra papers. The prefect insisted that i tie it, so i did, but the school already prepared a bomb squad if there is a case where the prefect actually exploded due to my intelligent comment...

haha, just making up stories to release some steam, but the string and booklet thing actually happened, except for the prefect going to turn USJ into Hiroshima or Nagasaki

5 more papers to go...

damn...

Science is next...

Bilingual exams are fun...

Till next time...

Luck

I hate it when people wish me good luck for my SPM. They would usually say, "Wish you good luck for ur SPM". Immediately after their 'wish', i express my dissatisfaction towards it, and they will ask, why do i make such remarks. I mean, look at it this way, i've been busting my ass studying for this particular exam, and some bloke or chick will come up to me and wish me luck like i didnt do anything for the exam and depend solely on luck to get straight A1's. That ish pisses me off... Maybe my nervousness has brought me towards the edge and causing me to piss off at simple things like this, maybe, but i dont care...

Im one paranoid 17 year-old...

maybe its the pressure...

maybe its the drugs, or sugar rush, i dunno...

November 11th

"We will fight them in the beaches, in the air, on the land, Eeyor and Tigger!"

said Robin Williams about Winston Churchill because of Winston's alcohol addiction problem Robin said that some of Winston's greatest speeches were actually made by a man from the BBC who also made Winnie the Pooh, its kinda funny tho, i dunno about that, but what i know is that SPM is at the doorstep and all i can say is, bring it on beeeiiiitchhhh, haha...

Tuesday, first paper, Bahasa Melayu and after that is Sejarah, then we're back with BM again in the afternoon...

damn...

gotta recruit Pooh, Piglet and that owl with the kangaroo mother and her joey , see, i was raised with Transformers, not some soft Winnie the Pooh ish, so i dont know the name of the characters in the show...

till next time...

Pengukir Seni

One crazy dope ass matafakah who added me about last month. i thot he was another wack ass pussy matafakah who cant even rhyme but i decided to look into his profile anyway and all i can say is he is fucking dope with some sick malay tracks, go check the dude out...

Pengukir Seni

where were we?

SPM is in a week, i cant even find my fuckkkin timetable for spm. Fuck...

gotta get that thing...

but where?

i dunno...

till next time...

Well

im not so fucked up as i thot i was, u can actually keep the textbooks if u want for further reference and u can delay the time when u wanna give back the textbook. (i think its after spm, i dunno) Also, i just remembered that i bought my economics text book so i dont have to return it back to the school. Lucky me eh, jeah jeah...

SPM is in 11 days...

God, i hate that fact...

as Winston Churchill once said - "If you are going through hell, keep going"

i guess he is right...

where are my fireproof gear? im going into hell yo...

i know that in islam, the flames of hell are far more greater that the fire that we have on earth...

just do it...

thats nike's slogan, but what the heck...

till next time...

wha?

Its that time of the year folks, its the time when u gots to send back ur textbooks to the school. Its a gift from the government to the people to show that the government cares about the well being of the people under them and to lighten to burden of the people. Well there is a bright side in the administration and all, I guess. Im here not to discuss about politics, but about sending back these textbooks, now, i have one particular problem with this. SPM is coming up and i still depend on these textbooks (particularly, economics) because i dont really like to rely on reference books that are sold at bookstores everywhere, i dunno why. So, if i gotta give back these textbooks now, where the fuck am i gonna refer to?

the reality sucks and it bothers me...

those reference books may come in handy, i dunno, i guess...

gotta get me one of them reference books...

SPM is in less than 2 weeks...

goddamn...

till next time...

Indestructible

Thats right, im indestructible, master of spm! haha... its the latest song by Disturbed, called indestructible... its about the male instinct for supremacy to kill people and conquer people, and imma do that to spm, do listen...

Another mission,

The powers have called me away.
Another time,
To carry the colors again.
My motivation,
An oath I've sworn to defend.
To win the honor,
Of coming back home again.
No explanation,
Will matter after we begin.
Another dark destroyer that's buried within,
My true vocation.
And now my unfortunate friend,
You will discover,
A war you're unable to win.


I'll have you know,
That I've become...

Indestructible.
Determination that is incorruptible.
From the other side.
A terror to behold.
Annihilation will be unavoidable.
Every broken enemy will know,
That their opponent had to be invincible.
Take a last look around while you're alive,
I'm an indestructible master of war.


Another reason.
Another cause for me to fight.
Another fuse uncovered,
Now, for me to light.
My dedication,
To all that I've sworn to protect.
I carry out my orders,
Without a regret.
A declaration,
Embedded deep under my skin.
A permanent reminder,
Of how we began.
No hesitation,
When I am commanding the strike.
You need to know,
That you're in for the fight of your life.


You will be shown,
How I've become...


Indestructible.
Determination that is incorruptible.
From the other side.
A terror to behold.
Annihilation will be unavoidable.
Every broken enemy will know,
That their opponent had to be invincible.
Take a last look around while you're alive,
I'm an indestructible master of war.


I'm...

Indestructible.
Determination that is incorruptible.
From the other side.
A terror to behold.
Annihilation will be unavoidable.
Every broken enemy will know,
That their opponent had to be invincible.
Take a last look around while you're alive,
I am indestructible. (Indestructible.)


Indestructible
Determination that is incorruptible.
From the other side.
A terror to behold.
Annihilation will be unavoidable.
Every broken enemy will know,
That their opponent had to be invincible.
Take a last look around while you're alive,
I'm an indestructible master of war.

Gadgets

i gots a game and the bottom of the page, dunno why i picked that game, maybe shooting smileys to pass the time is kinda fun, i guess...

fortnight before the real deal...

spm is in 14 days, got my economics, commerce, english, maths, science and accounts ready, others, not sure yet, emcees/friends/people/martians pray for me as i take spm head on, thx weaver for the advice, i'll try my best to surpass this predicament. Forgive me if i have done wrong towards you whether it dissing ur ass so bad that u started to cry or burning ur house while you are away and shit.

See you till end of spm people...

which is December 3rd, look people, im not a science student and the government is trying to fuck us up by letting us go later than them...

They know accounts students have more fun...

Oh well...

Till next time...

bm is the silent killah

got the results, bm, failed, i mean come on matafakah, its BAHASA MELAYU and I am a freakkkin MALAY, and i FAILED THAT PAPER. How fucked up u can be when u fail BM? try failing the whole fuckkking thing when u fail BM, thats how fucked up u can get...

Hmm...

Gotsa get me a new nationality...

ah, forget about that...

till next time...

wha?

i gots like less than 30 days to SPM, damn...

Music From and Inspired by Classic Literature

Here it is, I got this mixtape a while ago, from The Rhymeweaver . Just heard the songs and all i can say is this mixtape is his best work yet.

Although with only 2 mixtapes under his belt, its quite obvious that he is here to stay due to his ability to flip classic literature into dope rap songs.
The clarity of his raps, the beats and the vivid story telling compels you to enjoy every single minute of the mixtape that consists of only 5 songs. U can actually see his effort by jumbling up things like his biography, the links to his blog, his myspace page, the emcees who collaborated with him, the lyrics of his songs and he even put in the original literature into the mixtape for references and this to me makes the 5 songs feel more than sufficient.

Personally, my favorite track in the whole mixtape is You Might Have Been, a song about the alternate history of Adolf Hitler and how he is actually a misunderstood child than a demon child. Do check out the details about the song in the mixtape because I may be wrong. But seriously, a song about the Fuhrer, with a hook sampled from Kelly Clarkson's Because of You and a piano driven beat sounds like it doesnt mix well but gotta give him props for making it sound beautiful.

I would give this mixtape a rating of 4 stars out of 5 because somehow although i said that 5 songs is enough, but to some, it might not be so and the lack of a malay song kinda disappointed me a little bit but other than that, the mixtape is very very dope...


All Hail Thee The Rhymeweaver.

Cheers.

End Of Trials, Beginning Of SPM

Now is not really a good time for me to fool around here and writing blogs or share my point of view with the world that doesnt give a shit of what i think. But, i do wanna write stuff about the way i see the world.

Anyways, trials is over, yay. Well, not so yay because guess what is around the corner? Besides raya, sunshine. SPM! yay me! i gots me fucked in accounts in trials and im still here fooling around, kinda stupid of me eh?
On the lighter side, my commerce marks were soaring high and for the first time in 2 years, my commerce teacher actually praised me. It's a good feeling, i think. If not, she would probably say that i lack enthusiasm/interest or just plain lazy to make an improvement in this subject. God bless my commerce teacher. Well, all of my teachers to be exact. i love all of em. (stop sucking up to the teachers, will ya?)

Till next time...

Fucked

Monday, Accounts, I, Was, Fucked. Like a virgin helplessly raped by 10 guys, like a antelope helplessly being chased by a herd of lions with only 3 legs available to use.
Cant wait for my Accounts marks...
waaa...

Trials eh?

Ini kira2 first post aku la dlm BM, teringin gak aku ber-blogging dlm bahasa ibunda. Minggu depan ni trial, aku leh tercongok kt sini dok menulis benda2 x berfaedah nih, pe nk buat, terlalu boring dikatakan. Minggu depan trials beb. Agak cuak aku disini, ngan buku x bukak nyer, ngan bunyi jimi hendrix keluar drpd speaker pc aku, lagu Voodoo Child. Ada gak cita2 nk main gitar mcm mamat nih, tp pikir dia mati awal, baik x yah la, simpan saja aku nyer cita2 tu, atleast rap kan ada. Alamak, lupa lak 2pac, Biggie, Big Pun ngan Big L dah mampuih. Adeih...

Gorehounds

jeah man, its the song from The Rhymeweaver, its in his profile, it features Familyboy of Rogue Squadron, and damn its fiyahhh, better believe it...

Gorehounds

Dishonesty ya'all

this is a song by band called cyrus, dont ask me why they name that, and the band members are friends of mine. They released a song named dishonesty and it is rocking my socks off (and guess what, im not wearing any). Anyways, here it is people, their latest song...

in here, come quick!

Screwed for trials

Well, I'll be leaving this blogging thing for a while to concentrate on my studies and ish, I'll be back after SPM i guess, do wait for me. I got lots of time to write shit you dont even care after SPM.

NS

hells yeah weh, i wasnt chosen to participate! as so i thought, the latest version of NS participants is gonna be on the papers tomorrow. I call it as NS version 2.0, still a BETA release with a few bugs in it. And guess what? its gonna be released tomorrow, with me pissing myself 2-3 times (look, i was nervous so, i didnt count the times i pissed myself). Im quite impressed of how important NS is, you see, nothing can make somebody piss in his pants more than SPM, and NS is doing a good job making us forget SPM for a while and make us piss ourselves over this. Anyways, wish me luck coz imma need it, praise Allah if I am not selected for tomorrow. If not, I still will praise Allah, as Master Oogway from Kung-Fu Panda once said, "There are no accidents". Yes, i took that from a cartoon movie, kinda sad eh? nah, i dont think so.

Good thoughts

I always think to myself, is really some part of me is dead? I dont think that Im the same person I was 2 years ago, as the happy-go-lucky kinda guy. Nowadays, I think too much. Stresses about SPM and the consequences i would face if i was to flunk this exam like what i did in PMR. Some say its due to maturity, maybe its true, maybe maturity has caught up with me. But in my opinion, it has more to do with guilt, the guilt of me actually screwing up in PMR makes me wanna push a little bit harder. Yes its a good thing but, come to think of it, maybe i think too much. Maybe i gotta relax a little bit. SPM is not the end of the world, inhale the fresh air, be thankful that im alive to see another day and praise to Allah who is there with me. Its gonna be a better day tomorrow...

Perlis Collective

yea2, its kinda late for me to post this, but this is a sick track from Dment and his crew/clique/whatever you want to call it. It features a femcee and one dope femcee. Its been a while since ive heard a femcee rapped like this, the beat is sick but the mixing kinda ruins the fun a little bit but i had fun listening to it, its malaysian lyricism ya'all, wakaka....

check it out here

SPM eh?

damn, its been a while since i've been here, but its all good to actually write a blog about my boring self and how fun it is to waste time by telling the world about my opinions when spm is coming. Yes, its coming, its just a matter of time, well, time isnt really my best ally nowadays, keeps screwing me up, putting me on my toes. As my BM teacher always say to the class "the waters of spm already drowned all of you and you dont really care, do you?."
well, its not that i dont really care, this thing actually decides your future for you.
i think they should actually have motto or a catchphrase, or anything that goes synonymous with spm like
"SPM, if you dont study, its ok, we'll screw your life for you." and guess what? its like 90+ days to SPM, well, maybe its 80+ days, depending on the time your reading this blog. Now im going to kill myself after this blog because i rather do that than being choked by SPM to death.

society

this is the 2nd post from me, what i noticed about my blog is that the spelling of marshmallow, yes, its a wrong spelling, my bad. I just came back from a wedding at Shah Alam, the capital of Selangor. It was in a hall in a place which I dont even know the location, im just in the car just staring blindingly at the buildings while my family are trying to search for the place where the wedding was held. There were 3 entrances but only 1 was opened today, so we just went around the place for a few times before we actually found the entrance. The place is extravagant, well, based on my past experiences, well, this is like the first time where i went to a place like this. With Dato and Datins everywhere. Im thinking to myself, wow, this is how the rich actually have their weddings.

I have always been to them wedding ceremonies where it was held near the bride's house. With caterers everywhere with hair filled with hair gels. Its my relative's wedding (im not quite sure how we are related, all i know is that we are related). With mercedes benz cars filling the parking lots. This was truly something. As I was eating the food served there, my friend text me, and we were talking about something (not quite sure), and he said something about weddings now because i said that i was at the hall attending the wedding ceremony. He said that how the Malay community has changed. In the old days, we used to have everyone in the community help out in a 'Gotong Royong', now its just held in halls, with caterers serving the food.

What is actually happening to us? what happened to the times when everyone taking part to helping out a fellow neighbour? Is malay culture really dying in the heart of the community? Even the government is making campaigns because the malay culture is dying, we truly are people which heavily influenced by the west that we forget about our own culture. So ask yourself, are we really going to let our culture die just like that?

first day

well, this is like, the first time i actually done something like this, this is truly a new experience, im actually feeling quite hyped up about this. Before, i have read blogs from another blogger by the name of dafrosty and seeing him posting blogs about current events kinda makes me want to make my own blog and actually display it for the world to see. For today, im gonna actually write about my favourite music genre. Hip Hop, a music genre often discriminated as a music which promotes violence, with music videos filled with half-naked girls, alcohol all over the place and all of that ish. In 2006, Nas, released his latest album called Hip Hop is dead through def jam, a record label in the US. There were mixed reactions from the title of the album. The question is, is it really dead?

Now, lets look at it this way. When the pioneers of hip hop created rap, it was purely creative lyricism, from the early ages of hip hop to the golden age of hip hop, where rappers or mcs like Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap, Rakim innovated complex rhyming which is considered as ahead of its time. To the 90's where there were rappers like Biggie Smalls, 2pac Shakur, Nas, Jay-Z. So, what actually went wrong? What happen to the times when poetry is still the heart of hip hop? Now television and radios everywhere are airing songs like Crank Dat, Ay bay bay and all of that ish. Not that im actually blaming rappers from the South for killing rap because the South has some quality rappers like Chamillionaire, Outkast and many others.

When i discussed with my friend, dafrosty, about hip hop, he said that even hip hop in KL is not how it used to be. Rap isn't like it when it was in the early 2000's, no more hip hop gigs in KL now. Most of them local rappers are moving to Singapore because they embraced hip hop more than Malaysia. So, my conclusion is Hip Hop is officially dead as far as the Malaysian music scene is concerned.