Music 4lyf3

A few minutes ago, I watched a movie entitled "August Rush". I was driven to watch this movie when my friend, Hakim, said the song that my KYUEM senior, Kashif and my junior, Aidin performed during our End Of Sem Dinner, was inspired by this movie. This is the poster of the movie.

It was starred by Freddie Highmore, Keri Russell, Johnathan Rhys Meyers, Robin Williams and loads of other talented actors. I know I'm a bit late since this movie came out in 2007, but it just, blew me off.

I really don't understand why this movie only got a 7.4/10 rating on IMDb (The Internet Movie Database). Maybe, not everyone likes movies based on music. Maybe they prefer cheesy chick flicks over music, I don't know and I won't judge. This movie shows how music connects a son with his parents. I'm not giving anything away for those who haven't watched it so don't worry. 

The soundtracks were super good. The story line was good. It was perfect. At least for me. It really made me feel like I'm just, flying, listening to the music. Frankly, I love music very very much. I try to sing, I try to play the guitars, and I try to dance. Sadly I didn't receive the magical natural talent that some people have. I had to learn it by myself. I envy the kids who can afford music classes very much and I am very much pissed off at the ones who don't appreciate what they have. If I had the chance, I would give up college and learn music instead. I can do it all my life, until I die. I really would if I could. 

But I couldn't.

Responsibility. That's what keeping me alive through college. Even though it's hard, even though its not my main interest, I have to. If I'm just thinking of myself, I would rather join ASWARA (Akademi Seni Budaya dan Warisan) or some Music Academy in Malaysia. But, I can't. I must not be selfish. I thought of my parents, my brothers and sisters. I'm studying in college because of them, because of Allah.

In spite of all the hardships, music is still in my heart. I still learn new songs from time to time. I sing in my college, jam with my bros. Without it, I'd be lost. Everyone has their own music. Everyone has their own sound. 

"I believe in music... The way that some people believe in fairy tales." - 

                                                                               Freddie Highmore (August Rush, 2007)

Yeah bebi

Here I am to tell you a story about how the dead guy flew up in the air and caught a ball with his legs. At the beginning of the story the guy (lets name him Jack) Jack was jumping some rope. he loves jumping ropes. Usually girls jump ropes, but Jack wasn't a girl.

He was the boy who jumped rope.

While Jack was jumping rope, he looked to his right. He saw a glimpse of yellow light. He thought it was a shiny stuff. He was right. So he crouched, to take a closer look. What he saw was this

A white diamond shiny van. So magnificent, so maleficent, so vincent. He then took the shiny stuff and returned home, leaving his rope with no one jumping it. As soon as he got home, he hurried to his room, excited to uncover the mysteries that the shiny can might hold. Maybe it contains a genie, who lived thousands of years, waiting for him to relieve him of his prison. Or maybe it is the Mystery Machine in the Scooby Doo series, covered in fake diamonds, or real diamonds, he suppose. He didn't know, so his curiosity got over him. He wanted to know. He needed to know. Tell him baby girl coz he need to know.

He went down to the garage at the back of his house to get some tools and stuff. He took out some screwdrivers, pliers, hammers, Mjolnir, the works. Anything that he can use to achieve his lifelong dream. Okay this wasn't his life- okay I don't know why I'm typing this. Let's continue.

He grabbed the pliers, trying to take the wheel off. But, he thought to himself: "the van looks nice."

He stopped, and left the van as it is, and strutted off to continue jumping rope.

This was a story of the boy who jumped rope.

KYUEM

It's almost the end of my 2nd semester here. Which means its the end of our senior's 4th semester. Their last. KYUEM is the place where you mingle around with everyone, not segregating seniors or juniors. I was in a boarding school and juniors don't mix with seniors, and they to bagi salam each time they pass by us, and call us 'abang' and so on. But in KY, everything's different.

We literally have to mix with seniors because we live in a house system, where all students are divided into four houses like the one on Harry Po'er. Yes Harry Po'er. I sounded Bri'ish don't 'ai. Anyway, the seniors will have to work together with  us to win inter-house events, where the points will be accumulated to determine which house deserves the House Cup. Nais nais nais.

Throughout my 2 semesters here, we did everything with the seniors. They are awesome friends. They don't treat us like 'juniors', they treat us like equals. We hang out together, we dine together, we sing songs together, we jam, we watch movies together, we crack jokes together, study together, played games together and a whole lot of other things. We are bros. Now here's a song I dedicate to the male seniors.

It's sad to realize that they are leaving us. Before, we see them everyday, walk past them on the walkway, they will smile every time they see us, say hi to us. They treat us like family.

We can't do anything about it, they are moving on, past A Levels and one step further to their dream university, their future. Soon, all of us will have to do the same. It is a phase that every student goes through. I do hope we will still be in contact with the seniors, both 13.0  and 13.5's. I won't mention names, because all of you guys are awesome.

Yes. I did take the photo from Zchii. Credits to Zchii for le photos. I can't seem to find any photos of all the batch 13.5 seniors though. Sorry in advance.

Without you guys, we won't survive in this jungle. 

We love you guys. Don't ever forget us.

Late night propagandas

"Unnngghhhh" said Krispy Kreme, at the end of his famous 'The Baddest' video. It reached almost 200,000 views in a few months. Here's a link to the video, KRISPY KREMEEEEEE . I highly suggest that you guys watch it, as he's the baddest of them all.

Its 2 minutes to 2am, I'm here writing this down maybe because I don't have early classes next morning (Its block 336), I'm not sleepy or, I am a were-owl.

Okay that was lame.

Anyway, lets not talk about problems, how you are sad, and how you are living in this cruel world with no one to love and everyone hates you and shit. Stop that crap.

Yes, a lot of people hate you. Yes, you annoy the shit out of everybody. Yes, you are a fat shitface that were never better than anyone else. You are all of that. Everything that those people say about you behind your back is true. For example, in the movies, when people hate each other they ignore each other. But what if everyone, at the same time, hate you? For example, you live in a community of 500 people, and 499 of them hates you. What do you do? Do you hate them back? Do you give up and leave the community, try to start over? Kill yourself?

If you even thought of one of those ways to end your misery, you are a loser. A frikkin loser that have no guts, no balls to even do something about it.

What people fail to see nowadays is that you have to face yourself. You know yourself better than anyone else, no one else knows what's in your heart, in your mind, unless you meet Professor X or Jean Gray heh heh heh, k. Have you ever heard of the saying "You cannot please everyone"? This is true. You can never please every single people. But, yes there's a but. But, you have to try. Some people just go ape shit and say "Oh, I don't do this to please you, I can't please everyone, and as long as I'm happy." Wtfasdfasfkmlsburger.  Wrong. You have to first try to be happy, without displeasing anyone.

When people (let's name him B) do stuff like making loud noise while rooting for their football team (example), yes. B have no intention of displeasing others, B only thought of B's happiness, excitement and what not, and not even a single fck was given to others. When other's do the same when B's studying or anything, he gets mad. You see the point?

You can be happy. Happiness is for everyone. But, you have to think of others too. Unless you live in your own world, to be more specific, you have mental problems where you can't think anymore. You live, to please others actually. For Muslims, you live to please Allah S.W.T. For others, you live to please your own  God. You have to please your boss. You have to please your friends. You have to please your parents by getting good grades in school, and most importantly, you have to please yourself.

Uh that was far away from the first point, so back to the first point. Sit back, think, and somebody, what did you do wrong. Where's the hate coming from. Once you figure it out, try to beat it. Haters are the ones making you stronger. For artists like Justin Bieber or Usher (I can't think of any other artists right now so don't judge me.) their haters actually pointed out where they did wrong, and where they should improve, even though the language they used wasn't as subtle as cream cappuccino. Take criticism, and use it to fix yourself.

I don't know I even thought about writing this post at this time (2.48am). Maybe its cliche and all, but I think this is quite important. I learned this in my years in school, through my experiences, my friend's experiences and maybe movies and video games. Mostly video games. K no its experiences.

Video games. I don't know.

Confidence

Some people find it hard to be confident. I was once a shy person too. But out of nowhere, confidence embraced me. I'll tell you my story later.

To me, extreme shyness is a disease. Some people can't seem to even look at other people because of their shyness. They think they are inferior to other people. This leads to a lot of hopes and dreams not achievable. You've seen teen movies with dudes that are shy, he didn't let the girl know how he feels, and loses the girl to some dumb jerk right? Also, a girl (I didn't want to be called sexist so, yeah.) who lost a promotion in her workplace because she wasn't confident enough to seize the opportunity that her boss gave her. Well this is an easy example of what we are trying to avoid.

Improve Your Physical Appearance, dude. This is very clear. Fat people don't always get what they want because of their physical appearance. Yes, everyone have the right to be happy as they are, but, you have to think in a bigger picture. If you were the boss/interviewer/customer/designer/male/female/atheist or any person in the whole wide world, if you have to choose between two extremely good lawyers, with the same personality, same grades, same great ideas, same everything, and the only difference is their physical appearance, who would you choose?

You would choose the fit one rather than the fat one, of course.

Go out! Be healthy, do some sports a few days a week and work out some sweat. If you don't feel healthy, you can't live your live to the fullest. Improving your outer game DOES improve your inner game. 


Expand Your Comfort Zone. Do you even know why you're shy? It's because you don't dare to be confident. You fear the bad things that  might happen (People laughing at you, being scolded, etc.) This pessimistic thinking, this fear is what stopping you from being confident. So how do we overcome fear? You face it.

Do you think public speakers have the balls to go in front and talk non stop for 15 minutes on their first time?  No frikkin hell. They practice, repeatedly. They go out multiple times until they get used to it, get comfortable with speaking in front of an audience. So try everything that you once fear, get comfortable, and  gain confidence laik a mafaka.

I would write more stuff, but my I'm typing this since 4am so, yeah. 

p.s: 3. Get it? PS3? The video game console? Oh damn I'm hilarious.

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