<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572</id><updated>2012-01-18T20:10:26.379+08:00</updated><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Humour'/><category term='Gear'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Rantings'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>The poetry of murder ®</title><subtitle type='html'>reviews of music, movies,art, original literature and poetry, from a slightly 'different' malaysian point of view.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-3922377136367395610</id><published>2011-04-04T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T04:06:57.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Kolbenfaust Songs here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMDE4NjA4ODY*NDYmcHQ9MTMwMTg2MDk5NjAxOSZwPTI3MDgxJmQ9cHJvX3BsYXllcl9maXJzdF9nZW4mZz*xJm89/NmUyMWE5MTZiY2QxNDkyMmFjNzZmN2UxOTI*OWFlYTQmb2Y9MA==.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="262" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cache.reverbnation.com/widgets/swf/40/pro_widget.swf?id=artist_949398&amp;amp;posted_by=&amp;amp;skin_id=PWAS1005&amp;amp;background_color=EEEEEE&amp;amp;border_color=000000&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;shuffle=false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cache.reverbnation.com/widgets/swf/40/pro_widget.swf?id=artist_949398&amp;amp;posted_by=&amp;amp;skin_id=PWAS1005&amp;amp;background_color=EEEEEE&amp;amp;border_color=000000&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;shuffle=false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" quality="best" width="262" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click Play and Listen to it as many time as you like, help us climb the underground charts and get noticed hehe. Feel free to download too, pretty soon were releasing proper quality recordings of these songs and more. So who knows, the live mp3 you downloaded might just become rare stuff someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://www.reverbnation.com/widgets/trk/40/artist_949398//t.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-3922377136367395610?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3922377136367395610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=3922377136367395610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3922377136367395610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3922377136367395610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2011/04/kolbenfaust-songs-here.html' title='Kolbenfaust Songs here!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-814394445967937317</id><published>2011-03-15T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:04:17.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>...................</title><content type='html'>The silent shiny razor blade rest at my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end but the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reminding myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lower, I have felt more pain before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to obliterate the world from my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments of peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before everything comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disjointed memories of a bleeding heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting in and out of consciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in God’s name has it come to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reach out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only silence escaped my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments of enlightenment followed by weeks of depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every waking hour another knife twists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiny little razor blade still rest at my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not going to see any action tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a night of silent contemplation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put everything back in their proper place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world can be a better place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fight on a little longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rusty old razor blade will always be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My silent friends who lead me into darkness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-814394445967937317?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/814394445967937317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=814394445967937317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Kolbenfaust</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMDAxMzI*NjA4MDgmcHQ9MTMwMDEzMjQ2NTY1OCZwPTI3MDgxJmQ9YmFubmVyX2ZpcnN*X2dlbiZnPTEmbz*2ZTIx/YTkxNmJjZDE*OTIyYWM3NmY3ZTE5MjQ5YWVhNCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/c./a4/2287336/949398/Artist/949398/Artist/link"&gt;&lt;img alt="Kolbenfaust" border="0" src="http://www.reverbnation.com/c./a3/2287336/949398/Artist/949398/Artist/res.gif?1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quantcast.com/p-05---xoNhTXVc" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-05---xoNhTXVc.gif" style="display: none" border="0" height="1" width="1" alt="Quantcast" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my band here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Kolbenfaust'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-5794289431790855111</id><published>2010-04-19T04:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:53:29.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>10 storeys up...</title><content type='html'>the view from up here, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks so tranquil, so inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing your end from up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonders how it feels like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so calm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-5794289431790855111?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5794289431790855111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=5794289431790855111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5794289431790855111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5794289431790855111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-storeys-up.html' title='10 storeys up...'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-6036276939052547277</id><published>2010-02-14T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:53:52.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Valentines...</title><content type='html'>In this darkness&lt;br /&gt;there is no room for love&lt;br /&gt;there is no room for anger or hate&lt;br /&gt;no room for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;there is only clarity&lt;br /&gt;to see in black and white&lt;br /&gt;devoid of all that blinds&lt;br /&gt;clarity&lt;br /&gt;which gives a sign of light&lt;br /&gt;where there is no room&lt;br /&gt;In this darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to all, and happy valentines, to those who give a damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-6036276939052547277?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/6036276939052547277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=6036276939052547277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/6036276939052547277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/6036276939052547277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines...'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-1008661733331555232</id><published>2010-02-08T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:33:05.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuching, Sarawak, Malaysia.</title><content type='html'>Where i was raised for 23-24 odd years or so of my life. A place where I called home, at first, just for the fact that I have lived here most of my life, and that my parents reside here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all changed, throughout this past holiday season however, I now call it home, because it is where i found my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first came home feeling distant,cold and empty, with every single shadow reminding me of the reasons why I chose to leave so easily in the first place. Every face, mocking me of my failures, insecurities and shortcomings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say that I carry around too much excess baggage.  Yes,that, I am guilty of. &lt;br /&gt;But for those who know my condition, it’s only natural for me to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I chose a dark path, to block out all those memories that dragged me down all this while. Avoiding all those that were connected to my life somehow. In hope, of moving forwards.  But all it did was drag me further, drifting further away from society, pushing away the ones that really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day it hit me, everything in this world, has a sense of balance. An equilibrium that you won’t notice until you step out of yourself for a minute, and take in your whole surroundings at once, feeling, NOT analyzing every single detail. And that every person you interact with, makes you react, think, and feel in a certain way.  And now, I understand why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forces of gravity, that affects human beings, which have for thousands of years, being explained as, Astrology and the Zodiac signs. But I simply believe, it’s just gravity, the gravity that we radiate from ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Einstein might love to prove me wrong, as the Sun and Moons gravitational forces only directly affect substantial masses, like the earth and its seas. Were not substantial masses, no way near it, but, think about it, our feet still lands on the ground, and we do find ourselves attracted to others more than some, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------PART 2--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the heavy partying, fun and games and sleepless nights that went on back home, what really mattered to me and inspired me was the company I was with, and that I wouldn’t trade it for the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what I really wanted to say is, thank you, to all those people that have affected my life in one way or another, and that this holiday season has made me really appreciate all of you, whether you realize it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two Sagittarian parents, who always taught me to shoot for the stars, while keeping my head low and always offering comfort when im distressed.&lt;br /&gt;My brother, the Libra, who’s always weighing and analyzing everything we both do.&lt;br /&gt;My best friends in Kuching; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert Steve, the indecisive Gemini, who gives me clear insights on my options and decisions in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Foster, the cynical Aquarius, who is headstrong in his beliefs on realism, never fails to make me have a reality check whenever I think I’m drifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shehu Waili, the eccentric Capricorn, who puts his faith in me, realising my Arian leadership qualities or such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friends in KL,&lt;br /&gt;Greg Bajien the Leo, and Clifton Dile, the Scorpio, while both being aggressive signs, make it easier and more familiar for me settling down in my new surroundings.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And to a certain Leo in Kuching, who taught me how to just let loose, have fun and separate my emotions from getting in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a toast to all of you, and to those I failed to mention, thank you all the same, it really means a lot to me and I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Adam&lt;br /&gt;Aries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-1008661733331555232?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1008661733331555232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=1008661733331555232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1008661733331555232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1008661733331555232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2010/02/kuching-sarawak-malaysia.html' title='Kuching, Sarawak, Malaysia.'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-1917820654760763107</id><published>2010-02-07T03:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T04:11:33.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>WHAT A YEAR ITS BEEN SO FAR!!!</title><content type='html'>WOW. i totally neglected my blog for a good year. and what a year its proven to been. alot of things have changed since my last entry. mostly personal issues, but all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more interesting note..my favorite guitar, Korean made Ibanez RG7321 7 string, got stolen, along with my favorite Digitech Hardwire TL-2 Metal Distortion, somewhere between end of December to early January. The stuff was at my friend Gregs house at the time, we were back in Kuching for the holidays when someone broke into his place and took my stuff, along with his Ibanez Iceman IC400, Plasma TV, DVD player, most of his work clothes etc... and even finished the tuak in his fridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month later, we managed to track down the thief, and recover most of our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for the CIA, so the asshole chose the wrong guy to jack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, he was dumb enough to try sell both our guitars on mudah.com.my, Malaysia's equivalent to Ebay. Of course we grew suspicious as suddenly two guitars that fit the description of ours ended up posted on the site on the same day. So i posed as a potential buyer, sent an email, and after a few days, he called me regarding the items. A phone call, that would prove very regretful....to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that he was actually a boyfriend to one of Gregs sisters friend, who has been to his place a couple of times and managed to steal one of their spare keys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short, we met, he fled, we got our guitars back, cops found out that the car he drove was also stolen, and a little more digging led us to find that there were many more theft cases against him. And hes only 20 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i cant say more than that since its an ongoing investigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, playing in a death metal band right now, with Greg on lead guitars, Nick on bass, Jeremy Balong on drums, and Aziz vocals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been much more fun than the previous radio-friendly-indie-pop-jazz wannabe band i played in where i felt disconnected from my true musical soul. yes im taking a stab at my previous band. deal with it guys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently finished recording guitar tracks for 2 songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever come across a band called "Kolbenfaust" in Klang Valley area gigs. do say hello &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, the name is in German. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we like German.....and hot Latinas. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-1917820654760763107?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1917820654760763107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=1917820654760763107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1917820654760763107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1917820654760763107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-year-its-been-so-far.html' title='WHAT A YEAR ITS BEEN SO FAR!!!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-7542297436418726096</id><published>2009-02-05T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:37:01.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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(PART 1)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;By: Jeremy Adam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;"Someone said 'football is a matter of life and death to you' and I said 'Listen…. it's more important than that'." — &lt;span style=""&gt;Bill Shankly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Back in the day, when going to the stadium to watch Malaysian football was at least exciting, Bill Gates was just some street punk trying to make a quick buck, BIG hair was still in fashion and owning a 14 inch television was considered a luxury, live television telecasts of international/foreign football matches were somewhat scarce, save for the really big events. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was no daily ESPN Sports Center Live, we had Gillette World of Sports that was usually reporting sports news a week or two too late.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was no &lt;i style=""&gt;Soccernet.espn.go.com&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Eurosports.co.uk&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i style=""&gt;Goal.com&lt;/i&gt; to keep us updated. We had Match and Shoot magazines with pull-out posters of the top and up and coming players and teams. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was no Sky Sports Super Sunday or Nokia Football Crazy. There was however, the legendary &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Dunhill Road&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; to Wembley, whose introduction theme song will be forever etched in the minds of football fans of that era. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;******************************************************&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Even though resources were limited, this did not keep us from pulling all our material together. The admiration for the valor, intrigue and glamour of the footballing world was too much for us to do without.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;We regularly snuck our copies of Match, Shoot or whatever football related articles to school to be swapped or traded among each other as buying each and every weeks issue was a daunting task for a 7 year old, hoping it didn’t get confiscated by the class teacher or goody-two-shoes class prefect. We would then compare all the data we managed to fathom and debate on who was our favorite player, usually for reasons that we thought made sense back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Clubs, teams, strategies and tactics meant nothing to us at that stage, it was the individual players skills and quality that left us idolizing the likes of Ian Rush, Diego Maradona, Roberto Baggio, Juergen Klinsmann, Lothar Matthaus ,Franco Baresi and many others that we’d nickname ourselves after during recess period as we kicked a tennis ball around the school court. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I myself, even though usually played as a goalkeeper back then (and still do until now) had an admiration for Roberto Baggio and his somewhat magical exploits in Italy, even if I only got to see glimpses of his magic in clips and highlights shown on the news and the aforementioned delayed for what-seems-to-be-forever telecast of Gillete World of Sports.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;As I had finally ‘matured’ enough to understand the concept and importance of the footballing Club or team, day by day I would grow fonder, not only for the game or player, but also for his club at the time, Juventus, which I diligently researched through magazines and news articles, and sometimes, sneakily going through each an every of my Dads VHS tapes in hope that he had recorded some of the odd live matches that were shown on TV back then. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;This however, would all soon change. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;……………………to be continued. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-7542297436418726096?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7542297436418726096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=7542297436418726096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/7542297436418726096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/7542297436418726096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2009/02/goal-part-1.html' title='GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (PART 1)'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-8813191305884818355</id><published>2008-12-01T06:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:06:49.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>HELLO!KUCHING &amp; SATOK FEST!</title><content type='html'>its about time i typed something other than assignments and googling nonsense out of boredome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a busy weekend this week, played in two seperate bands on saturday and sunday, both at the Kuching Waterfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first was an event called HELLO!Kuching organized by a funky group of dudes which can be found at &lt;a href="http://ilovekuching.com"&gt;ilovekuching.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played in a band called funkarama which is made up mostly by my college mates, played songs from sheila majid,estrella,alter bridge and FERGIE...yes....G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S! muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a fun event although we were caught in the middle of a thunder storm, but as they say, the show must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another fun factor was that it was, what i believe to be the first time that my mom ever saw me on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday night we played in front of an older crowd that were glued to their seats, most of them waiting for the bands to be over and done with so they could commence their little karoeke competition that was held at the same venue. big sux to all you's who didnt even lift a finger to applaud the hard working bands such as Libretto ( WHO KICKED ASS BIG TIME!, managed to grab their EP titled DISC:LOSURE which is fucking awesome!) and Guru who showed bucket loads of energy on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my band for the night was named Rona, a local sarawak malay slang meaning "colour" which comprised of Azrena on vocals, Azmil on 2nd guitar, Azri on drums, A-a on bass, and me with the flamethrower :). notice how all the other band members name starts with the letter "A"..i feel so misplaced hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played songs such as, ternyata - estrella (again), Hilang by Garasi, an indonesian ballad by Ari Lasso &amp;amp; Bunga Cita Lestari(donno how to speelll haha) which i have no idea what the song title is. and Wild world by Cat Stevens/Mr Big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noticed how i failed to mention bands such as TOOL, A perfect circle, sepultura etc............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats probably the first time when the closest thing i played to a heavy song is one by Cat Stevens. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will get pics up once i get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS for my own band, redqueen.....well...................its still dormant for now, waiting to be revived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the new vocalist can kick ass and were still searching for a temporary replacement on drums for wak who is in K.L for now. The good news is, original band member, Mark has agreed to make a comeback on bass, now that hes back in kuching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what weve planed for redqueen so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A QUALITY recording for dear departed and mirrorwall.&lt;br /&gt;recording of a few new songs namely 'aeroplanes'.&lt;br /&gt;also working on some instrumental stuff and dont be suprised if some of the poetry here end up reincarnated as songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: If you like Radiohead, Mogwai, Sigur Ross, Explosions in the sky, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU MUST&lt;/span&gt; check out libretto, they can be found &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/librettoband"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Dont be fooled by the low quality of some of their older recordings posted on the site. The tracks on their DISC:LOSURE EP is pure CLASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-8813191305884818355?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8813191305884818355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=8813191305884818355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8813191305884818355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8813191305884818355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2008/12/hellokuching-satok-fest.html' title='HELLO!KUCHING &amp; SATOK FEST!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-1722759224719246272</id><published>2008-09-16T04:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T05:05:18.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/SM7Nw0zpAlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LltOMnfaZuw/s1600-h/lgsp0041%2Bthis-is-anfield-liverpool-football-club-badge-liverpool-football-club-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/SM7Nw0zpAlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LltOMnfaZuw/s320/lgsp0041%2Bthis-is-anfield-liverpool-football-club-badge-liverpool-football-club-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246356854625862226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA........ a big WELCOME TO ANFIELD to MAncHester UNiTed!!!! Yes..i know how youre going to say that we were lucky, you didnt have Cristiano ROnaldo bla bla bla bla.....matter of fact is, We didnt have our two 'best' players on the pitch till Gerrard came on for the last 20mins or so...yet we outplayed you for a good 60 minutes on the field. But thanks to Van Der Sar and Wes Brown anyway, saved our boys from having to waste their energy to blast the ball in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly im supporting Chelsea for the next match against M.U. maybe finally i can see M.U in the bottom 3 of the league hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been having a good laugh reading the local newspapers recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are about to/or have brought up 'racially sensitive' issues about others. think hard. have you done anything that might offend others yourselves while it being the norm for you? Remember, when you point a finger at others, there are 3 of your own fingers pointing back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian. Selamat Berpecah Puasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-1722759224719246272?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1722759224719246272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=1722759224719246272&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1722759224719246272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1722759224719246272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2008/09/youll-never-walk-alone.html' title='YOU&apos;LL NEVER WALK ALONE!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/SM7Nw0zpAlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LltOMnfaZuw/s72-c/lgsp0041%2Bthis-is-anfield-liverpool-football-club-badge-liverpool-football-club-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-1795491217406692739</id><published>2008-09-02T06:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:53:23.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>being controversial is fun...being dramatic is just plain shallow.</title><content type='html'>haha im back!!!! its been a while. first of all happy fasting month to all my muslim family,friends and enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i acknowledge that alot of people hate my ass. so what? its only fair, i hate alot of ppl too..i cant have all the fun now can i? hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find that too many malaysians...and people in general live in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see...youre denying it right now. point proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, like ive mentioned a few posts back, i still find some people around me being overly dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand prefer to be controversial. yes...i like to light the spark which leads to a good burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama kings and queens only see a little smoke and act like the whole forest burn down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where have i been all this while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....medication has made me....normal...dull...just like the next guy...bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i didnt take em these few days!!! and look where it landed me!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually along the way ive found a new hobby. or at least a new way of executing the hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive always been a sucker for d.i.y scale models and R.C models, but after my ex-maid destroyed most of my collectibles by stacking it all in a box, i sorta gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...ive sorta started again, and this is what ive ended up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/SLxsuGrg9aI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Gk-HqviAr4g/s1600-h/66200725055PM10221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/SLxsuGrg9aI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Gk-HqviAr4g/s320/66200725055PM10221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241183605675324834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DRIFT SUCKAZZZ!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...cant afford to buy a flashy turbocharged rwd japanese import.....so had to settle for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/SLxtgBQ_G5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/DU3A_N4f4yo/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/SLxtgBQ_G5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/DU3A_N4f4yo/s320/DSC00004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241184463215336338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no its not a toy....well...technically yeah...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/SLxuWP0afXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DkuiI5HH1Ps/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/SLxuWP0afXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DkuiI5HH1Ps/s320/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241185394834963826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my first 2 bodyshells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well yeah...im into RC drifting nowadays...its kinda fun...and it kinda stops me from being too anti-social in a way. Joined a competition recently which was held at THE SPRING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that day was way fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originally the comp was set to be held on saturday. but somehow it shifted earlier to friday. without anyone informing me proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadnt slept the whole night,had a few errands to run in the morning and i was having lunch at the spring and stayed on till evening where i met a friend who was a co-organizer of the event. He looked at me, somewhat confused at my 'selamba-ness' and asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ey, you tak jadi join ka?".........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTF!!!!!TODAY KA!?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" MR X didnt tell you meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HELL NO,....... SONUVABITCH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had to race back home, grab my gear was almost disqualified for being late AND my car just had to have PMS on that day...my battery wasnt charged enough, and my pinion gear was loose. fixed it barely in time for my qualifying run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..overall i got 9th. not bad for a fucken NOOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im proud to say that i was the first and only contestant to crash and break through the track barrier haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill do a post on drifting,both RC and real drifting some other time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better stop now before i get too long winded like some people i know. ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-1795491217406692739?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1795491217406692739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=1795491217406692739&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1795491217406692739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1795491217406692739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2008/09/being-controversial-is-funbeing.html' title='being controversial is fun...being dramatic is just plain shallow.'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/SLxsuGrg9aI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Gk-HqviAr4g/s72-c/66200725055PM10221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-9115048877884166336</id><published>2008-04-23T07:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:41:14.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didnt take my sleeping pills hahaha.....</title><content type='html'>celaka itu John ak Riise....oh well..shit happens to the best of us mate. we still have the next leg in Stamford Bridge. hmmh. You'll Never Walk &lt;s&gt; Again &lt;/s&gt; Alone.!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been in and out of the hospital so much these few months i actually memorize the damn floor plan and how many CCTV's they have on each corner....soon id be able to memorize all the nurses bra-sizes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being a year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when theres unfinished business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my sleeping pills. they make me sleep.i hate sleep. hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a love hate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do love these tho...yum yum yum yum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.drugstoretm.com/app/webroot/img/lexapro_large_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 201px;" src="http://www.drugstoretm.com/app/webroot/img/lexapro_large_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is not an ad you moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post didnt make sense. i think i need a dose now. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-9115048877884166336?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/9115048877884166336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=9115048877884166336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/9115048877884166336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/9115048877884166336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-didnt-take-my-sleeping-pills-hahaha.html' title='i didnt take my sleeping pills hahaha.....'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-3583539583772393086</id><published>2008-03-25T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:05:08.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>And I won't breathe so you can recover</title><content type='html'>listening to the same three songs over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;thank you chris corner,&lt;br /&gt;for  taking"this will make you love again", "spit it out" and "missile".&lt;br /&gt;out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im staring at a blank screen. empty.&lt;br /&gt;just like my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures of that gun inside my mind slowly fades away.&lt;br /&gt;but the feelings stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the demons finally showed their faces, after 10 years of taking a back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're both saying to me now -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"push away your fears&lt;br /&gt;cos this will cure you&lt;br /&gt;just push away your fears&lt;br /&gt;cos this will kill you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and over again&lt;br /&gt;just like the songs in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe somethings weren't meant to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;but what if we could?&lt;br /&gt;would we try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelings never make sense.&lt;br /&gt;so does making metaphors out of similes.&lt;br /&gt;or letting someone else argue with your demons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-3583539583772393086?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3583539583772393086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=3583539583772393086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3583539583772393086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3583539583772393086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-i-wont-breathe-so-you-can-recover.html' title='And I won&apos;t breathe so you can recover'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-7008490348228758861</id><published>2008-03-19T04:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T04:53:48.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going postal!!!! kaboom baby!!! KABOOOM!!!</title><content type='html'>Ive been told i suffer from post-traumatic stress-disorder. pffft...whatever that is.  I think im more borderline bi-polar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but id rather go &lt;blink&gt;POSTAL&lt;/blink&gt; on your candy ass! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-7008490348228758861?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7008490348228758861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=7008490348228758861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/7008490348228758861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/7008490348228758861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/going-postal-kaboom-baby-kabooom.html' title='going postal!!!! kaboom baby!!! KABOOOM!!!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-4627868260711408990</id><published>2008-02-15T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T03:31:39.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOA....im alive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY FIRST POST OF THE YEAR!AND YOU ALL THOUGHT I DIED! &lt;/span&gt;hahahhaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the right time to start posting again, cos i can wish everyone a happy new year, chinese new year and valentines all at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..been busy...studies...and writing music again.....and almost killing a few people along the way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the band played a gig at miami bar end of last month...sadly without our frontman who had personal errands. But as they say, the show must go on. and it did. shuffled the lineup a little, with Daus taking up vocal duty at the very last minute, End going back to his most familiar position behind the drums and with new recruit Ernest on Bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah for more info on that just click on the bands myspace link somewhere here on the blog, or our channel [V] amp site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, music wise, my guitarist Shawn, has wrote a few other songs (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;with me taking up a more backseat role,solely as a musician...but at the same time also as co-producer....ok i just confused myself as well &lt;/span&gt;:) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawns material is different than Redqueen's style and concept so this probably is the birth of a side project, or in a way, Shawns solo project. His style of writing and musical influences are somewhat different than mine, but its kinda fun for me exploring different genres of music as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than my dark, moody riffs, Shawn's songs are of a lively, acoustic driven post-punk, power pop, pop rock,brit pop genre more likened to Sparta, the verve,oasis etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for Redqueen, yeah were still here, currently arranging a few songs, including "chasing daylight" which will probably be the first to be recorded soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats probably the first time ive named a song before it hit the studios...just waiting for everything to fall into place now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...i didnt use any foul words in this post. no sarcastic jokes...OMG what the fuck is happening to me? haha. im getting old. shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-4627868260711408990?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4627868260711408990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=4627868260711408990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4627868260711408990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4627868260711408990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2008/02/whoaim-alive.html' title='WHOA....im alive?'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-8042859068826948325</id><published>2007-11-23T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T15:50:30.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lagi lagi sembilu...</title><content type='html'>havent had the time to update this damn space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuching is going nuts lately. everyones trying to be the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people should learn to leave the drama where it should be. ON TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching too much Yusuf Haslam dramas does indeed kill most of your brain cells and instantly lowers your intelligence. fuck.people.get.a.life.&lt;br /&gt;drama queens and kings should just jump off civic center and end everyones annoyance. or go back/move to west malaysia. :D&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i come from Kuching, Sarawak, a land like no other, and where the drivers are like no other too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The cars on the fast lane drive slower than the cars on the slow lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kuching drivers are afraid to use the turn signals as their car battery might die in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A kancil is so small n fragile so it needs to take up 3 parking spaces so that it wont get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kids who just got their license are taught tho think that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[P]&lt;/span&gt; sticker stands for "professional".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ah Bengs driving "girly" cars like an MR-S think theyre "gangster" for driving those cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In an accident, no matter who hit who, the guy with the tattoo is always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  In an accident, no matter who hit who, the middle aged woman is always right. and she'll call her husband or ahbeng son to come beat you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. most kuching drivers never been on an airplane before, they dream about it so bad and masturbate to pictures of 747's that they have to make airplane noises coming out from their cars when its in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When it rains, everyones intelligence drops by 25% or more. especially at traffic lights during rain, most think a RED light means go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. On normal days at traffic light, kuching drivers like to play the game of "make the guy behind you wait another round of traffic lights". The rules are simple, at a traffic light if theres a car behind you, go slow as u possibly can, if its a green light, try to avoid the other car from over taking you. time your mover perfectly till when you see a yellow light,rev your engine a little til the lights turn Red then speed of at full throttle, leaving the guy behind you unable to cross the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck kuching drivers. see you all in hell.&lt;br /&gt;well..thats about it...for now..not feeling too good. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-8042859068826948325?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8042859068826948325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=8042859068826948325&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8042859068826948325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8042859068826948325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/11/lagi-lagi-sembilu.html' title='lagi lagi sembilu...'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-4835425536727354296</id><published>2007-11-05T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T05:22:58.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Long time no see...no i didnt mati...</title><content type='html'>well, hope youve listened to both our samples, but wait..theres more...of the same...yet...its different..haha...vocals for the track "Dear Departed" has been re-recorded. Honestly its a better take on it while maintaining the same feel...here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/UaeSvEZzJR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/UaeSvEZzJR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres some pics of during and after the session for now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry4vsovzqtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/T2ghtbKeIy8/s1600-h/DSC020bcopy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry4vsovzqtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/T2ghtbKeIy8/s400/DSC020bcopy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129089469520259794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the red army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry4wfIvzquI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AwBusNEv5Gs/s1600-h/DSC02029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry4wfIvzquI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AwBusNEv5Gs/s400/DSC02029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129090337103653602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Anwar, Shawn,Dawoos,Jay,Sufyan &amp;amp; End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry4yDIvzqvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hEZSVxzYcm8/s1600-h/DSC02009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry4yDIvzqvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hEZSVxzYcm8/s400/DSC02009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129092055090572018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pian doing what he does best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry4zv4vzqxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-SMdy9886PA/s1600-h/DSC02002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry4zv4vzqxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-SMdy9886PA/s400/DSC02002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129093923401345810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sum idiot on a 7 string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry4yq4vzqwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6Nu39u9fXuI/s1600-h/DSC02010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry4yq4vzqwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6Nu39u9fXuI/s400/DSC02010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129092737990372098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shawn n the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; Strat!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry40uIvzqyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/n0E2HSmXz1w/s1600-h/DSC02000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry40uIvzqyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/n0E2HSmXz1w/s400/DSC02000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129094992848202530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End &amp;amp; Dawoos&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry41uIvzqzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-2nZKGHlfY8/s1600-h/DSC02012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry41uIvzqzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-2nZKGHlfY8/s400/DSC02012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129096092359830322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anwar..owner of the crazy strat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok dats all for now....cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-4835425536727354296?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4835425536727354296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=4835425536727354296&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4835425536727354296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4835425536727354296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-time-no-seeno-i-didnt-mati.html' title='Long time no see...no i didnt mati...'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ry4vsovzqtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/T2ghtbKeIy8/s72-c/DSC020bcopy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-3823928175597952433</id><published>2007-10-22T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:46:49.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONG SAMPLES OI!!!!!</title><content type='html'>All you have to do is click which track you wanna play first. Oh yeah, the first track doesnt have a title yet. 10 bucks for the person who can come up with the best one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said, all tracks are unedited/unmixed/unmastered so its abit messy. all songs written and performed by redqueen. all rights reserved/reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First track- untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Z3JnsN7c43/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Z3JnsN7c43/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second track - Mirrorwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/w3WaoQXPz3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/w3WaoQXPz3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cleaned up versions will be up when its done!! cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-3823928175597952433?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3823928175597952433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=3823928175597952433&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3823928175597952433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3823928175597952433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/10/song-samples-oi.html' title='SONG SAMPLES OI!!!!!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-1255005127166957319</id><published>2007-10-22T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T04:55:21.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>its been a while</title><content type='html'>wow, its been ages i havent updated this thing, been busy...busy with Raya and my bands recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished recording the vocal tracks today. all thats left is the mastering and probably minor edits on some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to record 2 original songs at Groove Republic studio in taman sourabaya...really good studio, worth every single penny,sweat,tears and some blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill upload the unmixed raw samples of the songs tomorrow once i find a decent server for it...as for now, the Redqueen that recorded the demo consists of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pian (ex Mayze vocalist) - Vocals&lt;br /&gt;Shawn - Guitars&lt;br /&gt;Jay - Guitars&lt;br /&gt;Wak a.k.a End - Bass/Drums&lt;br /&gt;Daus - Drums&lt;br /&gt;Anwar - Bamboo Flute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a hectic weekend...need rest. back to reality now. will be back with samples 2moro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-1255005127166957319?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1255005127166957319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=1255005127166957319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1255005127166957319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1255005127166957319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-while.html' title='its been a while'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-1671906616229447579</id><published>2007-10-02T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:23:39.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The embrace,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frozen.&lt;br /&gt;He knelt by her side.&lt;br /&gt;The silence deafening,&lt;br /&gt;the calmness,Surrendering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a month before,&lt;br /&gt;when he first saw her,&lt;br /&gt;shining.glowing.&lt;br /&gt;a rose by her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew from that moment,&lt;br /&gt;she would be the one.&lt;br /&gt;To realize his purpose.&lt;br /&gt;To show him how to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finally feel, what it was like to be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories rewind&lt;br /&gt;The feelings unwind&lt;br /&gt;Her scent of roses&lt;br /&gt;Lingered in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen.&lt;br /&gt;He he took her in his arms&lt;br /&gt;Too angry to curse&lt;br /&gt;Too sad for tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gazed in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;a starry night sky,&lt;br /&gt;glazed with glitter&lt;br /&gt;and laced with diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held her tight,&lt;br /&gt;Unprepared to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions left unanswered&lt;br /&gt;Too many questions left unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mind,&lt;br /&gt;wandered a 1000 different places,&lt;br /&gt;searching....asking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he get this far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not to see the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it was not Gods intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning,&lt;br /&gt;in her tears of blood.&lt;br /&gt;She pulled him closer,&lt;br /&gt;and whispered in his ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"....I Forgive you...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I Forgive You "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one last embrace&lt;br /&gt;he felt her life&lt;br /&gt;flowing thru his veins&lt;br /&gt;she let out a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment he knew,&lt;br /&gt;She was the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had found his heart&lt;br /&gt;The heart he longed to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had found his heart&lt;br /&gt;The moment it shattered and tore apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I havent been writing stuff like this in awhile...I guess my brain went on vacation without notifying me beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....this just came to me......somehow the words flow easy if it happened to you before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAD A BLOODY WEIRD WEEKEND!!!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain seriously was on overclocking-multi-tasking mode and had to keep a safe level of Stress and Anger management. Everything just happend so unexpectedly...so bloody fast...felt worse than driving a formula 1 car thru Macau or Monaco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But throughout all that mess, something..or more specifically, someone..came thru..even if you didnt realize it, made me drown my anger and get thru the situation, unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to you, my new friend. I owe you an explanation. Till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-1671906616229447579?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1671906616229447579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=1671906616229447579&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1671906616229447579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1671906616229447579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/10/embrace.html' title='The embrace,'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-1026294880346348403</id><published>2007-10-01T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:20:52.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My guitars are better models than me :D</title><content type='html'>Few days ago, i met up with an old friend of mine &lt;a href="http://xxgreatescapexx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Azleen &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://xxgreatescapexx.blogspot.com/"&gt;@ Vee&lt;/a&gt;, who happens to be into photography. Shes planning to set up her own photography business, so i offered myself, well, actually,my guitars to be her guinea pig for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of ideas as for where in Kuching,without wasting fuel, would be ideal to do the 'photoshoot'. Some of the ideas that came up included abandoned alley, dirty run down motel room, cemetery..bla bla bla...then we ended up in the parking lot of Wisma Mahmud (which is again,coincidentially owned by the CM), located behind Hock Lee Shopping Center. Would have loved doing it at the cemetery though,but i wouldnt wanna piss off anyone whos 6ft under,especially during Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, heres some of the best shots we took that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Models are, Alessa,a 7 string Ibanez RG7321 (black) AND Bianca, Wasbhburn WI24 (grey)..and ....my foot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_oLNAg6_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/HEVwusbOPlY/s1600-h/DSC01635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_oLNAg6_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/HEVwusbOPlY/s400/DSC01635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116062980884196338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_kIJZw_hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OfgQVR2Xkj4/s1600-h/DSC01628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_kIJZw_hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OfgQVR2Xkj4/s400/DSC01628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116058530330246674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_izpZw_dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0mvXBGrLY0A/s1600-h/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_izpZw_dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0mvXBGrLY0A/s400/DSC01616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116057078631300562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_jIpZw_eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ky5jVXaO7EE/s1600-h/DSC01619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_jIpZw_eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ky5jVXaO7EE/s400/DSC01619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116057439408553442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_jYZZw_fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lKDHFM8TUlA/s1600-h/DSC01618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_jYZZw_fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lKDHFM8TUlA/s400/DSC01618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116057709991493106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_mENAg69I/AAAAAAAAAHU/5xSCEQr4P7A/s1600-h/DSC01664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_mENAg69I/AAAAAAAAAHU/5xSCEQr4P7A/s400/DSC01664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116060661601856466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_j1pZw_gI/AAAAAAAAAG0/B5PkyjrbVsE/s1600-h/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_j1pZw_gI/AAAAAAAAAG0/B5PkyjrbVsE/s400/DSC01620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116058212502666754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_kb5Zw_iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xWnYDb0sFbU/s1600-h/DSC01666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_kb5Zw_iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xWnYDb0sFbU/s400/DSC01666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116058869632663074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_koZZw_jI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d2AG8T0sWbU/s1600-h/DSC01656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_koZZw_jI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d2AG8T0sWbU/s400/DSC01656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116059084381027890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are all for now, wouldnt want to fuck up your bandwith. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bear in mind that these pics were taken using a 5.1 megapixel camera&lt;/span&gt;, not those expensive professional SLR camera's or whatever u call it. But i gotta say, she makes the best of what she has with these pics and Im very impressed by the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To contact Vee for enquiries about her 'services', do click &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://xxgreatescapexx.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, some random guy who came out of nowhere and decided to pose in MY car, with MY guitars... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_mWNAg6-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Vi-KIB6M7CU/s1600-h/DSC01659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_mWNAg6-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Vi-KIB6M7CU/s400/DSC01659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116060970839501794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it, Im hungry...ciao for now. Thanks Vee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-1026294880346348403?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1026294880346348403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=1026294880346348403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1026294880346348403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1026294880346348403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-guitars-are-better-models-than-me-d.html' title='My guitars are better models than me :D'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rv_oLNAg6_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/HEVwusbOPlY/s72-c/DSC01635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-8130792631569143641</id><published>2007-09-27T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T05:38:14.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>embrace the new king!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes im confused, as to what "social and ethnic group" i should actually fall under. I have many friends of many races and religions,i can usually fit in well with any, but not all can accept me for 'what i am'.  You see my family has a very colourful, vast and varied cultural background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father,is half melanau and half chinese.  simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother on the other hand,is abit more complicated, simply put,predominantly she would fall under the eurasian category of ceylonese, and british  and melanau descent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (eh, how many hands do i have ah?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am fucked up when ppl ask me what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; im mixed with, cos my physical appearance can be considered somewhere along the lines of being malay,chinese,indian and some even say dayak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By birth right however i would be simply classified as a Melanau..which is coincidentially the ethnic group that Sarawak's current &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chief Minister&lt;/span&gt; (as seen in previous post) belongs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,please dont ask if were related, im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucking sick&lt;/span&gt; of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you ppl who dont know what melanau is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(taken from the ever trust worthy wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;MELANAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Melanaus have been thought to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amongst the original settlers&lt;/span&gt; of Sarawak. Originally from Mukah (the 10th Administrative Division as launched in March 2002), the Melanaus traditionally lived in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tall houses&lt;/span&gt;. Nowadays, they have adopted a Malay lifestyle, living in kampong-type settlements. Traditionally, Melanaus were fishermen and till today, they are reputed as some of the finest boat-builders and craftsmen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While the Melanaus are ethnically different from the Malays, their lifestyles and practices are quite similar especially in the larger towns and cities where most Melanau have adopted the Islamic faith.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Melanaus were believed to originally worship spirits in a practice brinking on paganism. Today many of them are Christian and Muslim, though they still celebrate traditional animist festivals such as the annual Kaul Festival.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since our Chief Minister of melanau descent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;self-proclaims&lt;/span&gt; himself to be of Royal Bruneian blood and descendant of the 'Demak Sultanate' entitling him to use the title "Pehin", as of today, i have discovered that im actually  descendant of ceylonese,melanau ,chinese and british royalty I shall proclaim myself worthy of the title....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord Emperor Maharaja Shahputra Mahkota Indira Kayangan&lt;/span&gt; Cypherious Maximus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Those who dare question the appointment of my title shall suffer a fate known to many as, Decapitation by guillotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you could just deal with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like this when i lack sleep hahaha. have a nice? day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-8130792631569143641?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8130792631569143641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=8130792631569143641&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8130792631569143641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8130792631569143641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/09/embrace-new-king.html' title='embrace the new king!!!!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-8662945337503973245</id><published>2007-09-24T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T03:13:57.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Missing In Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chuck Norris Has been Missing In Action at least 3 times already.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RvelVpZw_bI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UMv3Ojohnf0/s1600-h/taib.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113727982291189154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RvecgZZw_aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0K25VrxpizA/s400/Missing_in_action_%2528film_poster%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blink&gt;Someone give him a fucking map!!!!!!&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive been ignoring my blog / missing in action for almost a week now, doesnt mean nothing happened during that period. Ask Chuck, im sure hes got lotsa stories to tell while he was missing :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well lets see....this weekend i had the oppurtuinity to join my dad for 'dinner' and prayers at the Chief Minister , &lt;blink&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEHIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blink&gt; Sri Taib Mahmud's personal residence/palace/fortress/castle/ whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RvelVpZw_bI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UMv3Ojohnf0/s1600-h/taib.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RvelVpZw_bI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UMv3Ojohnf0/s400/taib.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113737693212245426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were entertained in the 2nd block of the quarters,which my guess is that its sole purpose is used for entertaining guests. Roughly 3 stories high, it has its own prayer area which,in size is comparable to my neighbourhood mosque,if not bigger,and much "grand-er" as well, with marble pillars, gold chandeliers hanging from every ceiling,gold this,gold that...the ground floor was used as the dining area, reminded me of those movies set in medieval  times where the King had a feast in the castle. I sat, and observed the surroundings,as meek as a mouse, not being used to such grandure and poshness, much accustomed to the local kopi-tiams and budget buffets :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i have to admit, the coffee he served was nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I would have taken pictures if i wasnt afraid of turning into Swiss Cheese after being shot at point blank range by the Chief Ministers bodyguards armed with M16's/M-4s/AWP's (i didnt see any but im sure theres always a sniper or two watching over, camouflaged, in case someone tries shit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my first impression when i entered the palace/castle/fortress/whatever was...."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO THIS IS WHERE ALL THE TAX PAYERS MONEY GOES TO&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RvgKkZZw_cI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uCN5tgJZtZM/s1600-h/taib+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RvgKkZZw_cI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uCN5tgJZtZM/s400/taib+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113848997289721282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just look at the size of this thing!!!!!! courtesy of google earth :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No wonder state government always has no money to pay out contracts and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would imagine the electricity bill of the residence alone, per month would double,or triple what my family pays for electricity per year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE concept of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; RICH &lt;/span&gt;politicians somehow baffles me...arent politicians supposed to give to the people, not vice versa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before i outdo myself, I shall shut up...for now.thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-8662945337503973245?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8662945337503973245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=8662945337503973245&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8662945337503973245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8662945337503973245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/09/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing In Action'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RvecgZZw_aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0K25VrxpizA/s72-c/Missing_in_action_%2528film_poster%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-8017769808150520272</id><published>2007-09-18T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T02:32:39.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>kill kill kill die die die!!!!</title><content type='html'>I wanna kill &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean Kingston&lt;/span&gt;, preferably with a power drill up his ass, for producing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt; song this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere i go i hear "beautiful girls" which ripped,raped,bastardized the music of the evergreen classic "stand by me" with shitty lyrics put to it. Even my neighbour was playing that song at full blast for at least 10 times in a row yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ru7H1q8ixwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Fh7qPTAED9A/s1600-h/SK.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ru7H1q8ixwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Fh7qPTAED9A/s400/SK.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111242351987312386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt; &lt;/span&gt;RETARD!!! &lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jojo&lt;/span&gt; had to make a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt; version of the song! Every other myspace/friendster profile i open has either the first version or the bitch version on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has everyone suddenly gone RETARDED?! WTF are these "musicians" trying to teach our kids? To be bitchy and slutty,to challenge Paris Hilton for the title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine an 8 year old saying "Mommy,mommy, i wanna grow up and make a sex video and suck as many cocks as I can, just like Paris Hilton!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking plastic retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i EVER have kids, im gonna put them on a staple diet of punk,indie,rock,metal,progressive and industrial music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned out okay didnt I? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still way better than being a FUCKING PLASTIC RETARD!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-8017769808150520272?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8017769808150520272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=8017769808150520272&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8017769808150520272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8017769808150520272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/09/kill-kill-kill-die-die-die.html' title='kill kill kill die die die!!!!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ru7H1q8ixwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Fh7qPTAED9A/s72-c/SK.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-8306511139623291150</id><published>2007-09-17T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:51:01.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><title type='text'>OI!</title><content type='html'>okay, i havent wrote anything in a while, too many things too write, too little time, too many things happening lately. My car is acting up, the engine died. hehe. i think its mad at me cos i have intentions to change the engine to a GSR Turbo as i said earlier. I guess i have to speed my plans up then. ergh that means i have to look for $$$$$$$$$$, FAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today......I fell in love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an RGR320EX :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ru1-ja8ixuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PyMUKWuN4U0/s1600-h/RGR320EX_RBK_1P_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ru1-ja8ixuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PyMUKWuN4U0/s400/RGR320EX_RBK_1P_01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110880299129161442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feel so right, you and me baby hehe. From the time i picked it up and felt its fretboard, i fell in love with this one. The love only grew stronger when i heard the sweet tone coming from the EMG pickups. I wish Ibanez would endorse me so i could choose any guitar i like, Ibanez rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a pic of my first Ibanez, an RG7321, which i love equally :) i hope it doesnt get jealous and pulls a stunt like my car did. No, your eyes arent fooling you, its a 7 string. Lucky number 7 baby :D. Her name is Alessa. Dont ask. haha. It was a valentines day present from my dad, the best ever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ru1_tK8ixvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4DF_tkxWE5g/s1600-h/RG7321_BK_1P_02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ru1_tK8ixvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4DF_tkxWE5g/s400/RG7321_BK_1P_02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110881566144513778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, but i guess no guitars for me untill I get my car done....which is gonna be awhile, i hope the RGR320 will still be available by then, unless i win the lottery tomorrow that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made alot of new friends lately, and strengthened old friendships. Its fun meeting new people, i know, its odd, coming from a 'post-gothic-weirdo' like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting month has been cool so far, but the temptation to reach that pack of marlboro's is always at the back of my mind, but i guess thats what its all about...resisting temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..temptation can be a tricky thing. Especially when you have everything planned out, than the temptation to add a few on to your lists, or to slightly deviate from your plans can be very tricky. I guess id try my best to stick to the original plans this time. I wanna get a few things done before i leave for Ozzy, namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Record the damn demo for my band which has been put on hold so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Change my cars engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i wont have to worry about those stuff when I get back from Ozzy. OR, im afraid i wont be into those stuff anymore once im back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the band demo, i just want proof that ive written those songs before, im not looking foward to be played on the radio or on TV, but if it so happens to end up there, i wont complain as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my cars engine, i just need that extra speed boost if im rushing home to shit. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all for now, probably be back tomorrow with stories about my trip to the longhouse, just recieved pics today. cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-8306511139623291150?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8306511139623291150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=8306511139623291150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8306511139623291150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8306511139623291150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/09/oi.html' title='OI!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Ru1-ja8ixuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PyMUKWuN4U0/s72-c/RGR320EX_RBK_1P_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-8621022863007091555</id><published>2007-09-13T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T02:46:37.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The Poetry of Murders Album of the month/week/whenever i feel like :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRMe5H9WKpM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRMe5H9WKpM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;An album befitting of this blogs name, Murder Ballads by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, was released in 1996 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Mute Records" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Mute_Records"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. As its title suggests, the album consists of new and traditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; murder ballads, a genre of  songs that relays the details (and often consequences) of crimes of passion.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The video shown above is "Where The Wild Roses Grow", a duet  featuring Cave singing with Kylie Minogue&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, was a hit single and received two ARIA Awards  in 1996. Other  prominent guest musicians on the album include PJ Harvey and Shane McGowan &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Im currently thinking of actually doing a cover version of this song, adding instruments plus modifying some arrangements, while still keeping the original dark,acoustic feel to it. Only one problem, i dont know any female vocalists with a tone that would match the feel of the song. Unless of course, Kylie Minogue wouldn't mind to land a hand hahaha.Think youre up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the lyrics to the song, very poetically disturbing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They call me The Wild Rose&lt;br /&gt;But my name was Elisa Day&lt;br /&gt;Why they call me it I  do not know&lt;br /&gt;For my name was Elisa Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first day I saw her I knew  she was the one&lt;br /&gt;She stared in my eyes and smiled&lt;br /&gt;For her lips were the  colour of the roses&lt;br /&gt;That grew down the river, all bloody and wild&lt;br /&gt;When he  knocked on my door and entered the room&lt;br /&gt;My trembling subsided in his sure  embrace&lt;br /&gt;He would be my first man, and with a careful hand&lt;br /&gt;He wiped at the  tears that ran down my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day I brought her a  flower&lt;br /&gt;She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Do you know  where the wild roses grow&lt;br /&gt;So sweet and scarlet and free?"&lt;br /&gt;On the second  day he came with a single red rose&lt;br /&gt;Said: "Will you give me your loss and your  sorrow"&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed&lt;br /&gt;He said, "If I show you the  roses, will you follow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day he took me to the  river&lt;br /&gt;He showed me the roses and we kissed&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing I heard was  a muttered word&lt;br /&gt;As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist &lt;br /&gt;On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow&lt;br /&gt;And she lay on the  bank, the wind light as a thief&lt;br /&gt;And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty  must die"&lt;br /&gt;And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-8621022863007091555?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8621022863007091555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=8621022863007091555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8621022863007091555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8621022863007091555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/09/poetry-of-murders-album-of.html' title='The Poetry of Murders Album of the month/week/whenever i feel like :D'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-1452027373169056447</id><published>2007-09-13T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T03:01:37.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5dRzLayU4CA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5dRzLayU4CA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, abit emo today, its that time of the year again, Ramadhan, the holy month of the Muslim calender. Feeling quite sad, reminiscing the good and bad times of the past. Everyone makes mistakes, i admit i made alot, but i dont regret, for if i hadnt made those mistakes, i wouldnt be who i am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love has been lost this year, in many different forms....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first Ramadhan, and going to be the first Aidilfitri when i wont be able to taste my beloved late grandmothers cooking, and her very presence. I dont know what to say really, just trying not to burst into tears in the middle of the night. I guess i feel it the most among her grandchildren, cos im considerably the closest to her among the others thats around my age. I'll miss you always, Madam Cecelia Boult @ Saadiah Bonyamin. This Ramadhan is for you Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been a bad year for relationships as well, 90% of people that i know,who are/were in relationships,broke it off this year, including yours truly. 5% still holding on, the other 5% are married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the song above is by Indonesian band Naff - Hingga akhir waktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody emo. why cant local bands make stuff like this, try as they may, it just comes out....plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to someone out there,whether youre reading this or not , i quote myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes we have to close our eyes to see whats right infront of us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off for now,&lt;br /&gt;Jay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-1452027373169056447?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1452027373169056447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=1452027373169056447&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1452027373169056447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1452027373169056447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/09/ramadhan.html' title='Ramadhan...'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-4239292683939656034</id><published>2007-09-11T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T03:37:21.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><title type='text'>no idea...mmhh..</title><content type='html'>ergh, no idea to post lately, spent the weekend at a longhouse at batang ai, lubuk antu. Was a very relaxing,entertaining experience, will write about that as soon as i get the pictures from my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, i think ill share with you all the band ive been listening to in my car the whole day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQYPn_en6OU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQYPn_en6OU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just set up my car audio system to compliment this kinda music, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tead of the typical ah beng feng tao techno shit that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; most people with car audio systems play&lt;/span&gt;. The drums double pedals just sound sweet coming out from the subwoofer , so sweet its almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVIL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my system may not be the most expensive/branded around, it sure kicks the heck out of my old one. As promised before, heres what i have for now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pioneer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEH-P4950MP&lt;/span&gt; Head Unit which i mentioned before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An AuXdio 12" Dual Voice Coil Subwoofer exactly like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rubwx4R7A-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/V5z0YLK67Iw/s1600-h/auXdioF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rubwx4R7A-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/V5z0YLK67Iw/s400/auXdioF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109035567010218978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table background="" border="0" width="554"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="171"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;td valign="top" width="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;td width="363"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td colspan="3" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                                 &lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td colspan="3" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p class="redHeader"&gt;Features&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td colspan="3" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80%"&gt;                                       &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="4%"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td valign="top" width="96%"&gt;Die-casting Basket to Reduce the Sound Cancellation Caused by Vibration &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="4%"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td valign="top" width="96%"&gt;Rigid PP Cone to Increase the Power Handling of the Woofer&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="4%"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td valign="top" width="96%"&gt;Dual 4-ohm Voice Coil for Connection of 8-ohm (Serial Connection) or 2-ohm (parallel Connection)&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="4%"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td valign="top" width="96%"&gt;Push Type Copper Terminal&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="4%"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td valign="top" width="96%"&gt;Polycotton Spider&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;                                 &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td colspan="3" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td colspan="3" valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong class="redHeader"&gt;Specifications &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; Power Rating&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; 300 Watts RMS, 600 Watts Peak&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;                  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; Frequency Response&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; 25 - 1.5K Hz&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;                  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; Sensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; 87dB (1W/1M)&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;                  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; Impedance&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; Dual 4-ohm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;                  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; Master Pack Quantity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; 2 Pcs / Carton&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;                  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; Voice Coil&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; 2" (50mm) Dual 4-ohm 4-layer Kapton&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;                  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; Magnet&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; 50 Oz (1370g)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AuXdio&lt;/span&gt; is actually a secondary brand of Malaysian car audio manufacturer &lt;a href="http://www.amerion.com.my/prodnews.asp"&gt;Ameron&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which actually makes pretty good shit, for its price compared to China rip-offs, and has received recognition and good reviews overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To power it up, i got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Herts Acoustic&lt;/span&gt; 1500w Monoblock amplifier, which for the life of me, I have no idea what the exact specifications are,except that its one of the cheapest pretty good quality monoblock amps you could find.  heres the pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rubyl4R7A_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lBZbx2kbQwc/s1600-h/HERTSMonoblock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rubyl4R7A_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lBZbx2kbQwc/s400/HERTSMonoblock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109037559875044338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, its a pretty good setup for a limited budget, the subwoofer kicked the ass of a single coil Pioneer sub, It has a deep bass tone to it, compared to the hard bass tone of the Pioneer as well. The deeper tone  suits my choice of music better, which mostly includes most types of Metal, Rock, Industrial and the occasional R&amp;B when im...bored. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how a deep bass subwoofer and a hard bass sub would sound like if paired together? hmmm...maybe ill experiment soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My future plans for the audio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New component sets with crossovers&lt;br /&gt;3 way speakers&lt;br /&gt;Mid-bass speakers&lt;br /&gt;4-channel amp&lt;br /&gt;pre-amp&lt;br /&gt;Capasitor &amp; Digital crossover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats gonna take awhile........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Future plans for the engine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mitsubishi 1.8 GSR Turbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VR4/Evo Intercooler&lt;br /&gt;Evo Injectors&lt;br /&gt;New turbo (undecided)&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.........this is gonna take longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interior/Exterior:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New bumper&lt;br /&gt;full body respray (midnight purple or dark blue)&lt;br /&gt;Sparco/SSCUS seats.&lt;br /&gt;Momo steering wheel &amp; gearknob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats gonna take place after the engine. Estimated time of completion: April 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most boring &lt;/span&gt;post.......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAYBE&lt;/span&gt; then, JULIE HOI, will pose with my car....oh yeah baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rub4-4R7BCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1LirwZJvVyY/s1600-h/123F50543470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 421px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rub4-4R7BCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1LirwZJvVyY/s400/123F50543470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109044586441540642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rub4vIR7BBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wV4mTXjuPSk/s1600-h/102194866-O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rub4vIR7BBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wV4mTXjuPSk/s400/102194866-O.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109044315858600978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rug_qa8ixtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dgPqaMA0UAc/s1600-h/julie_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rug_qa8ixtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dgPqaMA0UAc/s400/julie_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109403775272142546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; worth writing a boring post for :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back with more entertaining stuff, and less Julie Hoi, in a few days.                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-4239292683939656034?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4239292683939656034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=4239292683939656034&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4239292683939656034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4239292683939656034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-ideammhh.html' title='no idea...mmhh..'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rubwx4R7A-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/V5z0YLK67Iw/s72-c/auXdioF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-3092980029436920698</id><published>2007-09-08T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T05:28:46.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Red Door - Chapter 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A little story poem i wrote in 5 minutes, something to post before i go away for  the weekend. I bet you can guess what its about, and what triggered me to write  it. well, do enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; night,&lt;br /&gt;when she fell,&lt;br /&gt;into the darkness of a world unknown.&lt;br /&gt;a world of pain,anguish and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step by step,&lt;br /&gt;she ventured deeper into the void.&lt;br /&gt;dodging her shadow along the way&lt;br /&gt;feeling the pain of the eyes peering from beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost,oh so lost she was,&lt;br /&gt;lost in a strange land, lost of all hope.&lt;br /&gt;she let out her pain,anguish and fear,&lt;br /&gt;stopping short of breaking into tears,&lt;br /&gt;falling short of ending it all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait, what was this?&lt;br /&gt;she heard her name,&lt;br /&gt;calling from a distance,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt, she must have been saved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there he was by the lake,&lt;br /&gt;smiling,waving,calling out to her.&lt;br /&gt;a friendly face he had,&lt;br /&gt;her heart was warmed by the hope.&lt;br /&gt;but nothing was as it seems&lt;br /&gt;or was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she took off her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; slippers,&lt;br /&gt;wet from the storm,&lt;br /&gt;worn, she could hardly crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he held out his hand,&lt;br /&gt;it felt so warm.&lt;br /&gt;into the raft the went&lt;br /&gt;braving the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hours past, the minutes flew,&lt;br /&gt;down the lake ,into the blue,&lt;br /&gt;they spoke together softly&lt;br /&gt;in fear, that the wind might hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they came to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;a sudden stop.&lt;br /&gt;he stood there silent,&lt;br /&gt;she was stunned, amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brilliant sparkle lay before them&lt;br /&gt;as bright as the eyes could see&lt;br /&gt;rising from beneath the water&lt;br /&gt;like a phoenix from the ashes&lt;br /&gt;its greatness,for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"behold, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; door"&lt;br /&gt;he whispered softly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she trembled, confused,&lt;br /&gt;in fear of its purpose,&lt;br /&gt;yet in awe of its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEHOLD!...THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DOOR&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;He said again, this time at full voice&lt;br /&gt;his arms flailing,his hands presenting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the lights grew brighter,&lt;br /&gt;it blinded her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats next?"&lt;br /&gt;she thought,&lt;br /&gt;trembling,&lt;br /&gt;...in hope..in fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED............................maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-3092980029436920698?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3092980029436920698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=3092980029436920698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3092980029436920698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3092980029436920698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/09/red-door-chapter-1.html' title='The Red Door - Chapter 1.'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-20492832448140556</id><published>2007-09-06T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T03:42:07.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW?!</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or did i go a little overboard? i'm keeping the color scheme tho, might change the background now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/redqueenreddoorrednight"&gt;REDQUEEN&lt;/a&gt; now has a Myspace Music account..check it out &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/redqueenreddoorrednight"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still work in progress as well, cant wait to actually properly record the songs i have..need to send my guitar for servicing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for a vocalist...or else you all have to endure the torture of hearing my voice sing out of tune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upgraded my car audio yet again today...monoblock amp and a subwoofer. more on that later.in full color (where available)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...it keeps my mind off things. at least my $$$ isnt wasted on useless shit that might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such as........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just feel like ranting today....heard some interesting stories from a good friend of mine, stories which are somehow connected with my life. but i just dont give a flying fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it entertaining, to watch karma catch up on people that have wronged me before. Its more satisfying than if i was directly involved in their demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once said 'revenge is a dish best served cold', i say, 'revenge is best served with popcorn on a reclining sofa'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a poem in my head while writing this, i hope i remember it when i wake up tomorrow, cos this one is kinda different :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supreme Emperor Lord Cypherious Maximus Rodimus Erroneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im full of errors :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-20492832448140556?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/20492832448140556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=20492832448140556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/20492832448140556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/20492832448140556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-do-you-like-me-now.html' title='HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW?!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-6429059631915951371</id><published>2007-09-05T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:03:58.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>makeover in progress........</title><content type='html'>If you log on here, and everything seems upside down. dont worry, youre not losing your mind, its probably me. trying my best to spice up my layout without actually killing anyone :D , so please bear with me for a moment. regular posting will commence as soon as i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Lord Chancellor Cypherious Maximus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-6429059631915951371?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/6429059631915951371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=6429059631915951371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/6429059631915951371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/6429059631915951371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/09/makeover-in-progress.html' title='makeover in progress........'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-4586737742025408452</id><published>2007-09-01T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:38:28.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>fried....and a brief history lesson on the theory of evolution.</title><content type='html'>I think that last post fried my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might take a few days for it to cool down :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was wondering if theres anyone out there whos interested in being vocalist for a band which cites &lt;em&gt;a perfect circle,filter,nine inch nails and black light burns &lt;/em&gt;as their influence. male or female, doesnt matter but preferably nothing in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really need to jump start my pet project, tentatively named &lt;em&gt;RedQueen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Redqueen &lt;/em&gt;was formed circa 2004 by guitarist Jeremy Adam(&lt;em&gt;some dumb fuck who blogs crap nowdays&lt;/em&gt;) , Drummer Kasmady Adzren and Bassist Adriana. Realizing the need for more depth in their sound, the band then added long time friend Mark Foster as 2nd guitarist.  However vocalists were hard to come by, thus personal friends Junaidi and Nick Kana ended up on the mic on various occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focusing mostly on original material, the bands sound back then was better described as a fusion between nu-metal and space rock, which ultimately blended into the psuedo-industrial rock sound which they seek to pursue today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before even feauturing in any major gigs, the band wento a hiatus of sorts, when bassist Adriana tied the knot and decided to focus on married life. Guitarist Mark also left to further his studies over in the peninsular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, founding members Jeremy,and Kasmady were invited to play in the now defunct &lt;em&gt;Menyadik Kimia/Ridgeway Entity&lt;/em&gt;, which experimented with a fusion of jazz,funk and rock akin to that of Red Hot Chilli Peppers. After they disbanded,  continous effort was made in writing new material and seeking new members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, &lt;em&gt;Redqueen&lt;/em&gt; still consists of the 2 original members, Kasmady however now featuring on bass, and Firdaus, and 18 year old drummer with bucket loads of potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song samples could have been uploaded to the internet by now, if not for guitarist Jeremy Adam's blatant incompetence in using recording software even as simple as Cakewalk. This guy is really not y2k complaint, so please bear with the silence for now till he gets his brain uprgraded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-4586737742025408452?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4586737742025408452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=4586737742025408452&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4586737742025408452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4586737742025408452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/09/friedand-brief-history-lesson-on-theory.html' title='fried....and a brief history lesson on the theory of evolution.'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-2819290910954809844</id><published>2007-08-28T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:43:01.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>On Being Malaysian....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtQX4YR7AzI/AAAAAAAAADk/sc-_y4p8LYw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103730535075349298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtQX4YR7AzI/AAAAAAAAADk/sc-_y4p8LYw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by &lt;a href="http://aishah776.wordpress.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; 11 year olds view on ‘Being Malaysian’, it touches me to see hopes so innocent and pure, and it saddens me when they have to face the reality of the situation when they grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we get nearer in celebrating Malaysia’s 50th year as an independent nation, I find myself asking “&lt;strong&gt;what does it mean to be a Malaysian&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, maybe it simply means that I was born in Malaysia, to Malaysian parents and it’s not like I was given much of a choice as to what nationality I would like to be part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if I was given a choice I would rather have dual nationality between Mars and Pluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, nevertheless, I am proud and honored to be born &amp; raised a Malaysian, albeit from a not so typical Malaysian background. My love for the land is unconditional, hence the concerns and questions about the nations future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I find myself asking “&lt;strong&gt;what does it mean to be free&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is narrowly defined by Classic Liberals and Neoliberals as the ability to act without restraint from the government, or more broadly defined as the ability to have access to particular resources from the government without constraint by Social Liberals and most variants of Socialism. Defined thusly, 'freedom' is a broad notion, not necessarily covering the same field as 'free will’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what the dictionary says on the philosophy of freedom, But what does it mean to you? What does it mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to live without fear of being oppressed, having the rights to exercise my rights as a citizen without question, knowing my rights as a citizen, and of course, questioning my rights as a citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds simple? But think of and understand the real meaning behind that last statement. That is freedom in my dictionary, but what have we achieved so far leads me to the next question of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Are we really free?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few related quotes to ponder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man is not free unless government is limited. There's a clear cause and effect here that is as neat and predictable as a law of physics: As government expands, liberty contracts."-&lt;/em&gt; Ronald Reagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Democracies are often run by ethnically based groups prepared to do terrible things to other ethnic groups... or they can be very corrupt, dominated by elites... Capitalist, democratic states put the emphasis on the private sector, which doesn't always deliver on social goods. The free press is good on major disasters like classic famines, but it tolerates chronic hunger as much as anyone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Frances Stewart, quoted in Massing, Michael, "Does Democracy Avert Famine?", New York Times, 2003-03-01.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How free are we really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Do we actually have the freedom to question our own rights?&lt;br /&gt;(b) Is our government gaining too much power / forcing their power on us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day in day out Malaysia talks about uniting all races, into a BANGSA MALAYSIA. Its everywhere, slogans like “Bersatu untuk menjayakan Bangsa Malaysia” (United for a successful Malaysian race), “Saya Anak Bangsa Malaysia” pop up on posters, TV Ads and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder how are we going to achieve that if all our political parties are racially based? UMNO, MCA, MIC, PBB, SUPP etc..etc..etc….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect and appreciate the fact that through these political parties we have achieved independence, forged a name for ourselves in the growing world, and tasted our fair share of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day we have to face the fact that times are indeed a changing, the longer we run from it the further we’d be left behind. Its time for us to stop and look in the mirror. Wondering why are we divided even though we are fighting to achieve the same agenda? How are we going to achieve that agenda together if were being led in different directions? Integration is a word they use to describe it nowadays, but that only means to work with each other, not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently our beloved and most respected Prime Minister stated that he wishes to “lead by example” by planting vegetables in his backyard. Sir with all due respect, I think you should “lead by example” towards this matter instead. How are we the people going to be united as one race when your Government are the ones splitting us up from the base?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Forced unity however, as in (b) could end up in us being ruled by a Totalitarian Government. If that were to ever happen, I would feel compelled to don a Guy Fawkes mask and get all V for Vendetta on their behinds.) Sorry I just had to say that, the seriousness is killing me. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing our mentality starts with us. Here. Now. Tell me what’s the use of having a nation with first class facilities but third class mentality. What’s the use of having all these infrastructure but we can’t utilize it together for the benefit of all? What is the use of letting our forefathers’ effort go down the drain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read many articles, newspapers, blogs, heard on the radio, watched on TV a countless number of times on this subject being raised. But somehow most of them who talk/preach about racial unity manage to end up contradicting themselves by saying ‘racial’ or ‘racialist’ statements. A lot of them surprisingly are well educated and well known in the political world &amp;amp; blogosphere. Sad but true, these are the people which could actually make a difference. And you thought they wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble opinion, what the people really should do stop talking about it, forget the government for a second, forget our differences, forget our race, our color, our background, our religious differences, If its unity were after, then do it. Only then we will have the power to influence our Government, and hopefully our younger generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many friends have warned me that this is a sensitive issue im writing about here. That’s only true if you want it to be a sensitive issue. It’s only ‘sensitive’ when one party has something to ‘gain’. Why would we want to still benefit from our differences? If there was anyone who was to be ‘naturally’ racially sensitive, it should be me as I am made up of AT LEAST 4 different races running through my veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What im saying is in no way to be confused with liberalism, communism or socialism. Our gov’t easily gets confused by the truth and their knees shake every time they hear these words uttered, without checking the context first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us want it, but were afraid to say it. Some of us even afraid to lower our ego to accept it. But most of us believe it but are too afraid to acknowledge it. Why should we be afraid of ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is democracy, THIS is the truth. If this is what the people want, maybe its high time we be heard. If we want to be heard its high time that we figure out exactly what we need to say, and that’s the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think I have no say / don’t know anything as im only 23, but we are the ones who are going to inherit this nation. We are the ones who have to live with today’s decisions in the future. We are the ones who will be Malaysians long after you’re gone. We are the ones who will hand this land down to our children, and they to theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate to see the direction in which Malaysia is heading now, I would love to see us on the ‘right path’. It is only fair if we make a drastic change in plans, as Malaysia, you have made us fall in love you, and love you we do, now its time for you to earn our love and prove your love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this is achieved, this is what it means to me, to be ‘merdeka’ to be ‘free’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Merdeka 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-2819290910954809844?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/2819290910954809844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=2819290910954809844&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/2819290910954809844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/2819290910954809844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-malaysian.html' title='On Being Malaysian....'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtQX4YR7AzI/AAAAAAAAADk/sc-_y4p8LYw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-3461028483337458359</id><published>2007-08-28T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T04:39:53.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Act 3 - Rediscovering Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a third act in a play,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The twist in the plot is revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet the villain remains unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The protagonist kneels on the stage, silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weeping silently as the story unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A thousand questions run through his mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finding answers that lead to more questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wondering, if it was not in this space and time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would the script differ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would he even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The villain sought was what he once thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but what he once thought no longer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comprehends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The truth he once knew no longer prevails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From where he knelt he took a vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To not only believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But to discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been doing a survey of sorts to find out what actually is consider 'cheating' or more specifically whats 'worse' , the physical or emotional affairs and which is more important in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given these two scenarios what would you consider the worse of the two, or would you even consider it cheating at all :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Your boyfriend/girlfriend sleeps with a prostitute/has one night stand, no emotions or feelings involved, his/her heart is only reserved for you and the reasoning behind the act may be due to sexual frustration caused by circumstances. (e.g - a long distance relationship where physical intimacy is impossible etc....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your boyfriend/girlfriend has never slept with anyone else besides you during the course of your relationship BUT secretly is in love with someone else as well, whether the feeling is mutual, requited or not is not taken into account. (e.g. he/she still has feelings for the ex who doesn't give a fuck about them anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most females have answered number 1 as the more serious offense, physical infidelity. Even though there was no emotions and feelings involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It intrigues me as i would have guessed females would opt for number 2 as women are stereotypically considered  more emotional than men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i would choose number 2 as more serious. How can u say u love someone if your heart wasn't totally there?. Wouldn't that be really cheating on the love that your offering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do state your views and reasonings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you please come again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming soon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Act 4 - The rebirth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-3461028483337458359?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3461028483337458359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=3461028483337458359&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3461028483337458359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3461028483337458359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/act-3-rediscovering-life.html' title='Act 3 - Rediscovering Life'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-9132415492972428365</id><published>2007-08-26T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T05:48:01.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>if i was a simpson...</title><content type='html'>id look sumth like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtCV04R7AwI/AAAAAAAAADM/IVdsRwWbWDA/s1600-h/your_image1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtCV04R7AwI/AAAAAAAAADM/IVdsRwWbWDA/s320/your_image1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102743113504064258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okay..well, maybe add on a few pounds hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtCWF4R7AxI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pczclg_Mwug/s1600-h/your_image4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtCWF4R7AxI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pczclg_Mwug/s320/your_image4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102743405561840402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...which one looks more like me?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtCWw4R7AyI/AAAAAAAAADc/849C3EoGEug/s1600-h/24358962843430l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtCWw4R7AyI/AAAAAAAAADc/849C3EoGEug/s320/24358962843430l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102744144296215330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOW THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD KNOWS WHAT I LOOK LIKE :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simpsonizeme.com/"&gt;Click here to be simpsonized!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-9132415492972428365?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/9132415492972428365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=9132415492972428365&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/9132415492972428365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/9132415492972428365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-i-was-simpson.html' title='if i was a simpson...'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtCV04R7AwI/AAAAAAAAADM/IVdsRwWbWDA/s72-c/your_image1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-4830143563427277502</id><published>2007-08-25T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:43:15.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Random Rantings Raving Rentlessly.</title><content type='html'>An Old friend of mine "Boy" posted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we tried our&lt;br /&gt;best to convince people but it takes&lt;br /&gt;both parties  to react.one to listen and&lt;br /&gt;the other one to comprehend the purpose&lt;br /&gt;of  communicating is to achieve mutual&lt;br /&gt;understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes silent  does not mean&lt;br /&gt;nothing-neither something.what about a&lt;br /&gt;perpetuate silence?a  friend of mine-let&lt;br /&gt;me call her ms.IRONY- said "ignorance is&lt;br /&gt;a sign of  avoidance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust or suspicious?it's easy to accuse&lt;br /&gt;upon something but  it's hard to clear&lt;br /&gt;everything despite the truth has revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the  truth?is always painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly how i feel. ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like everyone i know is going thru a rough time now. must be a shitty year for relationships and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno if my dad going thru a midlife crisis or what...but hes a cool dude hehe...hes checking out a new car and he sounds like he really wants to buy it, Its a Mercedes but its not your typical Ah pek Tauke Babi, (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loosely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;translated: rich old pig seller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) type Merce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ones actually quite 'pimped out', check it out :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtA-EoR7AtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gU4DG6QSS2s/s1600-h/25-08-07_1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtA-EoR7AtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gU4DG6QSS2s/s320/25-08-07_1517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102646627063759570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'WALD' bodykit all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtA-aYR7AuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pswsqg09yMk/s1600-h/25-08-07_1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtA-aYR7AuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pswsqg09yMk/s320/25-08-07_1518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102647000725914338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;19 inch WALD sport rims, check out the fender flares n gills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtA_H4R7AvI/AAAAAAAAADE/rpokz5VKnoE/s1600-h/25-08-07_1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtA_H4R7AvI/AAAAAAAAADE/rpokz5VKnoE/s320/25-08-07_1519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102647782409962226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in her full glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, i just hope he lets me anywhere near the car if he really gets it, pics dont do it much justice tho, damn VGA camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-4830143563427277502?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4830143563427277502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=4830143563427277502&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4830143563427277502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4830143563427277502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-rantings-raving-rentlessly.html' title='Random Rantings Raving Rentlessly.'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RtA-EoR7AtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gU4DG6QSS2s/s72-c/25-08-07_1517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-6049817303286168275</id><published>2007-08-22T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:15:54.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>questions, no answers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;is it any wonder ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;you're walking further away from me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;is it any wonder ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;im walking away from everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;i never knew the reasons why&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;i chose not to question the silence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;till now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;but somehow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe i don't need to know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;or maybe i already do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got bored today so i downloaded mIRC, its been ages since i last used that form of webchat. I remember keeping in touch with friends and meeting new people along the way thru IRC, and a certain few people that still have spots reserved for them in my heart..those were good memories :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;So then i logged on, selected a few familiar channels, but it was all but familiar..I felt like a child lost in the middle of New York City, confused,scared, as im witnessing a plane about to crash into a....too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;well, i managed to strike up conversations with a few people, exchange emails..yada yada....but i felt so OLD. 90% of people that i met on mIRC today were sub 17 years old..50% actually knew my younger brother!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;Time to face the fact. Im OLD. OLD!!!! I HAVE HAIR GROWING DOWN MY..............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahaha. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: sorry if the 9/11 reference offended anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-6049817303286168275?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/6049817303286168275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=6049817303286168275&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/6049817303286168275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/6049817303286168275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/questions-no-answers.html' title='questions, no answers...'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-8437672441114426829</id><published>2007-08-21T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:58:49.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>puff...puff....puff....</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Reasons to Smoke&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smoking gets a lot of bad press. "It's addictive," people claim. "The advertisements target young people," others say. "Second hand smoke is a major killer in our country," still others whine. But no one discusses the positive affects of smoking on society. I hereby offer the following reasons why smoking is good, and why people should not dismiss it so easily as a bad habit: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoking helps people relax. And couldn't we all use a little help relaxing these days? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoking promotes breaks in the workplace. People &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to take breaks because this addiction has biological affects. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoking promotes going outside. In an age when everything can be done while sitting at a desk, staring at a monitor, and making small hand and finger movements, going outside is highly beneficial. It relaxes the eyes by looking at distant objects and letting light in, the legs get some movement from the walk outside, and between puffs, fresh air can be inhaled. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoking allows people to think without looking like they are doing nothing. Consider a smoker and a nonsmoker standing on a street corner doing nothing. Society gives permission to the smoker to stand around, while the nonsmoker, (perhaps deep in thought) is viewed as loitering or wasting time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smokers can better survive fires. Scientists have shown that because smokers have an increased tolerance to smoke, they are more probable to survive plane crashes and building fires than nonsmokers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the next time you are considering not smoking or even quitting, be sure to investigate both sides of the issue. And always think for yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;grabbed fro&lt;a href="http://mywebpages.comcast.net/bowchickawowers"&gt;m here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;next we shall explore why it is good to drive at speeds above 120 km/h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, THIS IS IN NO WAY SOLICITING OR ENCOURAGING SMOKING, ESPECIALLY AMONG MINORS, IF POSSIBLE DO STAY AWAY FROM CIGGARETTES. THANK YOU PLEASE COME AGAIN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-8437672441114426829?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8437672441114426829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=8437672441114426829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8437672441114426829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8437672441114426829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/puffpuffpuff.html' title='puff...puff....puff....'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-8701489976993907164</id><published>2007-08-18T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T04:27:11.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Weekend poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pitch blackness, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laying in the utter ecstasy of darkness, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hidden  in the shadows, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the dark angel of Death, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blinded by the look in her  eyes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keeping me from the Light of the world, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i close my eyes , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and  what do i see, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the temptational Stare of the angel of  death, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting for me to give up, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waiteing for me to give her the  Consent to harvest my soul, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting for me to take the final plunge, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and  let my blood flow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But guess what bitch my blood flows , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like a surgeing  River of Hatered, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consoumeing the visions, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of your Deathly Gaze,  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tearing through Your Astral Flesh, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With The Intensity of a Whirlwind,  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rendering You Shapeless, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rendering You Nameless, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eraseing you From  Existance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For I am the One who Breathed Your Life, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gave You Shape,  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gave You Figure, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the Wings of An Angel, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I brought You up From  the Depths, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Raised You Up, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unto The Highest Pedistul, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the  Inner Sanctum Of my soul, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Granted Your Every Wish, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untill Now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You  Have Overweighed the balance, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and soon Your world will Collapse, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling  away from the Grand Towers of the inner Santum, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and plungeing back in the  the ebon abbyse, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From where i stole the Energy Needed to Create You,  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your memory will remain, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here umong the Stars, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But to every one you  never were and never will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed from my old blog, its about something and someone from a part of my life i refuse to be associated with anymore hahaha . Haven't been writing anything new lately. need inspiration. need a drink :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being depressed isnt that bad...u get to think of alot of stuff..creativity  increases..you eat less n lose abit of weight..no need to wear mascara or  eyeliner cos ur eyes will definately get black from lack of sleep. then you come  to the point where you realize that youre not the loser, but everyone around you  is...the ego creeps in, the anger creeps in. you feel like God for a while..you  feel great.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;but then its over. and youre depressed again. the world is an oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-8701489976993907164?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8701489976993907164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=8701489976993907164&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8701489976993907164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8701489976993907164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekend-poetry.html' title='Weekend poetry'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-3220755298147707891</id><published>2007-08-16T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:24:58.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Impressions..Imprints....Reflections....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imprints&lt;/em&gt; © By &lt;a href="http://bystanderintervention.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zul.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rolling waves on a vacant shore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue skies, bright sun, many birds soar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;A warm breeze ruffles the leaves on palm trees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plays the shells like piano keys and blows the sand off my feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep thoughts of life float in the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alone on the beach but at the same time not really there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning turns to afternoon, and the afternoon turns to night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;By myself with no one in sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steps towards the water where the end will begin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imprints in the sand are left from someone never seen again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A much needed break from my dark depressing verses, this beautiful piece was contributed by fellow blogger Zul, do visit his site &lt;a href="http://bystanderintervention.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It made me wonder, and realize how little things can effect your life in a big way. Life changing events would be the most 'obvious' but the ones that really leaves a lasting imprint and 'define' your character is brought on by people, through inspiration, interaction sometimes subconsciously or even after encountering a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was having a conversation with a friend yesterday, and she was suggesting that everything in life is pre-destined, like a written script. I do agree to a certain extent, maybe we ARE destined to have certain outcomes in life, but when and how we achieve it might differ due to events,circumstances and choices. To roughly quote another fellow blogger, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;maybe its not about the ending , its about the journey". Cant remember the exact words, but you get the picture eyh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;But how does destiny work anyway? does it negate all possibilities of chance and coincidence, since everything is pre-set. OR is it fully dependent on chance and coincidence, negating the effects of effort and intention? Its confusing, cos either way it could work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Maybe everything is based on chance? The question is, whether you actually 'see' the chance or otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-3220755298147707891?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3220755298147707891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=3220755298147707891&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3220755298147707891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3220755298147707891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/impressionsimprintsreflections.html' title='Impressions..Imprints....Reflections....'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-8637110868980696751</id><published>2007-08-14T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T03:15:31.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><title type='text'>Would you DIE for a Bollywood Holiday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTXEariH_XQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTXEariH_XQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Malaysian English act to date, not only due to their odd band name, Love Me Butch,these guys deserve due credit for the hard work they put through to release this album, everything from the album itself to the videos were self produced, still kicks the ass of most if not all major local bands around. By know you should have also guessed that they write kick ass music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant help but to share it with you guys, this song 'Hollywood Holiday' has been set to auto repeat on my laptop and playing (as of today) in my car  so much that i think the cd is starting to eat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way heres the lyrics for those who cant really figure out what hes mumbling, to those suffering from literal only blindness it may seem like random unstructured English, to normal people it comes of as a brilliant piece of poetry an it manages hold its own, meaning-wise. Cant seem to get into the right frame of mind to actually right something insightful, funny or downright absurd at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Catching up with the silence,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;oh the silence of remembrance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Stop calling upon their names,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not to wait for their call&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And it's all for good,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it's all for good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Skipping all the pages,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;truth lies in this vacation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Went through a lot of trouble,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;just to get through the rubble&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Apart from you, to be apart from you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'd paint around my house for good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'd stay with all my heart not for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Can't find it, once we leave it,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;leave it all for what...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well I can't stay forever,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;all at different phases&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh what am I thinking?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This situation brought it down for what&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What do I get from that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There must be a reason&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I could use some of your pillows,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm lying by the beach&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With your shadow out of reach,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;shadow out of reach&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hey it's all for good,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to be apart from you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'd break all the rules not for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Can't find it,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;once we leave it all for what...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Would you buy, would you save&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for a Hollywood &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Holiday&lt;/st1:place&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Satisfying as you say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it's a Hollywood Holiday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hey I can't stay forever,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;all day praying to be here&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I cannot stay forever...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hate to be here,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;trying to steal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;your precious light for a second...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Love to hate you, drive through,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;beneath you, scared to leave&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you all I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Those who read the 2nd sentence and knows me personally might be thinking that its impossible for me to play a CD in my car! Its absurd! Blasphemy! Im such a big liar!! As I havent had a CD player in my car for 2 years now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, my car window was smashed right &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of my house 2 years ago and they took off with my player which as a consequence resulted in triple the  amount of damages i had to pay for compared to the damn player itself. Half of my dashboard had to be replaced and my wiring system was so fucked up even the blinkers couldnt work. Owh, and replacing the broken window didnt cost pennies either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as of today i grew bored of driving in sheer silence, where my only source of entertainment was hearing myself fart so i decided to pop by a car accessory store which is owned by a personal friend, Mr Benson Lee  to take a look at what he had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove home finding i had this installed in place of what-used-to-be-a-gaping-hole-in-my-dashboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RsCnEvNuAJI/AAAAAAAAACs/BzUkwJOdml8/s1600-h/Pioneer_Car_Audio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RsCnEvNuAJI/AAAAAAAAACs/BzUkwJOdml8/s320/Pioneer_Car_Audio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098258478018723986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A Pioneer CD Player DEH-4950, Took me awhile to get used to the various different features compared to my stolen dinosaur of a Sony.  I guess the remote feature is pretty standard nowadays but i find it more annoying to change tracks via the remote while driving. Probably something i need getting used too. Anyways its full features include(half of which i have no idea what it is) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Detailed Product Description&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Features&lt;br /&gt;- MOSFET 50W x 4&lt;br /&gt;- USB adapter ready&lt;br /&gt;- iPod adapter ready&lt;br /&gt;- BMX (Bitmetric Equalizer)&lt;br /&gt;- EEQ&lt;br /&gt;- 3-band parametric equalizer&lt;br /&gt;- Rotary volume&lt;br /&gt;- Direct Sub Drive&lt;br /&gt;- 3 RCA pre-outs (front + rear + subwoofer)&lt;br /&gt;- AUX-in (rear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be a car enthusiast but you can spare me the gory details when it comes to audio electronics. Grab me a Turbo and ill show you how it works :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im still exploring its capabilities but it is pretty fun to use, especially the mp3 feature so i dont have to keep a stack of discs which end up lying allover the car floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THOSE WHO INTEND TO JACK THIS PLAYER, PLEASE REFER TO THE 2nd POSTING BEFORE THIS ONE TO BE ELIGIBLE FOR 'SPECIAL TREATMENT'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this posting ended up longer than I expected, even longer while im pointing out the fact. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways its kinda cool to know that my counter has reached above 1000, (although 20-25% was generated myself thru publishing) by this blogs 2nd month birthday. Special thanks to regular readers and commenters  (&lt;&lt;---as that a word?) and both old and new found friends. Cheers.  Signing off for now.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-8637110868980696751?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8637110868980696751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=8637110868980696751&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8637110868980696751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8637110868980696751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/would-you-die-for-bollywood-holiday.html' title='Would you DIE for a Bollywood Holiday?'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RsCnEvNuAJI/AAAAAAAAACs/BzUkwJOdml8/s72-c/Pioneer_Car_Audio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-4618049276558511824</id><published>2007-08-12T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:43:02.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Bury me? ...not yet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;Laugh it all off in your face&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;What if I fell to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take all this anymore&lt;br /&gt;What would you do, do, do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I wanted to fight&lt;br /&gt;Beg for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;You say you wanted more&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics courtesy of 30 seconds to mars - The kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Probably the only 'emo' band i like listening to. Currently got a thing for acoustic guitar/ instrumental songs. Yeah, lobby/elevator music :D but do check out Rodrigo y Gabriela's version of Stairway to Heaven. something different for a change. Thanks zulfa for enlightening me on the existence of this song :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for a long time for my band to get back together, this is like procrastination at its best, its almost an art i tell u. I need a medium to vent out my anger without breaking anything hehehe. No id never think of breaking my beloved 7 string :D. All my guitars have its own sentimental value and back story to it. haha. they even have names :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just starting to write crap now arent i? hmmh. maybe a more sensible post next time around when im feeling better. cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-4618049276558511824?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4618049276558511824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=4618049276558511824&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4618049276558511824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4618049276558511824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/bury-me-not-yet.html' title='Bury me? ...not yet....'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-2356715738346723921</id><published>2007-08-10T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T05:56:41.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Hours ago....</title><content type='html'>IM ANGRY AND I CANT SLEEP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At approximately 3.35 am. August 10th 2007, someone(s) tried to break into my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week there have been more than 3 break in cases in my neighbourhood, 2 of them just happening just down the lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was half asleep after watching 'Sunrise' which i initially planned on commenting on in my next post when the alarm went off.  Pretty good movie really despite what the 'box office' critics say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i took my dads (he's away travelling) katana and rushed downstairs while my mom tried to get my dad on the phone. Found one of the sliding glass windows half open, the latch had been forced and bent probably with a crowbar or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point i was ready for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt; if i ever catch anyone trying to harm my family, &lt;strong&gt;ANYONE&lt;/strong&gt; of my family, be it my mom,dad,brother,little sister. I will&lt;strong&gt; NOT &lt;/strong&gt;hesitate to use &lt;strong&gt;UNREASONABLE EXCESSIVE&lt;/strong&gt; force. I &lt;strong&gt;WILL KILL&lt;/strong&gt; you with my bare hands if i had to, without discrimination towards your age, race, religion or gender.  Think im lying? Think im exagerating? Think id hesitate? Try me. And lets all find out shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. THE &lt;strong&gt;PIGS&lt;/strong&gt; NEVER CAME. FUCK YOU. Is someones life worth a glass of Kopi-o? Does someone have to &lt;strong&gt;DIE&lt;/strong&gt; before you move your fat corrupted ass out of the chair? Youre no different than the criminals you pursue. If anything happened to any politician/politicians son the whole bloody police armada would deploy.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU AND YOUR MOTHERS. Corrupted pieces of infected shit. I can give you a whole fucking list of incidents where the PIGS failed to respond accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say my hatred for the police force is unjustified. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW i can sleep. FUCK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-2356715738346723921?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/2356715738346723921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=2356715738346723921&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/2356715738346723921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/2356715738346723921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-hours-ago.html' title='2 Hours ago....'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-5489038573418123428</id><published>2007-08-07T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:00:29.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Wanna taste my manliness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;NO..NOT MINE hahaha. But take a look at this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095934789042438274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RrhlsPNuAII/AAAAAAAAACk/OKDWEeWiiHY/s320/06-08-07_2049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for the crappy pic but my phone only has a vga camera and i was in a rush as my gf was pulling my hand embarrased that i was laughing and taking pics of it haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I found this in the toiletteries/cologne section of a local supermarket a few days ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Since when did people actually 'TASTE' cologne? unless of course if it was off someone elses body haha. But what got me laughing was this mental picture:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salesguy&lt;/strong&gt;: Hello miss, would you like a taste of man?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl shopper&lt;/strong&gt;: @$##%# *punch* *kick in the balls* *stab with umbrella*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salesguy&lt;/strong&gt;: unhhhh....*laying flat on floor while holding up a bottle of...MAN*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hahaha, broken english may get you into trouble. cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-5489038573418123428?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5489038573418123428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=5489038573418123428&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5489038573418123428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5489038573418123428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/wanna-taste-my-manliness.html' title='Wanna taste my manliness?'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RrhlsPNuAII/AAAAAAAAACk/OKDWEeWiiHY/s72-c/06-08-07_2049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-3883497749227852449</id><published>2007-08-04T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T03:58:35.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>3am.</title><content type='html'>3AM, a summers night&lt;br /&gt;He stood at the doorway&lt;br /&gt;Staring deep but without sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As calm as the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;He knelt by her side&lt;br /&gt;Feeling, but without heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment of silence,&lt;br /&gt;a flash of memories&lt;br /&gt;turning serenity into fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A raging war inside his head&lt;br /&gt;cursing God for his pain instead.&lt;br /&gt;STOP! he screamed and begged in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lay motionless, a bed of white&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to the world around her&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of roses,daisies and violets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last glance&lt;br /&gt;at her long blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;her innocence filling the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment of silence&lt;br /&gt;A flash so bright&lt;br /&gt;The moons reflection shines on the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea of white&lt;br /&gt;it turns to red&lt;br /&gt;running down through the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lay motionless,&lt;br /&gt;oblivious&lt;br /&gt;emotionless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her dreams of daisies and roses&lt;br /&gt;it ends tonight forever&lt;br /&gt;at the hands of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wordings suck i know but its all from the top of my head without any proper planning or direction.more like randomness disguising as prose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished watching 'the number 23'. I guess thats what triggered my thought about knives. Plus all the recent news in the papers of stabbings and choppings and dismembering didnt help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this site &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; called the poetry of murder right? so i figured why not. but do you think is thats what its really about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-3883497749227852449?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3883497749227852449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=3883497749227852449&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3883497749227852449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/3883497749227852449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/3am.html' title='3am.'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-5757428894860624429</id><published>2007-08-01T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:47:47.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Between TMnuts,Viruses and a Bronco.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alas I can finally get&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;online, I spent the whole night trying to figure out why i couldnt connect to the internet even though my connection says its on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently my firewall and networking drivers were fucked up by a virus. The only option was to re-format the whole bloody thing. Lucky for me i have a friend that operates in the middle of the night as well. cheers mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this a coincidence? Or did the dudes at TMNuts get tired of my constant complaining about their Streamyx service and decided to upload malicious software to my laptop to silence me. Haha, thats abit too Fox Mulder-ish. Maybe it was just the warez.......oooops......site i browsed thru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways ive got an interesting sexual position/challenge for you guys:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093649359634825298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RrBHGvNuAFI/AAAAAAAAACM/fbmVWQBknZI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bronco Buster!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are having sex with your woman in the doggy style position, you reach around and hold on to her breast and &lt;strong&gt;scream&lt;/strong&gt; out her sisters/best friends name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The challenge is to try to stay on for at least &lt;strong&gt;eight &lt;/strong&gt;seconds.            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post your best personal times (verified and backed up by evidence) here and ill assure you'd be rewarded for your efforts! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go get em Cowboy!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-5757428894860624429?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5757428894860624429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=5757428894860624429&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5757428894860624429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5757428894860624429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/08/between-tmnutsviruses-and-bronco.html' title='Between TMnuts,Viruses and a Bronco.'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RrBHGvNuAFI/AAAAAAAAACM/fbmVWQBknZI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-7070770178538218588</id><published>2007-07-29T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T18:56:47.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Vacancy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RqxsM_NuAEI/AAAAAAAAACE/LiClV0gcK3E/s1600-h/suicide.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092564249032392770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RqxsM_NuAEI/AAAAAAAAACE/LiClV0gcK3E/s320/suicide.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Position to be filled&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suicide Bomber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Requirements:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 18 &amp; Above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No formal education nessecary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Must be a determined and competitive in nature. Must also posess good communication and public relations skill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MUST HAVE AT LEAST 3 YEARS EXPERIENCE AND/OR COMPLETED AT LEAST 3 SUCCESSFUL SUICIDE MISSIONS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prior usage of AK47 is a bonus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Attractive incentives offered, such as basic salary and performance based commission, free training,lodging, medical insurance,social security and retirement funds. Stock options available for senior staff and top performers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are you waiting for? Call now!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who 'get it', imagine if an ad really was published in the papers looking for suicides bombers, id really like to get to know more about the 'retirement plans' hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who dont get it. sucks to be you eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone else from suffering from a bad Streamyx connection? Even surfing is so slow now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I understand that theyre also blocking international Torrent and P2P trackers due to limited bandwith available. If its just limiting the speed, thats fine, but blocking off almost all international connections is just plain stupid!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT EVERYONE OF US IS DOWNLOADING PORN DAMMIT!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of us really need to download some serious (licensed) editing tools and software that only can be available from a torrent download!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From an average download speed of 40-120Kpbs, im now only getting 5Kbps!!!!!!! imagine downloading a file thats 3GB  at 5Kbps!! I might as well write it in my will for my grandchildrens inheritance should the download be completed after i pass on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Streamyx better do something about this or ill consider switching to another ISP (should a better option come around) no matter what the cost. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-7070770178538218588?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7070770178538218588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=7070770178538218588&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/7070770178538218588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/7070770178538218588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/07/vacancy.html' title='Vacancy!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RqxsM_NuAEI/AAAAAAAAACE/LiClV0gcK3E/s72-c/suicide.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-446118614187847930</id><published>2007-07-27T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:48:13.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Haha,20 Years from now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was from an anonymous comment on the football issue that i found hilarious and just couldnt resist posting, a BIG thank you to the original author. very well thought of. btw this should be FAM's new logo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091702485319286834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RqlcbvNuADI/AAAAAAAAAB8/i8wixwcVS2c/s320/famhilangbelangoi8tr3ou5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Due Respect to Sultan Of Pahang.This letter is directed to President Of FAM in 2027 ,IF (the big IF),he is a plain commoner like you and me (like was the case when the president was Tan Sri Hamzah Abu Samah)after another twenty years of unrelenting descent to the bottom of FIFA ranking from 2025 t0 2027.17th July 2027&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so dissapointed when I read todays headline on the sportpage in local dailies on 16th July 2027.With enbloc resignation of almost all FAM comittee members after our National Team again being trashed to 10-0 by SEA heavyweights Philiphine and Laos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your solitary stand to continue helming FAM with the promise of setting up another steering committee (when they dont even know how to drive)to handle the 'new crisis' is perplexing to say the least.In 'deja vu'an sort of way I felt like I'd lived through this nightmare before exactly 20years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President then,understanding the groundswell and 'enough-is-enough' cries of the whole population decided to make way for the new blood and took in Professionals to manage FAM then.His farsightedness and compassion was much appreciated by the rakyat and to this very day no achievements achieved for the past 20 years were announced without the sacrife of the past President mentioned in the same breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road taken by the past President was a dignity of the highest order without persuasion and pretension except for selfless believe that everything just got to change.Malaysia ascend in FIFA ranking was much attributed to past President backroom support and inspiration.The past President, The Sultan of Pahang (Long Live the King ) who remain healthy to this very day,would be very disppointed if you were to face His Majesty today as you should expect His call anytime now.Expect nothing but his wrath,pl dont thank me for the warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All His Majesty Sacrifice ,contibution and support He did 20 years ago,would all come to a naught,all for your stubborness,nimcompoo ,hotheaded,juvenile venture ,self grandiose,'pandai tak bertempat','slow tak boleh diajar'and comfort of a freeride which were alien to you.Please take lessons from the history 20 years ago when the President decided enough was enough and resigned and in so doing was with the public in expressing His Majesty disgust and contempt to all affairs of FAM then ie July 2007 was the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that all rakyat thanked him to no end till this very day of July 2027.Dear President Sir,If I may pinpoint to you to the exact date of your present predicment,(after 18 years of success and losing in quaterfinal in worldcup)it has to be the day you invited the politicians back into FAM.The day Prime Minister Khairy Jamaludin started to meddle into the affair of FAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly did not take a rocket scientist to realise that PM Khairy J was to no good when he was involve with FAM.All he was after was the money in FAM bank account to build a monument for Mat Rempit( dont you remember what he did to KHAZANAH in 2007?) .Now that FAM is bankrupt again after the last financial crisis 20 years ago ,it seems that FAM never learnt!!With utmost sincerity please tender your resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours SincerelyDr Mohd Kantona&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor In Bodekologi(Univ UMNO)&lt;br /&gt;Master In Sport Medicine(Uni Malaya)&lt;br /&gt;Phd In Football Technology (Man United)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Post: Unemployed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-446118614187847930?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/446118614187847930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=446118614187847930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/446118614187847930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/446118614187847930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha20-years-from-now.html' title='Haha,20 Years from now.'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RqlcbvNuADI/AAAAAAAAAB8/i8wixwcVS2c/s72-c/famhilangbelangoi8tr3ou5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-4847585232557867366</id><published>2007-07-27T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T03:13:21.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Cruelly Melodically Awesome!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recommended Album of the Month!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Unless you think Britney Spears and Back Street Boys are the bomb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091565651956203554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rqjf-_NuACI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fxjIdE7u5k8/s320/10_15662_15663.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cruel Melody by Black Light Burns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For those of you who have no idea who the hell Black Light Burns are and/or are turned off by the slightly peculiar album cover, let me educate you and prove to you that music as we know/knew it is not dead and artistic album covers should not be frowned upon. Arent you tired of all the half naked women,bling blings and shiny rented sports cars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;First of all, if you have never heard of Limp Bizkit (or think its a type of food) i suggest you take a look at my disclaimer on the top right hand side of the blog and do exactly as it says. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For those of you who know Limp Bizkit and hate them, do consider reading on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For those of you who know/Like Limp Bizkit but HATE Fred Durst, there must only be one reason that would justify your hatred for Fred. WES BORLAND. Then turning away from this album would be considered a sin. &lt;/p&gt;Yes ladies and gentlemen, Black Light Burns is a pet project founded by Wes Borland and convincingly his most adventurous and worthy project as to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the recording line up consisting of Danny Lohner (Nine Inch Nails, A Perfect Circle), Josh Eustis (Telefon Tel Aviv) and Josh Freese (The Vandals, A Perfect Circle, Nine Inch Nails) only the unimaginable would render this album a 'failure'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of their lineup, Black Light Burns is somewhat of a successor to the brief project The Damning Well, which consisted of mostly the same members. The main difference this time around being that Borland has taken vocals into his own hands, after many attempts to find a proper vocalist in various projects.(including Amy Lee of Evanesence and Richard Patrick of Filter and Army Of Anyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that ive got your attention, enough with the history lesson and ass kissing. Its time to get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bands influence and style can be summarized as a mash up of all the bands the members have played in before. Borlands hard hitting melodic guitar riffs, Danny Lohners Nine Inch Nails influenced industrial arrangements, Josh Freeses odd time signatures in his drum beats and Josh Eustic's trance like electronic sampling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first single from the album Lie is a solid electronic charged hard rock track based on contrast , creepy verses and infectious trashing choruses. Most of the tracks are middle-paced and theres quite a few 'rock ballads' on the album like catchy industrial-esque Animal (which features a drum solo smiliar to Trent Reznors legendary 'Perfect Drug', except its played by Freese rather than a drum machine) and the title track that differs from whole concept of the record, but at the same time is the best one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the intro of Cruel Melody you would instantly recognize Borlands signature usage of clean delayed electric effects and the way he utilizes acoustic guitars really adds to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reportedly the song Mesopotamia was added on during the later stages of the album production as according to Wes, he just woke up from a nightmare one day with this song stuck in his head. And it WILL get stuck in your head or give you nightmares. Or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite track off the whole album however is the mellow, 'I Am Where It Takes Me'. The ambient music arrangements combined with Borland &amp;amp; Johnette Napolitano, lead singer of Concrete Blonde, clever harmonic vocals creates a mellow, peaceful atmospheric feel , backing up claims that Borland is a natural pro in creating atmospheric music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not intended to be the lead vocalist, Borland proves to be quite a strong vocalist. He doesn’t have some kind of great singing abilities, apart from powerful growls and loud screaming, but what’s more important he knows how to fit the song’s atmosphere. Borland feels the music and uses the right approach in every song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While not being entirely innovative in creating a whole new concept or sound, the band, sounds very mature and professional, probably due to all the members backgrounds. It doesnt sound too raw nor it is over-polished and over-produced, Cruel Melody gets the melody right everytime and although considerably 'underdogs' could easily be contenders for best rock album of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily deserves 9/10 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, heres a little treat for all of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OGiAGzzCkgI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Light Burns - Lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-4847585232557867366?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4847585232557867366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=4847585232557867366&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4847585232557867366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4847585232557867366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/07/cruelly-melodically-awesome.html' title='Cruelly Melodically Awesome!!!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rqjf-_NuACI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fxjIdE7u5k8/s72-c/10_15662_15663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-6456986523864943727</id><published>2007-07-26T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:37:53.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>You cant use your brain around here no more.....</title><content type='html'>By : V. Vasudevan New Straits Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The time for talk is over, now is the time to act." With this warning shot, Minister in the Prime Minister’s Department Datuk Seri Nazri Aziz said the government would be taking legal action against bloggers who flagrantly belittled Islam or the Yang di-Pertuan Agong. He told the Dewan Negara yesterday that three laws could be used against the bloggers: The Internal Security Act (ISA), Sedition Act and Section 121b of the Penal Code.Section 121b deals with offences against the authority of the king, ruler or Yang DiPertua Negeri and carries a maximum penalty of life in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking at the Malaysian Press Institute Press Awards Night here yesterday, Deputy Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Razak said the government was deeply troubled by the growth of "irresponsible" alternative media."In the name of freedom, these websites allow the broadcast of slander, lies and swearing, the use of harsh, degrading language and racial slurs without regard for the reader or those concerned," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even though the government has been tolerant of anti-government positions and criticisms on the Internet, we are very concerned about statements that insult religion and reek of racism."Najib said webmasters and web journalists were not exempted from the laws of the country and the government was duty-bound to protect the peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will not permit any party to disturb the nation’s harmony and cause unease among the community," he said.Nazri said the government was looking at formulating new laws allowing it to monitor and act against offending bloggers."This is in areas not provided for by the ISA, Sedition Act or Section 121b of the Penal Code," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the proposed legislation was not intended to strangle the freedom of the Internet."This is to put a stop to the freedom to lie in the blogosphere."We want blogs to be clean, a place to obtain accurate information, a reference point for honest opinion, not a platform to abuse and slander people," he said.Nazri told senators the government had lost its patience with bloggers who broke the law and it could not be "seen as impotent or weak" in the face of their defiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said bloggers had come to believe they were like members of parliament, who enjoyed immunity to say what they wanted under the law."But the reality is that, despite the immunity, MPs and senators have to play by some basic rules. "This is not the case with bloggers who flout the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to act, we have been very patient," he told cheering senators while replying to points raised during the debate on the Electronic Government Activities Bill 2007.Senators used the opportunity to criticise bloggers against the backdrop of a police report lodged on Monday at the Dang Wangi police station by Umno information chief Tan Sri Muhammad Muhammad Taib against the Malaysia Today website for insulting the king and Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazri told senators that writings describing Islam as "a big lie fabricated by Arabs who had put a huge rock (the Kaabah) in the middle of the desert were not only ill-mannered but could provoke anger among Muslims".He said the hatred perpetuated by bloggers was spread further by those who read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(end article)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patutla no one berani comment on my last entry hahaha. ISA? Please lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Section 121b deals with offences against authority of the king, ruler or Yang DiPertua Negeri "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ridicule the King? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ridicule a ruler? YES and NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A YDP? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who failed/cheated in your SPM's Sejarah or Malaysian Studies, Sarawak Has a YDP as the head of state, and I find myself in no way RULED by this ruler mentioned in my previous post. Show me where the State of Sarawak is bound by any by-law or precedent set by the Sultan (which is not implemented into the Federal Law) and ill gladly rest my case. no contest. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you think? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have only commented on his incompetancy as the head of FAM. Did I question his authority as a Sultan? i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i get any of my facts wrong? Dont I have a right to my own opinion? Shouldnt it be wether or not you agree or disagree with my point of view be upto yourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If youve been following up with all these cyber law's fracas, it seems like these people are putting it in such a way that it ridcules and belitlles the intelligence of the average Malaysian citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make it sound like we'd believe EVERYTHING that the media is feeding us. Are we THAT gullible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until when will you let yourselves be manipulated, be it by the government,opposition,or the media,mainstream and 'alternative'. Put Freedom of speech and what not aside...Wheres the Freedom to use our brain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-6456986523864943727?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/6456986523864943727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=6456986523864943727&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/6456986523864943727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/6456986523864943727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-cant-use-your-brain-around-here-no.html' title='You cant use your brain around here no more.....'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-1049480151425104539</id><published>2007-07-23T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:52:39.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Whos the REAL coward?!</title><content type='html'>KUALA LUMPUR, July 17 (Reuters) - The beleaguered head of Malaysian soccer is refusing to step down despite widespread criticism of his team's poor performance at the Asian Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sultan Ahmad Shah, president of the Football Association of Malaysia, said he would not follow in the footsteps of his son, Tengku Abdullah Sultan Ahmad Shah, who quit as deputy president on Sunday after Malaysia's 5-0 thrashing at the hands of Uzbekistan in their second Group C match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their opening game, co-hosts Malaysia went down 5-1 to China and cannot qualify for the knockout stages of the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sultan Ahmad said he would open an investigation as to why the team played so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not bow to pressure, I am not a coward," he said in The Star. "Who does not want the national team to do well at international matches? This is my responsibility. We will not run away. We are fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I have been quiet all this while. They thought I do not know anything. I love football and I am with the people. We were badly beaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I demand a full report of the matches against China and Uzbekistan from the manager and coach. I cannot take it. There will be changes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports and Youth Minister Azalina Othman Said on Monday called for a complete overhaul of Malaysian football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(end article)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;COMPLETE OVERHAUL&lt;/strong&gt;?!?! Thats what they say every year. How can they have a complete overhaul when the problem lies right at the top. And hes not moving. He says he wont move as hes not a coward. Or is he a too afraid to step down in case his replacement might do better than him and put him to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, this fellow has been holding the post for the past &lt;strong&gt;23 years&lt;/strong&gt;! When was the last time malaysia actually won, or even qualified for a major tournament?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all do respect Sir,why waste precious tax payers money on an investigation when in the end all the evidence will point to you, Sultan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried playing the blame game when they said the cause of the Malaysian Football downfall was from the spectators themselves as we raher watch european games at home or at some mamak showing it. Shouldnt it be the other way around? That we turn to european games &lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/strong&gt; of the decline in quality of the local leagues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the English Premier League for example, it is arguably the most profitable and marketable Football league in the world, but do you see the &lt;strong&gt;royal family,prime minister,chief minister, YB's Son,prime minister son in law&lt;/strong&gt; etc.. holding &lt;strong&gt;MAJOR&lt;/strong&gt; posts in the FA? I doubt it that the EPL would reach its status today if they ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Sultan, be &lt;strong&gt;brave&lt;/strong&gt; enough to admit that you have failed. You have failed in your task. You have failed as a leader. You have failed your country. You have failed your people. You have been weighed,measured and found wanting. Quit now while you still have your dignity intact and the respect from your people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand over the task to people that actually &lt;strong&gt;knows&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;cares&lt;/strong&gt; about football. Theres a vast number of people qualified to take the helm, ex-managers, football legends, heck even sports writers and businessmen might handle it better. At least they might care more about their football rather than their fat EGO's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, If its a complete overhaul thats called for, i hope its a&lt;strong&gt; COMPLETE&lt;/strong&gt; overhaul that we get. No more royalty/politicians/politicians sons thats only out to carve a name for themselves(pockets). For heavens sake, forget the World Cup, all im hoping for is to see the national side lift the bloody Tiger cup while im still alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YNWA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* edited to be more 'reader friendly' , yes its proven football gets people emotional haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-1049480151425104539?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1049480151425104539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=1049480151425104539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1049480151425104539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/1049480151425104539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/07/whos-real-coward.html' title='Whos the REAL coward?!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-957524338236190148</id><published>2007-07-23T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T03:09:30.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>5 years ago...</title><content type='html'>5 Years ago..i wrote my best poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;produced my best lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penned my best short stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tried a hand at drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESTROYED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what depression does. Make you do things you'd regret some 5 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard i try to recall and reproduce the stuff i wrote, it just doesnt turn out right. I tried trying to start from scratch but life in Kuching overall isnt INSPIRING in any way. Yeah we may have event like the annual Rainforest World Music thingy but it just isnt...inspiring. Everything surrounding me feels lifeless no matter how beautiful it is. All i see is the color, but not the characters anymore. Maybe i need new glasses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-957524338236190148?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/957524338236190148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=957524338236190148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/957524338236190148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/957524338236190148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/07/5-years-ago.html' title='5 years ago...'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-5928860229836944761</id><published>2007-07-19T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:09:52.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Achtung! Das Zeitgeist iz Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sputnikmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smashing Pumpkins, consisting only of frontman Billy Corgan and drummer Jimmy Chamberlin, are back with a highly anticipated new release. Once one of the biggest names in American alternative rock, the Smashing Pumpkins disbanded after internal squabbling, drug overuse, and mediocre creative output sullied their reputation. But although this album marks the return of the band, it’s not quite, in the most traditional sense of the word, an “alternative” album. Rather, Corgan and Chamberlin, with the help of producers Roy Thomas Baker and Terry Date, have crafted a set of lean, mean hard rock songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given Corgan’s work with Chamberlin in the Smashing Pumpkins, Zwan, and in each other’s solo projects, the artist name on the top of Zeitgeist’s album cover could have Smashing Pumpkins as easily as it could have said Zwan or Billy Corgan or some new band altogether. But once Zeitgeist gets going, it’s hard not to be reminded of Mellon Collie’s metal-inspired cuts or of that unmistakably driving sound that made, say, Siamese Dream so widely appealing. A surprise for some, patiently awaited by others, Zeitgeist rocks hard enough and well enough to warrant such a big return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band’s heavy songwriting, while superb, could be a bit of overcompensation, as Corgan may be trying to prove to naysayers that middle age and a forgotten solo album haven’t dulled his senses. The muscular, shuffle-grooved “Tarantula” certainly tears things up. Except for a rather beautiful moment late in the song, “Tarantula” never slows down, giving Corgan plenty of time to skillfully, tastefully, intelligently shred himself to death. “7 Shades of Black”, “Bleeding the Orchid”, “Bring the Light”, and “Come On (Let’s Go!) also surge forward with layers of distorted guitars, spacey leads, and pummeling drums. But most importantly, all these tunes carry enough melodic weight, emotional punch, and lyrical aptitude to assure us that these are fully-fleshed songs made by two musical veterans in top form. The only fault present is that these four songs, with their similar uptempo, distorted sound, should have been better arranged with a little more textural diversity. Each individual one of these is strong, however, and thankfully, Zeitgeist is not content to merely present us with the shell of a has-been band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why it’s surprising that opener “Doomsday Clock” fails. Aside from Chamberlin’s standout entrance, the song is more sonic attitude than good songwriting, and serves only to introduce the band’s return with little to offer artistically Except for the directionless “For God and Country”, the rest of the album succeeds. The high-point is “That’s the Way (My Love Is)”, whose melodic, atmospheric mood is carried by creative, nonstop drums and some well done vocal harmonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten-minute centerpiece of the album is “United States”, which seems politically charged but doesn’t really offer any sort of commentary. However, once you let go of your expectations (which may be hard, considering that the album IS called Zeitgeist) you will find what is perhaps the band’s most confident song. Jimmy Chamberlin, whose background in jazz lends itself well to heavy rock expressionism, delivers one of his finest, most energetic performances on this album, and his rolling tom licks in “United States” are pushed to the front of the mix as Corgan builds tension with ever-increasing layers of monstrous riffing. Cries of “Revolution! Revolution!” may baffle some listeners, as the Pumpkins have never really been political, but that and everything else about the song works. Perfectly timed vocal effects and interplay between Corgan and Chamberlin round off the song’s thrilling climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about at this point that the album switches gears and allows a few lighter songs to breathe. “Neverlost” is driven by organ and marimbas, for example, while album closer “Pomp and Circumstances” provides a welcome dose of Mellon Collie-like oddness. Until Corgan’s over-the-top solo at the conclusion (I’m guessing Queen producer Baker let that slide) the song sounds like a slow-dance of sorts. While songs like these on the second half don’t feel out of place, it would have helped the band’s cause if a little more variety found its way in between the album’s heavy, distorted numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Zeitgeist might not outlive the shadow of its much-maligned distribution campaign. As everyone knows by now, about half a dozen versions of the album exist internationally, the differences being only in some extra artwork or a bonus track. Whether this was Corgan’s decision or a move of Reprise Records doesn’t really matter, because if you want to legally own every bit of Zeitgeist that you can, you have to buy the album six different times. This kind of marketing automatically yields moans and groans and reminds music fans of the greed and egoism that Billy Corgan is supposedly known for. It would be a shame for this controversy to leave a truly excellent record in the dust, as even the bonus tracks are worth hearing. “Stellar”, a dreamy rocker that should have replaced the boring “For God and Country” on the final tracklist, and the acoustic “Zeitgeist” are real winners and worth having (read: downloading). On the other hand, “Death From Above” is an electronics-driven piece that fails to go anywhere and is rightfully a b-side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to say if former members James Iha and D’Arcy Wretzky are missed. They were always under the bandleader’s direction, and were even known to have had their recorded contributions scrapped and replaced by Corgan’s own. Guitarist Jeff Schroeder and bassist Ginger Reyes, along with keyboardist Lisa Harriton, have replaced them onstage, and their roles in future songwriting might be similarly dominated. But honestly, it’s not really worth arguing. I’ve never been a Pumpkins fanboy, so their internal drama and frequently changing styles never bothered me. Zeitgeist isn’t perfect, and could definitely benefit from a stronger variety of tracks, but it simply works. Every depressed post-grunge wannabe rockstar or indie-pop bandwagoneer or obsessive naysayer could learn from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by BlindWriting. &lt;a href="http://www.sputnikmusic.com/user/BlindWriting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sputnikmusic.com/"&gt;http://www.sputnikmusic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-5928860229836944761?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5928860229836944761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=5928860229836944761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5928860229836944761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5928860229836944761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/07/achtung-das-zeitgeist-iz-here.html' title='Achtung! Das Zeitgeist iz Here!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-9005313016092021535</id><published>2007-07-05T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T04:00:29.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally Rafa Benitez agrees with me and makes a signing worth smiling about! If there was ever one player that i hoped and prayed to one day wear a RED jersey, It is this man, Fernando Torres.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Well, he seems to get the job done everytime i sign him for my liverpool game in Football manager 2007 haha.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083428042269131714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rov23wy2A8I/AAAAAAAAABk/_GDutVRXwIo/s320/040707_torres_signs_300_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He may not have seemed like a 20+ Goal per season striker at Madrid, but combined with the likes of Kuyt (who shares his passion of having mullets) and Captain Courageous Stevie G, this lad is bound to burn some nets along the way to Liverpool's first championship since 1990. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Torres first caught my eye during his first ever appearance in the 2006 World Cup Finals in Germany, he scored the final goal in a 4-0 victory over Ukraine with a superbly taken volley. In the second group match, he scored twice against Tunisia, in the 76th minute for Spain to take the lead 2-1 and then again from the penalty spot in the 90th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the best thing aout him is that after the World Cup he admitted that he turned down the chance to join Chelsea after the end of the 2005-06 season. Anyone who turns down Chelski deserves a spot in my dream team!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He'll take over the club's No. 9 shirt, which has previously been worn by legendary Liverpool strikers Robbie Fowler and Ian Rush. It was revealed during the Liverpool press conference that the initial fee stood at £20 million at the time of transfer, and could rise to £26.5 million depending on his future achievements&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.(i.e winning every single damn trophy in sight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, a big thank you to Luis Garcia who went to Atletico Madrid as part of the deal. You have kept us entertained with all your dubious goals against Chelski, no matter what they say, we know it crossed the line. Good luck and all the best. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-9005313016092021535?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/9005313016092021535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=9005313016092021535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/9005313016092021535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/9005313016092021535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rov23wy2A8I/AAAAAAAAABk/_GDutVRXwIo/s72-c/040707_torres_signs_300_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-4161968743173849278</id><published>2007-07-02T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:14:15.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Transvestites, real men in disguise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RogNWAy2A7I/AAAAAAAAABc/X0RTgEGV1VY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082326851309142962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RogNWAy2A7I/AAAAAAAAABc/X0RTgEGV1VY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             &lt;strong&gt;WTF?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay, almost everyone that knows me knows how i hate transvestites (pondans). If theres one subgroup of people i can stand/prejudiced about its them. This really has nothing to do with what im about to write, just that on the way to my 2nd (yes,2nd,caught the premier too) viewing of transformers, i noticed these two pondan type things with biceps bigger than mine. Not to mention facial hair. These must be the low budget pondans without the necessary means to properly groom themselves haha. No matter how disgusting they looked i must admit tho, with biceps like theirs, i could have easily been ass raped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082306793811870610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="346" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rof7Ggy2A5I/AAAAAAAAABM/hMaFlBJ09AY/s320/TF_Intl_OS_Sphere.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone born before the late 90's would certainly be familiar with the Transformers franchise. I remember waking up early every weekend in order not to miss any episode (which sometimes was not shown in sequential order by the local tv stations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082303667075679106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rof4Qgy2A4I/AAAAAAAAABE/TOi4kzbRrGE/s320/Transformers.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; im more of a real man than you'll ever be, fag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the hype surrounding the first live action transformers movie, i just had to make it a point to catch it as early as possible to see for myself wether or not justice has been done in potraying my childhood favorites and one of the most influential and successful cartoon franchises. I really hate it when Hollywood decides to be smart when making adaptations or remakes and kills of the whole essence of the originals that we fell in love with. This was looking more like one of those moments by the minute. Especially with inconsistant director, Micheal Bay at the helm you KNOW its time to lower your expectations so you wont bee too dissapointed in case it bombs. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(one minute he makes the critically acclaimed , Armageddon, the next minute hes kamikaze dive bombing straight to hell with the crappy Pearl Harbor). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, expectations aside, i went in with a smile on my face to watch 3 tons of metal lugging it out against each other and heres the verdict:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082321804722570146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RogIwQy2A6I/AAAAAAAAABU/do2U0MCh8YU/s320/R0001116.bmp" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Plot:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Earth becomes the staging ground for a massive war between two groups of alien robots: the heroic Autobots and the evil Decepticons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Good:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although the main plot somewhat 'strayed' from the original G1 storyline, i felt it was a good modern rendition that will satisfy fans of the cartoon and appeal to people new to the franchise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CGI was impressive, the robots did a better acting job than some of the human actors involved. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Corny but entertaining (and some nostalgic) one liners.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast paced action sequences that kept you at the edge of your seat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ridiculously awesome sequences of mass destruction. (if you like to see things blowing up :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simple, straight foward storyline keeps the nostalgic feeling of the originals. I could imagine M. Night Syamalan directing it trying to be all artsy leaving people confused in the end :) . &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(so youre saying the autobots werent exactly good? the humans are actually from the future? optimus is actually dead but he doesnt know it? haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seeing childhood memories come to life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Battle scenes can be confusing as the action is shot close up,and blurry (ala pearl harbor) making out whos fighting who is impossible at times cos all we can see is some tires,metal and wires mixing it up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The main characters (Shia LaBeouf n Magen Fox's) acting was plain stupid at times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some scenes were totally filler and had nothing to do with the outcome of the plot.&lt;/p&gt;The whole dialog consisted of one liners. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Designs of the decepticons &lt;strong&gt;sucked&lt;/strong&gt;. It was hard to distinguish between them when in robot mode as they unlike the autobots, all had the same color scheme.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than bumblebee,prime and megatron, the other robots get very little screen time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michael Bay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ugly:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There seems to be an aura of disrepect towards the franchise coming from Michael Bay which is evident from his interviews AND some scenes in the movie which can be seen as mockery rather than homage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone in town now is suddenly a transformers fan.&lt;/p&gt;Micheal Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While not exactly phenomenal, it is easily one of the most entertaining releases this year (after the bunch of ghost rider/fantastic four like crap we had to deal with). Although the acting and storyline could have been polished further, Transformers does deliver as a reincarnation of the original cartoons, justifying the hype and hope of fans and newcomers alike. Although some hardcore fans might disagree with the differences with the original, but hey, would you really wanna watch a whole season of storyline jam packed into two hours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;looks like a stable foundation for maybe a sequel or two. (hopefully not directed by michael bay, maybe james cameron or speilberg himself?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all the crap movies this year,this is finally one thats worth my 10 bucks in terms of entertainment value. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final Say:&lt;/strong&gt; Id give it a 6.5/10. Would have been a perfect 10 if Michael Bay didnt screw some things up and had more respect for the franchise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-4161968743173849278?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4161968743173849278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=4161968743173849278&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4161968743173849278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4161968743173849278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/07/transvestites-real-men-in-disguise.html' title='Transvestites, real men in disguise.'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RogNWAy2A7I/AAAAAAAAABc/X0RTgEGV1VY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-5557871209315193325</id><published>2007-07-01T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:38:44.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><title type='text'>Free gift my ASuS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please dont pay any attention to the post title. Its not meant to make any sense, nothing in the world makes sense, until of course you read through the whole post, or die. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its been awhile since my last post, been preoccupied with other priorities that need to be fulfilled. Well, lacking in time doesnt mean a shortage of ideas and material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually ive been spending my free time during the last few days exploring my new laptop. Yes people, although it may not seem like it. I AM a dinosaur and im NOT Y2K compatible. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the digital haven of kuching (Wisma Saberkas) on Thursday searching for the ideal laptop/notebook for dinosaurs such as i to actually experience a change with seamless transition, and one that would fit a considerably tight budget. But as far as we know, tight budget = lesser products. That need not be the case if you actually took your time to compare between products. Im starting to talk nonsense right? Actually im just having fun typing on this smooth keyboard after 5 years or so mashing the keyboard of my family's old Acer desktop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081940183993418578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RoatrAy2A1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/gs_-Dil-i5Y/s320/2_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after much scrutinizing, i decided on the Asus F3Jc. The retail price was going for RM3988.00 which touched the very peak of my budget for the day. So i , being a true blue Malaysian, decided to haggle as best as i could but the salesman didnt give in. Then he informed me that he could give me a lower price, but at the expense of the 'free gifts' that was supposed to come with the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081945574177375090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Roaykwy2A3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KuRhNWoPfb0/s320/kb_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;salesman:&lt;/strong&gt; okayla. like this liaw. can give less one. but no free gift lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; how much less?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;salesman:&lt;/strong&gt; RM30 less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; WTF?! &lt;a href="mailto:#@$#$!@#$!%^%&amp;%@$@#$"&gt;#@$#$!@#$!%^%&amp;amp;%@$@#$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(fyi the 'free gifts' aforementioned actually consists of the carrier bag, optical mouse and a 2gb brandless china made pen drive, the first two items being bundle items which are sold together with the main product.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that got me stunned for a few seconds. How is that even possible considering the fact that those are 'free gifts'?! Suddenly the term "nothing is free' goes without saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that most, if not all of the retail outlets were offering the exact same price with the exact same 'free gift' situation, i wrote down a whole motion to charge them with fraudulent misrepresantation then suddenly remembered i was in Malaysia, so i just decided to just agree to buying it at the full price, but first making full use of the 'free gift' situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 0.000015 seconds to think to myself ala Michael Scofield, Prison Break style "I need the bag, i need the mouse...lets see...ive already got a pen drive, maybe i can take this one and shove it up his ass". The salesman then obliged, bending over and dropping his........you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i tried to negotiate having a laser printer, high resolution scanner, digicam and mp3 player instead of the lousy pen drive that probably was given free to the company anyway. After moments of tough negotiating, we settled on a logitech 2.1 speaker system (that was incidentially on sale at the moment, but a way better option than a cap palang pen drive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont go in depth as to how (choose one:) morally/legally/socially/politically wrong it is to misrepresent status of 'free' items, that is for you to decide. All I know that it IS a sad situation the way or society works.Maybe next time when im a full fleged lawyer i shall look into it but for im just happy i got what i wanted and made others look like idiots at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081940411626685282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Roat4Qy2A2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_8YL1ufsI0U/s320/build_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not too shabby eh Watson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, with all that aside, the Asus F3Jc comes loaded with features such as: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intel Core Duo T5500 1.66GHz, 2MB L2 cache, 533MHz FSB Processor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;512MB DDr2 Ram.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15.4" WXGA "glossy" screen at 1280x800 resolution. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nVidia Geforce Go 7300 128MB (up to 512MB with TurboCache) at 350/600MHz core/memory speeds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;100GB Hard Disk Drive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But youre not interested in all that now are you? Overall, this is a pretty decent mid-ranged laptop which in certain aspects is better than its competitors in the same price range. The looks alone is just killer, ample hard disk space, good minor built in features (webcam,mmc reader,bluetooth etc..) although graphic processing might feel a little sluggish compared to models with superior graphic chips &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(still kicks my dinosaur geforce 2's ass 3 times over)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt; but overall, well worth the money youre spending. If youre looking for a simple laptop to type out work, assignments, wasting time on blogs etc... yet still powerful enough for the occasional games and dvd's, this is probably one to consider.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value for money&lt;br /&gt;Good build quality and input devices&lt;br /&gt;Overall good screen quality&lt;br /&gt;Conveniently placed ports&lt;br /&gt;Stylish sleek looks makes others look like furry kittens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cd drive may get a little noisy at times&lt;br /&gt;Some may dislike that most the ports are on the right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-5557871209315193325?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5557871209315193325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=5557871209315193325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5557871209315193325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5557871209315193325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/07/free-gift-my-asus.html' title='Free gift my ASuS.'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RoatrAy2A1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/gs_-Dil-i5Y/s72-c/2_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-2492991231386265690</id><published>2007-06-20T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:55:54.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Public toilet politics</title><content type='html'>Affairs regarding Socio-Political Blogs and some minor misadventures has made headlines in the media recently. More and more people are starting to realize the potential (or threat, depends on which floor you work at :) of independant media as an influential source of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, yesterday i found out first hand that Malaysian politics are at an all time low and the fate of Socio-Political Blogs isnt looking too good as a new form of independant media has emerged and gaining in popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a drink with a friend at a local 24 hour kopitiam when i suddenly had the urge to answer natures call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was, minding my own business,ciggarette in hand, smiling to myself as i read the nonsense and profanity written on the walls and doors. Till i saw these on the door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078037657028833634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RnjQWC9CsWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1wrCoOFZbyg/s320/19_06_07_0213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079750863648633202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/Rn7mfy9CsXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YtRnhDtZ7ak/s320/25_06_07_0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toilet vandals have gone up a level! Welcome to the world of Socio-political toilet writing. If this continues, the Government would call for all toilet writers to be registered, form a code of ethics of toilet writers and maybe a sedition act plus spend RM50billion to make a task force to monitor toilet writings. When all else fails, theyd have to pass an act to ban toilet doors. Malaysia Boleh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-2492991231386265690?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/2492991231386265690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=2492991231386265690&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/2492991231386265690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/2492991231386265690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/06/public-toilet-politics.html' title='Public toilet politics'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RnjQWC9CsWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1wrCoOFZbyg/s72-c/19_06_07_0213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-521570445734390768</id><published>2007-06-17T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:44:47.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>This ones for Dad,</title><content type='html'>Happy fathers day to my Dad and all the Dads in the world. Sadly today my dads pet Arowana had died. My dad is not the worlds best pet lover, he finds most pets irritating especially cats (that poop in our garden) but this little (big) fish had a special place in his heart (although i know he wont admit it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a beautiful poem i found, dedicated to all Fathers for this special day. Something different than the dark poems i post. A little sunshine once in a while wouldnt kill hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A True Father© By Debra M. Booth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most any man can father a child for this we know is true, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but to be a good dad there's a whole lot more for all these men to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They have to have strength to endure long days even though their bodies be tired, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the love in their hearts has to show in their eyes to the child who so admires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They have to show honesty through each day and show that life is worth living, they have to show caring in all they do in taking and in giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Understanding has to be a big part of the father's heart as well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and though he feels pain or hurts at times he may never, never tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They have a great laughter that shows in their eyes and comes rolling from within, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to light up the faces of each little child as each day draws to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopes for today, Dreams for tomorrow is what they must keep showing, a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nd though they grow old they still feel great joy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the love of their children keeps growing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Fathers day Dad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love, J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-521570445734390768?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/521570445734390768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=521570445734390768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/521570445734390768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/521570445734390768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-ones-for-dad.html' title='This ones for Dad,'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-7104945097876408384</id><published>2007-06-17T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:45:37.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The dark of night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did not write this poem, but it is one of my favorite dark poems. I guess thats because it does describe me in a way. A creature of the night, lurking in the dark, striking when you least expect it. In other words, i have insomnia haha. Thanks to the original author for creating this piece. Do enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The black night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;full of fear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of evil of death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is home to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The moon is my sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its pale light washes over me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it lights my dark path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it does not burn like the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it brings me no harm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black is my solemn colour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Death is my companion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mine is not like theirs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am an outcast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I am happy in my own way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-7104945097876408384?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7104945097876408384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=7104945097876408384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/7104945097876408384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/7104945097876408384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/06/black-night-full-of-fear-of-evil-of_17.html' title='The dark of night'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-9002625964124332004</id><published>2007-06-14T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:56:24.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Bush is now a magician!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Was going through the morning papers when this caught my attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During a trip to Albania, where he recieved a 'heroes' welcome, George 'Dubya' Bush Jr. &lt;em&gt;'allegedly'&lt;/em&gt; had his watch stolen while mingling with the crowd. But this was denied as Mr. President '&lt;em&gt;allegedly&lt;/em&gt;' had dropped his watch and put it in his pocket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/06/12/politics/main2919865.shtml?source=RSSattr=World_2919865"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read full story here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either hes lying or hes been training with the likes of David Blaine or the guy from Fuyo Magic as his watch just dissapeared without any sign of him actually taking it off or picking it up. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(see video below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q__P1jqaGqg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks like even the pettiest of stories deserves a 'cover-up' nowadays, something the US government is undoubtedly good at. What exactly are they trying to hide? A terrorist attack? A struggle for oil? A fake Rolex from petaling street?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My guess is this was what actually happened:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dubya&lt;/strong&gt;: Goddamit!! These Niggers stole ma watch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secret Service Guy&lt;/strong&gt;: Uh, Sir, were in Albania.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dubya&lt;/strong&gt;: Thats what i said years ago!!! we shud have gotten rid of these Niggers in Alabama when we could!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secret Service Guy&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kruuuuu...kruuuuuuuu....kruuuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-9002625964124332004?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/9002625964124332004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=9002625964124332004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/9002625964124332004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/9002625964124332004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/06/bush-is-now-magician.html' title='Bush is now a magician!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-5603920792750324534</id><published>2007-06-14T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:08:49.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Midge / Awake and dreaming</title><content type='html'>My mom requested something i wrote about Midge,our cat which passed away in 1999. She was a stray that followed us home circa '95/96. We gave her some food and a towel and placed it outside our door. Being a stray we didnt expect to see her still there the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did she stay till she passed on, the tailless wonder (yes, her tail was only about an inch long) never failed to amuse her with her antics. She would bring back 'gifts' of dead birds and rats especially for my mom, gallop home the moment she saw our car turn into the driveway,jump up on the kitchen counter looking for fish and yet seemingly understanding every word we said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly i dont recall what i wrote or where i put it, untill then, ill put this up instead. Im not sure really what this is supposed to mean. Do tell me what you think it means, to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;To stare at fate&lt;br /&gt;The empty faces&lt;br /&gt;Of fear and hate&lt;br /&gt;Though forgotten&lt;br /&gt;They still haunt&lt;br /&gt;The dreams I walk&lt;br /&gt;To find my faults&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;My lonely bed&lt;br /&gt;Bears witness&lt;br /&gt;To my hearts desire&lt;br /&gt;To be on fire&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would&lt;br /&gt;Turn around&lt;br /&gt;Be gone with this place&lt;br /&gt;These hollow faces&lt;br /&gt;They still haunt&lt;br /&gt;The dreams I have&lt;br /&gt;Where my life&lt;br /&gt;Is but yours&lt;br /&gt;Then screams of fate&lt;br /&gt;These dreams of hate&lt;br /&gt;Shows me really&lt;br /&gt;That I am awake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-5603920792750324534?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5603920792750324534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=5603920792750324534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5603920792750324534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5603920792750324534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/06/midge-awake-and-dreaming.html' title='Midge / Awake and dreaming'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-7080494159929776325</id><published>2007-06-13T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T03:24:03.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Angels last breath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Found this in my archive of my dark poem like things. I was prompted to write this as i was driving home alone one stormy night. I &lt;em&gt;'thought' &lt;/em&gt;i saw a winged being fly across the horizon and suddenly i was overcome by such pain &amp;amp; sadness when i thought about it. Might have just been a stork or bat, but this is the result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark nights and empty skies&lt;br /&gt;Hear the sounds, the angels cry&lt;br /&gt;She whispers softly, past the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Served with sugar and an ounce of pain&lt;br /&gt;Like crows they linger, waiting for a sign&lt;br /&gt;Then the tears fall, given to fly&lt;br /&gt;Clouds part, the heavens roar&lt;br /&gt;Making way, so she'll suffer no more&lt;br /&gt;One last smile, leaving it all behind&lt;br /&gt;The pain the anguish, hate and fear&lt;br /&gt;She remembers, oh so clear&lt;br /&gt;The tainted reflections on a shattered mirror&lt;br /&gt;Dark nights, empty skies&lt;br /&gt;Hear the sounds, these angels cry&lt;br /&gt;Cry my love , just cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Even Kings one day will have their day to die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-7080494159929776325?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7080494159929776325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=7080494159929776325&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/7080494159929776325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/7080494159929776325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/06/angels-last-breath.html' title='Angels last breath.'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-616544033961725511</id><published>2007-06-11T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T04:15:57.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Care to be told 'a beautiful lie'?</title><content type='html'>Tagging everything 'emo' nowdays seems to be the 'in' thing for record labels to do. Band such as Coheed &amp; Cambria &amp;amp; 30 seconds to Mars have suffered this fate. Although the band dresses in suits and wear eye-liner, there is definately nothing 'emo' about the bands style of music except for the emotional nature of the songs lyrics. With influences ranging from Pink Floyd to Rush, and Brian Eno to The Cure, one can expect their music to have a more progressive influence compared to your typical 'emo' type acts. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even RnB,blues,rock kapak n even dangdut lyrics are emotional, doesnt make it emo, right&lt;/span&gt;?). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And eat this Gerrard Way, even Marilyn Manson was wearing makeup before you were walking around in your mommy's high heels. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074513808161157458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RmxLbC9CsVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7KMLj9YBVeo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, being tagged 'emo' was what got this guys frequent airplay on MTV Malaysia and Malaysian radiowaves this year. Yes this year, after the surge in the 'emo' following eventhough this album was released 2 years ago as a follow up to their 2002 release which received mixed reviews but was a hit within the 'space rock' genre (tsk, all the labels nowadays is making me dizzy). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;30STM's front man, Jared Leto, may appear familiar to you, and there is a good chance you have seen him up on the silver screen many times as he acted in films such as Fight Club , Requiem For A Dream &amp; Alexander.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some may be turned off by albums sung by actors turned musicians (I mean honestly, who the hell gave William Shatner a record deal?!), but Leto's voice really delivers and blends in well with the music. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The album starts of with 'Attack', and the track does what the title promises to. One of the 'heavier' songs on the album, 'Attack' features a haunting main riff with a powerful chorus of Jared screaming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Creepy soft piano intro then takes us into the title track, 'A beautiful lie' , a more melodic song about the lies we live in that, however beautiful, don't actually achieve us anything. Oh yeah, Jared screams somewhere along the choruses as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The third song on the CD is probably the one that youre most familiar/fed up with as 'The Kill' has been on MTV and the radio almost continuosly for the past month or so. Love it or hate it, the heartbroken lyrics IS catchy, creative yet easy to relate to...and more Jared screaming throughout the whole song! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the album is a mix around with the flavours of the first 3 songs, im not mentioning it not because its bad, theyre pretty decent really. Although it does get abit repititive after the 7th track or so. Compared to their first album, the music arrangements have matured a whole lot and the talents of the drummer Shannon Leto and guitarist Tomo Milicevic is evident. Depending on how you like screaming however, Jared may get annoying at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were lucky enough to pick up the special edition of this album, it included two bonus tracks, one of which is a Bjork cover. The techno/industrial influenced drum machine sounds great. Leto actually does a good male representation of how Bjork sings. The lyrics are odd, but hell it's Bjork, nuff said. A good cover, but you'll hate it if you think Bjork is music for crazy people from Russia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(shes from iceland really.....no its not the same)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Overall, a decent listen even if youre not into 'emo', or even if you hate emo, this probably is the album to convince you that not all 'emo' bands are cry babies and want their mommies to slit their wrists cos they cant do it themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At least, music wise, this band achieved 2 years ago, what 'My Chemical Romance' tried to do earlier this year but failed miserably...which is achieving musical maturity, not vice versa as many would think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pros&lt;/strong&gt; - Talented musicians. good music arrangements compared to generic 'emo' bands. Jareds voice is pretty nice, at least he doesnt sound like a girl a.k.a Gerard Way when he screams. First half of album has pretty good songs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cons &lt;/strong&gt;- Jared cant stop screaming. 2nd half of album abit repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the end of the day, A beautiful lie deserves 5.5/10 stars. The half star just because Jared'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s band kicks Keanu's bands ass!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-616544033961725511?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/616544033961725511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=616544033961725511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/616544033961725511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/616544033961725511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/06/care-to-be-told-beautiful-lie.html' title='Care to be told &apos;a beautiful lie&apos;?'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/RmxLbC9CsVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7KMLj9YBVeo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-4477688069101294886</id><published>2007-06-08T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T07:16:38.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Blogophobia</title><content type='html'>Just my 2 cents on a bunch of merry-go-round events thats been happening in the Malaysian cyberspace/reality confusion lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-disclaimer-&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS JUST MY 2 cents. I HAVE NO INTENTION TO TURN THIS BLOG POLITICAL NOR DO I SUPPORT ANY POLITICAL FACTION. I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; THE &lt;strong&gt;ANTI&lt;/strong&gt;-POLITICIAN. :)&lt;br /&gt;-end disclaimer-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The down low: The government wants to ban/register/censor bloggers. Why? Because they have low self esteem and their GUILT of not doing their job properly results in a knee-jerk reaction to start pointing fingers and launching pre-emptive strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did we bloggers do to fight against it? UNITE!!! Hooorayy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall right into their trap (but i doubt the political think-tanks actually realized this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all kudos on the formation of the National Alliance of Bloggers. I know they mean well and the main purpose is to unite and protect us kindred spirits and i support every attempt to achieve that, but IMHO this was too soon and may seem like another desperation move to counter the same. Why should we formalize anything as it is only giving them (gov't) reason to 'formally' pursue the alliance should things not turn out the way they planned? I would rather stay unbound (&lt;strong&gt;not stay anonymous&lt;/strong&gt; ,mind you, Datuk Shaziman Abu Mansor ) by any precedent or code of ethics that might turn up along the line of our fight to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to handle this situation is, (but sadly its a long shot. no. its a loooooooooooooong shot) is to change our own mentality towards handling these issues. Are we (including politicians) so insecure that we have to be on full guard and panic eveytime someone else says our name , suspecting its been said in a derogatory manner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once was taught this malay phrase in school : "Berani Kerana Benar" which loosely translates into something like "Bravery justified by truth" (excuse me but my BM not so good &lt;em&gt;lah),&lt;/em&gt; but you get the picture. So if we (&lt;strong&gt;especially including POLITICIANS&lt;/strong&gt;) had no demons to hide from, why do we have our panties in a bunch? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(however it is proven that small penis sizes may result in insecurity, hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at western society (example only, not promoting) where media icons like Jay Leno, David Letterman, Dave Chappelle poke fun at themselves INCLUDING their current PRESIDENT and the entire cabinate as a matter of fact. But you dont hear Jay Leno being held at Guantanamo Bay for commenting on George 'Dubya' Bush Jr's inability to use proper grammar or joke about Bill Clintons former 'alleged' romp with Lewinsky now do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that you ask? Because they seperate entertainment from reality, fact from fiction. They realize and accept their shortcomings and weaknesses thus turning it into their advantages . Untill we learn to laugh at ourselves and not be so UBER-sensitive, i believe no umbrella,alliance or union will be able to help us once the BIG MAN is calling for our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media may be the most powerful tool today, but no matter how powerful it may be it is still upto the people to accept or reject the information they recieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power to the people. Sekian terima kasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-4477688069101294886?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4477688069101294886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=4477688069101294886&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4477688069101294886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/4477688069101294886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogophobia.html' title='Blogophobia'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-8085731193519343653</id><published>2007-06-07T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T19:17:51.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>a letter, to the divine..</title><content type='html'>I wrote this awhile back, but this is the first time its really been shown public other than on my friendster blog. My mom says my style of writing is dark and deep. Well, thats art, everyone is entitled to their own perceptions. Nothing is neither wrong nor right, neither black or white. If only life could imitate art in that sense. Well..here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here i lay my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crimson heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blackened with &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;burnt&lt;/span&gt; desires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the one who suffers no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who knows no pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here i lay my last breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deep beneath the &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;silent shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the ones long forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a shallow grave,far from eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here i bare my empty soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cruel enough i'll never&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the one who doesnt desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the one who doesnt have a name....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is never really there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the one like &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-8085731193519343653?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8085731193519343653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=8085731193519343653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8085731193519343653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8085731193519343653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/06/letter-to-divine.html' title='a letter, to the divine..'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-5869767475083839700</id><published>2007-06-07T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T06:08:37.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The one and only pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5wuDBWdG_DwBJg2jzbkF/SIG=148gmatfg/EXP=1181243139/**http://photo.sing365.com/music/Image.nsf/PicUnid/DC6875729805F6A948256B84003724EC/$file/Smashing+Pumpkins+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="232" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5wuDBWdG_DwBJg2jzbkF/SIG=148gmatfg/EXP=1181243139/**http%3A//photo.sing365.com/music/Image.nsf/PicUnid/DC6875729805F6A948256B84003724EC/$file/Smashing%2BPumpkins%2B28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it wasnt for Billy Corgan, James Iha, D'arcy &amp; Jimmy Chamberlin or better known as The Smashing Pumpkins, i probably wouldnt have picked up a guitar. heck, i probably would have even bothered listening to music. It was the siamese dream era, i was barely 11 years old when 'cherub rock' was the skater/punk/rebel anthem and 'disarm' was THE emotional track that could bring one to tears . If it wasnt for the success of Siamese dream, the band might have disbanded there and then and wouldnt have grown into the icons they are today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 years on from their debut, Gish a tribute album entitled,&lt;br /&gt;The Killer In You: A Tribute To Smashing Pumpkins" was released by Reignition Recordings , a small recording company that makes compilation and cover albums with some random and up and coming bands. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="251" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/22/Killer_in_you_tribute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Somehow this record managed to slip under my radar until earlier this year as im usually very sensitive when it comes to SP material, but then again, being released by a small company means lack of promotion funds especially to reach our beloved Malaysian shores .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the record, the compilation comprises of 11 songs from throughout the bands era, namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Roses Are Red - "Cherub Rock"&lt;br /&gt;02. A Thorn For Every Heart - "Jelly Belly"&lt;br /&gt;03. Poison The Well - "Soma"&lt;br /&gt;04. Emanuel - "Mayonaise"&lt;br /&gt;05. Armor For Sleep - "Today"&lt;br /&gt;06. Hopesfall - "Eye"&lt;br /&gt;07. A Static Lullaby - "The Everlasting Gaze"&lt;br /&gt;08. Vaux - "1979"&lt;br /&gt;09. 32 Leaves - "Zero"&lt;br /&gt;10. Murder By Death - "We Only Come Out At Night"&lt;br /&gt;11. Eighteen Visions - "Quiet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Poison the Well and Static Lullaby i have/had no idea who the other bands are. As i slipped the CD into my player, I had my reservations as i doubted that anyone could do it better or even match the original versions.&lt;br /&gt;My first impressions after viewing the tracklist was 'where the hell is bullet with butterfly wings? disarm? ' but what the hell, ill just give it a try anyway..cant be that bad....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover of cherub rock was a decent one as it kinda stayed true to the original except for some totally random palm mutings and double pedal drums in the 2nd half which was pointless as it didnt really have an effect on the song as a whole (which in this case is a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing the first track, i had my expectations up a little , expecting things to take off from there, boy was i wrong, everything just seem to go downhill - head first.&lt;br /&gt;Save for cherub rock,soma and zero, everything else was...you got it...EMO-IZED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHO THE FUCK DIED AND THOUGHT THE SMASHING PUMPKINS WAS EMO?!-&lt;br /&gt;(The initials SP ironically nowdays reffers to whiny crybaby band simple plan instead of the one true pumpkins, someone mustve got drunk/confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been better had bands like Muse, Mars Volta, Coheed n Cambria , a perfect circle (had they not disbanded themselves) or even bands like Dillinger escape plan (could have done tracks like jellybelly better i.m.h.o) been given a chance to do renditions or the pumpkins classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jellybelly was too hectic to even listen halfway thru, the original was supposed to be hectic but this one is just plain messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;static lullaby should be crucified upside down for their atrocious 'screamo' attempt at everlasting gaze but most of all i was disgusted at the way these bands approached mayonnaise and 1979,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could hardly recognize 1979 anymore. Yes, two thumbs up for trying to be original, but the main thing is that these two tracks has lost its 'soul', lifeless. It doesnt give you goosebumps or that feeling in your stomache the first time you listened to mayonnaise or 1979 and had flashbacks of your first date or crush in highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point i was about to delete this monstrosity from my hard drive.....ooops, throw away the CD but before i knew it 'Zero' was playing, the vocalist sounded like marilyn manson a little, but hey..at least it wasnt so EMO...it actually complimented the darker more gothic tone to the song. Zero actually grew on me after awhile so i gave the last two tracks the benefit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next track by Murder By Death would probably (as the band name suggests) murder your ears, unless of course youre a fan of richard cheese or weird al yankovic, i almost burst out laughing listening to it...the original version itself was quite hard to swallow, but it had a certain value to it that would grow on you. this rendition is just comical.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt really bother with the last track, altough arguably less emo &amp; closer to the original than the rest i wasnt in any sort of mood anymore to listen to bastardizations of the legendary pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pros:&lt;/strong&gt; cherub rock &amp;amp; zero was at least DECENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cons:&lt;/strong&gt; emo concept made some songs lose its very essence rendering it meaningless compared to the original incarnations.&lt;br /&gt;Crap bands. Some better songs could have easily replaced 'we only come out at night'. 11 songs doesnt do the bands history justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt; : 3.5/1o.  A nice idea but not enough effort. It takes alot to beat the masters at their own game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-5869767475083839700?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5869767475083839700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=5869767475083839700&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5869767475083839700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/5869767475083839700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-and-only-pumpkins.html' title='The one and only pumpkins'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407500050624873572.post-8708929280643250456</id><published>2007-06-07T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T02:49:50.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>First post!!!!</title><content type='html'>My first post, look out for food/movie/music (local n international) reviews and rantings from a slightly 'different' point of view. Might put up works of art and original literature along the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;: Not for the faint hearted n closed minded. If youre offended by sarcasm and the occasional four letter word, i suggest you shake your head and go &lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; . Feel free to leave comments n suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-6-07, the day poetry murdered our souls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407500050624873572-8708929280643250456?l=thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8708929280643250456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407500050624873572&amp;postID=8708929280643250456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8708929280643250456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407500050624873572/posts/default/8708929280643250456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetryofmurder.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-post.html' title='First post!!!!'/><author><name>CypheR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517549575933092358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn7oLDgm4d8/S23OlWtzRII/AAAAAAAAANk/kN0qhyBw9wk/S220/DSC01295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
