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Saturday, May 31, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

RAP OF THE 80'S / 90'S ERA.

I wished that I am qualified enough to comment on the progress of rap music of the american blacks as early as the 80's. Here I would like to write as much mental information I have about the rap music scene in the 80's and 90's. My music genre is very versatile. I may be listening to Ambient today, Metal yesterday and Hip-Hop tomorrow. Music is a universal subject, so to stay mainstreamed to one genre is indeed narrow. Music is about experimenting, explore, getting close to it and loving it. When I talk about Rap music of the early 80's and early 90's, some might agree that it is kind of a little bit old school, a little way off the tracks, sudah lapuk. Hey, hey, hold your horses, readers, are you, the generation Y'ers realize that it is the initial start-up of underground and garage rap music in the 80's which leads on to huge success of the rap genre in general? Why don't I take you down the memory lane...

According to my personal research, the earliest finding of rap music will be "Rapper's Delight", 1979 by the Sugarhill Gang. Rap originated in the mid-1970's in the South Bronx area of New York City. Rap has to account for its roots in the 1950's rock and roll, which both genre originated within the Afro-American community and both were recorded by small, independent record labels and marketed exclusively to the black audience. A small group of white musicians followed suit in the 'borrowed' culture of rap music. For instance, The Beastie Boys had managed to break through the blacks-only rap scene and cater to more white punks in general. The group Run-DMC was a powerful early influence in rap music with its punchy rhythms and forceful raps. In 1986 Run-DMC helped bring rap into the mainstream when it released "Walk This Way" recorded with rock outfit Aerosmith. Run-DMC's popular album in 1986 is "Raising Hell. With the help of Carribean DJs, rap music was introduced into the Bronx in the 70's. One significant Black Muslim DJ shall be Afrika Bambaata, whom sound mixing works then brought about a new dimension to mixings in a rap song. Another mentionable rap group shall be Grandmaster Flash, 1976, whom were the first rap artists to make social and political commentary a focus of their music. American rap group Public Enemy, formed in 1987, became known for its controversial lyrics and creative backing tracks.

Alongside the rise of political rap came the introduction of gangsta rap, which attempts to depict an outlaw lifestyle of sex, drugs, and violence in inner-city America. In 1988 the first major album of gangsta rap was released: Straight Outta Compton by the rap group NWA (Niggaz With Attitude). Songs from the album generated an extraordinary amount of controversy for their violent attitudes and inspired protests from a number of organizations, including the FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation). However, attempts to censor gangsta rap only served to publicize the music and make it more attractive to both black and white youths. NWA became a platform for launching the solo careers of some of the most influential rappers and rap producers in the gangsta style, including Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, and Eazy-E. As rap became increasingly part of the American mainstream in the 1990s, political rap became less prominent while gangsta rap, as epitomized by the Geto Boys, Snoop Doggy Dogg, and Tupac Shakur, grew in popularity.

Essential old school rap are : 2 Live Crew, LL Cool J, DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince, MC Hammer, Snap, Cypress Hill, Run DMC, Public Enemy, Dr DRE, Salt & Pepa, Grandmaster Flash and Marky Mark among all other good rap music.

How long did it take for the Asian region to follow-up with the progress of rap music among their local artists? Two decades, to be exact. While a number of well-groomed listeners have by then immuned to the sounds of rap, sound mixings, breakbeat, quick mixing and scratching, the malay music scene had only tried too hard to pick up on the booming rap genre in 1992. Shameful bullcraps, recording labels in Malaysia produced boring, baseless rap outfit '4U2C' to cater to the malay audience during that time. That groupie really had me laughing my guts out at their trying too hard attempts. However, I salute groupie 'KRU' for being able to stay in the rap/pop culture for a long time now. Skru the other groupies, man! Now that we have reached the millenia, the up and rising aggressive rap outfits shall be Singapore's 'Triple Noize' and M'sia's 'Too Phat.' I would like to send my warmest regards to these 2 exceptional groupies and wish them the very best to strive further in the rap scene in our region. Ever tried learning Japanese Hiragana and Katakana languages? Try listening to Japanese rap. Very, very entertaining. Very, very pari-pari.

Today I might be talking crap and rapping around, perhaps tomorrow I shall be talking jazz, depending on my music moods. Eminem still stands a chance for an inclusion in the established rap scene, he is but 2 decades late.

A Generation X'er music review.

Wassalam.

Rest In Peace... 2Pac Shakur.












Friday, May 30, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

KAMASUTRA FRIDAY

I am on my annual leave over this weekend. To get away from 'office stress' for a little while. Coincidentally, as was planned for a quiet weekend this week, I received an e-mail reply on Monday from one of the world's established moving company for an offer of a job interview in the position of Move Management Co-ordinator. A beautifully planned schedule from the heavens, I must say. My annual leave been approved by my Admin Manageress on the spot that I applied a week before, there, I am set to go for this job interview and Friday 30th May shall be my judgement day. Hopefully my stars are shining bright on me and my prayers to settle for that position is acknowledged, InsyaAllah. At the interview, it is one of my positive days which I was able to project an effective image on both the interviewers while I had them awed by my tremendous customer relations tactics which I learned while working at the airport previously. Satisfied by my outgoing personality, apart from my freight forwarding, logistics, warehousing and shipping knowledge, they both told me of my very good chance of plying for a place in their organization. I, too, am looking forward to the end results by June 6th or earlier. Wish for the best is all I chanced for!

Friday was meant to be a relaxing day for me, picking at the time ever so relaxingly. However, I was destined to be a little bit busy, going places. Had spent the morning with a good friend, having breakfast at that famous Jewish fast food outlet, save for its Halal certificate. Rambled around the very busy shopping centre at the western most part of Singapore, hopped on the bus to attend my interview, weather so sweltering hot, finished the interview, met with friend again, visited an almost forgotten land at the tip of north-west Singapore, overlooking Selat Johor. What an afternoon I had. So much for my planned quiet weekend. Evening slowly creeps in, the dusking curtains are preparing to draw over the setting sun. I had felt fatigue overcoming me and almost made a cancel to meet-up with Suzana & Parveender at Boat Quay. Ah! Yes, Suzana & Parveender, my long-service comrades from my alma mater.

The meeting was planned to be at 6pm at Boat Quay's Coffeebean. My idea was to sit comfortably and drink frothy blends while reminiscing old times. Being a congregation of 2 Malays and a Punjabi, funnily, everyone ran late! Janji keling. Putting aside that ever-so-normal women's habit of running late, I straightened up myself and use my reserve energy to spent the evening with the girls. Sipping and slurping at Coffebean was being replaced by an indulgence of egg prata at the nearby mamak shop. 3 girls, talking between munches, then by a sudden coincidence, Mandom & Widdle Wombat appeared from thin air and they enjoined us for prata snacking as well. Bila aku mimpi, kau mesti datang, kau ni kacau daun lah labu..Hahah! Just jesting to you, Mandom & W.Wombat.

It was Parveender Kaur who suggested to continue the night revelrie at Kazana Hindi Lounge to watch live Hindi singing and dance. The lounge was situated above Kazana Indian Restaurant, on the third level, by the Singapore River. It is an upmarket private lounge fit to sit less than a crowd of 40. I have never favoured Indian drinking holes before, therefore, Friday was my shot at something extraordinary. Having seated in the lounge, I find it to be kind of soothing, a different feeling altogether. The lighting in the pub is soft, with North Indian furniture lined up against either side of the walls, with Kamasutra-ic murals adorning the walls. Parveen and Suzana says the murals wern't portraying about Kamasutra, well I think it did. Maharajah being Maharajah, with all the time and wealth in the world, which court ladies mightest not spend an alluring, erotic kamasutra relationship in the palace? Once the 3 girls were blended in the surroundings, Parveen's first song request had to be "Sona Sona", I kept my ultra cool behaviour and refrain from jesting about her nerdy interest. "Sona Sona" was not bad at all, a fast paced modern Hindi song, its beats had my feet stamping against the carpeted floor, almost approving. Under an intricately designed gazebo, which the Hindi community call it 'palki', there are three musicians seated on the floor, 1 songstress and 1 male singer accompanied by two young dancers, all India mari.
The male singer had a voice to kill for, putting Aamir Khan to shamelessly sob in a corner, sounds quite recording-quality. The ladysinger though not as smashing as Latha Mangeshka's quality however still palateable, reasonably okay. The two young dancers, both carrying the standard of Bollywood dance steps, mesmerizes the audience, pretty sulking faces that needs rubbing of their flexible bones due from all the gyrating rump shaking and twirling numbers. Choli ka pichai ka he, choli ka pichai, hahahah!

Before the clock struck midnight, I had both my ladies delivered back to their husbands safely. To maintain trust and pleasant relationship on all coasts, me being the well-mannered single lady instills the 'before-midnight' curtain call of an all-girl's happy hour. Suzan & Parveen were speechless at my changing attitude, passing on the remarks about me being a naggy mother to them both. Girls, you both are married, with little kids. My single life leads a different pattern, therefore, it's best to return home soonest before midnight to your sweet homes and I hope you understand what I mean... In fact, I was over-fatigued and I need a good bathing to cleanse off the sticky perspiration away. All I want is a bath!

Wassalam...
Kamasutra, The Art of Love.






Thursday, May 29, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

My Fish Loves To Rock and Roll and Thump

AERIAL is an angry fish. I was sleeping in my room early this morning, it was way before 6 am, way under my wake-up call and I swear I heard Aerial thumping onto the top cover of his/her water chambers, where the scaly hump-headed fish was placed on my brother's pine table in his bedroom. The sound he/she made was alarmingly loud and full of angst, judging from the thud against the plastic cover. He/she must be hungry, I thought, in my slumber. I pass it off as one of Aerial's playful hattricks to catch our attention. Little did I realize that everyone clean forgot to feed Aerial today. So, at 2320hrs, I just fed Aerial with a dash of fish pellets. With an aggressive swoop, Aerial chomped off at his/her meal very, very quickly. Pity, if only Aerial could talk. And I wished that I could drop off a piece of frozen bloodworm for Aerial, but Mummy told me not to because Aerial only needs one meal a day and not more. I will feed you the bloodworm tomorrow morning, then, okay, Aerial? Please don't be mad at us for neglecting your meal today. I hope that you don't 'jump ship' or, is it 'jump tank', slither across the floor towards our feet and bite off our toes, darling? Nice fishy....

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Okay and now, for an update of how to get tickets for the upcoming ROCK ON gig on 5th July 2003. Hear ye, hear ye. All master puppeteers and horsemen, gig tickets are already out on sale since 28th May 2003 at the following places:-

MUZIKA RECORDS - JOO CHIAT COMPLEX.
ROXY RECORDS - FUNAN CENTER.
POP SONG CD SHOP - JURONG EAST CENTRAL STREET 13, OPPOSITE RAFFLES MEDICAL CLINIC.
LEE KWONG SENG MUSIC CENTER - SEMBAWANG.
ISMOUN M NASI AYAM - ADMIRALTY NTUC FOOD COURT (Nazri's makan shop).

TICKETS ALSO AVAILABLE AT DOOR ON 5TH JULY.

Tickets are priced at $10.00 each, free CD will be given out on day of gig. Gig hours are from 2pm to 8pm at Woodlands Community Club.
Performing bands are Metalheadz, 7 Pound Vein, Spellbound, Malex, Urbankarma and Karras.
Kindly contact any of the 3 horsemen Redzuan (e-mail aredz@urbankarma.every1.net), Yuslie (e-mail yuzz_6@yahoo.com)
and Zulkifli Ibrahim (e-mail zaq_i@yahoo.som) or horselady Norliza (sms at mobile 96287542) for details, tickets and manpower.

A few more days to the release of Metallica's new album - St. Anger . A must buy!

Rock On!
Wassalam.

Millenium Rock




Monday, May 26, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

BRAIN FOOD PLEEZE!

I need more brain food! Please, feed me some more. My hungry mind is scavenging through the rubbles of my community's blog-sites and to my horror, I find none updated documents so far to date. Where are you guys? Blog is a form of 'meeting' each other down the street, saying 'Hi' and so forth. It is an interactive alternative form of literally going out and shaking your hands when we meet for our night assembles. It's a communication filling in the void spaces of our minds.

Guys, in due respect of fellow bloggers...

May I summon Mr Thasim "Kingdom of Patience" to keep your blog up and running, before patience gets the better of me.

May I summon Mr Zoul "Love Me for What I am..." when you have the time to spare, write something big and explosive, please, before you have to have a run for your love.

May I summon Mr Jufri "Guatahu", guatahu lu orang melayu baru yang senantiasa sibuk dengan kerjaya, kejangkan otot tu sikit, teruskan penulisan anda, jangan kecewakan pelanggan.

May I summon Mr Raimie "The Pavilion Man" to be a little bit steadfast and give me more meatier writings, regular, whipped cream on top, quit dozing off under the ceramic roofs of that pavilion, man.

May I summon Mr Aredz "The Reversed Edge" to please upkeep your prophetic words and do your writing on 'Who's Razif?' along with other solid stuffs that you have stored in your notebook and your brain's storage, have you gone away in the reversed side of nature ala Matrix style?

Last but not forgotten yet most respected... May I summon Mr Ez Jazz "BigBadVoodooDaddyMan" to come in here right now this very minute do your best experienced strokes of your feather quilted pen on your new-born domain page now baby, I am getting vexed all over anticipating for a piece of ultimate brain juice from you, lest that you have been busy lately voodoo daddying around, no offences my mate.


I understand life - if not very much then it should be just nice for my palate - is a box of trick or treat, very busy, so much to do yet so little time. I understand more that every single being has programmes going on in their daily lives, or are being programmed to do so. Therefore, I understand everyone's busy and so is me. Little do I ask of thee, please, Sir, can I have some more? (brain foods, brain juice, brain candy, brain vitamins and minerals).

Wassalam.

You guys know what I want...

Sunday, May 25, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

Dead Rock Stars - A Tribute To Them All.

Rock never dies out. Rock has gone a long, long way since the early 50's. However, rock stars die. Nothing is forever, bullshit. Music stays on forever. Pre-dated records of many have been digitally remastered and sell to the market once again at a higher price. Dead rock stars' music stay on forever in the hearts and minds of the forever rocker.

Ritchie Valens
Born Richard Steven Valenzuela, on May 13th, 1941. Hey hey! Happy belated birthday, Ritch! Musical achievements dated back as early as a 13 year-old boy, with guitar strumming guidance given by his own father. Set up a band, the Silhouettes, Ritchie had strong back-up from his own cousin and uncle. Ritchie's big hit on the charts are Come On Let's Go, Donna, La Bamba, Ooh! My Head, We Belong Together and Stay Beside Me. An all-too-short career, the starry eyed talented Hispanic artist met with a plane crash on one stormic night onboard a Beechcraft Bonanza together with Buddy Holly and The Big Bopper Richardson. Date of RIP - February 3rd, 1959. Habis.

Elvis Presley
Wah! This hunk of a man is so handsome, I don't care for his big, tremendous popularity, he is drop dead handsome! Born Elvis Aaron Presley, January 8th 1935, this larger than life figure has so much of beans to be spilled about, it all goes without saying! Nabbed as the King Of Rock N Roll, he had captured the hearts of women, truly a much-adored artist and a legend to many. He had achieved greatly both in the movie sector and musical career. He was the top achiever in the recording history of his time from the 50's, 60's to the 70's. My personal favourites are Suspicious Minds, Heartbreak Hotel and A Little Bit Conversation. Man, he is to die for! The voice, the bod, the smile, the blue eyes... Date of RIP - August 16, 1977. Elvis has left the building!

John Lennon
Another greater man in Rock history. Born John Winston Lennon in Liverpool, October 9th, 1940. A very characteristic fellow, he is quite a mischievious lad, I should say. With a colourful background of his childhood and teenage life, John was more indepth into writing and drawing rather than academically driven. After being in the arts school for five years without even a passing grade in the GCE level, it's a lucky shining star atop his head that he got through fine in the rocking careers of his life. The first band he had was Quarrymen, which then followed by the set up for Beatles with Paul McCartney, George Harrison ( also dead ) and Ringo Starr. The Beatles hit an all-time number one both in England and in the States, making them the top-grossing rocker in the 60's. John's wayward ways later led him to hippie-ness, drugs, fight for peace and more writings. So many of his songs over the years, I'm much immuned to the tunes of Imagine, Strawberry Fields Forever, Come Together and Free As A Bird. Murdered with gunshot wounds to his shoulder blades, he left behind a legacy which had the masses continuing the strive for peace in his trails. Date of RIP - December 8th, 1980. Imagine all the people/Living life in peace...

Jim Morrison
This segment I dedicate to my friend, still in dire need of a friend like me, a friend like him is a lighting to my fire, baby! I dedicate 'Jim Morrison' to Nazri, lead guitarist of Urbankarma.
Born James Douglas Morrison on December 8th, 1943. JIm Morrison, the wildest rocker in rock history. Performing with his band, The Doors, their brand of performance opens up to a new dimension of wild rock, the famous 'sex, drugs and rock & roll' attitude. Jim's mystical character results in both admiration and suspicion among fans and critics; an individual so preoccupied in the subject of death. After all that rocking, the man drunk himself to death in the summer of 1971. Pity, a desirable, photogenic rocker.

My last tribute - Kurt Cobain
Born Kurt Donald Cobain in 1967, he is one of the originators of grunge rock in the early 90's era. A man whose life so tainted since at a tender age, his songwritings are the results of his depression and stress. An angry voice blasting through the mike, together with his 3-piece band, Nirvana, Kurt had the whole grunge rocking thing going good for him and all hungry fans around the world. He had music to convey his messages of depression and poverty to, but he hadn't anyone good enough to guide him through his turbulent life. Save for his no-good wife, Courtney Love, using Kurt as a stepping stone to her own glory and fame. Kurt himself was drowned in the abuse of heroin, as much as his songs are. Ending his life, to end the misery he might be causing to others, he shot himself during the time his music career could have gone further. I guess this man has sensed that, enough is just enough, one day Nirvana will end too. My most personal favourites of his and Nirvana's songs are so many, I must say every single title of their songs are running in my veins. Take for example, In Bloom, Lithium, Stay Away and many others. Date of RIP - April 4th, 1994.

The above writings I have made them short and simple to understand. These "dead poets society" has made an effective contribution to music appreciators all over the world. These "Mats" may not stay to live forever, but their music stays on in my mind and my collection.

Wassalam.





























Wednesday, May 21, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

Behind the Sun
red hot chilli peppers - The Uplift Mofo Party Plan album

One day while bathing in the sea
my talking dolphin spoke to me
he spoke to me in symphony
from freedom's peace beneath the sea
he looked to me eyes full of love
said yes we live behind the sun

Behind the sun

The sun goes up
and the sun gets down
but like the heart of the sun
my heart continues to pound

Now while I shower in the rain
I watch my dolphin swim away
the one who listens to the surf
can feel the pulse beat of the earth
and like my dolphin swims so free
the sun does swim into the sea

Behind the sun

An island flying through the sky
one day your son might ask you why
and if your son should be a girl
she too might ask you of this world
the sun shines sweet upon your beach
and yes my dolphin loves to teach

Behind the sun

The sun goes up
and the sun gets down
but like the heart of the sun
my heart continues to pound


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Dear Friends & all equator-belt populators.

Without rain for the past roasting days in our equator positioned island, the temperature in the meteorological department shows a cracking 34 degrees celcius. Skin's sticky with perspire, it bleeds water. Thought that I was the only one feeling the heat in my bedroom due to the God Almighty's act of torture on my sins, it actually is the hot season once again in this region. On days like these, it's just perfect for chillin' out in your shower, birthday suit sans clothing. Quench your thirst, don't dry up the throatie, beware of an attack of tropical sinus, due to the changing weather. It's always summer in Singapore, so, it's cool to go "Baywatch" style nowadays, bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce.

Here are some songs which might ring a bell to our present weather. Enough to fit one piece of CD-R.

"No Rain" by Blindmelon. "Hot in Here" by Nelly. "Steamy Windows" by Tina Turner.
"96 Degrees In The Shade" by Third World. "Hot In The City" by Billy Idol.
"Burn" by Deep Purple. "Staring At The Sun" by U2.
"Desert Rose" by Sting. "Walking On The Sun" by Smash Mouth.
"Soak Up The Sun" by Sheryl Crow. "House Of The Risin' Sun" by Bob Dylan.
"Summer Nights" themesong from Grease. "Endless Summer Nights" by Richard Marx.

Have a nice sunny month!
Wassalam.....

"It's hot as hell, come taste some coconuts"






Monday, May 19, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

Marilah Hidup Sihat Wahai Kawan-Kawan.
Inilah caranya meng'condemn' diri sendiri...

Sunday, 18th May 2003
Lizardeouss kata: Telah dua hari lamanya tidak ku berhembus nafas rokok Sampoerna ku.
'Malaikat Maut' kata: Eleh, itu pun sebab duit tengah budget!

Lizardeouss kata: Aaah! Nyamannya udara petang Ahad, melakukan senaman 'warm-up' sebelum berlari-lari anak.
'Malaikat Maut' kata: Padahal, kau memang malas nak jogging, kan? Kena paksa, kan?

Lizardeouss kata: Alamak! Baru tolak sepinggan nasi berlauk nenas masak lemak dengan ikan kering. Macam mana nak lari long-distance?
'Malaikat Maut' kata: Mampus taknak!

Lizardeouss kata: Dah lepas bersenam waktu petang, tak boleh makan nasi lagi. Perutku yang empuk ini akan bertambah berat.
'Malaikat Maut' kata: Astaga! Dia makan nasi lagi pukul 8 malam!

Lizardeouss kata: Selepas ku download lagu di Kazaa, baik aku masuk tidur.
'Malaikat Maut' kata: Masya Allah! Aku naik saksi bahawa si Liza telah menghabiskan sisa-sisa lauk nenas masak lemak di dalam mangkuk cartoon Pocahontas-nya! Pukul 1210 pagi! Beristighfarlah wahai kamu!

Lizardeouss kata: Hmmmm... kenyang.
'Malaikat Maut' kata: Jogging lost 5 gram, after jogging, gain 30 grams back.

Lizardeouss kata: Selamat Malam....
'Malaikat Maut' kata: Dah makan nenas satu tonne, sekarang perutnya senggugut, telan Ponstan dua biji, baru masuk tidur. And so shall it be written...

Monday, 19th May 2003
Lizardeouss kata: Banana shake yang adik aku bikin tu very tempting lah. Jangan minum, nanti tambah gemuk.
'Malaikat Maut' kata: Maka engkau telah meminumnya dengan sengaja dan tidak menghiraukan kesudahannya.

"Namun aku, manusia tetap manusia. Tidak lari dari tarikan nafsu!"

Wassalam.

Heeeehehehehahahaha....



Thursday, May 15, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

Apology For A Friend a.k.a 'Splinters'

Just the other night, me with two other buddies sat down for a chat. We talked of things pertaining to human biological terms, acquaintances, entering into marriage world and sorts. There came to a point when I was stating a painful fact about one buddy's sweet and pretty girl. My buddy wasn't able to take it in his stomach and he immediately lay flat on his back, rolling on the bench, clutching his chest. Going "Oh, God, oh why? Why? Why me?" . Now, wasn't that supposed to pierce through my heart, looking by the consequences of my words?

Friend, I realised my words are like splinters, ninja splinters, sharp ended on all corners. Someone told me, think before I speak, consider my words carefully for it might hurt the very feelings of others. On a more personal note, honesty and frank in my words are the best winner of all. Through the years, I taught myself to shun the fakes and embrace sincerity. That is the kind of trait which I let flow in my blood. A fit human being have enough senses in them to feel, see and taste any of these: pain, happiness, pleasure, warmth, love, bitter, cold and so on. So, friend, the moment I saw your reaction, my heart tore as if it was paper. Conscious of my mistake, I apologise to you, sincerely, from the tip of my hair-ends to the tip of my toes. I know just how much the jewel of some one's heart means the world to them. Believe in me, my friend, I shall not shirk the very sacredness of your crown of jewels at all. Friends?

Once again, being the youngest sister in the group, I am one who had to face the music of melodic warnings and strong advices from the elder brothers. Since a girl in my teens right till present, a grown woman, a number of us watched for each other as we grew up together. And it was still me who had to face judge, jury and the prosecutors while I sat alone in my stand. Defence lawyer? Myself. Often, on court nights, rain of words streamed like cats and dogs. However, thanks to God, though things happens between the elders and me, we're able to reattach the seams and friendship life is back to normal. Once a case is closed, the point of returning to the bad patch is useless. Life goes on and every brand new day tells a brand new story. Am I right or left? Friends?

Mummy's Words:
"Di dalam alam persahabatan atau percintaan, perkahwinan dan pergaulan, seseorang itu harus mempraktikkan bertolak-ansur, give and take. Kalau pada semua masa kau asyik dengan memberi kata-kata yang tajam, kau harus juga dapat menerima kembali kata-kata dan nasihat orang."


Wassalam.



"GASP! I'm Sorry, ne!"


Monday, May 12, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.



Name: Marilyn Monroe alias Norma Jean
Profession: Actress, Temptress, Photogenic Model
Date of death: Aug 05, 1962
Age: 36
Cause: Overdosed by sleeping pills.
Survived by: No-one.

She. She is the one who made me walk like a 'sotong' the last few days. Her beauty and her charms caught me in mesmerizing nostalgia. A sticking memory she bequeths. Her life ended in an untimely self-inflicted death. In her living days, she rolled in glamour and havoc. Brought up by a grandmother, her paternal mother 'collected' her back from the granny she adored when she turned 8. Having a mentally unstable mother slowly shaped her becoming of something bizarre in her later years. When her mother died in a domestic fire case, she was put away in an orphanage before staying in with a foster family when she reached 16. By the time she grew into adolescence, her beauty emerged from the very crevices of her body, that she attracted more than just schoolboys her own age. A worrying foster mother had attempted to marry her off and send her away, for the fear of finding her own husband being attracted to this young angel. Norma Jean, in constant need of family love, did her very best to behave and eventually, lived on her own at 18. The world is glittery and full of tempts out there. The lady had bared all of her innocence for a calender pose that paid her 50 USD. When being found out by her studio bosses about 7 years after, her world threatened to crush on her.

In my opinion, Ms Monroe is also suffering insecurity and a mental disease, hereditary from her mother. Hence one of the reason for her suicide. Pity, a girl incapable of receiving fatherly love, lost in the bright lights of glitz and glamour. A constant bad thought had been lingering in the disturbed mind of hers. She was always on the verge of killing herself at times when her emotions were too overbearing. Very much a people person anyway, but it's just difficult to please everybody around. She is somewhat mystique to me. Apart from being the much-adored blonde figure in her time till present day, she is a tramp, an unashamed nudist, a temptress, a girl thirsty for satisfaction, a slut in her own rights. Envious of her ability to display so much of her beauty, I wished to be in her shoes, minus the suicide that is.

Originally a brunette by nature, the blonde in her hair was afterall, bleach. While in her younger years projects sweet innocence and purity, her Golden Dreams days are more provocative, more stylish. Even her styles and dressings are being followed suit by many who adored. Take Mariah Carey and Madonna for example. Watch "BLONDE" the series showing every Saturday afternoon at 4pm. Share it with a cup of tea, some lavender biscuits and a box of kleenex. Farewell, sweetheart!

Wassalam.

Saturday, May 10, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

Apa itu Hari Ibu?

Liza: "Betul-betul sayangkan mak, tak payah tunggu hari ibu. Tiap-tiap hari boleh sayang."
Mak gua: "Kau cekik darah."


Anyway... this poetry I dedicate to my mum, Madamme Kaminah.

Dear Mummy,
Red lipsticks and Elizabeth Arden perfumes
They mingle in my memory
It sticks to me like a soothing tune.

Mummy, you make me
You complete me like a house built on strong grounds
I give shelter to hearts around me
Because that's how I learnt love that's deep within your bounds.

Mummy's voice, ever forgiving
In times when my head bangs through walls of solid.
No matter how my gestures and words are biting
Pray that your words of wisdom that I heed.

My Mummy,
Of pearls and opals her beauty did shine.
No price-tagged presents could clarify
My deep love, care and trust for her, she musn't defy.

From Your Only (evil) Daughter,
Lizardeouss.

Wassalam.



Do you remember this is how you taught me how to read, Mummy?





Wednesday, May 07, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

THE ANTICIPATIONS AND THE WAIT, THE PULPITATIONS OF MY HEART, IT BEATS LIKE THE AFRICAN DRUMS.

Frankly speaking, I am very 'kanchiong' all over about the upcoming July's event. A mere 2 months' away, much meetings, updatings, improvisations and work have to be done. With the strong driving force from Aredz and Yus Guy Mckagan, the event is set to take its flight to wreck the living daylights of true rock fans.

Just the evening of Wednesday, a couple of hours ago, the 'Faboulous Four' had made their way to Woodlands Community Club for a meeting and at the same time, a viewing of the multi-purpose hall. Carefully hand-picked by Aredz, due to its acoutics values, the hall emits a scent of beech-wood. Roaming around the stage, I am already visioning the hustle and bustle of a happening event. Strategy plans are being laid out between the organizers and the committee. An estimated turn-out of more than a grand was anticipated. We were given a set of guidelines to adhere to in pertaining to the upcoming event. But rockers being rebels, the boys give a hard thrusting of the arms fisted in the air as if to say '#@*!' to the square-minded senior members. We are definitely gonna Do It Our Way.

I was doubting the abilities of them square-minded authorities having a concrete and solid understanding of what our genre of music is conjuring about. The first impression they have of Mat Rockers attending a concert is: fierce cowboy boots with stir-ups fully attached; for thinking out loud, the fear of having the newly furnished beech-wood flooring scratched. Secondly, the authorities had a bad experience while putting up a punk concert the other time, they were swarmed by attendees' of punk culture, the Skinheads in name. I assure you, not at least more than 10 skinheads will be present long enough to withstand the music of Deep Purple/Led Zeppelin/Sepultura and the likes. The reserving feelings they have for wanting to give a decent group of Malay Rockers proposing a cool, relaxing and leisurely 70's and 80's rock gig is showing a little bit from their hide. Had it been a group of Chinese ErHu Musicians, I guess, without much probing that might earn a quick approval maybe. So dampening. Similarly, if it had been a Ditty Ghetto R&B gig, the turn-out would be those sex-crazed short skirts hooker look-alikes and their rappers wannabes, a bottle of Jack Daniels in hand. Or if it had been a Ibiza Clubbers gig, the crowd would be those multi-colored haired ah-bengs and ah-lians in irritating modified Mitsubishi Evolution 7's. Right?

Putting aside all doubts coming from them, the 'Faboulous Four' together with the our respective resident band, Urbankarma, will put up one hell of a sensational concert for 2003. Oooh... the meeting really gets to my head and my tiring body. Now, I demand sleep and a melody from my wide selection of slow rock.

Wassalam...



Tuesday, May 06, 2003

::Assalamua'laikum.::

::A short blog here as a purpose to advertise the website for the upcoming gig, ROCK ON, 5th July 2003.
Guys, people, rockers, bloggers and all, go to ::

http://rock-on2003.cjb.net/

::Read all about it and make your votes. Your continuing support is very much appreciated. It isn't a just a mere gig anymore, it's a concert for the masses! If only Redzone could get the permit for a big open space, Padang, for example. Sheez...::

::Wassalam.... ::


I am waiting, high and cold.


Monday, May 05, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

DESPERATE MEASURES

As with the outbreak of the fated disease, SARS, 100 percentile of major and minor labour areas are carrying out the usual temperature recording on staffs and visitors to their premises. Putting aside the issues about more desperate measures being taken in all of S'pore's hospitals, all other points of entry in all kinds of organisations are facing the same treatment. Like it or don't like it, take the temperature scanner to your ear and give it a shoot. And then, wait for the ricochet. Hahah!

Not only did it affect labour areas, this desperate measure is being taken at all other events as well. Name for one, come this 5th of July, the upcoming ROCK ON gig is also under the scrutiny of this desperate measure to record all attendees' body temperate. Like it or don't like it, the Minahs rock and Mats rock also 'kena tembak' ! HeheHahah!

Wassalam.





Friday, May 02, 2003

Assalamua'laikum.

INTRO - A WELCOME NOTE FROM LIZARDEOUSS.

Head note: Lizardeouss.... pen-name of Norliza Bte Zain. A reflection of what's on her mind. A rocker by nature but denies to admit most of the time. Loves to write in English. An English and French converser by education, a Malay and Javanese trained speaker at home. A constant writer about local rock music scenes closer to homeground, please feel free to introduce me to your genre of music as well. Loves laughing till she gets migraine. And loves meeting new, pleasant people. Single and still available, who wants to marry a 26-year old marine clerk? Heh heh heh.

Well, here you have a simple introduction about the lady in question. To know me is to love me. First and foremost, I would like to toast a very warm welcome indeed to a circle of bloggers whom we have met up with on May Day yesterday.

Welcome to Khir [ nick: Mr Robot ], Herda [ nick: Herda ], Lili [ nick: BungaLili ], Diana [ nick: th0ts ], Ridjal [ nick: ridj ] and the non-bloggers but constant readers, Mustaqqim [ nick: Moshee ], Liz and Qistina [ nick: Q ].
Present from our community are Ez Jazz, Marry Jazz, ZoulVialli, Aredz, Jufri Guatahu and myself.

It was a meeting which was planned between Khir and Ez Jazz a week before the May Day holiday and fellow bloggers of the Jurong West 7-EL community here have been informed way earlier to reserve the day as a congregation of friendliness and fresh new ideas to be spilled out free-flow.
Rain had fallen so much heavier than ever expected, that Lakeside MRT station was shrouded in cool grey mists of rain, creating a feel of "Winter in Wonderland" for the anticipated Jurong West 7-EL community. Heading towards Paya Lebar, our host, Khir, was being given a test of patience while waiting for the Jurong guests. Unbecoming of us to be late, however, we opted it wasn't a gesture of unpoliteness from our group, we enjoined Khir with much sprite and pleasure. A feast of fried chicken was being laid out on our menu that afternoon, but by looking at the ever-flocking crowd at Arnold's City Plaza, an elder in the group suggested an eat-out at Popeye's outlet over at Changi Airport. It's been a long 3 months since I have visited my ex-working ground, Changi Airport. And an impromptu visit there yesterday left my heart crying out loud pining and missing my ex-colleagues so much!

At Popeye's, the menu of the day was, well, fried chicken lah. Addition to it are the crunchy-moist biscuits and spicy mashed potatoes. Who wouldn't have gone bonkers over such 'luxurious' fast-food spread but the Jurong Jakuns itself? Anyway, Popeye's Chicken Is The Best and it is a first taste for many of our blogger comrades as well. The table was filled with conversation. A round of get-to-knows with our new friends was being processed, with the exchange of web and e-mail addresses. Dinner yesterday was an initial kick-start to a more fulfilling friendship of bloggers in time to come, insyaAllah. Nice meeting ya ppl!

An extension to the gathering was being continued at Coffee Club, with the group lounging around in comfy Arabian setting, minus the bubbly towers of grape-flavoured sensations. Me think it was a double-bill for Ez Jazz, because, with an all-new 'dot org' domain for himself, the wise elder is laughing in his tummy and jerking in his knees all this while. The male domination of bloggers spoke of blogging improvisations while the ladies talked of things beautiful and pretty. My ex-colleagues from Team Air France were all excited about seeing me and when I did drop into AF's operations office, I met my French counterpart, Marie France and she went "Oh My God" with the surprise of seeing me in my dress.

The meeting was then adjourned at close to 9pm. The group parted with happy after-feelings. To know you is to love you.
Therefore, I dedicate the date 01 May 2003 to all who congregated yesterday and I do hope we will meet again. Till then, bloggers and readers, stay cheerful and bliss. Peace!

And with that, I bid EVERYBODY whom I know, a Wassalam.....

Footnote: The Jurong West 7-EL community are crazy grown adults with twisted habits of our own. So, please, to have a good release of your tensions, do contact us!