Assalamua'laikum.

"WHILE THE VOLCANO ERUPTS AND IT SPIT ASH...

.... the victims ran cover from the hot, skin-burning ash. As they watched speechless the volcano continues to regurgitate molten lava. Such is the nature of aggressiveness.." - Lizardeouss

Prior to the weekend's Yamaha Asian Beat event which involved my fellow friends to take part in the heats, it has been such a thrilling weekend so far. Many of whom which took part in the competition are individuals blessed with much perseverance, courage and determination.

Each musically inclined individuals, coming from all walks of life, each reflecting their prowess and command on-stage through their performance. Be them amateurs, intermediate, rookies, old-timers or time-seasoned players, they all beat as one. The type of beat that sends a message to their nerve centre, one that is of a surging, expelling demand to win. Outwin, outplay, outlast!

Entertaining though, to watch different genre of bands at one sitting. Funny though, any ardent listener could spot the glitches, be it bad amp tuning or vocal chord incompability. Whatever the calamity might be, it is something for all the players out there to educate themselves about.

Every participating bandmembers are in much aniticipation of the results pertaining to the said competition. Almost a momentary wait, the heats results are brought out today. 22 great bands (out of 100) are on the fight-list en-route to the semi finals. Excitement caught my moods this afternoon to learn of the satisfying result. Spit Ash, you made it, man!

Were you good or just okay? You were fantastic, man. Who'd shove away a fresh new sound? Really a very ribut deliverance of an original track , 'Life' by Spit Ash yesterday. Not hollow in their sounds, they are tight, restless, aggressive yet steadfast. Mmmm, I like.

Wassalam.

CONGRATS : NORAZAN - terror on guitar, FAISAL - "spitting ash" vocals, FIRDAUS - slapping the bass, ENDRA - hitting the skins, ROHAIZAD - the evilish keyboardist & HAKIM - cool guitar kid.

Assalamua'laikum.

Nice to see you again...

Here I would like to include a banner featuring SPIT ASH. Catch Faisal, Firdaus, Azan, Endra and Hakim perform their debut song entitled 'Life', on this Sunday, 28th September 2003 at Youth Park, time-slotted at 1930hrs. Be there and give your support to local music!

Feel them alive.

Art Direction courtesy of Firdaus Haji.

A note from Firdaus, Le Band Leader.
We will be participating on dis year's Asian Beat. We (Spit Ash, formerly known as 'Niubrid', as there are changes to the line up) will be performing our song, "Life" dis Sunday, 28th September 2003, at 7.45pm at Youth Park. There will be many bands which start as early as 4pm. We juz wanna hav, kick ass and rock da kids! Be there and support us..............

Assalamua'laikum.

SPIT ASH

Angry and eruptive.

The name SPIT ASH was brought about in view of the world society in general, whose thinkings, mentality and actions have brought about immense destruction and pain upon a subject. It is about the crookedness of that particular society whom had created a propagandic gathering to "spit ash" on those who has already been made the firing grounds of the crooks' desire for a 'good fight'.

Herein, the name SPIT ASH to be applied here locally in S'pore means that, the respective band members are the messiahs of REALISATION to the people. Face it, the king-makers of the world are a-many. Wake up, world, the blind leading the blind and no-one sees the true light of things.

Being warped by evil? Look and see. Let SPIT ASH take you to a tour of a mind-blowing REALISATION experience. Realise before it's too late.

Elusive and isolated? Yet to be seen till they unveil....

Spit Ash was formed in September 2003 by formerly Firdaus (Urbankarma), Faisal (Dethmute) & Norazan (Rocketc...RIP) after dissolving Niubrid which was finalist for AsianBeat Yamaha Band Competition in 2002. Their rise saw a great fiery attack of what new modern metal aggro rock band should sound. Their effort was made a success when Hakim (Depogram...RIP) & Endra (My Squared Circle) kicked in the force to walk through the ashes of sky.

Wassalam.

Assalamua'laikum.

METAL MORPHING.

Fcuk. I have so many things to say. My mind is in disarray as of now. I've gotten them all crammed inside, and now it's an assortment of chocolatey thoughts of sorts, just like a tin of chocolate treats.

Life is like a box of chocolates, one idiocy maniac mentioned in a movie. He should have meant to say, : "Thoughts are like a box of chocolates, bittersweet and fancy, you can only plan what you want to get" .

So much things to do yet so little time. Hazelnut filled chocolate delicacy wrapped in gold foil. I want to unwrap each chocolatey thought one at a time, yet, I waited too long and I've made them all melted and squashed up messy. Chocolate splatter and smithereens on the top of my head.

There were some little bit of leeway in fact. Priority was being put to the test. Things happened fast, it whizzed past me like a fast-forwarded slideshow. I've stopped writing a while because I've been writing everyday. I hold the pen in my hand, my writings doesn't stop however I've stopped writing quite a while. I hate to think back about the bitterness which only made me more stubborn than I am.

Time threw me in a sanitarium. While I unpeel my bad skin in my cold shell, a more happier and shinier new skin awaits to greet me every morning. Every day. The cycle operates in a similar manner daily. Cold, shiny chrome shell, I sleep within it every day until i find.....peace.

Best Song to listen to at moments like this, "MIND" by System Of A Down.

Wassalam.

Assalamualaikum.

GIRL POWER RULES!

Feast your eyes here.


WITCHBLADE


VAMPIRELLA


CATWOMAN


BLACKWIDOW


WONDERWOMAN

Assalamua'laikum.

"The Long Road Home"

My boss is so fond of driving me home. Even when at other times I needed to take a break away from him, he insists that I be driven home.

My workplace is located at Kian Teck Road, facing opposite Jurong Camp. It is an old building of brown facade, 'attap' roofing, its ground layout sprawling wide across I-don't-know how many hectares of land it is. Building's owned by TT International Tradepark. It's an old gem. The owners are just plain lazy to take bloody good care of that building. Fire hydrant is of unreplaced state. Couldn't even take a whole platoon of Civil Defence Personnels to fix it. Internet cabling in that area sucks. Sucks real dry. Only about seven different companies are the main tenants there, including my container logistics company. The stairwell leading up to my office stinks of roaches. Saw a bottle of blood-like liquid placed on the floor of the ladies' toilet today. What was that, I was thinking. In short, the whole building is creepy. I know what lurks behind the other unused rooms. I let them be. For tonight and like many other nights, they'll come out and play. So, that's how the brief tour is. Wished my bosses could consider a neater environment.

My boss is of a man without much friends. His life is sad. He is a sad piece. However, it is he whom made himself to be. No-one could stand his unceasing chatter. Even I had to agree and compromise to the sad truth that he is a pathetic case. He is useful nonetheless, in furnishing powerful correspondences. At certain times that I have to write reasoning letters to the Singapore Customs or to my customers or to the shipping lines pertaining to legal matters, my boss gives me the root, stem and fruitful support.

I have one problem though. My boss has seen my hidden abilities from the start of my career at this company. And he is getting ready to untie the protective package which I have. As I shake my head in silent, I am afraid that I may have to adhere to my boss' future plans. He seems to project that he is a man with a vision. Yes, I can see he has foresight. But where can his foresight bring me to? If he wants to lead the company to a higher level, I am ready to listen. Otherwise, if it's all talk and no action, I may as well continue to sit at my desk and chat on the company phone for hours. I have projected an impressive image to my bosses and they are comfortable with me. Normally, our racial group suffers indiscrimination in most Cina-ruling companies. But, no, not at my company. Comparisons just doesn't exist there.

Quite recently, my dear dad had undergone a heart stent operation. At this moment now, he is still taking good care of his heart. In conjunction to the case, my boss approached me often to ask inquisitively of the symptoms leading to heart attack. My boss is a constant demanding freak. All the Q & A sessions makes my heart weaker than his is. Very vexxing. Ah, another thing is, he is afraid to die and shameful to say so. Each time he approached my desk to have long chats with me, I swear, neither do I look up or engage in a deep conversation. I am so busy with the imports, my mind is racing, and my boss' yak-yak-yak forcefully sticks a wedge onto my whirring mind-machine. I am immersed in a pool of saliva. Yucks!

My boss drove me home after work. He normally does, everyday without fail unless he is dead sick. He will drive Grace, my accounts colleague and me straight to our homes. We were like his '9 to 5' daughters. He spoke about getting me an assistant and having me head another department. Am I listening correctly because during that moment I was fazed by sleepiness already. I kept quiet. I turned my face to look the other way. He peered at me momentarily from the driver's seat, as if to ask do I disagree. I chose to lay off the question at this period of time because I needed to adjust my mind (and my crazy head) properly. Did I say that my boss labelled me 'weird' a few weeks ago because of the skull screen-saver I have on my pc?

And, erm, did I mention that the surrounding perimeter of my company's building is lined with luscious mango trees?

Wassalam.


MANGO FACTS

Mango juice will reduce excessive body heat.
Mangoes will help throw off body odors.
The mango was first cultivated in southern Asia over 6,000 years ago.
The mango tree is sacred in India, where it originated.
The mango (Mangifera indica) is related to the cashew tree.
Many people are allergic to the foliage of the mango, though the fruit may not affect them.

Nutrient Value
Excellent source of beta carotene and vitamin A..
Good source of vitamin A, E and niacin.
Serving Size
1/2 mango

Assalamua'laikum.

It's Oh So Quiet.

Seems quiet nowadays, ain't that much of yakkety-yak around our community's blogs these days. What better luck than to sit back, relax, kick off my shoes and watch the others party on the other side of the mirror.

EJ's dot org is unreachable. That good soul ain't been blogging for a long time now. Even JFK has taken a vacation off blogging. Monsieur De Noir has faded to black by then. Vialli's blog has been deemed inactive since the evolution of Man on earth. Reversed Edge's blogging comes but once an eon. The only hardworking model student on the blog is Mandom. Whatever the mood is, he's sure to drop in a golden line or two. Even my own blogging has taken its toll, I chose to remain... quiet.


KELAB JIWA LUKA

Tidak lama lagi akan aku pertubuhkan suatu perbadanan yang khasnya untuk individu yang masih menyendiri dan mencari. Insya'Allah, dengan izin Tuhan, perbadanan itu akan dapat memberi perangsang buat members yang menyertai. Kelab yang dipanggil "Jiwa Luka" ini akan dengan sedianya memberi bantuan emosi dan bantuan profesional, justeru itu sanggup mendengar segala rintihan hati dari para members. Kelab Jiwa Luka, pilihan masakini!

Wassalam.