Me.
I'll admit...
Saturday, November 10, 2007
... that smile is everything I need to get me through the day.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 8:59 PM 0 comment(s)
Double Take.
Friday, November 9, 2007
My limit was near - the sweat dripped off my brow and onto my lap, as I rode along, my chariot fiercely straddling the road below. The question lingered ever so hard on my mind: How much longer?
Something within me stirred. Something I could hold for but a few more moments. I could not allow it! I fought on. Never did the fury leave my body, not where it need not be released.
The destination was near. Up ahead loomed the castle I so frightfully sought. Harder I pushed, that I may have arrived sooner. A speed so great had I brought upon myself, that I only managed to stop my chariot but a few steps away from the mighty red gates which guarded the castle. Still I was, till my body began crying for release. Yes, it continued to stir. Had I forgotten? Time was not to be wasted. The room. The Room of Release. It was all I needed now.
I crashed through the gates, and forced my way through the large wooden doors within. The castle's denizens were upright, seeking revelation for the commotion I had caused. I took no heed of them - they would know soon enough the reason for my coming. Those that stumbled into my path were off it mere seconds later, as I rushed headlong along the steps and corridors of this familiar castle. After much running, I came to it: The Room of Release. Something continued to stir within me, more powerful this time. I knew then - it was now or never. I had to enter.
My attempt to enter the room faltered, as I soon learned that it was occupied by another soul seeking release. Time was not something of leisure to me. Hastily I banged against the door, cold sweat dripping off my body and onto the floor. A voice cried from inside, "Leave me be but a few more moments! The deed is almost done!"
Under different circumstances, I would have granted his wish. But not today. I replied in an ancient tongue, of which related the great urgency of my coming.
"Eep ot deen i! Tuo teg! Gnitsrub si ti!! Eep ot deen i!!" I cried.
The door swung open, the man before me hastily removing himself from the room. I threw myself in with such haste that even light would not catch me. There I stared into the bowl of Release, the stench of past unholy deeds warping the air around it. It mattered not. Broken from the bonds which held me before, I let myself loose. Here I felt the heat leave my body, enveloping me in a soothing light.
The ritual was short. The ritual was simple.
I was Released.
I looked upon the foul remains that cried to leave my body with ease. With one last word, they were gone... never to torment me again.
Hsulf.
I didn't know how much longer I could hold it in. I drove along at a speed higher than my usual, leaving a trail of smoke and dust behind me.
It continued to boil within me. This was not the place, nor the time. I held it in - soon enough I would be relieved of it. Soon enough.
My home was but a stone's throw away. My car parked, I wasted no time in getting out and into the house. I desperately needed to get myself to the toilet.
I burst through the doors, running along as I felt myself ready to explode. My family could only stare and wonder what the fuss was all about. I wasn't in the mood to explain. I rushed along, trying my best to get to the toilet on time.
My brother was bathing in the toilet, and I had nowhere else to run to. I banged my fists against the door, my voice filled with urgency and desperation.
"I need to pee! It is bursting! Get out!! I need to pee!!!" I cried.
The door swung open, and my half naked brother stepped out as quickly as he could, allowing me use of the toilet. I looked at the toilet bowl - my brother must've forgotten to flush in his haste of getting out - it smelled of pee. I didn't have the time to care. I unzipped my pants, and let myself loose. The warm liquid left my body, and I was at ease.
It was quick. It was simple.
I had taken a piss.
I took one glance at the liquid that filled the toilet bowl, and with one last gesture, made sure I never saw the exact liquid again.
Flush.
- End -
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:09 PM 3 comment(s)
Festival of Lights.
It's a little late (didn't have the time to get on the Internet yesterday), but what the heck.
A. Dewind wishes everyone a Happy Deepavali.
Cheers :)
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 12:25 PM 0 comment(s)
Clickity Click.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
If you know what's good for you, you'll be quiet and click the image above. Just do it. Muahaha!
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 12:29 AM 1 comment(s)
Steady As We Go.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
As big of a fan of Dave Matthews that I am, I'll admit that I haven't listened to all their songs (despite having every single one). I turned on shuffle music for my Dave Matthews music, and it was then that I stumbled across this song: Steady As We Go.
The piano was what captivated me at the start. And then the words, and the way Dave sang it... Blissful. Ha ha. As opposed to the other works of Dave Matthews, this is musically mild. But nonetheless, it's worth a listen.
You can download the song from me by clicking here.
Just to sit down by your side
And I would do most anything, girl
To be the apple of your eye
Well troubles, they may come and go
But good times, they're the gold
And if the road gets rocky, girl
Just steady as we go
Any place you wanna go
Know I'll be next to you
If it's treasure, baby, you're looking for
I'll search the whole world through
I know troubles, they may come and go
But good times, they're the gold
So if the road gets rocky, girl
Just steady as we go
When the storm comes down you shelter me
When I don't say a word and you know exactly what i mean
In the darkest times, oh, you shine on me
You set me free and keep me steady as we go
So if your heart wrings dry, my love
I will fill your cup
And if your load gets heavy, girl
I will lift you up
Well troubles, they may come and go
But good times be the gold
So if the road gets rocky, girl
Just steady as we go
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 9:39 PM 0 comment(s)
Tired Lungs.
Completed one exam today. Woohoo. I guess... wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I might have a chance of passing. But I'm not really gonna expect anything. Should I put hope into it? Maybe not. Maybe I'll be better off without it.
Took my friend up on an offer to follow him and his band mates to go jamming, and be their vocalist (as their vocalist had just left the group) for the session.
(I should have been with Aliff, Weng Chi, Thilagan and Victor at McDonalds studying. But noooo.... Adam is kind of an idiot.)
I sang my heart out. It felt good to sing aloud - usually whenever I sing in the presence of other people, I'd restrain myself, so as not to call attention to anyone around (or just hurt their ears :P). And if you restrain yourself from singing to your best, the song/music usually isn't done any justice, as your heart isn't fully into it.
But yea. Ha ha.
Was offered to join their group as their vocalist. As great as it was, I had to decline. I would've loved to join them, but if I do join any band, I would prefer to be in one with the people closer to me. Ha ha.
At one point, when the drummer left to use the toilet, I took his place and played up a beat (mind you, I'm pretty much an amateur when it comes to drumming. I can hold a beat, but nothing too fancy). The guitarist quickly followed with a tune by Incubus, namely "Drive". Was fairly enthusiastic, as that song didn't require "mad skillz", and I could easily play it on the drums. Just as the verse was about to begin, the idiots said they didn't know the lyrics to the song. Ahahaha. As it would be said in Malay: "Potong Stim".
I knew the lyrics though. Heh heh heh.
So we played the song. And three others. All the while with me drumming, AND as lead vocals. What the bloody hell? It was only today that I learned how tiring it was (physically and mentally) to drum and sing songs at the same time. Four songs back to back can be quite a pain. Ha ha.
Good fun...
Damnit. Screw the drums. I should be playing the bass (my bass guitar is rotting at home, I swear). Collin! After Deepavali. Let's start classes! :O I know I've got MAAAD SKILLZ inside me, waiting to be released. Ha ha ha!
Speaking of which, Deepavali is around the corner! I'm fairly excited. Got plans to go to Thilagan's house on that day, followed by Kumar's. Then I'm leaving to go spend some time with my best friend Guna and his family. Haven't seen that bull in a while. Would be incredibly good to see him again and just forget about college.
Woohoo!
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 7:05 PM 0 comment(s)
20 to 11.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
First final exam is the day after tomorrow. And yet I sit here, typing out this post just to fill my time.
I should be browsing through my notes right about now. I should. I just don't have the energy or the motivation to do so.
Am I prepared for the coming exam? No.
Will I be able to prepare myself just enough for it? Highly doubt it.
Am I going to fail? For the first time since Chen's class in the 3rd semester, I truly believe so. In fact, I believe it more now than then. Unlike the previous semesters, this time I'm not gonna be able to keep my head up high and jokingly brag about my intelligence to my friends (ha ha).
Do miracles happen to people like me? Undeserving as I am, I secretly wish so.
I'll know soon enough.
On a side note: Sometimes I wish my eyes saw you differently. Then maybe I wouldn't be this way.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:27 PM 0 comment(s)
Your Song.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
It's been a while since I took the time to sit back and enjoy this song. Originally debuted in the 1970s, this is by far (in my opinion) Elton John's best. Hard to believe that even after all these years, I still adore this song - the seemingly simple tunes of the piano; the beautifully written lyrics.
So here I share with you, one of the more recent versions of "Your Song", sung by Elton John, with the vocal aid of Alessandro Safina. Enjoy.
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 9:18 PM 0 comment(s)
Final examinations next week.
Just playing time against my troubles. Just playing time.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:20 PM 0 comment(s)
.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn away,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
- Hamlet, act 3 scene 1 -
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:28 PM 0 comment(s)