My Name is Johnny Grey

Artist: Eiffel 65 [Contact]

Music by M.Lobina/M.Di deco/G.Randone, Lyrics by G.Randone/M. Gabutti
mixed by:Mauro Di Deco

My name is Johnny Grey,
It's just a name and I know that for you it's the same,
The world I know seems not to know me
Here's my number I need a call I'm Johnny Grey.

My name is Johnny Grey,
It's just a name for you it's the same.
The world I know seems not to know me.
Here's my number I need a call.
Excuse me it's Johnny Grey,
not Tommy Day, my name's Johnny Grey.
I can't remember my phone number
All the calls I get are mistakes.
And I holler and make no noise.
As I said before,
my name is Johnny Grey.

My name is Johnny Grey
wont you play with me.

My name is Johnny Grey……..

Johnny Grey

Excuse me,
Yeah my name is Johnny Grey.
Yeah of coarse it's just a name but for you it's the same.
You see the world I live in,
doesn't really seem to know me.
Here's my number,
wont you give me a call please.
My name is Johnny Grey.

My name is Johnny Grey……


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For some weird reason, even knowing the lyrics, the beats for this song by the now "gone into some abyss of forgotten realm" Eiffel 65 is somewhat... "Spurring". Yeah. That's how I'll put it. It spurs me on, gently, in times that when I feel down. Somehow, it feels like the 3 OSTs from Honey & Clover which I've posted.

It doesn't promise a good future, nor neither am I accepting that its going to be bad, but life must go on, and somehow some way, some day, some time, I'll find a place where I can fit in snugly, just like a seedling finding a spot to root itself in between all the other flowers. Yeah. Life's that wonderful. It hurts, and sometimes you don't find that end, that location, but yeah... Life is wonderful when you press on... Every moment I breathe, every moment I triumph over adversaries, every victory through defeat, (which sometimes, surrendering = victory in my life, many times) every passing moment.

For some reason, although I'm grateful I'm alive, I'm actually holding my head high up, squaring my shoulders, and just like many others, I want to move on for the tasks and challenges ahead. That's how it has been, and that's how hopefully it'll be.

Well... Excuse me, I'm Johnny Grey...

A glimpse of far sight

Tonight (29th July 2007) I went out with Zharif. (Zorro). So we went to USJ, The Summit despite the fact that I was injured. Just to procure a set of earphones for the "dead" SHS 8000 that I owned prior to it.

So I ended up with MDR J10 from Sony. Won't say its the best, but at least when tuned properly, it sounded more or less like the SHS 8000, without the sharpness. Yet, the bass is rich, and the treble and midrange sounds good, and deep, even though like I said, it lacked the sharpness. I attribute it to the fact that its placed outside of the ears, rather than it is an in-ear piece.

But what was clear, from the whole thing throughout the journey, was the view of Genting Highlands Resort. So high up, so far out.

It was few glimpses, but memorable ones. It reminds alot of people of the times when the air was much cleaner, the skies were much blue-er, clearer.

And it reminded me of how many times I've always got deja vus. It seems good.

Sometimes, its good when you can look at the end of the horizon and see that rare glimpse of beauty.

And I remembered the seat of the House of Justice.

What a beautiful moment. I hope I can step there, with my family. Hopefully.

Grateful, for another round

So, I crashed again yesterday.
Was on the way to Ampang Park to join some youths. But I crashed, badly.
The backplate's gone, the backlight (right) is also gone.

The helmet's visor is badly scratched, and today's sunday where no shops open.

Talk about bad luck.

Yet, I'm grateful. 7 X-Rays scans, 2 head scans, and the results? Only some torn muscles on my right ankle. That's all.

And some scratches here and there on my right and left arm, and my right knee. Amazing. I lived, and I'm typing this.

I scrolled my handphone (it got scratched badly but it saved my live again) to see what number I could call. Then somehow Choon Hsiang's number came up. I must have missed Fattah's number, because Fattah's number and Aizuddin's numbers are always the top 1-5 numbers in my list.

After a talk, I actually tried to defy my friend's advise, to ride. But when I tried, my leg gave in. It hurted. Then I scrolled up and down again, and this time I saw Nobi (Aizuddin's) number. I called him, and surprisingly I could just tell him "Aku selamat, tapi aku terlibat dalam kemalangan."

Now, some people have all the luck. I don't know. Its starting to become a triviality to me, but of course, after a good talk with Auntie Doreen, I think I'll need to examine my level of alertness in driving.

Maybe I shouldn't ride at all after rain.
(there were already 3 bad omens before I crashed, but luckily on the 4th [which was my accident], i didn't "goal")

Hmm.. Talk about some people having all the luck.

DJoker's crazy vents

I have a side of me, which is equally crazy to the craziest, insane to the most insane of all.

Visit http://stellix.blogspot.com for more of the crazy stuff.

Muahahaha.

WARNING: Insanity detected. Heavy radiation of craziness. Advise to wear bio-mental-hazard gears. You have been warned. Approach with caution. At your own risk.

See the other side.

Korn - You'll All Want A Single
Limp Bizkit - Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)

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A prayer chanted in my head

To God I pray,
be they carry the Vanguard,
Thy Shield is Thy Covenant,
Conferred to us, bounty to all,
Thy Ancient Spirit Confided,
Thy Ancient Thought Permeated,
Thy Ancient Hand Wrought,
Everything, Everything, Everything,
Let my brothers and sisters be;
Like the stars high up in the boundless sky,
Wade through thy Heavens,
Stroll through thy universe,
Shining, in all their full glory,
that would even puncture through the thickest of clouds,
the invisibility of fogs and dust,
Illumine the sky, high and nigh,
That is my prayer,
Let them be make them be,
Chant out the songs of Thy Heavenly realm stream,
Utter the words of Thy Evanescence make,
Let them echo, let it echo,
I pray, I pray,
Protect them from all sins,
though thou entitle them to thy test,
let them pass, let them pass,
grant them a portion of Thy strength, a portion of Thy wisdom,
reveal to them, rip and tear asunder their veils,
and let them shine, let them shine,
just like a supernova, the brightest burning sun,
but do not let them die, yet grant them life,
I pray, I pray, to Thy mercy, to Thy Kindness,
That is my prayer,
to all my friends, even if they do not ask for it.

STFU! (Soliquoy; The Fruits Unveil) I know nuts about girls!

The sparkle in her eyes,
That wavy hair dances,
her lips whisper,
The graceful fingers linger,
So much of a beauty,
Such is a a wonderful creation,
Had God, the Almighty sat beside, me,
I would have muttered, tears flowing;
"What mysterious, wonderful, interesting..."
Before I could finish my sentence,
He grabbed me by the shoulder,
and pulled me closer; His eyes on mine, His hands on my shoulder, lovingly;
"That is where your heart, and hers, be as one, be the host,"
"Sanctify it, let the Blessed Beauty visit,"
"For I meant her for you, as much as I meant you for her."
I nodded, but I may never understand,
But should the day ever arrive, I pray it will realize,
Perhaps I should have asked Him, but He said;
"Seek Thou what Ye have in thy heart therein, together,"
"Not alone, not apart, not, not, not, ever, seperate."
And so I learnt, that I must have more patience,
To see things through understanding, and with spiritual affinity,
that kindled spirit within her,
"all questions do have an answer",
Perhaps, I should ask her, and seek it together, if willing,
However so, it would always elude me,
Her charm, her grace, her beauty,
that I can only seek to learn
and learn, and learn, and learn,
Like new pages to a new book, new book to a new collection, new collection to a new library,
One world to another, one realm to the next,
From all eternity, to all eternity,
It should still elude my mind and soul,
the comprehension of a lady's soul and mind.

Water for him

Water, water,
For that youth,
Quick, quick, give him some,
for his thirst is killing him, the fire is consuming him,
Slowly, slowly, easy does it,
Not too fast, not too slow,
Not the whole fountain, but not just a drop,
Till the throat is content, flush his thirst away,
Extinguish the fire, let him bath to be clean,
So that the youth could share the water, tell the others,
come, go, gather, disperse,
the fountain can give all that one wants,
warm, sweet, cold, clear, anything,
wash the youth's dirty feet,
clear the thoughts in this mind,
breathe in the fragrance, cool the breezes,
into his nostrils and the lungs,
water, water,
the fingers dip, the hands immerse,
the legs waddle, the body submerged,
the youth now swims, amongst the fishes,
life is giveth, death is taketh,
water, water for that youth,
water, water, that is all.