The clarion call of sleep; The comfort of an oblique thought.

I wonder, dear friend. You spoke of the fright of sleep, how the mind subjected to a momentary oblivion, is one step away from death.

You valued your lucidity, and you cherished the moments of clarity in your wakefulness.

Now that you have gone past the veil that separates us from a higher reality, I can't help but ask, are you finally comforted on this point? Is death truly that oblivion you imagined, or is it so much more?

I find the waking world tiring, dear friend. I can't relate to your plight, if I were honest. Sleep is a comfort to me, a time where I can turn away from the fright of the waking daylight, and embrace this quiet nothingness.

My mind is dulled, and I can no longer perceive the troubles of my day. Form is fluid, thoughts are hardly there. Is this not bliss?

But I can imagine your chiding from afar... This is naivete, I hear you say. For all that you're doing, you are simply escaping for another day... And for another day you escape still... And it keeps going, and going... And finally when you realise the problem isn't truly gone; that you'd do better to fix it, you can no longer wake up...

Sleep, how enigmatic are you... Are you my friend, or my enemy? I cannot tell.

...

To think of someone.

Maybe it's overdue, or perhaps it's in its expected season. Anyhow, here I am musing about a thought, a dream, a passing illusion.

The wounds are old now, yet the scars ever present. Days go by and I still experience the brief sting of reliving a memory of one once held dear.

And then last night prevailed a different dream.

A new person, a new face, and flutters in the belly all the same.

Infatuated? Perhaps. Charmed? Very.

Unrequited? I fear so.

Maybe this will lead to eventual disappointment, yet I can't help but feel this to be better than the melancholy of yesteryear. Alas, such dark times scarcely have comparisons.

Anyway, I might very well be somewhat enamoured once again, so uncanny yet so familiar...

I wonder if she feels the same.

Musings before my flight home; Things that have happened.

So I took a fall a little over a month ago while longboarding through Tempe. Pretty random thing to highlight I admit, but it felt significant because of the vulnerability I felt and the exhilaration of feeling pain that I haven't felt in a while. Oxymoronic really, yet it made me feel alive, cliche as it sounds.

But enough of that, I should be writing about my imminent return to Malaysia, possibly the last one in a while, anticipating I will be staying back for the subsequent summers to possibly accelerate my graduation if I plan it out well enough.

The days leading up to this moment have been interesting, to say the least.

For one, I was experiencing a bit of a relapse in my brooding over my previous relationship. Old news really, which made me all the more frustrated at myself, yet it happened. Maybe it's the imminent return to the place where the breakup happened. Whether I like it or not, I guess my mind has associated that episode to the place. Maybe it's the recent social media hints of my ex moving on to someone else. Trivial really, yet I seem to be affected. I guess if there's anything I should take away from this recent experience, it's that I have much work left in processing this grief. But I am hopeful of moving on, that's for sure.

For another, the people I have been meeting the past few days, both new and familiar, have been an immense blessing during this season of my life. Perhaps it is through His good timing that I got to experience the interactions I have been having the past few days,and as it turns out they were precisely what I needed to move through the relapse.

San Jose was kind to me, my cousin's friends played host to the two of us and were immensely generous with their time and resources, and that did quite a bit to take my mind off things. Yet Los Angeles was kinder still, in spite of her rough edges, where I got to meet with two friends I knew from ICOM, of whom I've not chatted with in years. Indeed this reunion was refreshing and meaningful; the conversations about life, love, grief, and hope were what I needed but didn't know I need. And friends that I thought I may have lost through time, turned out to feel like we were never parted to begin with.

I guess ultimately, I just wanted to pen down this strange, yet rather optimistic hope that I have moving forward, as I prepare to return home, what come may. Here's to a brighter future, in spite of my doubts.

Grey skies, dull thoughts, pensive week.

Robbery

It's always a dreadful feeling, getting news of a loved one getting hurt. My mum was robbed yesterday, someone snatched her bag, and she took a fall. Thankfully her wounds aren't severe, a little shaken was she, but I don't doubt she'll weather through it soon enough. Good thing too that my father and sister were with her soon after the incident.

The news did make me realise how unprepared I was in receiving it. My heart sank, thoughts about how removed I am from the situation just made me frustrated. My mum was hurt, and I can't be there for her...

This time she got out fine for the most part, but what if something happens next time? It's a terrible thought, but sobering all the same, realising that I'm so far away from family right now, all I can do is hope that nothing worse happens from now, not at least until I get to see them again... Alas.

...

Rainy Thursday

The best way to get me moody? Let it rain.

I hate the rain. There aren't a lot of things in this world that elicits that word from me. Yet, I hate the rain.

Ironic, since I was raised in the tropics, a rain-forest country. But, I still hate the rain.

To top it off, there exists a period of time where I tolerated the rain, even thought it charming, for the sake of someone I once held dear, since she adored the rain. Well, she left me. So need I say more about the fact that I hate the rain evermore so? Well, I hate the rain.

Now that we've established my passionate disdain to the little droplets in the sky, allow me to report that it has been raining the whole day. Here... In the desert... Where it's suppose to be dry and arid... Not to mention hot? Don't even get me started on the cold temperatures, spring is long overdue yet we're still stuck with winter chills.

Alas.

...

Pensive thoughts

I suppose the combination of the above few occurrences, paired with a rather lukewarm service at BP earlier today, has made me rather pensive again.

Slow service, yet I made so many small mistakes here and there. I'm starting to feel the inadequacy again, the same feeling I had when I was working back in the studio.

Am I being overly sensitive? Insecure? Or am I genuinely incompetent? Either reasons are equally unpleasant.

I've been ruminating on her again, at least indirectly. This whole endeavour coming here to the US to study, can sometimes be an overwhelming thought. Did I make the wise choice by coming here? Was it impulse? Much that I'd like to pin the blame on my past lover for a decision I made, it's not that simple, nor is it any fair to think like that.

Yet, there exist this mild resentment I guess, this slight curiosity in my mind where I imagine an alternate reality where I never left home.

Would I have been happier had I stayed? I'm actually not sure. Come to think of it, I wouldn't have been happy either way. Though not incurring a debt would've been nice, then again, I'd have probably felt stagnated in life back home.

Huge risk, huge pay-off I guess. Might as well find a reason to be happy now. Wish me luck.

...

A Batu Pahat boy's brave journey

There was a boy from Batu Pahat. His family wasn't wealthy, but they got by decently enough. He grew up with a lofty aspiration towards the start of his life as a young adult, right around the 80's. He wanted to study in the U.S..

His family opposed, they couldn't possibly afford the endeavour. He took a leap of faith, he promised that he'll manage by pulling his own bootstraps.

And so he went, to a town in Utah to begin his journey. Studying as a foreign student in the heart of the U.S. was already a challenge in those days. But the young man needed to do more if wanted to continue his study, he began waiting at a restaurant.

Gruelling hours, difficult tasks, high expectations, yet menial wages. Nevertheless, he began to thrive, outperforming all his colleagues. 8 plates on one hand, 3 cups on the other, he was an efficient machine during the peak hours. Even during down time, he eventually became one of the fastest wrapper of dumplings.

While all that was happening, his home life was anything but glamorous. Outings for dinner were minimal, and while I'm not entirely sure, I would wager that he sacrificed much in his own social life. Even meals at home were bare basics. A loaf of bread nearing expiry to last most weeks, with nothing but a bottle of chilli sauce as his spread. He did all these things without uttering a word to his family regarding the hardship, for fear of worrying them, and it went on that way till his graduation.

This is the story of my current boss' brother. I'm here retelling his tale because I wanted to ruminate on the implications and parallels to my own experiences.

Suffice to say, his story made me feel like I'm not doing enough to strive for excellence. I came here with generally favourable conditions, I have relatives here, a safety net in terms of financing, and even a loan. He came over here with nothing but his will...

Am I doing enough? I'm not sure...

...

Kind gestures

To end this seemingly gloomy entry, I suppose I'd like to highlight two recent cheerier occurrences.

For one, an elderly couple that I had the pleasure to be acquainted with at English Corner offered to treat me to the musical "Wicked" that is coming up in April. I've been meaning to save up for the show, and I briefly mentioned about it to them in some of our past conversations. Needless to say I am pleasantly surprised by the gesture.

For another, I was chosen as the member of the month for the Music Therapy Students Organization. Again, it's something I didn't expect, but I guess a small acknowledgement from them does help lift my spirits of late.

I guess that's it for this week's entry. Until then.

Calmer times, calmer thoughts.

Strange how a month can change one’s perspective. I reread the past few postings of mine and can’t help but feel at odds with its mean-spirited tone.

The disappointment is still there, true, yet I feel I’m at last at another stage of moving-on, even if it isn’t true acceptance yet.

I say that it isn’t true acceptance yet because the cost of me being in a happier state-of-mind is that I try my best not to think of you.

Yet there are moments that come by where I do think of you now, and they don’t freeze me up. I just… Sit there to behold it, let it pass. Perhaps that’s progress in of itself.

Another thing that got me thinking is the recent Facebook postings of two friends of mine. You’d know them as well, they broke up a little ahead of us. They both recently took to Facebook to air their dirty laundry. Truth be told, it’s never pleasant to observe, to be told of bad things of one and the other since my own dealings with both were anything but antagonistic.

I can’t help but wonder now… Two things specifically.

Of the first is that I wonder what would you tell people about me now. Would it be an apologetic explanation, or would you pin the fault of our parting to me? Perhaps that’s my current concern, being worried that I gave you any reason at all to feel hurt during and after our time together.

The other is how I’d describe you now… I was pondering about it the whole day today. A month ago I’d be spewing venom had anyone asked me. Yet not today…

I suppose if I had to capture my current thoughts about you, it is this…

You had many things I loved about you, and you still have all those as part of yourself… You’re intelligent, diligent, and you do have a great capacity to care for people, even if you don’t always know how to, that has always been your charm. It’s just that you did a few things to me towards the end of our run that caused this blemish that now hinders the shine of all the lovable aspects of you, to me at least…

I guess that’s how I feel for now… Some level of acceptance, but not quite there still…

With all that said, I actually don’t mind as much if you find happiness apart from me now. I say this for the first time. I don’t think I’ve genuinely felt this way. Now? Even if it’s not a complete release, at least my feelings about your departure, for want of a better way to describe it, feels alright, it feels okay.

And I hope that makes you feel okay too.

Mid-winter contemplations.

Winter solstice is around the corner no? Back home it used to mean little to me apart from the fact that it's around this time all the tang yuan (汤圆) start rolling out, but now that I'm experiencing winter proper, the prospect of nearing the middle of winter excites me.

Why? Because I can't wait for the temperature to start rising again. Oh sweet equinox, ever to me posthaste.

This year hasn't been easy to say the least, having just weather through a break-up with someone I thought would be the one for my lifetime's worth. Nay, it seems.

Yet the pain makes the little nuggets of happy moments all the sweeter, now that I'm reaching a point of acceptance.

I've been listening to this humble tune of late:

Joyful listen to say the least. Simple, straightforward, yet so abounding in optimism.

I suppose part of why I resonate with it is the realisation of how little yet precious my smiles have been of late, given the circumstances. Mind you, 'tis not any big achievements that draw out my grin, but the simple gifts of my mundane experiences that do.

The view of the morning sun, hindered by nought a cloud... The taste of sweet lemonade when I thirst... A simple song to remind me to smile o'er simple things...

Hark, here's to the cheerier times past, present, and future.

The seasonal revivals.

Dear No One,

Seems like this space has a tendency to draw me back every so often, for want of my thoughts and perspectives.

How has it been? 'Tis quite a while since my last posting, I admit, but you have to concede that one hardly feels the need to write to the void when one has a significant other to confide in.

Yet this has changed now, in fact it has been almost half a year since the split. But only recently did I feel the sense of catharsis, tasting a semblance of acceptance to the situation, thus I feel the want to write here once again, just as an idle fulfilment to my need of being heard.

So how fare thee, my old friend? It is strange to share my current thoughts in a space that also captured the innocence of my youth, near a decade ago. Oh the reckless abandon of an ignorant youth, 'tis all too amusing and embarrassing to behold.

I suppose you do deserve some updates from my end. Where do I begin...?

For starters, I'm doing a second undergraduate degree in Music Therapy in the US, how's that for a change? Spent a year and a half in the recording studio, made me ruminate on many things about my choices in life, and now I am in a foreign land trying to figure out the theory of the mind while manoeuvring this social and cultural maze of trying to blend in without losing myself.

Of course, the break-up initially made me relentlessly contemplative, but with each day passing, I grow less and less affected by it to be honest. Dare I say that hope seems to be returning as well.

Student life has been kind to me so far, and to be honest, I didn't even realise how much I miss learning. My only fear now is complacency, that is to make the same mistake as my previous studies, buried in the books, but lose out on the connections, the network, the people... I'm still all too tempted to stay in my shell, but this time around, I intend to try my hand in doing the tangible, at least that's the plan for now. What come may, we'll see.

Anyway, 'tis awfully nice to chat with you again, I'll  be sure not to wait too long before my next update. Take care.

Touring upon dreamscapes.

I see chains, this sad misunderstood object, oft do people shun them. A tyrant's tool, a dictator's apparatus. Oh does the world fear this symbol of slavery.

Yet I see its uses, bond upon bond does each support each to strength. They are tools, no more; the old ways have died with its previous masters.

I see chains upon a frame, is it a symbol of oppression? No, this is my instrument to liberation, a mechanical marvel with an organic touch.

And so I pull these chains through its paces, while they push me past my usual threshold. I stay in place, yet they bring me to new spaces.

Up towards the hills that I might gaze the sun set upon the valleys below. To the winding paths of yesteryear, a glimpse of many childhood memories.

Down to the slopes that I might set my eyes upon the new moon above. To the road that finally leads to my love.

I see chains, but I feel free.

Postings from the room under the staircase.

No, I'm most fortunately not the boy-who-lived. My uninteresting life is nothing like the sorts of Harry Potter, although this week I finally have something in common with him.

Moving to Petaling Jaya, specifically Seksyen 17, proved to be quite an interesting mix bag of emotions. For one, I am yet another step ahead in my journey of self-reliance and independence. On the other, the place which I've landed in is rather, for want of a better word, challenging.

Petaling Jaya is many things. It's urban and hip, yet aged and unsurprising. Being one of the older townships in the Klang Valley area, I find myself thrown into this weird juxtaposition of the old and new. My parents, when they first ventured out of their own hometowns to take a leap of fate into the city that is Kuala Lumpur, they started out in none other than this town that is PJ. And here I am now, following in their footsteps.

Except when they first started out, PJ was still quite new...

So yes, I am now settled down in this aged room, part of a semi-detached house, whose owner is also renting out other rooms en masse. Interestingly this place is quite a community of strangers confined within, there seems to be at least 6 or 7 different tenants. And of course, I landed in the room right under the staircase. A simple room with a table, bed and cupboard, sufficiently cleaned yet old spots still abound; bare necessities, really.

I shall now wait for my letter of invitation to Hogwarts.

Or maybe Dobby can pay me a visit. I suppose a chat with a house-elf would be pleasant in this solitude that is new to me.

But gloom aside, this room does remind me of pleasant thoughts of a time before. I suppose this house with its 30 to 40 years old design reminds me fondly of both my grandparents' homes, as well as a collection of memories from my childhood visiting homes of my various relatives.

And yet it fascinates me this place that invokes such nostalgia, is also close to Jaya One, Mid Valley and the like that which you'd associate with modernity. Truly, the contrast makes me ponder.

I suppose starting out my adult life proper (with my first day job so to speak) in a place devoid of the usual creature comforts could do me a favour, that I may build my character in my time here.

So here's to a year of fruitful career development.

Rear-view mirror to my year.

Definitely took a long break since my last post. It's the end of the year, and it's been quite a year indeed. I look back to the many fragmented events that happened, and I must say in all honesty, I preferred last year.

Why you may ask. I'm not sure myself. All I can say is the end of last year left me in hope and want. The end of this year left me unsure and doubtful. Unsure of my actions, doubtful of my future.

Academics? My 2nd half of the year was definitely better than my 1st half. Must be the transition from foundation to degree that caught me off guard. But I got the hang of it by the end of the year, came back with decent results, I'm part surprised.

Relationships? Broke up, that's all I got to say. Didn't work out, we were too different at the end of it. But being single has its perks.

My progress as a musician in general? Nothing much to say, so far only taking baby steps. Of course I can mention the HELP college concert that I helped in the middle of the year. But apart from that, it's been small open-mic gigs here and there, and a heavy workload of playing for people in college. But I do enjoy playing.

So what can I say? I only wish I was a little more restrained with many of my decisions. A lot of rash ones were made this year.

But apart from all this, I have dear December waiting for me regardless, and that I shall look forward to. Good day people.

Moving to the visual blog.

So I got a new phone, a Nokia Lumia 520. Pretty neat a device, the specifications pack quite the punch, especially given how low the price is.

Not so fortunately, the camera is actually really good for a budget phone, and that brought out the side of me that never did manifest before... I'm starting to take pictures of things I usually won't take.

So I've moved on to the photo blogging world. You can now find it @ http://toozgx.tumblr.com/

But I'm not giving up my blogspot yet. It's still going to be my primary word blog. In the mean time, lemme enjoy my probably short-lived camera frenzy.

Postings from the 18th floor: 1 year anniversary.

Exactly 1 year ago, I posted for the 1st time from my condo in Titiwangsa. So much has happened in what seems to be a mere 365 days. Good things, odd things, bad things, all that and more.

The new semester in college has proven to be a bigger race than ever since coming back. The mounting pressure to balance between being a performer, an arranger and production personnel is beginning to take a toll on me, since Live Sound classes begin this semester. Unfortunately for me, the way my degree programme goes requires me to be good at all 3... Alas...

Things have become quite well though nevertheless, so much more music to work with, while ever needing to keep my cockiness in check. Yes I admit, I'm letting improvements get the better of me, but I despise those moments later when I begin to realise how my attitude might begin to irk people.

I did my 1st open-mic gig yesterday at The Bee in Publika yesterday with a few of my college mates and a friend from HELP. 2 songs, 1 prepared, the other improvised, but it turned out all not too bad, had quite a bit of fun back there.

But so far, I'm happy to get back to college. It's always better than having nothing to do over the holidays. I really do enjoy practising alone, still do, although I'm not exactly very disciplined with my practice methodology. Nevertheless, it has been good to be back.

All is well so far yes, although I have admit, there's just this lingering feeling like I scarred a friend of mine, by ways of words. Can I move on? Hopefully.

So, I will hope for good days ahead in this dull city. Till then.

Most uneventful semseter break yet.

No really, I'm telling you I actually have more active semester breaks in the past.

Ok, cousins are over, we're out for more eats, there is something to do...

But really I want to go meet some old friends, go back to band for a meet up.

I also miss drumming... And it's only been one week.

Dreamt about playing the concert all over again last night. Talk about withdrawal syndrome.

Ah well, more food later. I shall put on weight.

5 years ago

It wasn't too long ago that I recall. The 15 year-old  I was back then reluctantly heading home back to Subang, I was living in Sitiawan at that time.

It was the elections back in 2008, and I was far less interested in the happenings of the event. I knew that politics were a nasty sector to be in, and all men are greedy. That of course was my assumption back then. I had to follow my parents back because they wanted to vote, something they had never done in several years according to my mum. What compelled them to vote that year? I didn't know until I grew older, they saw the need to go back and vote, they sensed something different that year. True enough, they became part of a new step in our political scene, the elections that year saw an increase in the opposition seats being won.

Looking at the news happening around me now, spontaneous is the word to describe it at the very least. What are my views you can ask? Simple, a new government. Be it anything, so long as it's not the old BN, reason being that there has been far too many glaring cases of corruption and arrogance among their ranks in the past.

So I'm just hoping for best in the coming 5 years, that is:

-The yet-to-be fully independent EC gets a full reform to be absolutely independent. Evidently there has been a handicap in the polls today.

-The culprits of said events be brought to justice.

-The foreign ghost voters be dealt with ethically and without violence. I understand many of them haven't the slightest clue of the magnitude their actions had done.

-No violent outburst or riots or any form of provocation happening tomorrow.

-What happens the next few days will not divide us, but unite us as a stronger community of Malaysians.

Curious want.

Listening to Pink Floyd while I write this blog makes me feel kind of like taking a weird road trip to my emotions. I am currently writing with little to no consideration to my thoughts, rather I write just spilling emotions.

What's the feeling of this want? I guess I want to complete certain things in life, and to begin with, certain things by this Thursday, namely my P.I. exams and assignment submissions.

Ah, assignment this time is not so nice to me. Malaysian music history, nice to know, just not so nice when you need to research.

I always space out each time Time reaches its chorus. Probably my favourite piece from this whole tribute, I am now in want for more... And I'm not even playing. Some part of me is actually quite regretful for not auditioning this semester's tribute, truly it is one of te best I've seen...

I am in want... Yet I should not be in want...

"And then one day you find, ten years have got behind you."

 That is one of the most haunting set of lyrics that I've ever heard in my life... Because it's true... And it's happening...

Truly, I doubt I will get.

Helping HELP.

So I got myself into this small (Ok, not that small) gig recently. I'm gonna play drums for a HELP University concert somewhere in late May. The set-list? It mainly consist of pop and rock.

And today was our first meeting as a band, some from my college, some people from HELP, and we had some discussions on arrangements and roles in the band. Practices begin maybe next week, so yeah, late nights a-many.

There was this ex-senior from ICOM in the band as well, now studying in Aswara. Couldn't stop going on about how life changing it is for him since he went there instead of continuing ICOM. And he's not the 1st to tell me how great the guys from Aswara are musically. Call it tempting, but he himself is a testimony I guess. When he was in ICOM, he was not that impressive in his playing, but a quick look at him just now saw a more confident player with prowess I've not seen during my 1st semester. But ah well, I've become attached to ICOM.

So what else? I guess I can say I actually look forward to playing with them.

The voiceless protest.

It's week what? 13 already of this semester, I'm already pass the halfway mark. Not exactly the pacing I like actually.

Ask me how things are lately? I can give you a hint why I write blog post these days. It's because someone else isn't there listening to me chitter-chatter. Oh well, a voiceless protest, it's the silence that shouts out to me. Unfortunately, I can't heed the request.

Maybe it's that time again, where solitude brings in the necessary redemptive feeling, the glim of healing, ever so little.

Life is harsh towards me, although my distress is so much milder compared to many others. I appreciate the position I am in, it is indeed joyfully harsh, the kind of suffering that brings you good.

Tribute to Bee Gees concert is just 3 weeks away. I look forward to the performance, since one of the earliest of my inspiration was Bee Gees, I knew I had to get myself in it no matter what, and I did manage to. Playing percussions this time around, practices have started, and they run pretty late into the night.

But if not, it is an experience I really value. I actually hope it'll do me much good to be in it.


I ponder this, dark sky above.
Where are the stars? Your clouds hide them.
I ask this, wind of the night.
Why do you move? Your breeze carry my thoughts.

For the things that depart away from me,
Should I feel that I am answerable?
For the situations that happen,
Why do I feel out of control?

Postings from the 18th floor.

Moving out of my comfort zone, out of home, the place I've ad for long yet only lived no more than 3 years. Right now settled in the bustling side of Kuala Lumpur, this relatively new condominium, renting with another college mate of mine a room. 18 floors up, and you can imagine the view. Having need of the convenience of being near to college, I moved out. Independent life has its perks, yes.

But I do so miss the slower pace of the outskirts, and oh do remind of the coasts, though I have no favour of the beaches, it feels nice know that you're near the edge to grand water-hole. The lovely ocean, as much as I dread it, it is a beauty to behold.

Motion of the city life is pretty standard for me. 12am to bed, 8am to rise. And all else just depends on the flow of the mind. As much as I want to feel comfortable, I still feel out of place some how.

Today happens to be one of those days where Rachel chooses to sleep 1st before me. Oh well, I have not much left anyway. I do feel the need to express today. Yet it's an unsettling feeling of looking back in time.

Checked around the old pictures of me and my friends, and as usual, I lament the fact that I only get to live through those times once, and one time alone.

Times move on quickly. One day I feel like I have an edge, the next I feel like I'm not good enough. Practice is one thing, but I greatly lack the will to practice.

The semester just started, everything feels fresh, but there's that sense of foreboding in the air. I don't know what or why, but I guess it's cause my Friday performance looms. Which reminds me, I need to get the lead sheet down.

Till then, I'll write.

Legend of Zelda 25th Anniversary Symphony.

Oh the unexpected discovery, this great joy...

You see, the thing about The Legend of Zelda's renowned soundtrack is that over the years, it manage to garner a near cult-like following. Koji Kondo, who worked with other well-known Nintendo game music helmed the role of composing for the series, creating many iconic leitmotifs from the game. The sad part is, even up until the latest games (Skyward Sword, 2011), all the soundtracks are predominantly MIDI, which means they do not use any acoustic orchestras to record the grand scale of the orchestral themes, resolving only to the sampled sounds. Boo hoo... :(

So with that said, I've failed to find any orchestral recordings that are officially tied to the series, only fan-made ones. Until I came across this:

Soundtrack list:
1. The Legend of Zelda 25th Anniversary Medley [00:00 - 8:10]
2. Kakariko Village - Twilight Princess Theme [8:11 - 11:00]
3. The Wind Waker Symphonic Movement [11:01 - 21:30]
4. Gerudo Valley [21:31 - 25:03]
5. Great Fairy's Fountain Theme [25:04 - 28:11]
6. Twilight Princess Symphonic Movement [28:12 - 38:42]
7. The Legend of Zelda Main Theme Medley [38:43 - 43:09]
8. Ballad of the Goddess from Skyward Sword [43:10 - 45:18]


In celebration of their 25 years since the 1st game, apart form all other things, they've made a 25th anniversary symphony to commemorate the event. Songs and themes that occur and re-occur through the series, along with the iconic fanfare, soared through. The arrangement, all being medleys, are amazing, capturing the essence of the song and bringing it to a whole new level. Hand-picked by Koji Kondo himself, no one has to this point had any qualms about the music selection.

Having already played 2 games from the series, call me a fan, or a newbie. I love the soundtracks, some of the songs had me drowned in emotion.

I do say, if you have time, do spare. If you've played Zelda, don't miss out, go have a listen.

Being a supposed histrionic.

A not so long break from blogging, and I'm back. It's the semester break now, and I feel the impulse to write once again.

If you mingle with me to a degree long enough, you will realise that I demand attention. Deep down in this insecure person, I seek comfort in praises of people.

It's not something I would willingly admit to you as a reader. But I thought that it's time I acknowledge it somehow. I have this history to say rash things, make bold claims and do unusually outgoing things. I seek that attention.

That aside, I have not much to write any more. Maybe I feel the foreboding of the start of college, that I will do badly as the drummer I am now, still slow in progress.

But isn't that why musicians become what they are? No matter how relaxed they seem, even the good ones, it is because of the attention they thrive in. They like it, nay, we like it, the cheers, the claps and applause. It brings that much joy...

Until you screw up while performing... You become extra sensitive to criticism, you feel like you no longer have the right to continue as a musician... For a moment, everything crumbles on you...

Until everything shadows you... You feel as though you are always doomed to be the worst... Everything you've work for... Is no more than a pathetic attempt... To seek attention...