The Kitchen Diaries: Beardyman

Beardyman does his thing in the kitchen, showing us a recipe for music

Born To Rock

 

Born to Rock by ~sarahprincess

The picture speaks for itself.

I was born to rock.

Help Me

I asked…

And did not get the answer I was looking for…

I waited…

But did not get what I was looking for…

I pleaded…

But did not get what I was looking for…

I argued…

But did not get what I was looking for…

I cried…

But did not get what I was looking for…

I screamed…

But did not get what I was looking for…

I prayed。。。

But did not get what I was looking for。。。

Does anyone know…

How I can get what I’m looking for?

Of Dreams and Fishes, and Silver Wishes…

I dreamt…

…that I flew…

…of beauty so cold and fragile, that I could only skim its surface…

…of warmth so familiar, that it melted all defenses…

…of exotic foods, filling my belly…

…of underwater creatures, serene and zen…

…of a city, bringing back thoughts of home…

…of a man, who I respect and care for…

…of dreams, and fishes, and silver wishes…

Belated New Year Resolutions

7 Resolutions for 2010

1. Be the best, academically, as I know I can.

2. Be more sociable.

3. Be more physically active and healthier.

4. Get closer to God and be a more helpful person.

5. Be more involved in music and stage performances.

6. Gain more self-confidence.

7. Develop more meaningful relationships.

Seven is the number of spiritual perfection…

See Dr. Prevost, I did learn something in your New Testament class

XP

Well, it’s time focus on the development of my “Mind, Body and Soul”

Cempaka taught me a lot too…

Tubthumping – Chumbawamba

This is song makes me want to dance or just move to the music XP Very feel good. haha

Meg’s tag

Sticker

Got tagged by MegD!!

1. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes?
Yea it does.

2. How about drinking?
I don’t mind as long as its reasonable.

3. Do you like someone you can’t have?
Haha.. Maybe XP

4. If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?
Yes. Haha.. I might not be able to give a reply immediately, but I’d give them an honest, thought-out answer.

Collection

As we pass through life, we gather up a collection..

A collection of sweet lingering moments, and bitter disappointments…

We pick up times which make us stand up in defiance, in opposition..

Then lay down in front of other times which put us to rest, in resignation.

Baubles by ~Funkyicecube

Well, everyone collects more of one thing, it is an individual preference, a unique collection.

I collect the oddities, the things that glimmer and glint in a dark crowd, the ones with characteristics categorized under “Other“, or maybe a little of everything, like how one would enjoy a buffet.

After all,

Life is a sumptuous feast, and we’re all invited to dine =)

A Little Rhyme At Night Time.

Mirror, Mirror, it’s dull I’ve found.

Let’s change things up now, this time round.

I’ll find a new game to live by,

This time I’ll laugh, while you cry.

Pic Tag

My name is :

Lex

The place I wanted to go right now :

My Island

My favourite place :

No place like home (pic courtesy of Ashleigh)

My favourite drink :

Mango Lassi

My Favourite food recently :

Oh my gosh, such a craving right now..

My favourite thing :

Random phone calls.

My favourite colour :

Black (Or in my lip gloss — Venom)

I live in :

Campus Dorm, private room.

I was born in :

A hospital

I’m studying at :

HSU

My favourite story :

Beautiful story

My hobby :

Music!

I want  to be like :

Leonardo Da Vinci – The Renaissance Man..

5 people I’m tagging :

Stephanie

Hao Yi

Lenix

MegD

Ash

For Your Ears

Want to know what’s been blaring on my speakers lately?

Here’s a mash-up I’ve found on YouTube that I’ve really been wanting to pass to DJs just so my friends and I can enjoy the dance floor a little more.

Pitbull Vs. Lady Gaga – Hotel Room Game

Lex

Image by -sten- via Flickr

It’s my nickname.

L ive

E verything

X tra2

 

Or at least that’s what I hope to make it mean =)

And I guess I will make it…

Anything I want it to be.

Latihan

Kadang kala aku juga nak latih bahasa Melayu juga=P

Dah lama tak cakap di sini. Bahasa Cina pula, latih lebih banyak daripada di rumah. Haha..

Tolonglah aku, aku rindu akan tanah air aku.. Makanan mamak, kawan-kawan and keluargaku..

=(

Now that we’re done with that,

Hope my international readers don’t take offense =P

It’s not anything bad really, I’m just reminiscing about home and the language I used to dislike.

Loving the song: Big Yellow Taxi by Counting Crows.

“You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone…”

A big, “I miss y’all!” from the random, sesat Malaysian girl in Texas.

I need Your help

From their album “Agony and Irony“, I found this song, Help Me.

Take a listen =)

All I can say now is, Que Sera Sera…

Nighttime Thoughts

Image by CoreBurn via Flickr

Out here in Abilene, TX, on a cold night…

The wind is chilly, brightening eyes and cheeks…

The stars puncture the sky with dim spots of light…

And leaves you with memories that lasts for weeks…

But darn it,

I miss KL!!!

XD

Video on “Does God Exist?”

Here is a video by Life Center International on one of my favorite stories…

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=155315264765&ref=share

Status King

An app which rates awesome Facebook statuses…

I like this guy’s entry in particular =)

Richard Storry ʎɐqǝ uo pɹɐoqʎǝʞ ɐ ʎnq ı ǝɯıʇ ʇsɐן ǝɥʇ sı sıɥʇ Feb 23, 2009

New Poem

It’s strange how even after weeks on inactivity, my blog tends to continue to attract readers from all around the world.. I guess after writing so much, for so long, there must be at least one post that holds something that a reader would be interested in =)

Anyways, It has just occurred to me how long it has been since I’ve posted a poem here. So here I go.. *Stretches rusty keyboard-typing fingers*

Bloody Butterfly

by Lex Tan

She shivers in her cocoon,

Pulling it tight, strangling even.

Struggling to keep the cold out,

Preserving what heat she once was given.

Silken strands bite painfully into her skin,

Breaking beads of sanguine blood.

Flowing freely, only to restrain,

Choked silent cries, that’s all that’s heard.

It’s useless Child, a whisper shouts,

Startling her to struggle more.

As the cold permeates her very soul,

It fills her out like never before.

Crippled by pain, she shreds her bonds.

Disposing of her every past.

But still her body bears every mark,

Of all the memories of her torturous cast.

Scars are intricate things.

Delicate in their own.

Yet they flash and flutter, and much, much more.

Whenever they’re fully grown.

Hardened scars and a strenghtened soul.

Yet secretly still fragile inside.

She spreads her beauty for all to see,

To distract, that it may hide.

Bloody Butterfly by ~chii00

Whispers

Sometimes the ghosts of your past knock upon your window, beckoning you to open up and meet the cold truth of night head-on.

Who knows what news they bring you..

Will you open up?

I did.

I learn from the past.

Update

It’s been awhile.. But I’m planning on getting back to recording some of my older songs, then starting up on some new ones. =)

I’ve been mike-less for too long people!

But no longer..

It’s time I took matters into my own hands.