Locked In A Cage

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For a really long time, time, tiiiiime.

Drew that while listening to a song.

Rad song. Go listen to it.

Locked In A Cage – Brick + Mortar

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You don’t have to try so hard.

Salam

Yet another day where I decided to blog on the way to work. I tend to think a lot during long journeys and I want my thoughts on this blog to be as honest as possible. That’s why, I try to blog on the spot, and let those words that flow out of my mind be captured right into this blog.

I can’t really recall why but I knew that today,  I feel great. Maybe it is because of my penpal’s email response, or maybe it is because I was able to stop doing something I will absolutely regret this morning. I don’t know. Trying really hard to remember it right now but I simply can’t. Whatever.

The sole reason to why I wanted to write a post today, right now, is cause of Colbie Caillat’s recent song and MV release. If you have not listen to Try, you should. It will motivate you to accept who you are and not try to be someone else, because you’re embarrassed by how imperfect you are. However that’ll only work if you truly understand the message she’s trying to convey in the song as well as MV, and the reason or experience she had before producing that song.

I would love to embed a link of the inspiring music video here but I’m on my phone and I don’t think it’s feasible to do so. Therefore, be a little helpful and google up the MV yourself. Make sure you it, okay! You won’t be able to get what I’m trying to say later on cause I’ll have to refer to the MV at some point in my explanation, and it’s best if you could visualise it.Here’s the music video to Try. Watch it, alright.

 

Some people took the message wrongly and I believed that I have to knock some sense them on their heads cause I know they’re not stupid enough to think so. Yeah, those narrow-minded selfs in the comment section of her Youtube video who apparently refused to get the whole idea of something and began to talk bad about it. Okay come here, I’ll get to the bottom of this for you lots. If you still think I’m not justifying my point, it’s cause you chose not to agree with me. The message is effortlessly obvious despite it giving you different interpretation of it. As someone who can relate to her song quite well, I’d say the message works well on me, and she did it right.

If you listen to the lyrics of the song, you’ll come across words that assure you to remove your make up and be confident of your natural looks. You don’t have to hide that beauty you’re bestowed upon, and don’t try to be someone else. First of all, the reason behind this song is that, as quoted from Dailymail, “Colbie Caillat sends a powerful message about acceptance as she ditches the Photoshop and wipes off her make-up in new music video Try“. Words in the lyrics are adapted based on her real-life experiences. She was trying to voice out her opinion from her past experience. Since she is in the music industry where she would have several photo shoots for magazines, album covers or any related sites, she had to wear make up often. To look as perfect as the photos could be, those details deems imperfect would be thus Photoshopped. Glistening skin, even skin tone, pimple or freckles free, those are all edited out. Don’t you be fooled by that. She’s obviously not happy by how they’re trying to change her looks. That is the very reason why, she mentioned ‘make up’, ‘nails’ and ‘hair done’ cause that’s what happened to her.

For those who are not in the same situation she is facing, you do not have to take her every words literally. As long as you get the message, it could fit well with your situation. In my case, I rarely use make-up, so the message did not really hit me hard. I do have pimples and acnes on my face, and I used to wear a concealer to cover those ugly spots, but I’ve ditched that ever since I was given some treatment products for my face after a visit to a dermatologist clinic weeks ago. To get an optimum result of the treatments, I am not supposed to use anything else other than those products. My recent routine before I leave anywhere, is to apply those products and that’s it. Then I’ll step out of the house with a bare face. I don’t mind having to show nothing but my pure face condition, with those spots and bumps, telling the world how prominent they are on my face. Like “Excuse us but we’re trying to rock your face” kinda thing. With that, of course, I do feel insecure at times when people would observe me, instead of taking a few glances. Now you might wonder, how then does this song affect me? Well, I’ve never thought I look good. I still don’t think I am, up till now. But these words: “Look into the mirror, at yourself. Don’t you like you?” and “When you’re all alone, by yourself, do you like you?”. I did like how I look sometimes when I look at my reflection in the mirror. Who cares about those pimples. I look quite acceptable to be honest. It is only when I compare myself with others that I realised I’m just nowhere as good as them. That is always why I’m not confident with my looks. That song assures me and empowers me to be more confident and accepting.

Now, some of you might argue that it’s nothing wrong to wear make up. What if I feel much better using makeup? What if I feel more of myself using eyeliners, that would accentuate my big eyes? What if I use makeup just to impress myself? Girls, stop with those ‘What ifs’ shall we? You’re going way out of the radar. Remember who she is targeting the message to? Let me repeat it to you. It is to those group of people who try to be someone else because they’re embarrassed of their true selves. It is to those group of people who think that their imperfections would bring them to nowhere when there’s actually some out there who like how you look. It is to those group of people with no confidence of their looks. Do you beings get it now? That is the message. You can suit it to your own lives anyway you want it to be. She was giving encouraging words to uplift their souls, bring out the confidence, esteem and acceptance in them that they have hid deep down within their souls. If you think makeup brings out the best features you have, go ahead. Just so you know, you are still beautiful in the eyes of certain people. Not everyone, you read that right. Why? Cause believe me or not, everyone judges, be it unconsciously or not.

It’s up to you whether you want to take their judgements into account or not. You decide whether you want to be affected by those judgements. They’re all lying around everywhere, readily for you to grab and go, putting your sentiments into them, but if you choose to ignore them and believe in yourself that despite what they have said, they’ll be nothing but some dust you could easily wipe away. You’ll be stronger as ever and nothing could really stop you. Colbie Caillat wants you to be strong, and that’s one of the way you can do so.

Then, there’s a few guys who mentioned that the song promotes feminism. Well hello, I don’t think that’s wrong? She’s just doing her best for the females who needs this kind of moral support. It’s not trying to condemn your own gender, so please stop trying to wrong her. If you feel so, then I think you are in need of some moral support too. Get your own fix too, bros.

I guess this is the end of my rants for today. I’m pushing back the tasks I’m supposed to do, just to zip up this post so I don’t have to come back to it later on.

Be yourself is all I could say.

XO

Moosika

I would say, Spotify is the best way to get to know new music.

Ever since I started listening regularly to it at work, I’ve came across music I would not have heard of. I am absolutely grateful for the numerous playlists that I have listened to. The playlists on Spotify have grouped a certain music of the same genre / mood where you could choose depending on your mood for the day. Most of mine are Indie playlists, Alternative playlists and a few mainstream pop playlists that I could groove to in the morning.

One good feature found in the playlist is that, you could click on a band’s name, which will lead you to their Spotify page. There would be a list of songs and albums that they have produced, a couple of Related Artists of similar music taste that might catch your interest, and a brief biography on how the band formed, as well as the type of music they make.

On their respective profiles, you can choose to Follow them, and Save their albums or songs on your virtual music collection. You could also create your own playlists! How amazing that is.

If there’s a way I could embed any of it’s playlists onto this blog, I so would! 

Also, with Spotify, I was actually able to understand the genres of music that I trully love! Indie pop, indie folk, electro pop, emo rock, indie rock, reggae and more! Just a few minutes ago, I thought I almost discovered the best genre ever: Electro folk-pop (A mesh of electro pop and indie folk!) Yet, I believed the mixing of both genres could have been potrayed in a much better way in the song. As elated as I have been, I hope there would be some other bands that have already incorporated Alternative into Electro folk-pop. Might sound a little bit off, but at least the genres are not of a huge difference? 

I wish I could study music. I am so interested to learn more about music, the methods of producing music, the variety of genres, the music elements, the best, just everything. Anyhow, I was told by a friend that studying music would be a waste of time. I’m not sure how accurate that could be, but I believe that proper education is the best to study music? I have a few acquaintances that I can refer to  when it comes to music, but I have yet to really start a serious conversation on music with me. 

Definitely, Spotify has given me enough knowledge on music, and also ignite my passion in music. I wasn’t as interested in music as I used to be. 

For those music enthusiasts who have not heard of Spotify (or had but have not explored it yet), go search it up! You’ll get hooked to it just as I am.

Talking about music, I have yet to attend a concert. Ironic eh. I will sooner or later, maybe.

Tee tee wai ess!

(Can’t think of a title for this rant post.)

I think I’m too ambitious sometimes?

Countless of times, I would get motivated and inspired too easily and quickly, that I had that urge to do something immediately afterwards.

After I watched a couple of ukulele covers or tutorials, I just have to pick up my ukulele and practice, cause my skills are still far from perfection. After I looked at beautiful illustrations, I grabbed my sketch book and continued on with my unfinished drawings. I mean, I can’t be really good at everything right? I need to pick a direction to work on, and not jumping from one to another. It doesn’t work that way! 

It’s like when I look at those inspirations, my mind would whisper, “If they can do it, I can do it too!” Yeah it’s great that I’m being positive about it, but my mind can’t be saying that at literally every different kind of inspiration? There’s so many things to do, and I do not know which ones should I put high priority on? They all come into my mind in one shot. Also, I’m super indecisive. The frustration, guys.

Honestly, I suck at explaining what is on my mind, right now? So, I hope you get what I meant, by being too ambitious.

Okay, now I need to think of a title for this rant post, and most of the time, I’m not that creative enough to think of a good one. How does this thing work? Do you bloggers/writers (If there is any) think of a suitable title and start writing the content, or the other way? So far, I’ve been doing the latter, and it worked kind of well for me. ‘Kind of’, though. I hate running out of creative juices.

I’m really feeling so hopeless at the moment. This is one of the most, on-the-spot blogging post ever in my blogging history. I did not set a specific topic for this, and there is no flow to it.

I am aware that I do have readers (I had to fit in this as well) and that made me feel insecure about my blogging. Subconsciously or not, I know that everyone judges. You might be judging at how I write my posts, or how I live my life, so on and so forth. I should say that I do not care if you do so, but I can’t? I do not know where this topic is heading to, as I have lost my train of thoughts (This happens often. I’ll probably let you know more about it soon. I do not have a solid reason behind it but I have done my research, so I might share it later on. Idk. ), but yeah, just to inform you that I know you are reading these very words I am typing right now. Those creepy eyes of yours, illuminating from the dark in those alleys, eye-ing every single movement of my fingers as they pushed these alphabet keys. I am being watched. Oh, the horror.

Alright, every seconds of my lifetime shall not be wasted, no more. 

Have a great day/afternoon/night/morning! Smile okay!

XO

Ridiculous world

Utterly sorrow at the sight of the chaos in Gaza. My heart sank to the bottom of the beneath, because I am frustrated yet futile.

I could only raise my hands and pray to God that He would ease the shattered souls and beings of our dearly brothers and sisters.

It sucks to witness how media’s so cruel about it, how people unknowingly support the one to be blamed, how the ones in power are too coward to make a stand.

 

I hope and believe that there is a reason behind all these. May God make the realisation come as quick as possible. We’re so blinded right now, so God, please make us see what is there to learn out of all these.

Ameen.

Wassalam.

Idk.

Silence of the dead
Cries of the hunger
Sirens of the banks
Crimes and then disaster

Feeling hopeless
Wishing my hands could extend
Reaching for the roofless
Bringing them to this land

Silence of the dead
Cries of the hunger
Sirens of the banks
Crimes and then disaster

Injustice and moronic
Manipulative means to no end
Deception and lunatic
It’s time we stand and defend

Reminder

With burnts, scars, wounds and stains,
thousands of bodies are left to rot,
yet all we do is ignoring the pains,
as though nothing is to be pondered about.

‘Ramadhan Kareem’, so we say,
to remind us of the bliss we are in,
what about the chaos that our brothers’ face,
should we remain bliss while they are staggerin’?

Raise our hands to make Dua to the Almighty,
asking him for anything and everything we yearn,
have you included the brothers in need for safety,
peace, happiness, far away from being ruined?

Therefore, in your very last sujud,
stay a little longer and ask for Him to extend his help,
to the people of Gaza in the hood,
for He is the best to grant a promising hap.

(Idk if this good enough to be considered a poem even. Thanks to Rust, May and Humble the Poet for I attempted this, thanks to them?)

Replacement

Things come and go. They grace you with their mere existence,  and leave you with absolute emptiness. Then, you have to scout for anything with a strong impact to replace that emptiness, that unease you have in your mind, heart and at times, soul.

Now, how do you replace the lost you hate seeing. One could say, ‘Just forget it.’, but we all know that line is just like another gleam of light that passes your sight. That particular thing has implanted itself in your memory lane, and to extract it out, you gotta dig deep inside to the roots, to release its hold and grip on the ground, and set it free. No, this is never an easy task, unless it’s already loosely attached, and stand weak and ready to be blown away with a whisper of the wind in your soul.

Once it’s loose, the scars it left on the ground, the marks, the unevenness, the space. It hurts. It might not be physically hurting you, but deep down, it ruins the calamity and the perfectness it brings. The joy it adds to your memories. The sweetness and melodious harmony it brings to your life. They’re all gone, vanished, reaped out of you, with such strength that you could feel and hear every twist and turn. You feel detached. Incomplete. A part of you is gone.

Next, come the waves of anger, sadness, guilt, confusion, that army of emotions crashing down the lane, destroying every bits of happiness, and filling you with the new yet familiar presence you wish you wouldn’t face. The chaos it causes, you don’t even know how you’re supposed to deal with it, but you think they should be there just because. You let it brew and grow, the heat of it engulfing your soul and your surroundings, and in need of attention. Let the world know how raged you are, how torn apart you are, how they should be roaring along with the tides. The energy that broiled up, you cannot contain them. At times, to balance the energy in you, you tend to let it out, by crashing whatever comes in your sight. Let them fall, crack, disperse, shatter, just like you.

You are at your peak. You need something to knock you off. To let you drift away from that bursting emotion. To make you sane, from the state of insanity you have been. To bring the inner you at peace. To be yourself, once again. To spark a light in the darkest cave you have dug. To cover the flame you have lit. To wash away the pouring mud you have caused. To breathe the fresh air you once had. To clear the haze that blinds you. To even the grounds you have spoiled. To rhyme the tune in your life. To straighten the line. To be yourself. To mend your heart. To close the gap. To numb the pain. To stop the bleed. To overcome. To withhold. To cease. To be settled. To be you, once again.

Tears showered your soul. Washing away the bleeding pain.

Windows to your soul is then, opened to let the freshest air and brightest light enter you, moving you away from your solitude.

Armed with experience, tighten with the lessons learnt, you set out on a journey to find the best thing to fill you to the brim. To impress you. Anything wonderful, from learning a new skill, or focusing on a existing work, or getting occupied with multiples loads. Anything that has the might to steer you away from that situation you regret.

How exactly successful could that be?

Poles

I was told to not look at things literally. With every sight that I see, I should question it’s existence and purpose. Sometimes, looks can be deceiving. Not everything seem the way you think it is. You put your thoughts to it. You predicted its existence. You perceive how things are supposed to be and took it just like that. That’s when you know, you take things for granted. What comes to you may just leave you without an impact. You never value its might, which is the very reason we humans are ignorant and lifeless fools. Everything serves a purpose. Be it to make you smile or to save you life, it held so much dignity. They’re all ready for you but you chose to take and use just a part of it. They could be angled at a certain direction, painted to be as bold as fire, positioned to ease your reach to them, yet you see it, use it, and depend on it but shift your attention to what may be dear to your lives; your demeaning gadgets of all sorts and sizes. For all you could know, with one drop, hit or lost of connection, your gadgets are nothing but intriguing displays. They could easily defeats and backfires its purpose. Whereas, that dear thing you put your lives on, they remain as strong and as loyal to you as it can be.

As I am writing this, I too am among the thousands and hordes of humans who chose to take things lightly. I was talking about a pole in my direction but writing this down on my smart phone. A good example to what I was targeting on. That lot of people who needs to reflect their lives, I’m one of them,  sad to say.