Post Resurrection.

Resurrected post: Terrace Tranced.

This is a post, from a broken hearted,
No silent prayer for the faith departed
And I ain't gonna be just a face in the shadows,
You're never hear my voice, but I'm screaming out loud.

It's my life.


Corny, but my link already says it all.

My recent post was a special dedication, so shall this one be, just another scripture be written in black and white, only in this case, it's over the proxy servers.

Many a time I hath sensed this, but why wasn't I sure.
I use to be able to feel things before they happen,
I know I'm wearing spectacles,
But it seems I'm growing blind to notice,
I am losing my touch.

I'm suppose to type this in paragraphs,
but I've conveyed most of my message to you in instant messaging form.
The times we had, our faith is sealed.
But no more, time itself was revealed.
Profound it must seem,
My cranium is bursting,
Not for the loss of words,
but painful flashbacks presumed forgotten.

Once upon a time it was,
not many hath known our past,
It's our dirty little secret,
But being dirty has it's price to pay.
Delighted,
but never lasted.
I used to know you like the back of my hand,
now it's darker than midnight.

My deepest message, convey to you, I hath not.
only time will tell.
Time is relevant,
Stripped from reality I was,
I feel the serenity of silence.
Reality has a mind of it's own,
knocking back sense into me,
I feel the surge with a cocktail of emotions.

As it is said, my message to you hath been acknowledged by you.
I've been finding ways to convey it to you,
I've threaded lightly,
Still I don't know how,
Because I don't know you anymore..
Sought guidance,
I use to think I was the source of it,
Nevertheless it is done.
A weight off my load.

People change,
for the better or for the worse.
Trust in my command,
thy path is cleared.
Let there be light,
for light hath been bestowed by the One.

Hence I shalt only be able to ponder,
over your last message to me
in the instant messaging window.


A dedicated post, ending with the origin to my blog. Shadows Of LIfe.

Yes SH.

"My heart is like an open highway"
It's my life - Bon Jovi

Yours truly,
- Jw²~

Let's put a pin in it.

Entering into the month of November, I look back to see how fast time flew. I flashbacked the week I found myself so busy preparing for prom, intensive courses and what not, all over in a flash.

Picture says it all. Yes I'm ecstatic. I got my license in less than 5 days after the driving exam.

One thing I really looked forward to, was the prom. It wasn't the prom, it was the performance. I didn't sign up for prom for 3 reasons:

1. It's RM88 for a budget room.
2. It's before SPM. Timing is so out.
3. They mentioned no outsiders allowed, immediately I said forget it. (You should know why)


Anyway I signed up for performance just to get a glimpse of the interior. Venue was Empire Hotel. Performance was alright. Can't believe it's over. I got so bonded to my band.

I'm gonna miss all the practices held in the bilik pengawas, my house, and the fellowship.

Sure miss playing with great people like you, we make up ColdSwift a.k.a. SwiftPlay.

From left to right: Kat Jin-Ji, Joshua Jarret Ganesan, Diane Sim, Leon Wee, Joshua Wong, Esther Chow.




In order,
Pianist - Kat Jin-Ji
Violinists - Diane Sim, Esther Chow, Leon Wee
Bassist - Joshua Wong
Drums - Joshua Jarret Ganesan.

Shit quality, mics didn't pick up the violins clearly.. But it's a rep. I'm waiting for a clearer quality, will upload when I have it.

Another priority complete. I can't seem to blog like how I used to few months back.. Maybe it's because I indeed have discovered my purpose. But I don't wish to drift away from that realm, I wish to continue inspiring people with my posts like I used to. Guess Imma have to wait till after SPM and see how the feel comes back to me then.

Studying moral nilais. I'm betting my 5 credits on the line.


What's so difficult with academics? Is my right brain just bigger or my left brain's just underdeveloped? - Josh von Alejandro.


Yours truly,
- Josh ♥ Jojo ~