Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Nameless Monster

Once upon a time, there lived a nameless monster.
The monster was dying to have a name so badly.
So the monster decided to set out on a journey to find itself a name.
But the world was such a large place.
So the monster split into two and went on to two seperate journeys.
One went to the East and the other went to the west.

The monster that went to the east found a village.
There was a blacksmith at the village entrance.
"Mr.Blacksmith, please give me your name" said the monster.
"I can't give you my name" replied the blacksmith.
"If you give me your name I will jump inside you and make you stronger in return." said the monster.
"Really? I'll give you my name if you can make me stronger.", the blacksmith told the monster.
The monster jumped inside the blacksmith.
The monster became Otto the blacksmith.
Otto the blacksmith was the strongest man in the village.
But one day he said:"Look at me! Look at me!"
"The monster inside of me has grown this big!"
*Chomp, chomp, munch, munch, gobble, gobble, gulp*
The hungry monster ate Otto from the inside out.

The monster then went back to become a monster without a name.
Even though he jumped inside Hans the shoemaker....
*Chomp, chomp, munch, munch, gobble, gobble, gulp*
He went back to being a monster without a name again.
Even though he jumped inside Thomas the hunter.....
*Chomp, chomp, munch, munch, gobble, gobble, gulp*
He still went back to being a monster without a name.

The monster then went to a castle to find a wonderful name.
Inside the castle, there was a very sick boy.
"I'll make you stronger if you give me your name" said the monster.
In reply, the boy told him "I'll give you my name if you can cure my illness and make me stronger. "
So the monster jumped inside the boy.
The boy became very healthy.

The King was delighted.
"The prince is well! The prince is well!" said the King.
The monster became fond of the boy's name.
He also grew fond of his life inside the castle.
That's why he endured even when he became hungry.
Every day, even when his stomach became very empty, he endured.
But then he became so hungry....
"Look at me! Look at me!" said the boy.
"The monster inside of me has grown this big!"
The boy then ate his father, servants, and everyone.
*Chomp, chomp, munch, munch, gobble, gobble, gulp*

Because everyone was gone....
The boy left on a journey.
He walked and walked for days.....
One day the boy met the monster that went west.
"I have a name" said the boy.
"It's a wonderful name."
And then the monster that went west said...
"I don't need a name."
"I'm happy even if I don't have a name."
"Because we're monsters without names."
The boy ate the monster that went west.
Even though he now had a name....
There was no one left to call him by his name.
It is a wonderful name.

A story taken from the anime, Monster.(My favourite story from the anime.)

Wednesday, November 19, 2008


A song is the same as human being,or should I say living being. It need both rhythm and lyric for it to be a song. Both of them are very important. Rhythm resembles the soul of the song while the lyric resembles the body of the song. Can you imagine a song without rhythm or a song without lyric?

A song without lyric will be like a wandering soul. It don't have any solid form. Maybe someday it will just disappear to the thin air. The feeling the composer want to share cannot be conveyed efficiently.

A song without rhythm will be like a robot. It don't have its own thought and expression. Everything is programmed for the beginning. The message the writer want to deliver cannot be sent efficiently.

Both lyric and rhythm should compatible to each other. The mood and the feeling should probably be the same. You can't just put a feminine soul in a guy body or a masculine soul in a girl. It will turn out to be weird.

That's all of what I think of "song". All these are just barely my own thoughts.


The first thing that comes to your mind...
Is it the automated teller machine(ATM) which you can do transactions related to money such as withdrawing money from your saving? I believe most people will think of that in the very first thought.

I would like to tell you all that my family have our very own ATM also. Do you all believe that? This ATM is quite special that you can't find it anywhere else as the normal ATM do. And this ATM has different elaboration from the normal ATM(automated teller machine). The ATM of my family stands for Alan Tony Mickson.

Alan Tony Mickson...
The English names given to me and my brothers by our parents.
The eldest son, Alan(me) followed by his younger brother(Tony) and then the youngest brother(Mickson). I'm not sure whether people who know family well do aware of this or not. Haha. I think the answer most probably will be "NO". I just thought of this not long ago. There's nothing special about it. Just want to let you all know about it.

I wonder what's in my parents' mind when they try hard to get us an English name. I'm sure that they never thought of using ATM to get ideas for the name of their sons. Haha. I think this would be another coincidence in my life. Haha.

So the next time you all withdraw money from ATM, please do remember the three of us. Haha.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Walking Forward

Walking forward......
It have been 5 years and I feel like I'm still standing at the same spot, never been moving even a single step. Watching everyone that I know and near to me walking forward, I feel happy for them as they are able to move forward and able to keep on evolving themselves to become a better person. But somehow I feel lonely and insecure. Everyone pass by and move forward. All I can do is just standing there and watch their back. Back then,I told myself that someday I'll be able to walk side by side with them.

Am I able to start to walk again? Will the day come? Is it because I never tried hard or I'm not even trying? What I can do is that keep on asking myself the questions over and over. But I never try to seek for those answers. I'm really happy from them, as they are able to move on from their yesterday. Maybe they had gone through many hardships that I didn't know for them to achieve what they have today.

It's better for someone else to be born to this world instead of me, as what I do is just waste and rot away the life given to me, and draging everyone down. I'm so useless and weak. I feel lucky to have known all of them, but it's their bad luck to have known me.