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SAYLA IS BACK I got a brand new teaser out called ‘KL SUNSHINE’ =)

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Whatsgood peeps!

DOSE TWO is nominated for Asia’s BEST Hiphop Group Category for the AVIMA 09 [Asia Voice Independent Music Awards]!

We representing Malaysia for this one! Vote for DOSE TWO or you favourite crew via the link below.
http://www.voize.my/awards.php?id=16

Much love!
=) Sayla

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Happy Deepavali y’all!

We know this might be a lil late, but we’ve both been busy munching on em murukus and mutton curry…it’s easy to get distracted.

Anyhoo, have a safe one, whether you Hindu or not. Let the light shine through, ya dig? =)

Peace
Oh and here’s our lil thing thing we did did.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXd0J3_fwqU

Whusgoood!

I’m proud to announce that ‘Whoopsie’ is number 1 on
the Malaysian English Top Ten charts and I just feel the need to thank
you for the support and faith!

No doubt it was a solo track, but
I’m proud to carry Dose Two and the Flow Fam flag on my back with it.
Hopefully it would open more doors for Naqib and I , with fingers
crossed, the number one spot will be graced by more of Dose Two’s
efforts in the future with your love and support.

Mad love also
to Hitz.fm, the DJ Division, Uno, Junior and Naz and last but not
least, Dena for making this happen. It’s one fr the books!

Til then, keep it tuned to your favourite neighbourhood poets on dosetwo.vox.com! =)

22s UP!
Trix/Sayla

the doc gave me something called Actihist-co for me cough.

shit’s kicking in and its just 10am guddamnit.

whee….~ lol *piow piow* you dieded dy. really one.

Once upon a time in a world less real than ours, there was Zooga – The great prosperous land where the native Keekies and the ancient migrants of the Tumbu and Raras harmoniously lived in peaceful serenity. For 5000 years, Zooga flourished – with any friction or issues that might be problematic, brushed down into their magical willow tree. The magical willow tree will open its great bark and hide any problems of Zooga. It was a blessing everyone grew to love and cherish. The magical willow tree was also known to the more enlightened monks of Zooga as ‘Sai- lance’.

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One day, a few wise monks of the Tumbu and Rara species suggested to the elders of Zooga that ‘Sai-lance’ should be given a rest. The tree was old and the younger Zooga people were slowly idolising a new tree in the jungle, ‘Low-Jeek’. The Elders were furious! It was by religion that the ‘Sai – lance’ willow tree be honoured and they threatened to throw the wise monks of Tumbu and Rara into the willow tree’s strong crushing barks. By Golly! Were the Raras and Tumbu monks afraid! They feared for their lives and swore on honouring ‘Sai – Lance’ in exchange for authority and an eternal blessing from the Zooga elders.

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The Zooga elders made it against the law for anyone to speak, or even think about idolising anything but the magical willow tree. Those who did were cursed and ripped off their magical enchantments, and some say, even magically disappeared!

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However, the new ‘Low-Jeek’ tree was slowly gaining popularity amongst the Tumbu, Raras and even the Keekies. Many secretly worshiped the new tree as they started to see the elders of Zooga throwing more and more rubbish into the old willow tree, ‘Sai – lance’. Everyone knew the poor willow tree was getting too old and a new tree should take its place in pursuit of peace.

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One quiet night on the 8^th moon and thirty first hour of Aquarius, the Zooga Kingdom trembled. The earth shook with the force of a stampede with a million stallions, and the sky turned crimson like the blood of slaughtered innocence. ‘Sai – Lance’, the magical willow tree was struck by lightnings no one in Zooga could explain. The tree was torn into 513 pieces and it’s bark burnt to herbs. Zooga’s mounting issues and troubles gushed out of the old dead tree and flooded the Zooga Kingdom. Many tears were shed and many lives were taken as the younger generation of Zooga – The Keekies, The Tumbus and The Raras was overwhelmed by the tsunami waves of broken ‘Sai – Lance’.

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In desperation, Zoogans looked up to the sky for divine help, drenched in hopelessness as the clouds cuddled and poured more sorrow. As the water levels rose, the towering ‘Low-Jeek’ tree stood out like a plumb in a pie over Vien DiDa Hill. Zoogans, strong at heart, climbed onto ‘Low-Jeek’ and hid under its giant green leaves. Safe from the torment below.

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Staying under shelter for 19 nights and 57 days, the Zoogans lived hard consoling themselves – trying hard to forgive their perished Zoogan elders and the magical willow tree. Eating only ‘Low-Jeek’ branches and drinking only its dew, the Keekies, Tumbus and Raras magically evolved - physically and mentally to look, feel, act and share the same soul – they called their new race ‘One’.

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Enlightened, they carried on climbing the ‘Low-Jeek’ tree as it grew taller and bigger…it is said that the flood will take 8 generations to fully subside. The Ones knows this, as they continue climbing their new found religion, ‘Low-Jeek’ and struggle to find peace with their past ancestral Zoogan ideologies. Happy ever after is after this they believe. Do you?

A person I hold of significance, that I’ve not heard frm fr quite awhile made contact with me few days back. It was a friendly gesture of keeping in touch (I’d like to believe), but for the 20 minutes we chatted on the phone, that late, and me being semi-drowsy; I naturally expected a conversation like old times. Instead I was further introduced to a person that has evolved (or ‘grown’) so much so, it made me wonder if I needed some growing up.

The last 2 occasions I’ve seen this lady, she hinted a transformation by her tone, her wear, and ultimately her spirit. It was a good thing I thought. We all needed our focuses in life, our stand on things and a philosophy to live by. I’ve learnt through the rough years and my relationships with people and friends to try to always look into the good side of a personality. No one is ever the same, hence the term individuals. Oppressing and force feeding someone with another’s belief is quite unethical if you ask me.

I’m not too sure whether this girl was just stressing her views, or subtly advising me (I refuse to take it as an insult though this vixen is known to be quite sharp tounged). Whatever it was, it haunts and still echoes in my head,

“…Not for passion, For Money Vix. Dreams and all that don’t get you anywhere…”

Coming from someone who I consider, used to know me well. It acts like a jaggered dagger into my conscience. It wasn’t painful or anything, but it made me question my stand. I believe in dreams and kharma. Of doing something because it’s right, and because you enjoy doing it, I believe that money is not always a commodity, and I am not living my life just to get rich. Money is money is money, and if you ever lived life without the spoils of riches, and have learnt to appreciate things then, how does one allow oneself to so be so seduced by material wealth, it becomes your drive for life?

Say the Age of Aquarius comes by and money is outlawed. Or the world suddenly holds a united Marxism belief. What do you do? What happens when your receipts don’t add up and you can’t return the friends you buy fr cash? What happens when your lipo goes wrong and you become uglier than your principles….how would YOU see life? WHAT HAPPENS WHEN MONEY STOPS MAKING YOU HAPPY?

That conversation left me disappointed with many things, at that moment, her. And as the days passed, I realise she wasn’t the only one drawn to this free-sex, out-to-be-seen, loved-by-the-masses, run-for-riches race. Many people I know have.

And what’s worse, I find myself struggling in the same trap.

In an effort to justify myself tho….let me say this. I still dream. And maybe I might not realize many of them. But at least when my body do return to soil, I know I lived my life for something tangible. Money runs out, dreams live forever. People remember Martin Luther King…no one remembers the richest man or lady in his neighbourhood though. Get me?

With that said, I wish these people well, looking for their elixir of youth and that jackpot lottery combinations. I’ll live as an immortal with my belief.

In fact, I never said my dreams didn’t involve making some millions.

Go ponder.

Lessons. Enlightenment. Faith. Lifestyle. Hurt. Selfish. Guilt. Regrets. Repercussions. Apologies. Fix. Attempt. Change. Grow. Repent. Forgive. Self. Kharma. Quit. End. Trix. Relive. Vix. New. Now. Tomorrow. Solo. Reflect. Rebalance. Betterment. Better Man.Breathe.

name me numbers, a statical figure.
measure my emotions, wires gently trickle my triggers.
my name capsules the elephant god,
the moon, that’s what i grew up upon.

and by the pond, you see our reflection,
and by our song, you know we’re beyond little humans.
just human? by every light, we’re those children.

genre a generation, x t or c,
remember us, when there’s no left of we,
no left no right no land no sea,
praying science would replenish an empty belief.

and by the pond, you see our reflection,
and by our song, you know we’re beyond tiny humans.
just human? by every light, we’re still children.
your children, mine, ours in wombs,
children to remember and honour our forgotten tombs.