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2010-03-22T18:58:00.002+08:00

Dudes & Dudettes

Hello! To whoever actually follows this blog of mine. It's March 22 2010 and I just got food-raped.

That's right. Food-raped.

"WTF?!?!?!? Food raped?? WTF is that?" you may ask. I shall try my best to elaborate what that peculiar term means.

It simply means being forced copious amounts of food all at once without the chance to take a breather....imagine eating racks of different types of meat all at once. All these great hunks of perfectly charred & salted roasts being cut up and served on your plate by smiling waiters. All that is accompanied with free flow of pasta, salads, ice cream.

A dream, you might say.

I say.......FUCK!!!

"WTF??!?!?! Then just tell them you don't want, lah."

Well.....being a sucker for good roasts of meat of all sorts, telling me to say no to such succulent cuts would be sacrilegious! Absurd! Dumb?

That's why I was food raped. Hah.

For adventurers of that sort, here's the link to the site:

http://www.hungrygowhere.com/singapore/fiesta_brasilia/

Hell yeah!

2010-03-16T00:06:00.002+08:00

Dudes & Dudettes,

Before I start, here's a link of something somewhat interesting:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTy_Ofs5Ak4

Honestly....what kind of songs are created that invoke a mixed bag of feelings all at once....well, that's for me that is.

Anyway....I'm fucking stoked today.

Why?

It all started with a 1 hour jam. The equipment's crap, I was late and the jam studio's toilet smelled sort of funky. But damnit, that was one of the sweetest reprieves of the week. It's weird, judging that the jam was only about an hour. And it's just 4 people in a room making 'noise', as dubbed by the inexperienced and ignorant.

But damn.....that 1 hour felt as good as scratching your nether regions in public. I was damn relieved that the dude I found on a forum was good........he doesn't reach my expectations in terms of vocal precision but he does put in the effort. And unlike countless other musicians, he's honest of what he's capable of. I've definetly seem and jammed with better people but this is Singapore. We're not world renowned for our opera singers/excellent video games/country policies.

We're renowned for our efficiency at work.

No play.

There's something to think about, dudes and dudettes.

Haw haw haw

2010-03-15T16:54:00.002+08:00

Dudes & Dudettes,

I tell myself this everytime I visit this decrepit waste of bandwidth I call my blog; update this.

But due to foreseeable consequences, I've decided to stop for a while (some may say totally stop bot who really gives a damn?) whilst I tend to other potentially greener pastures. Namely my studies.

Well......to the people that are still so patiently reading this wasteland, congrats. I'm back!

Again!

2009-08-02T15:56:00.000+08:00

Dudes & Dudettes

Honestly......why the hell I'm still doing here? The Internet is a vile place where paedophiles & sodomites gather and discuss new ways to plug holes! Where nerds with zero social etiquette talk about ROFLMAOs and Pedo Bears! Where scams about free online gaming and poker take place!

But enough about that. I'm here updating this rather mouldy soapbox of mine with a new topic to talk about.

That subject is.............fines.

I'm sure that anyone Singaporean will tell you that Singapore is a 'fine' place to live in.

Listen carefully as I elaborate the word 'fine'.

There. Your key word to today's topic.

What's your take on fines? And the people that deal out these fines?

There. My shortest post ever!

Hmm......

2009-06-17T14:32:00.002+08:00

Dudes & Dudettes

Here's another post on my virtual soapbox.

This is one post where I won't mince my words. Because I know for certain that this particular individual I'll be talking about won't find this obscure blog of mine in a million years or two.

And I also know that he doesn't read blogs at all so that works in my favour.

Anyway, for that handful of readers that read this web page either weekly or daily(sometimes monthly), I'm pretty sure you know my personality in class; Quiet, non-confrontational, and pragmatic. Which I hope to keep it that way for a very long time.

But sometimes, certain unforeseen circumstances force me to take drastic measures & actions that require for me to act "out of character". Two of these characteristics that not many people see me as is me being competitive and me having a short fuse on random acts of hate.

You don't like me? Tell it to my face, I won't bite.

You have a problem at or with home/girls/money/boys/gender confusion? I don't want to listen to it unless you want to tell me.

You want a shoulder to cry on? I'll oblige, no sweat.

But instigate me without warning? Annoy me on purpose?

Fuck no.

So if you, Mr Colin Kok, want to play that game with me.........by all means, bring the shit on.

You threw that gauntlet down and I'll gladly accept it.

Just don't make things too easy for me, alright?

!@#$%

2009-06-08T20:04:00.002+08:00

Dudes & Dudettes

They say asserting your authority by force is the best way to get something from Point A to B.

Or to get fit.

Or to get things your way.

I strongly disagree with that way of thinking. I mean.........do we have the brains of Neanderthals to use physical violence for solving every issue? Seriously, I swear that all young people below my age have that Caveman mentality. It's most severe case involves those dudes/dudettes loitering on the void deck, smoking their fags and making a fool of themselves.

I hate to sound cliche, but young people nowadays are a disgrace.

On another subject, isn't corn fascinating? No matter what form you consume it, be it in solid form, liquid or semi liquid, it will still come up in your.........doodoo as a whole kernel.

Don't ask me how I knew it, just try it!

Just to finish off this post, here's an interesting metaphor to whet your brain juices; If youth be like the gentle & brief breeze of summer, then the middle age years of thy life be the frantic storms of winter.......

Or something like that.

Har har?

2009-06-04T18:28:00.002+08:00

Dudes & Dudettes

When I started this blog I didn't want this to be like all the other blogs floating around cyberspace. If you do (and I know for certain that it's a common trait) blogging, you'll notice that all blogs talk about one thing only; events that happened to the person's day.

Honestly, I think it's stupid.

But that's for another post. The main topic I want to elaborate on is about speaking your mind.

Due to some unforeseen transactions that fell yesterday around 1600 hrs, I had an epiphany of sorts. But because of the aftermath of that incident, I only remembered that particular idea today.

What idea? You may ask.

If you ever pay attention to Singaporean mannerisms, you'll notice that we're a soft spoken bunch. Despite the arrogant/emotionally confused/just confused individuals that perpetuates our society, they will still keep mum on certain "taboo" subjects when someone quips in.

And the suprising part of this is it's happening to both the old & young generation!

Now I can bet some of you will say: Then you? You also Singaporean what. You so hao lian can swan us like free is it?

To be honest, yes.

Ever since I came out of my Mother's womb on the 2nd of June 1990 at around 1300 hours, I always held high regard for people that can speak their minds, despite the setbacks faced in different forms.

They had true courage.

Pride.

Balls.

And these can either be taught to you.

Or you can be born with it.

Me? I had to learn it the hard way in Primary School. In my school, it's either you're a Gangster, Nerd, Jock or a Joker.

I chose the Speaker. I spoke whatever the hell was on my mind, even though I stepped on people's toes on the way. Of course, I burned bridges along the way but what can you expect from an adolescent child? If you were a douche, I'd say you were a jackass.

Not happy about it? Tell it to me to my face. We'll settle our differences, if you want.

So to whoever reads this "random" post, do remember to speak your mind.

And to flip off whoever tells you you can't.

AGAIN!

2009-06-01T21:23:00.002+08:00

Dudes & Dudettes

It's been ages. No. Eons. That I've updated this crappy thing I call my "Mouthpiece of Opinions & Rants".

A.K.A my blog.

Well.........I was gonna continue with my rant on Left 4 Dead in relation to my previous post but this time I won't. Mainly because I don't want to paint myself as a gaming rat that observes minute details in the framework of a game.

Rather, I'll wax lyrical about something that has a personal place in my heart. That place where pink ponies and baby chicks frolic in the green meadows of eternal ennui & bliss. That place where the skies are always blue and you don't ever have to work to earn money. The place where-

Okay, I'd better stop.

Right. So that thing I wanted to talk about is.........Boy Schools!

Yup yup. The infamous and sometimes dreaded name when it came to sports, academic, and sometimes eye brow raising results. Just for some general info for those uninformed, Boy Schools all around Singapore are well known for their sports, not very well known for their academic results and are notorious for their fights and their tendency for same sex attraction.

I've written this post to debunk this.

No, not all sport are our expertise.

No, not all our academic results are perfect As.

And no, not all of us are born Casanovas/Kumars or Ah Bengs/Mats/Tamil Tigers

Like me for instance. I can say my grades were good, English, DNT and EOA being my expertise.

But my sports were rubbish. Sure I could do about 60 push-ups and still run 3 rounds around the track back in sec 3 or 4 but that was chicken shit compared to others that could do more!

And for your info, I'm not an Ah Beng/Mat/Tamil Tiger AND I had to learn the hard way on how to attract the opposite sex.

BUT, Dudes & Dudettes, there is one thing that is so, so true when it comes to us.

And that is........Chinese being our crux!

I can take huge pride that I can talk better than most of my old friends when it comes to Chinese. Sure, some of them passed their N' levels luckily. Some even have the gall to tell me that I'm weak.

But, and this is where I laugh the hardest, throw them into a pure speaking Chinese environment and they'll flounder like prawns on a hot skillet.

It's revenge, Dudes & Dudettes, of the finest and highest degree!

Other things....

2009-03-22T23:52:00.002+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

Whoa.......was what Neo said when he learnt about the Matrix.

So did I.......when I wrote another consecutive post on this blog!

WOOT FOR THAT! HAHAHAHA! DRINKS!

Anyhoo, since I'm going to write about something, I might as well tell you guys about the game that has swept this island by storm. That game is Left 4 Dead.

For those of you who aren't that tech savvy or don't play games because of:

a) It being a waste of time
b) It being a waste of cash
c) Some other cock & bull story

Let me state it here that Left 4 Dead totally rocks! Anyone can play it!

And I mean anyone...........well, don't count paraplegics or brain dead people but any normal, interested-in-blowing-zombies-with-a-gun will dig this like an energetic hamster in a sawdust cage. Game beginners will dig this too because of the simple controls.

But of course, there are a few cruxes in a somewhat flawless game.

I mean, if you're going to play for the storyline, you are going to be rather disappointed as it's a typical zombie shoot'em up plot.No twists, turns or any other red herring in this game.

Another major crux for some would be that the game only offer 4 types of weapons; you start out with either a uzi or a pump action shotgun but more powerful weapons can be found in the game. Guns like a sniper rifle, an M16, a Binelli (not sure whether I got the spelling right) pump action shotgun that's faster and stronger than the normal one. Some might complain about the limited choices but you know, it's good enough.

And another thing that will definitely put off all players new and old to this genre; the limited amount of levels. There's only 4 levels with multi player having 2 maps.

Right now I can hear most of you saying WTF??? 4 LEVELS???? THIS GAME FRUCKING SUCKS!

But! Dudes and Dudettes, I shall not concur with your preconceived thought of more levels.

Why? Because of the Director.

Who's he?

Well he, or it, is a computer programme that is in the game. He will designate the zombie spawn points and the weapon drop points. So every time you play a new game on a different map, the zombies won't always appear at the same spot. Same goes for weapon and health droppoints.

Put things in a nutshll; Every new game is a new experience.

So in the end, only you and 4 others (or AI) blowing the grey matter out of the zombie scum that tries to bludgeon you to death with their own hands. Of course, this is not another typical shoot'em up game with zombies.

Nope. There are 4 special zombie types.

Yes, you heard me Dudes and Dudettes, 4 Zombie types you should be watchful of besides all the other Plain Jane/Average Joe zombies you'll be shooting.

All this...........I'll put up in another post.

.

Honestly.........

2009-03-22T00:24:00.002+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

Honestly, I treat this blog like an extension of my inner self. Meaning that I only update this place with when I feel like it, when I like it.

But enough about that. On to more random insights!

First rant; Facial Hair. What the hardy f**k.

You know, sometimes I'm happy that I have facial hair that I can "sculpt" whenever it's long enough for me to do. But most of the time it's just TOO tedious or painful to maintain.

For you guys (I don't know about the girls) who plan to follow this hirsute pursuit of manly facial hair that will make your friends swoon over in glory, here's a HUGE tip from someone that's doing it;

Be prepared for lots of pain!

Yes, you heard me, Dudes, pain!

Why pain? You may ask.

Well..............to put the science of our body in SIMPLE layman terms that everyone of different intelligent levels will understand, let's just say that not all facial hairs will grow into that perfect goatee/Van Dyke/5'o clock shadow/soul patch/chinaman form or shape. Reason being that our hair strands grow inconsistently with the rest of the "black meadow" that's on your face.

Don't ask me why further cause that's too far out even for me.

If you don't believe me, ask your dad/uncle/grandad/kopitiam towkay and look at their "black meadows". Most of them will have white patches if they didn't shave for, say, a duration of about 3 days? It's easy to spot it, trust me.

And this is where the PAIN comes in! For that, you'll have to ask your mother or any of your female friends for a pair of tweezers. Even I, the dude among the dudes, borrow my mom's tweezers once in awhile when I want to keep a bit of facial hair. You have, and this separates the pussies from the dudes, to pull out stray strands out of your face where your facial hair grows. I cannot give you a pic on how that will look like but imagine an open range if you will. Any stray cattle wandering from the "black pack"?

Pluck it. Simple and easy.

The others are rather simple. Just use a razor and some foam to shave it to your desired shape you want it to be.

That's how you get the facial fuzz of your dreams............10% of it that is. The 90% of it just boils down to your genes.

Eh. What the !@#$%!

Turns out I gave you dudes advice on how to shave instead of a rant session.................hmm.

Well...........the rest will be saved for another time.

For now.

Stuff..........yet again

2009-02-18T11:25:00.003+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

Another long overdue post, another rant/tale/story with a moral behind it.

Well......to start with the rant; What the hell is with bangs??????? It's almost like a frickin disease! One day your friend has what is seemingly normal hair, the next day it's bangs galore!!!!

What the hell is going on, Dudettes??? Not proud of the fact that your hair needs trimming????

The tale........will take a long time to tell. So......I shall save it for another post.

And the story with a moral behind it? There's only one tale with a very good morale behind it.

I'm sure you've heard of the saying of the futile attempt of crying over spilled milk/tea/coffee/any liquid that has been re-told countless times. It's true, and proven right.

To summarise it in a convenient nut shell, a friend of mine was lamenting over the sad fact that his above average results couldn't get him in to poly.

Frankly, I wouldn't give a flying fishball about his arduous task. But I shall remember him as a person who inspires me NOT to become like him.

Now before I go, I shall rant about one more thing; ACCOUNTING!!!!!!

It's truly, as what my old CA told me, a hardworking subject for you to learn. Effort and more effort is required for you to succeed in what is a sort of obsolete job to do.

That, Dudes and Dudettes, is the summary of things happening.

Update.......liao?

2009-02-10T09:16:00.002+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

Yeah......you read that right. I'm updating this dusty shelf of information I call my blog.

To start, I had a brilliant jam session last Sunday, 8th of February. Totally out-of-this-effing-world sort of jam session.

Why I say that?

Well, in order to understand, let me take you back to a time in my life where I was just starting to look for bands to either have a serious relationship or to just have a casual music making moment. That would be circa 2004, around the months of August & September. I was a freshman, so to speak, in the music world that is Singapore. I've learnt my stuff and I'm "pretty" confident of myself and my techniques.

So with all that, I do the normal thing that most budding instrumentalists start doing; look for bands.

Let's just say that with all my years looking for bands both serious and casual, I've seen mostly everything. From the amateur to the shred-your-face off type of people, I can pretty much say I've seen lots of players of different strengths & weaknesses.

And, for you guys that don't know about the scene, you sometimes get those people with either:

A) Really good skills but have a terrible attitude
B) Sucky wannabes who don't know their basic theory
C) Players with loads of gear on their guitar and effects rack but overuse them till it sounds like a car crash
D) Damn good players who meet up and have such a good jam that you'd soon find yourself trying to improve yourself to either match up to them or to have your own bragging rights

On Sunday, option D happened to me.

Of course, I was so happy that I nearly shat myself and nearly started moshing in the studio.

But that is a different story for a different post, dudes and dudettes.

Well, to summarise it in a huge nutshell, after being with sucky players and bands with no commitment, I think I've finally found the players that I think can further my abitions, yeah!

Summarize

2009-01-31T12:05:00.004+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

It's been some time since I've updated this place. So I'll try to keep up with the news.

Well.........CNY this year was good. But that was a lie. It's the same as most of the years with my cash earnings not exceeding 120.

But in the end, it's just another holiday. With more cash in my pockets.

Also, with the changing winds in Singapore, my health is rather severe. Coughs and colds and fevers wrecking me from day till night........rather unfortunate but can't be helped.

Coupled with the coming exams, I'm in a huge predicament.

But.........like all ex-students of SPS, I've handled worse.

And the way I see it, this is just a minor error in a large canvas which can be covered up.

Yeah.

Simplicity or Technicality?

2008-12-03T08:27:00.002+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

It's time for me to ask myself a question that's been faced by countless musicians both on an amateur level and on a professional level; SIMPLICITY OR TECHNICALITY??????

It's struck me as an idea to my songwriting that, as the famous Red Hot Chili Peppers axeman John Frustinate said, more is less.

Now would that make you think???

Or not?

Bloody Extra

2008-11-23T19:34:00.003+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

This time, my friends, I won't give you a brief intro or even an intro! This post is dedicated to one great f!@#er that pissed me off.

But then again, this little bastard has been pissing people off loads of times to different people in my class.

For reasons, I won't name him. But I guess you guys would know who he is. Yes, dudes and dudettes, it's that little bastard with the red bag.

For those of you who were with me during IAC last Thursday 21 november 2008. You guys should have known what happened.

Let me tell you. I'm a proud man.

I HATE to be humiliated by a KID.

And if I wanted a kid to teach me, I'll head over to the nearby kindergarden at Bedok, thank you very much.

So if you ever try to be funny with me again, I'll make you regret it.

I don't need to hit people to make them cry.

The Internet

2008-11-16T19:32:00.002+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

The Internet is mysterious, vast, and ever changing. It's magnificence is only paired with one dangerous factor that there might be someone else out there that can access your personal information with just a few clicks and beeps with god knows what.

With that in mind, what's stopping the user on the other side of the server from using that information for his or her own personal gain?

I know. I sound like I'm paranoid.

Perhaps I am? You see, I don't really get it why kids would just blatantly give access to certain *ahem* websites their credit card numbers and their IC Numbers. Perhaps it's in a moment of lust? Maybe it's for the thrill?

Perhaps it's because they think they have nothing to loose.

Well, the generation I grew up in taught me that giving up even my IC would mean possible repercussions either in the long run of events or a possible phone call from someone dubious. To put it nicely, I'm a bit of a typical Singaporean. I'm conservative but at the same time I'm greedy.

Conservative on my information and greedy to know what others are doing.

Isn't that what you, Dude/Dudette, are keen to know about?

DO NOT TAKE THIS CAB!

2008-11-02T16:43:00.003+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

I've always believed that the Singaporean Cab uncle is like the unspoken heroes of our country. They provide for us indispensable service in the forms of their metal machines that take us from point A to B in a short time. They're mostly English educated, sometimes chatty, and are probably as old as your parents.

But, like the occasional bruised apple in the isle we call life, there's usually the bad one that ruins the image of the Cab Driver.

It started out late in the afternoon. Around 1715 hours today. I was out with my mom, sis and bro. We took a cab from Vivo City to our house at Toa Payoh.

Now, the usual instructions that I tell the cab uncle/auntie would be to go by the highway and exit by Molmien(is that how it's spelt?) at the CDC. Most of them would know how to go so I assumed they know the best. What followed next was like a blatant slap to my face.

I informed the uncle, well before the turning point 2 times to exit by Molmien. I thought he heard me because he signalled to go left on the highway.

Instead, he just drove onwards towards Braddel.

What. The. Hell??????

Knowing the outspoken brother I had, he told me he'll do something to the cab driver.

Well........as long as it doesn't involve him stabbing the guy I'm fine!

Anyway, after the guy drove to my house, my brother told my mom straight to her face; Don't pay him. He then turned to the cab driver and said: "Excuse me but my brother told you to exit by molmien and you didn't listen. Why should we pay you?" He then said stuff about not knowing that I informed him about turning.

The hell was that about???? The cab is small, my voice is clear and articulate, and aren't all drivers referred to as "uncle" or "auntie"?

I mean, we are putting our lives in the hands of these people???? Makes me wonder about how low the standards have dropped. I mean, just because you're old doesn't mean that all old people's hearing is whacked? It's just irresponsible, I think, for cab drivers like that man to be driving passengers to and fro and not pay attention to the information that the passengers relay to him. It just shows that even though you're older than me and have a license for a cab doesn't make you safe to fetch people around.

By the way, the cab's a SMRT model. Car plate no. SHB5898M.

Thanks, Dudes and Dudettes, for this time.

Allow me to be frank.

2008-11-01T22:21:00.002+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

I'll try.

Yes, you heard me. I'll try to update my blog nowadays. Since a certain "someone" told me that my blog was gathering dust like dust bunnies gather beneath your bed.

Well........let me be frank. I don't see the need to write personal stuff on my blog. I don't see the need to write on what I ate today, who I met today, etc etc etc. You get the idea.

Then why do you get a blog? You may ask.

The reason; I don't treat this like my diary.

I treat this like a digital signboard to vandalize.

ON TO THE TOPIC THEN!

Now, a lot of people have told me that I'm quite blunt. For you simpletons out there, it means I'm straight-to-the-point. No sugar coating my words.

In. Your. Face. Straight up.

People have labeled me as rude......but I frankly don't give a flying fishcake. Think about it this way; if you had to sugarcoat all your words all the time won't that make you sort of insincere? I mean, for me, I believe the truth is much better than telling a lie that will be eventually be found out sooner or later.

I mean, c'mon, I'm doing that someone that favour.

But I don't want to be labelled a hypocrite. I do sometimes sugar-coat my words on certain people to make them happy. It's inevitable, but we do it once in awhile for our own reasons.

All I'm saying is that you should know when to say the truth and to know when to say a white lie.

Is that so hard to do?

Dudes and Dudettes?

Loss of interest

2008-10-31T06:33:00.002+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

Let me put to you a situation that's common in my circle of interests.

No, let me rephrase that. Let me put to you a situation that's common in YOUR circles of interests; you play something you like for a long time. Say, about 6 to 7 years. You know you're good, so by "self-advertising" your interests to others, they find out about your value and want you to help them achieve their own goals. So in order to give them that sense of satisfaction, you join their little "projects", hoping that one of these projects will give you that shimmer of hope that is a shot of glory.

Well, I'm in most of these projects and I'm beginning to reconsider my options.

Now a lot of people will tell me this. Where got???? You suck in your craft!!!! But those people that tell me that I suck in my craft don't even do what I do so I'm not affected by their bull.

But what ticks me off is when my other members don't co-operate with basic things. I mean, when I go for a performance I usually give my 110% most of the time with no hiccups. But usually that comes with a lot of training so I can't say so much about it. But if you have been practicing for a long time with your group and on that day you make such an obvious hiccup in the show, what can you do?

Just continue, I guess.

But the main thing of this post is this; is it worth it? When I mean "is it worth it", I meant "is it worth it continuing this project?" All the projects that I've been with didn't pique my interests at all. Sure, there have been times that, I admit, might have sparked my curiosity of wondering whether this could be something.

But that was 4 years ago.

Now that I'm more mature and less naive, I'm beginning to think about this carefully and slowly.

I leave you now, Dudes and Dudettes, with a analogy; If you're bored of walking but is forced to continue, what do you do?

May you rest in peace, Mr Joshua Benjamin Jeyaretnam

2008-10-02T10:29:00.003+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

A few days ago, Singapore lost one of his finest men in politics. This man, dudes and dudettes, is Mr Joshua Benjamin Jeyaretnam, former leader of the Worker's Party of Singapore.

On a more humorous note, his life story kind of reminds me of a action movie. He was a man that tried to oppose the power (that I shall not name here) and perished in the process. Not to make things sound like fluff and immateralistic but that was what his life was roughly about.

Now, I'm a person with sort of liberal views on anything under the sun. From the China food scare to even the big financial crisis that occured awhile back. And I believe that with the final nail in the country's coffin in the form of Mr Jeyaretnam, this whole place as I view it is gone.

Figuratively, of course.

New DP portrait

2008-09-24T02:30:00.004+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

HERE IT IS (Drum Roll)

Now isn't that one rugged looker? With not so good hair?

But no worries! The next hair cut will be good!

Sumpah!

Gigs!!!!!!!

2008-09-24T02:24:00.002+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes

My band has this gig at Ben & Jerry's on the 6th of Oct. It's not really a gig. More like an audition. Cause if we're selected, we get to perform there at least once a week every week!

And you know what that means......

Ice cream......what were you guys thinking? ;p

There's also another gig happening at ITE College East on the 26th of Oct too! Come on down if you guys feel like suporting local talent!

Who knows? We might even be the next Electrico?

Update!

2008-09-24T02:12:00.004+08:00

Dudes and Dudettes!

After so long in cyber hibernation, my the frost surrounding my blog has MELTED!!!!!

By abit.

But no worries, I'll try to get things sorted out so that you guys can enjoy reading this amazing blog put together by yours truly!

So to start, here are some pics in random order:

A band photo......seriously talented photographer

Another nice one......

That's about it so far.............more to come soon

Real Music?

2008-03-01T21:11:00.002+08:00

It has shocked me. It has shocked my peers. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have begun to listening to stuff outside Metal.

Yes. You heard it right.

But don't fret, cause I'm still into Metal. I just listen to abit of Alt stuff once in awhile, just to keep the monotomy of music churnning.

It keeps things interesting, I guess.

Pissed and Fustrated

2008-03-01T21:05:00.002+08:00

Sometimes I wonder how much I can tolerate.....it has been mentioned that keeping your feelings in for long periods of time makes it unhealthy for you.

I think weather I should keep in my feelings for a certain individual remains to be seen. For easier referring, I'll call this person "S". S, as some of you know, tends to take jokes too far. It might be me being uptight, or maybe I'm just too patient, but sometimes I just wonder how long will I tolerate this crap till something happens.

What do you think?

New Gear!!!!!!!!!

2008-03-01T00:01:00.002+08:00

Just got this sweet guitar from Davis. Awesome shape.......though the same can't really be said about the sound!!!!!!!!!

But the main reason I bought this guitar was to prove to other guitarists that the gear dosen't matter, only the player!!!!!!!!!! It may be just me, but don't you find it annoying when some wank just buys a great guitar and just plays it as if it were made of shit? Damn does it pisses me off!!!!

Anyway, here's a pic of my guitar. Drool or not, that's entirely up to you........

Finally back..........for now?

2008-02-29T23:58:00.002+08:00

Yeah...........finally back to write crap on this crappy blog. Nothing much to say here but......I'm back infidels!!!!!!!

Just to start off, for those that don't enjoy reading blogs without pics, TOO BAD FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!

HAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Biggest Shock!!!

2007-07-31T23:09:00.001+08:00

I rarely get suprised.

That said, things hardly shock or suprise me alot. Someone once told me that nothing suprises me anymore. Maybe to that extent that's true....

But there was something today that gave me quite a polite shock.I just found out today that my band, AMN(short for A Moment's Notice), has it's very own blog that's being updated by my drummer!!! I didn't expect such a low profile band to even own a blog...

But you know how easy it is to set up a blog.

Isn't it?

Powerful Emotions

2007-07-29T21:03:00.000+08:00

Boys usually don't cry. At least, not in front of their peers. It's weird, I'll admit, but society doesn't picture the manly man sobbing over trivial subjects.

But honestly, what draws the line of holding your emotions in to letting it all go at once? I mean, there are occasions that require tactful use of our tear ducts but is it proper for certain things? I had a friend that was crying over a bruise....during my primary school days that is.

But there was one incident that cracked my invisible wall that held my emotions in. It happened only last week when I found out the death of a close one. I won't mention his name, but he was a great person.

He was a local priest from a local church around Serangoon Garden. Most of you should know where it is. He baptized me when I was an infant, making me sort of close to him in a way. He was a quiet, fatherly type of priest. That kind of priest that made you think of your grandfather. He held great Homilys and Masses. He was the reason why I started going to that church in the first place.

After moving from my old house to another place, I fell out of contact with that church, and eventually that fatherly priest I've described. The last time I saw him was 2 years ago, Circa July. He was sitting in his quarters, smoking a cigar with his large fingers and those same kind eyes that looked into mine years ago. He asked me in a thick German accent how was my studies going, weather I was doing alright and weather I considered joining the "Brotherhood".

I can't write anymore about this post as I can't seem to gather my thoughts into one coherent passage.

Perhaps another time?

Turmoil

2007-07-26T22:00:00.000+08:00

Someone told me that I hardly update my blog. Which made me think of a particlar habit most teens do; impulsive spending/buying/speaking.......it pratically streches about 2 pages long...

Why, oh why, do teens enjoy doing things on impulse? Is there something in their heads that commands them to do things without thinking? Is there some external alien outside our anatomy that controls our motor mouth that talks? That eats?

It might just be me being agitated, but don't you think it's totally true?

It's over.........for good?

2007-07-14T22:10:00.000+08:00

The job's over.......and the feeling's in a mixed bag!

To think that when I first started this job folding clothes I had the thought of just finishing the job with no fuss at all. Now, after thinking through the experiences that I've been through, I have begun to sort of develop a sense of kinship between my colleagues. It's kinda weird, considering the cold walls that have been set up since the first day of work.

But to be brutally frank, the times and moments are great. I'll never admit it out loud, but the memories during my stint at that clothes store would remain somewhere in the back of my mind, in reserve for something interesting.

For example, water-cooler topics.

Till my next post.

The ice is broken...

2007-06-13T11:22:00.000+08:00

After a quiet 4 days of my job, the tension and the invisible wall that I like to call the "tension wall", is finally cracked.

Now, things are great with my colleagues. Almost, actually. Things haven't been properly established between me and the rest of the staff. I can understand the situation. I'm new, inexperienced, and totally bored from this job.

Wish me luck.....

Work Commences...

2007-06-09T10:31:00.000+08:00

When I found out that I would be stuck in my house for a month doing nothing for the holidays, it became clear to me that I needed a part-time job.

So after searching high and low for jobs, I landed myself a job at Takashimaya selling clothes. The pay's a nice figure, and the workplace is near my house. But the hours are totally whack! 9.30am to 10.30pm at night???

But I keep telling myself; imagine that fat cheque in your bank account at the end of your contract. I can do alot of things with that amount of money...

The bonus is that the atmosphere at the shop is nice; punk and grunge coming out of the sound systems. The staff there are around my age too.

That's a BIG bonus.

The only truly lousy part of this experience is that I can't claim overtime.

Only hours.

Guess that's my sliver lining in a bleak black cloud...

A Twist in the Situation

2007-05-30T23:07:00.000+08:00

The day's been great so far....getting great scores for my tests and doing bullshit that I haven't been doing for some time.....say doing really nerdy stuff.

Reading would be one of them.

The thing is this; "reading is a dying hobby". As quoted from an old teacher, whom I've not really kept in touch with. It's quite sad, and pitiful, that most youths nowadays don't read as passionately as the youth of the older generation.

And the irony of it is that most of them are scoring As in their school tests.

Afew days ago, I've come to a startling realisation that most of my classmates never pick up a book, albeit pick up anything paper-related, to read. I won't mention names, but afew of them gave me a weird look when I told them that I read.

The faces and looks that they gave me could maim miles away.

And there is another thing that has been bugging me consistantly. Why, of all things unholy, do good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good people? People that put in effort get only mediocre results while slackers score while not even lifting a finger!

Makes you wounder huh?

The days ahead...

2007-05-24T14:09:00.000+08:00

The exams are finally getting through me. And the irony is that I tell everyone to chill and relax.

Sometimes I wounder whether I take myself too seriously. A person once told me that I was too highly strung.

Me? Highly strung? Kan Cheong???

I laughed it off. Sometimes, you musn't take things to heart...most of the time.

2 more weeks before my jam session....practice until then!!!

Stressful days ahead...

2007-05-02T19:53:00.000+08:00

My first blog entry ever since I've stopped using my old blog at Friendster....

It's been a normal day. Nothing stressful, tiring, or mentally taxing as well. That was until one of my lecturers mentioned, no reminded, us that our mock tests are due next week...

It seems that if there is a greater force out there, it must like brining the magnify glass closer to the trail of ants known as the human race.