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Even nice guys deserve a break sometimes

Isn’t that true?

Nice guys do deserve a break sometimes. Too often have we neglected the nice guys/girls around us. The ones who’re there when we needed a shoulder to cry on, when we needed a comforting voice, or just a comforting presence. Too often have we not appreciated the efforts of those around us who’ve helped tide us through times of difficulties.

Maybe its the music, maybe its just me, but hey everybody has his personal mountain to conquer, even nice guys. Don’t expect them to be there for you 24/7. If they are, appreciate them. A simple thank you would suffice, really.

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

New desktop photo

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Wishlist as of 270806

1. http://www.newurbanmale.com/shopping/product_info.php?cPath=112_63_64_71&products_id=1253 Black Havaianas Slippers – $49.90
2. http://www.newurbanmale.com/shopping/product_info.php?cPath=112_28_37&products_id=942 Tee from NUM – $42.90
3. New pair of puma sneakers $89
4. Levis jeans (I have no idea what model it is, or how much it costs. I’ll see.)
5. Iron cobra double pedals ($480)
6. 10″ hh splash ($120)
7. 14″ hh dark crash ($270)
8. New aquarian heads all round (much $)

Of 21km runs and redundant questions

So I just finished running my AHM 21km (competitive ok, mai sng sng hor). It was a very enlightening experience, and by enlightening, I actually meant painful. But hey, that’s besides the point isn’t it?

It was a painful experience, but its an experience that I’ll not regret, nor forget.

Now onto redundant questions. You know what pisses me off? (Apart from people who blog and start a sentence with ‘You know…’) Idiots asking his/her friend at AHM, “Eh hello Ah Beng, what’re you doing here?”

“Wah I came here to cook and surf porn loh.”

And, “Wah Ah Beng, which unit you in ah?”

-points to singlet displaying unit logo- “This one loh.”

Why are people so stupid at times. Sigh.

On a side note, I got myself a pair of 13″ zildjian newbeats. Those suckers are amazingly crisp and articulate. I love them to bits.

Unleash the cam whore within

Since I’m kinda bored, I’ll unleash the camwhore within and post photos!

Me and Charlotte	Me and Peh after mambo
Peh, rhythm guitars and vocals	asdf

Oi!

Ok so it’s 0747 now and I just got back from a night of clubbing at Zouk with Peh, Joseph aka Peh’s friend, Claudia, Peixuan, Shabbir (With his l33t Tuscani) and Charlotte. It was fun, until I swallowed my share of Hot and Sticky, and felt the world turn into a nice shade of blur around me. I was about to plunge happily into that facade of joy, until I realised that Claudia, Charlotte and Peh were all gone, leaving me and Joseph to be happy Fathers/Mother(fuckers).

Well, I won’t dwell on what happened, but I’d admit it was a really fun night. It’s been quite sometime since I got together with Shabbir to party, and party we did last night (or was it this morning..)! Muchos gracious to that ol’ swine for ferrying Peixuan and Claudia back, helping us take care of them and being a nice guy last night. Brownie points for you dude.

And Peh and Joseph, we should club more together, but Joseph, please train Peh more in the Ways of Drinking and make sure he doesn’t concuss after like, that little alcohol please.

On a side note, I saw someone that I didn’t wanna see at Zouk last night. I wonder if it was the alcohol or just me, but I felt like giving that someone a really nice punch in his/her face.

Or would that have been too violent?

Drunk drivers and b.n.j’s

We threw up a lot of wierd names for the band yesterday, and here’s a few just to show you how wierd they are. incognito, reconnaissance, drunk drivers. Haha. Any suggestions? If you think you have a queer name for our band, leave it in the comments and I’ll give you a lot of love.

Me and Ivan’s timing are almost impeccable, and I feel that both of our playing styles are in sync. Peh’s singing has improved tremendously too. Princess Xiao Hiao’s doing well on the bass too, but she needs bigger hands. I think she should try to water her hands more and expose it to more sunlight. The Ben and Jerry’s gig’s most probably a wrap. At the rate we’re going, we should be ready to move onto originals and rearranged covers.

My 13″ Zildjian new beat hihats are coming in next saturday, whereas my 14″ Paiste soundformulas have been sold off for SGD$270. New hats, new sound. Photos will be posted when I get the hats.

This is not a cry for help. This is just my inner demon speaking.

Good Lord, where are You?
If You really do exist,
why don’t You come out of hiding and
do something about this creature in distress?
The prophets have declared Your mercy.
You do reign over our world, they say
You do show concern
for the poor clods of this earth.
Good Lord, prove it!
Look down from wherever You are
on Your creatures wallowing in wretchedness.
Deliver us, O God, set us free!

For your years have no end,
nor do the destinies of those who trust in You

Of piercings and epidermal inking

I was rudely awakened this morning by a small, grey furry dog who decided that it would be warmer under my blanket, and more comfortable sleeping on my pillow. Thus, I abdicted and decided to do a little research on tattoos.

After talking to the few people around me who’re kinda more supportive and interested in tattoos, piercings the works, I decided that I’d probably get one after I ORD.

While searching for “Sanskrit Tattoos”, I chanced upon a particular page, and this particular paragraph left a distasteful aftertaste in the back of my throat. Here’s a little extract

“Any kind of body piercing, marking, or tattooing is connected to spirit control. The evil spirit many not control the life at the beginning of the involvement with this world, but will certainly seek to do so eventually. Visit a few tattoo shops and witness about the Lord Jesus. You will quickly find that a large number of them are into heathen religions of Native Indians, Hindus, etc. You absolutely cannot separate this sub-culture from evil spirits and heathen religions. When you adopt their culture, you accept the spirit that birthed that culture.”

I’m not trying to be rebellious, or sound like the usual band-wagon hopping, church hating kind of person, but yes, personally I felt insulted. “Any kind of body piercing, marking, or tattooing is connected to spirit control.” Well I apologise for sounding like a moron, but how can body piercing, marking or tattooing be connected to spirit control? Doesn’t that mean that the millions of women around the world who pierced their ears are under the control of some malicious spirit? Or the initiation ritual of the Marine Reconnaissance Unit of branding the words “USMC” with a red hot poker? Does it mean that the Marines are under some form of freaky spirit control? How about the millions of teenagers who’ve tattoos on them? Are they going to hell because of it.

I’m wondering what the fallout’ll be when I get my tattoo/s done. I’ll probably be labelled as a “rebel”, someone who walked down the wrong path, or probably a deviant. Ah well, that ought to be fun, seeing their responses.

Paper tigers in the woods

Words from the mouths of babes, “<insert certain military rank comprising of 3 downward arrows> all really knn paper tigers nia.”

Every year, the Singapore Armed Forces churns out thousands of specialists and officers from their respective Command Institutes, namely SISPEC (School of Infantry Specialists) and OCS (Ossifer Cadet School). Concurrently, the SAF churns out tenfold the amount of Men from the various vocations – Infantry, Guards, Engineers, Artillery, Armour etc etc.

Now, in my unit, the specialists outnumber the men probably 1.5:1, whereas the men are on par with the ossifers. That’s the only constant. In my unit, the specialists are paper tigers, and some (be glad I didn’t say all) the ossifers are really just there because they got lucky and commissioned.

However, the men went through their Trade Course, got posted into their individual batteries and started learning their respective roles. Right. From. The. Beginning.

Now this post may seem like a rant with no foundation, and I’d agree, it probably is. But pray, dear reader, tell me the logic behind the fact that ossifers are treated like demi-Gods (not Gods, because they’re still worthless NSFs), where individual battery rules do not apply to them? Why are the ossifers running around doing nothing, acting as though they know everything, ultimately trying to claim credit for everything? Why are they given the priviledge to hide in the Ossifers’ Mess when Provost’s raiding the bunks of men and specialists? Did the president of the Republic of Singapore give them a “Get everything you want free” card when they commissioned? Does having one black bar give you the right to treat everything below you like dogs?

Remember, rank applies when we’re in uniform, holding onto our green 11Bs, in camp. When we’ve got our pink ICs, we come under the jurisdiction of the Singapore Police Force. When we’re not in camp, we don’t respect the man. We only respect the rank. When we’re not holding onto our 11Bs, when we’re not wearing size M Hock Sing uniforms, when we fail to see the black bar on said-ossifer’s shoulder epulet, said-ossifer better not pull attitude, or said-ossifer will find himself at the receiving end of something blunt and heavy.

I love the Singapore Idles

So another episode of Singapore Idol just passed, and once again, I felt the compulsive urge to pull out every single strand of my hair, smother myself, and just throw a chair into the television. Oh, not to forget, while screaming “THAT’S NOT ROCK YOU FUCKING MORON.”

Good Charlotte isn’t rock. A Shrek OST is definitely not rock. Downtuning a song to match your (lack of) vocal quality does not equate to being a great singer. Being able to dance, look (act) cute, and make a jack ass out of yourself in national TV does not make you the next Singapore Idle.

Singapore Idle isn’t a competition of looks. It’s a fucking singing competition. Kwai-lo wannabes and underaged cutesy-looking fellows who can’t sing for nuts shouldn’t have even been allowed on stage, much less voted over those who actually posess the vocal qualities.

Good lord Singapore. Wake up and dig your ears, cuz’ its time to listen closely and find out (rudely, maybe) that your “favourite” contestants can’t really sing at all.