Band of brothers

We few,
We happy few,
We band of brothers.

For he today who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.

Of honouring one’s word

Call it being a victim of circumstances, but I seriously doubt that it’s a good enough reason to pull out of any arrangement made with friends, family or anybody else. It doesn’t only ruin the plans made by others, but it also puts one into a particularly foul mood, with feelings of annoyance awash.

SCV

Touted as Singapore’s fastest broadband supplier when it first launched, SCV was supposed to bring Internet Surfing to a whole new level of dizzyingly fast speeds, blazing fast downloads and lagless online gaming. All was well in the beginning when it was still under trial, I clocked upload/download speeds of 500-600kbps, and that’s not BITS per second, that’s BYTES per second. And then they corporatized and launched the commercial version of SCV Maxonline with varying speeds. I signed up with Maxonline 3200, which was supposed to be more than enough for just normal internet surfing, blogging, and online gaming.

What I do not comprehend is why I’m facing frequent and consistent disconnects via the modem, each little tantrum lasting anything from 5 seconds to 5 hours. At the same time, if I’m lucky enough not to disconnect, I’ll clock 1500+ms latency (that’s a 1500 milisecond, 1.5 second LAG time) on an Australian server, while my peers on Singnet broadband are clocking 200-300+ ms.

Singapore’s broadband isn’t all that bad, just capped, restricted, buggy and laggy. But SCV really takes the cake this time around, because coupled with their really fucked up connection and speed, they’re got a bunch of fucked up customer service technicians who thought of me as a computer nub and tried to smoke me that it was probably my internet connection settings that was disconnecting the modem (read: shennanigans), then tried to smoke me that I probably spoilt my modem thus resulting in wonky connections.

Sigh excellent service and support SCV. I

Of looking backwards

More often than not, we tend to do things without thinking of the outcome, without thinking of the consequences and whether we were prepared to face up to the results of our actions. As such, we tend to look back and wonder what the outcome would have been if we’d taken a different approach, or wonder what possessed us to make such a move in the first place.

But I say, get something done and don’t look back. There’s not point regretting what you’ve done, there’s no way to undo what you’ve done except to move on and salvage whatever can be saved.

p/s: Eh all you naohiah kias consperm will think that I did something bad lor I tell you ok, NO I neh do anything naughty or bad fuck you all ok if you message me on msn or leave a comment like “ZOMG WHAT DID JOO DO” i swear I’ll bitch slap your balls so hard they’ll carrom into your anus and out of your throats. :@

I’ll be

It’s probably just the fact that I’m doing duty on a weekend for two consecutive days, or the fact that I’m on duty the day before Christmas that’s making me emo. Or it could be something else. Don’t know, don’t wanna know, don’t wish to find out either. To hell with the festive season, things don’t feel so fucking Chrismasy this year. There’s no festive cheer, no fucking anticipation, no eager waiting for Christmas to come. There’s nothing merry about christmas this year.

Shrugs. No updates for the next 2 days, and you probably won’t see me online because I’m in camp right now. Yeah, fuck this emotive bullshit phase nonsense.

Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I’ll be captivated,
I’ll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows
Of heartache that hang from above

I’ll be your crying shoulder, whoever you are.

Of WoW and aching knees/ankles

Ok so, I got my hands on a copy of WoW, and I’m sorry to say I’m hooked onto it. It’s damn addictive and in a way, entertaining and fun because I have absolutely nothing to do now that I’m clearing leave, save for mambo-ing, drinking, smoking and sleeping. Ah well, life’s such a mysetery at times.

One a more random note, I love the rainy weather. All you haters should just get soaked by the rain and struck by lightning! This is by far the best weather EVER. Alone in your room with nice music, a cup of hot coffee, a pack of nice ciggys and WoW (or whatever form of entertainment you choose) is the best thing to do on a rainy, stormy, thundery and cold day. Sigh if only the weather was like this daily.

Only problem I’m facing now’s the fact that my left kneecap and my left ankle, yes the ankle with the fucked up torn ligament in it, are hurting like two whiny bitches every night when the weather gets cold. I stand up after playing WoW, and my knee cap cracks and hurts like a bitch. I sit down after a while and bending down hurts too. I walk to to kitchen for a drink, or to the window for a smoke and my left ankle hurts. Goddamn PAIN is driving me insane mofuggers.

Aughh.

Good lord I’m ranting I don’t even know wtf I typed for the last 2-3 minutes AHAHAHA I FUCKING OWN.

/spit

/sleep

The joys of being a Singaporean

The joys of being a singaporean. First you are told not to complain that much simply because tourists from other countries would brand us a nation of people who love complaining. Now we’re given an outlet to literally, spam our complains.

Being the typical Singaporeans we are, we complain about every single motherfucking issue under the sun, ranging from how people jaywalk to how people study in libraries using chairs, even to how people can bring RC helicoptors on board MRTs.

Stomp.com.sg has quickly evolved into a place where the typical holier-than-thou person checks regularly to post scathing and “constructive” comments towards how we should or should not be doing things. For example, http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/viewPost323.aspx. I wonder how many times I’ve seen kids, adults and senior citizens alike, using the cushions at CCK library to sleep, running around the library, or sleeping at the table designated for reading. The fucking irony is that nobody actually bothered to complain about that, yet when students are studying, they bitch whine and moan. Eh wake up your idea lar.

At the same time, its for myopic and sexist clowns to post photos of commuters not giving up their seats to the “needy” on the MRTs. http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/viewPost660.aspx
This, for instance. Gallant men, give up your seats? How about, give up your seat to creature of the same gender, my fair lady seated on the left of the 3 gallant men. How’d you feel if you just had CCA training, or work, and you fall asleep on the train, only to have some trigger happy son (or daughter) of a bitch snap your photo and put it online for the world to condemn? Eh fuck lar, learn some common sense lar naohiah.

Wow this is the best of the best! http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/viewPost852.aspx Eh fuck you lar holier-than-thou non smokers. Just because the gahmen set up “smoking” and “non-smoking” zones in coffee shops and hawker centers, doesn’t mean that we can’t smoke anywhere we like ok. True, its against the law, but then let me introduce you to a new law ok? Do whatever the fuck you want, but don’t get caught. So let the man enjoy his cigerette in peace and go take photos of your own hairy ass crack or whatever pleases you ok. By exclaiming loudly when the smoker spat on the ground, our wonderful Singaporean only demonstrated how much of a coward she is, by failing to confront the smoker about his allegedly disgusting act. If you “exclaimed” loudly when I spat on the ground, I’d probably turn around and ask you, “Want a closer look?” before spitting into your face.

The absolute joys of being a Singaporean. I’m just waiting for the day to come when some fucking free fuck decides to snap a photo of me in long 4 walking home with fuckers complaining about “WHY MY SON IN BMT MUST WEAR SMART 4 HE CAN WEAR LONG 4 NO NEED TO WEAR JOCKEY CAP HAIR CAN SO LONG ONE HUH?” nabei I tell you if limpeh kena that limpeh will buy 4D. 200 big 200 small. No need to wait sia. Sure strike 1st prize.

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When I was just a chao recruit,
I asked my sergeant, what will I be?
Will I be PC? Will I be 3SG?
Here’s what he said to me.

Lancheow you, recruit,
Whatever will be will be,
This is not your dad’s army,
So knock it down twenty

On a more serious note, Walas is amazing because the drummer is amazing. Why is he amazing? Because he’s fat and he lays down a fat solid groove, so there. So now I’m just waiting for the day they give me the green light to lay down fat funky grooves ala mini-solos in the middle of the song. Then I’ll be a sticky drummer. Get it? Stick? Sticky? Hah hah. I’m so fucking funny someone please give me a cookie (spelt MARLBORO for you noobs out there.)

On a even more serious note, I really don’t like it when people close to you do things behind your back. Don’t get me wrong, they’re not doing things to you behind your back, but planning things, doing things behind your back and hoping that you don’t find out for some wierd reason or another. It’s probably karma, seeing how the exact same situation played itself out back in 2004. Different parties, same situation. Same same but different.

Sometimes I wonder how I’m ever going to quit smoking if all I do when I’m down and emo is to face the window, pick up a stick and light up. In a twisted way, it actually makes me feel better knowing that I’m fucking my own lungs up. In a really morbid way, of course.

I’m probably ranting in this post, I can’t really see any semblence of a structure in my post, but hey who’s complaining, and most importantly, who’s blog is it anyway?

I really really have this thing against girls who live their sad little lives wishing and hoping to hook up with a rich guy who’ll (hopefully) shower her with lavish gifts and presents, cover her allowance when she goes shopping, and oh yes, fuck her brains out while he’s at it. I don’t know if its the cynical bastard in me or the middle-income-group-fella in me speaking, but I don’t only have a thing against girls (NO PUN INTENDED) who’s life ambitions are to become tai tais, but I really fucking detest and loathe them. I may put on this facade of false humour, false concern and fucking false everything else because I don’t see why I should be a mean fucker just because her twisted thinking’s way different from mine, but don’t take me at face value – I really, really cannot stand it. I’m sorry, let me rephrase that, I think it’s morally fucked up to have that kind of thinking, and its plain superficial and shallow. It reflects on how “intellectual” you are.

Sometimes I wonder if they’re just trying to prove a point, like I’m a female I lack a male reproductive organ, thus I can use my sexuality to hook guys who’re rich but can’t land a proper chick, get fucked by them, fake an orgasm, and then drain them off their money.

Wake up.

Of emo songs

I happened to chance upon a very unsavoury cd lying around on my desktop, so I took it and ripped it into mp3 format. And now, for some wierd reason that I can’t comprehend, it’s in a playlist on BOTH my ipod and my laptop.

For somereason, rock and metal makes me want to head bang, rock and top40s are my forte behind the kit, yet its chinese POP and english POP songs that I dig sometimes when I’m listening to my ipod on a long bus/train ride, or just in bunk listening to music before I fall asleep. For some odd reason, I get bored of blazing fast speed metal, and I get sick of death metal after like 10 songs, yet I can listen to chinese/english pop over and over again.

Wierd.

窗外细雨绵绵
你捧着我的脸
轻轻说了再见
你说我不可以掉眼泪
你要记住我最美的笑脸
但我却在你转身的瞬间
看见了你红了双眼
我爱你
我真的想永远好好爱你
是我叛逆善变又任性
一次一次伤透你的心
我好想你
我真的想你快不能呼吸
我要告诉你
对不起我爱你
记得那时候
我真的不懂事
你越温柔越包容
我越放肆
原来幸福就是这样子
我是孩子你是我的天使
现在多想我在你的怀里
这一辈子永不分离
我爱你
我真的想永远好好爱你
是我叛逆善变又任性
一次一次伤透你的心
我好想你
我真的想你快不能呼吸
我要告诉你
对不起我爱你
我好爱你
我真的想永远好好爱你
没有你的手给我温暖
我的世界冰冷黑暗
我好想你
我真的想你快不能呼吸
我要告诉你
对不起我爱你
我要告诉你
对不起我爱你

Practice Rig

This is my practice setup. From left to right:

Dave Weckl Signature sticks, 5As, 7ANs, Vater Josh Freese Signature Sticks, Promark Simon Phillips Signature Sticks, Zildjian Trilok Gurtu Signature sticks, Vic Firth Hot Rods, Vic Firth Peter Erskine signature sticks. (Not shown: Promark Yambu Jazz sticks, Promark 5Bs, Promark 5As, Vater Power Fusions, Vater 5As)

Boss DB-60 metronome, X-pad practice pad.

Gig updates

Okay Jason from Ben and Jerry’s has rescheduled us (very kindly!) because of various commitments that the band has, so all our Dec gigs are cancelled. We will be playing at BNJs in January instead. Hit me up on msn at alvyn07@gmail.com and I’ll update you guys when we’re playing.

Extracted from Goo Goo Doll’s cover of I’ll Be. With some luck, we might even do this song in January!

I’ll be your cryin’ shoulder
I’ll be love suicide
I’ll be better when I’m older
I’ll be the greatest fan of your life

Of stupid neighbours and talentless kids

It’s amazing how every parent thinks that their kid is by far, the smartest and most talented kid around, and sends them for every single lesson available – piano, speech and drama, swimmming lessons, etc. To make things worse, they make their kid practice scales, arpeggios and every single fuckshit piano piece they can lay their grubby paws on, at night.

They smirk, because they think their kid’s the future Beethoven. But I say, Beethoven was deaf, would you like me to make your kiddo deaf too?

They smirk, because they think their kid’s the future Mozart. But Mozart’s dead, would you like me to kill your kiddo too?

They think that their kid’s playing sounds like an orchestra piece, and that its performance worthy, thus they deem it fit to torture my ears nightly by letting IT practice. I say, your kid’s playing’s suitable for those Chinese Funeral Bands, and I think that my dog can play a better piece than your kid can.

Then they complain that my drumming’s too loud, at 2pm in the afternoon. I say, your kid’s playing sounds like crap, either at 2pm or at 10pm at night, and my drumming owns your kid’s playing so bad, it makes Baby Jesus cry.

Its also amazing how some people can complain about “noise level being too high”, when they move furniture, play music and quarrel late at night. For some reason, it never ceases to amaze me, they’re affected by noise at 2pm in the afternoon, yet they’re not affected by their own noise at 10pm at night. Probably some defect in their genes, or flaw in their gene pool.

Fucking morons.