Lonely Planet

Though I din recover some pictures I took in da Philippines, these would have to suffice. I lost the pictures of Manila's version of the LRT which is friggin' crowded most of the time and some pics of the jeepneys which are a local form of transportation. A simple pick-up with the roofed back acting like a bus. Costs you only 4 pesos. Dirt cheap. And you get to smell the dirt and smog of Manila traffic too for free!!!

Thanks to Edwin Yeo, my Secondary School classmate for lending me his digicam for the trip!


(*insert corny Radiohead reference: "Paranoid Android" - 'Can you hear those unborn chicken voices in my head?"*) What's that? That's actually a half-boiled/steamed/whatever duck egg. Not really a chicken egg. I think the locals call it a beloo (dun think I got the right spelling). Yes, that's the foetus of the duckling. My colleague who ate this before said it's good stuff, good for the body and I must try. Apparently, some of the beloos you can actually see the duckling foetus staring at you before you pop it into your mouth. 'Cuse me... I need to go to the loo to throw up. Oh, by the way , you are supposed to sprinkle some salt into the cracked egg and suck the chup (juice) before eating the insides. *Barf* It does taste like an egg though...


This is a shot from the LRT station at the streets of Binondo, somewhere near Chinatown in Manila. Dusk is at 5pm. This photo is taken around 615pm, I think.


Taken in Chinatown while we were prowling for potential clients. The doode in the picture, Ong Pin had a street named after him right smacked in Chinatown. So I guess he must have done something right eh?


One of the many cover bands along Roxa Boulevard, this stretch by the coastline. Note the guy second from the left. He's playing percussion on a wooden box. Many of them use such percussion. Filipinos love to sing. Everywhere I went in the country, someone would be belting his/ her lungs out on a karaoke machine and they have those in their kopitiams as well. Mercifully, 9 out of 10 can hold their tunes unlike our local Ah Lians and Ah Bengs who massarce their favourite Sammi Cheng tunes in Singapore...


Roxa Boulevard by night...


Saw this guitar at those stalls in a shopping mall. The headstock had the word Brian May on it. Dun think Queen's guitarist endorsed it though. The guitar din look all that shoddy though I din try it. This lady in her mid-twenties took one up and started whipping out a rendition of Jimi Hendrix's "Foxy Lady". Scary... Anyway, they might just have cut down some coconut trees and use those wood to build these guitars; you never know. This electric guitar had so many knobs and switches that it looks like a NASA launching pad console. I think it cost around P5000? (S$1=P31). Fender (U.S.) Strats are going for P44,500.


One of the many security checks available everywhere. This was taken outside Robinson Manila where I checked most of my mails and updated my blog. The left is for male and the right female. Sometimes, they conduct a full body search. I swear my ass has never been groped by so many men in such a short time.


All I want for Christmas this year is this nice and dainty Protona 12 gauge shotgun available right in Robinson Manila. Make me a happy man eh? A simple police clearance and you can get it for a mere P4000+ (or S$130++). Huh? How 'bout it?


My 1st ever foot reflexology session. This pic was taken before the torture began. I thank the heavens above that I'm still a young man of 25 and still in control of my bowel movements. If I were much older by 40 years and had weak colon/ prostate/ whatever control, I'd pooped my pants when the masseuse grinded those reflex points on my soles. I had liked to take some pictures of my expressions when my feet were assaulted relentlessly but I was too busy gripping the sides of the couch.


Their version of the MRT. Looks awfully much like a tram if you ask me... The LRT is almost the same, except that some of them are not air-conditioned.


The view from the hotel in Cebu. Nice place. I like it better than Manila.


Another angle. I just love these places with mountains in the horizon; I dunno why though.


An employee of a prospective client showed us around Mactan Island which is where the airport is located. The small island is just next to Cebu. Anyway, he snuck us into Mactan Shangri-La where we strolled around as if we stayed there. The beach... well, I've seen better. I heard those north of the main island of Cebu are gorgeous. Gotta see for myself the next time round.


I dun have any ocean jokes. So, I just say that the above is a sea. That's it.


A mural showing the natives at war with the colonising Spaniards. I guess people were bored back then, not knowing what to do before the invention of cable TV.

I'm upset...

I've been only gone for 9 days and no one leaves any comments on my blog.

I'm gonna weep into my bowl of instant noodles now and write a more detailed report of my trip complete with pictures.

Roll out the red carpet baby...

cuz Daddy's coming home!!!! Tommorrow, that is.

While I was at Cebu, I din really get to see much of the famous beaches as well. Though a worker of a potential client drove me and my colleague around Mactan Island where the airport is, all we saw Shangri-La Hotel and its slice of their beach. It wasn't that great. So were the Japanese tourist chicks. Sad.

Speaking of my colleague. He's busy with his new-found girlfriend. Fucker's got us 2 separate rooms last night. Hmmm, I wonder what could the 2 of them be up to in his room? Playing checkers? What do you think? Oh, did I mention that he's married with a daughter who just got her PSLE results? That'd make a good beer story!

So far, I wouldn't say it's all bad here. Just extremely congested, like Bangkok and the air is bad. I think I might be falling sick. Homesick.... Okay, enough of Georgisms for the day. I just wanna go home soon and play my guitars and with my newly-acquired toys.

Stuck...

Hi all, I think I better can all the Arroyo jokes eh? Ain't getting funny.

Anyway, I found out what does mabuhay mean last night. It's supposed to mean "welcome" but if you ask me, it seems interchangeable aye?

I overslept this morning. Woke up at 2 in the afternoon. Hehehe, too much San Miguel the last few nights, I suppose. Anyhow, me colleague has gone off and roam off without me. Bastard. Though I must admit I ain't too crazy to go ard with him to hunt for door knob covers for his wife. That's right. Door knob covers. Who the hell really uses them anyway?!?! All in all, I think we covered Manila's largest mall like friggin' 3 times last night to search for it to no avail. SM Megamall is, I think, approximately 4 to 5 times the size of our Takashimaya. Insane, isn't it? I think the urban disease of shopping is spreading far and wide.

Will be going down to Cebu tommorrow. Heard the place has very nice beaches. But this is, sadly, a business trip after all. So I guess maybe next time instead. Me with a beer in one hand and a ciggie in the other, roasting myself to a crispy golden brown under the sun at the sandy white beach with crystal blue waters sound good to me!!!

Til the next one, have a good time.

Mabuhay...

That's hello in Filipino, methinks.. *Down, Arroyo, down... good girl*

Anyway, I dragged my tired arse the whole day around with my colleague, looking for a potential client whose office is in Quezon City. That's part of Metro Manila which comprises of Manila, Pasay City, Quezon, Makati (riot zone), etc. Dun ask me. I'm as confused as you are.

Anyhow, I'm typing this in an internet cafe in Robinson Manila with a small fucken cockroach crawling on the table besides me. *No, Arroyo, no biting of Marcos' shoes.. bad girl!! Down, girl!!*

The security here is tighter than Cameron Diaz's ass. I've seen more sercurity guards here than policemen. There are checks everwhere you go, i.e. public places like shopping malls, MRT and LRT. Plus they all carry guns. Pretty surreal. So far, they've pretty alright, I suppose. In the LRT, there are segregations between males and females. Eh, this ain't a Muslim country innit? Methinks the authorities is afraid that since it's always so overcrowded (insert corny Radiohead reference) - Packt Like Saradines In A Can, the guys here might pull a Japanese man groping a Sailormoon-outfitted high school girl. Who knows?

On a more disturbing side, since this is, after all, a Third World country. I've seen homeless street children going around begging for money and food. They dun study and are improperly educated. My colleague scoffed, "See, they are so ill-mannered right now. When they grow up, the guys will become criminals and the girls whores!" I dunno man. The circumstances they grow up in are really shitty. I dun blame them but dun wish to pity them either. They are even perhaps tougher than you and me... I saw this homeless woman tuggin her 2 kids sleeping on the streets, unwashed and unkempted. A piece of cardboard was their mattress. The older child was about 2 while the other was barely 6 months old. It's really sad. I din wanna take any pictures of them sleeping in the street. I guess, it's easier to judge and act high and mighty that way. I wish them luck.

*Arroyo...No!!! No biting of Estrada's ass!!!*

Gotta go!!! More soon!!!

Picking up Pinays in da Philippines

Hi kids, this is my 3rd day in da Philippines. So far, this is a short report of what I've seen. The details I'd leave it to later and I can add some photos. Plus I'd eaten something fucken disgusting. Yucks...

So this is 'bout how to pick up pinays in da Philippines...

1) You can be a tattoo artist.
I was out with my colleague on the 1st night, drinking by the coastal boulevard. Sorta like our East Coast without being so expenisve. We were checking out pinays from the next table. A few were those good-looking ones with the Pan-Asian looks. You just can't beat that.

A young, bespectacled guy came up to them and peddled his tattoo (I dunno it it's perm or just hennas) patterns. The girls started giggling and were yakking away in Tagalog. The guy whipped his mobile phone and asked the girls for their numbers, presumably to show them the patterns again. Like fucken real!!!

2) If you are a musician
Yes membersss... Though they are mainly cover musicians here, the chicks really dig them. I saw a few along the same boulevard who look very much like our nubile young girls in our Orchard Road bobbing their heads to renditions of Chicago, etc. I know that sucks but just imagine. Play an instrument and you'd have these pinays bobbing their heads elsewhere later... Woo hoo.... pun alert...

3) If you are a 70+ year old crinkly Japanese man with shitloads of cash
Yes, I saw a couple of them in the restaurant yesterday with a few very young pinays. As usual, my colleague was sniggering about it but indeed, it was funny. And I think no amount of Viagra can help them.

By the way, Arroyo sends her love...

See in the next post; have a good time

Okay, bye, kids!!!

Dun have too much fun without me while I'm away, y' hear...

I should be updating this blog from da Philippines aye.... within the next few days plus some photos after I come back eh? See you guys in 9.

Weirdest shit...

Today, while I was waiting for my bus to take to my grandma's place before I met up with the memberss, I was approached by this lady who looks like Mimi from the "Drew Carey Show". Something along this line


I'm not shitting you; she looked really like this!!! Not as fat though.

Back to the story, she came up to me and asked if she could borrow my handphone. Some dying spark of altruism in me refused to lay low and so I said okay. When I took out my phone and was ready to pass to her, she asked me to key in the number. Okay... sure no problem. It's then I noticed she was carrying a phonecard. Maybe, the public phone was spoilt or something.

While I was keying in the number, she displayed signs of impatience at my slowness

"Mimi": Talk to the operator.

Me: Eh? Why can you talk to him or her?

"Mimi": I called just now. They recognise my voice. Ask how much they are paying people for the $80 massage?

Me: What? (I was seriously think what the fuck is going on?!?!) I think you better talk to them. It sounds long.

"Mimi": Ask how much they are paying people to do the $80 massage. Very short and simple.

Me: Er, I think you better talk to them on this yourself. I dun mind lending you the phone but this kinda thing, not my business (insert: If you are thinking of peddling yo' ass, I ain't yo' pimp, bitch). All I seriously think you should call them up yourself and talk to them yourself. Sorry... And I dun wanna miss my bus.

Then I backed off, raising my hands in a sign that this is my limit of how I would and could help.

She glared at me with an iciness that would freeze Hell and stomped away.

The Trip

Some friends have been asking me where I am going this Wednesday.

I'd be up in the Philippines on a business trip looking for prospective clients. So I'm borrowing a friend's digicam and will post some pictures on this blog when I'm back. Like what me mate, Graham has said, he doesn't even know anyone that has ever been to the country before. Come to think of it, that's true for me too. Vietnam, check. Thailand, check. Laos, check. Mymmar, check. Cambodia, check. India, check. So on and so forth. Your domestic help don't count!!!

Pain In The Ass part 4

Fuck man...

There's something wrong with this blog publishing. I can't see my blog in full while my friends apparently can.

Hope to solve it later.

Heal the world. Make it a better place.

Yeah, let's all do that and throw this fucker into jail already man!!!



Taken from the NME:


JACKSON TO FACE MULTIPLE CHILD MOLESTATION CHARGES

The full extent of the Michael Jackson abuse case is beginning to emerge tonight (November 19) as police in California have announced they will file multiple charges of child abuse against the star.

A warrant has been issued for his arrest and at a press conference this evening, police said they are negotiating with Jackson�s lawyers for the singer to hand himself in. He is thought to be in Las Vegas where he has been shooting a video. Bail will be set at $3million and Jackson will have to surrender his passport. None of the charges have been specified yet, though Jackson is suspected of abusing a 12-year-old boy. Each of the charges carries a maximum jail term of eight years.

Jackson�s publicist Stuart Backerman, said in a statement that the singer "could not comment on the investigation because we do not yet know what it is about".

Speaking at the press conference, Santa Barbara Sheriff Jim Anderson confirmed that 70 police officers searched Mr Jackson's ranch, Neverland, yesterday, looking for "evidence that would corroborate the victim's statements." And in a further twist, he called on anyone with information on other victims to come forward.

The investigation is being led by Tom Sneddon, the same district attorney who looked into similar allegations 10 years ago. Then, the alleged victim declined to co-operate with the authorities and reached a multi-million dollar out of court settlement with Jackson.

Sneddon said California law had changed as a result of the earlier Jackson investigation, and that this time they had a witness willing to help with a criminal investigation.


Try being sodomised for once huh, Jacko? You might like it...

Pain In The Ass part 3

I've been trying to close this deal with this guy who is selling a 2nd hand sound module. Firstly, he was selling it for $500 a month ago. However, no one is buying from him. So apparently, he's dropped the price down to $400 whihc piques my interest. Of course, like any good Singaporeans who has a Malayali (dunno if correct spelling) as a good friend, bargaining is all part of the fun.

So I dropped him an email asking him if he was willing to let go for $330... Anyway, he's bound to push it up. Then he started gushing about how good it is, how phat the beats were and he is unsure if he was willing to let it go. He had to think about it. Sure, go ahead. Lame ass pattern in an attempt to push up the price.

So after 2 days of letting him think about how much he thinks he can fleece off me, I SMS him and he was intially alright with the price of $350. Cool. I got him. Then I decided to play it cool and only replied his SMS the next day.

So he started his bullshit all over again by telling me that it's a good buy for $400 and all that crap. And $350, he has to think about it. Sure, think about it, muthafucka and while u are at it, shove the thing up your arse as well.

I've got something to confess...

Some folks out there really have issues.

And where do they turn to even if they can't speak to their priest about it during Confession?

They can try this site

No poll this month...

I didn't really have the time to go through a list of potential candidates for next month's H.A.I.R. and in addition, I might have a little problem in publishing the H.A.I.R. of next month on time, due to some complications I'd share soon.

But I dun see you guys going out on the streets to protest the lack of a poll.

Lois Lane?

Apparently, Natalie Portman (yes, that woman-goddess that some of us would sever an arm for to get a dinner date) has been widely tipped to be the new Lois Lane in the new Superman movie.

Natalie Portman is widely known for her role as Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia's mom in the Stars Wars prequels and still remains the best thing about the prequels hands down.

Click here to see some pictures of the lovely lady. Warning: nipple-age is involved...

Mommy, I wanna be a Ninja when I grow up...

Finally, a website, Enter The Ninja shows me the way to enlightenment. The way for me to exude my Zen-ness and train me up to chop some muthafucken uglies, re-enacting my favourite scenes from "Kill Bill" as well.

When I would have returned deep from the mountains, I would have finished my years of training. By then, I would truly become (*in a Mr. Miyagi accent*) a true Ninja warrior. First, I would go down to Beach Road and buy me some wares to cloth myself. A true Ninja Master must be always appriopiately attired.


Me: Not to worry. Daddy's got lots of love fer y'all!!!

As I entered a duel-to-the-death with my nemesis (whom is still undecided at this point of time), I would stare into the face of Death and call him "Bitch!!!"


"Beeeettccchhhhh...."

However, what I truly love about the whole Ninja get-up. It allows me to emote all my feelings far greater than I ever had before. Dun believe me? Check this out.


The look of my face when I missed the train...


The look on my face when I need to take a crap and all the cubicles are taken...


The look on my face when told after buying a Happy Meal that all the Hello Kitty dolls were sold out an hour ago.

The joys of being a Ninja...

The Ultimate Urban Legend

Got this excerpt from my friend, George's blog (scroll down on the left column of his webpage and click on "airhole's blog" to read the full version). He wrote something that is funny and strikes a nerve. The ultimate urban legend: sexual equality.

Guideline #1: Initially, treat all girls as ladies.
Guideline #2: Warn them when they are stepping into the boundary of being a bitch (most of them do not care and step into it anyway)
Guideline #3: When they become The Bitch. Treat them like one of them guys.
Guideline #4: If they complain about me not being a gentleman, refer them to my blog (which also equates to some hate mail and more hits on my blog!)

Here is an example:

I went to visit a friend of mine who was sort of down in the dumps. She had friends over and we watched a movie on her DVD player. They ask me to pass the chips over, I pass it over. They ask me to pass the remote, I do that too. Then one of her girlfriends asked me to get a glass of water for her. At first, I ignore her. But she bugs me and I say,

"The kitchen is nearer to you. You can get it too!"
"Don't irritate me, I am watching the movie. Go help me get a glass."
"But so am I, I am watching the movie too."
"Don't make me mean."
"Well, go ahead and be mean, what can you do anyway?"

Then she said,
"I can hit you real hard."
"Right."
"Don't dare me."
"You go ahead and do it. But don't expect me NOT to retaliate and hit you back REAL HARD."

Then she said the double standard line,
"You won't do that to a girl, that is so ungentlemanly."

To which I replied.
"You hitting me would be unlady-like... so that forfeits your right to be a lady. You would have then officially turned to a
bitch. And I hit bitches."

She went and got her own glass of water.


It is funny how to think that a lotta my female friends expound the fact: They are independent in many aspects of their lives.

Sometimes, I think men are just frankly suckers for women's emotional blackmailing. A whine ("... but I'm tired") and off the guys go on a crusade to help these women to get a glass of water, etc. Perhaps, it's the superhero syndrome inherent in most men, wanting to save the damsel in distress. Perhaps, most men treat it as some form of means to an end, be it harbouring some fantasies of ravaging the girl as if it were a Japanese AV flick or cuddling together in a Meg-Ryanesque romantic comedy moment.

I gave up on this argument way long ago. There's no such things as equality. It's such a pack of lies twisted from its original and well-intented meaning by the feminists who envisioned a better place for women who in general truly suffered in the past. This I can't deny.

I could be snide and say that unless women can stand up and pee at the urinals with us men, then we are equal. Oh yeah, that was snide.

In recent weeks, George (Not you lah, membersss...) Dubya Bush aka Chief-Moron of the U.S.A. just signed a bill prohibiting late term abortion in the States. To be honest, I don't know how far-reaching this bill would be in the U.S. I'd fully support the feminists and protests against this. We can digress and slip into an debate on whether pro-life of pro-choice is better. However, the body is the lady's. In the event, she knows she might not be able to provide for the child or the child might be unwanted. Yes, every child is precious. But to use religion in this context, it's just fascist. The choice lies with the mother and she has to live with it and the consequences for the rest of her life. It's not our position to judge or make the choice for her.

That was a slight degression... ahem. In all cases, a friend of mine who has a taste for white meat aka white women (yes, we all know who he is) has told me why he prefers Caucasian women to local women. Mainly, he feels that Caucasian women tend to be more independent and value the concept of equality more than local women. That is, they split the dinner check right down to the centre. Hehehe, yes, he's a cheapskate. Furthermore, he has said that local women just want to be pampered like Daddy's little princesses and expect the guys to pay for everything. That turns him off greatly. Of course, the fact that Caucasian women are more sexually liberal is a boon as well.

While I see his point, I don't like to think that most of my female friends are like what he has described. I know some aren't. Some exactly fits into the abovementioned description while chasing the self-delusion of being the modern woman and being independent and all. Well, the point is obviously moot if you ask me.

There's no such thing as equality and dependence. We all need each other. Be it if you stand or sit to pee. I do not fault your choice if you choose to raise a hindleg to do your business. Like what Hugh Grant said in "About A Boy", 'If no man is an island, I'm fuckin' Ibiza... except with extensions to other islands."

So, sometimes, perhaps getting a glass of water can cause a lot less grievance.

My sister...

For those of you who had the fortune of meeting my sister, you must have remembered that my sister is quite the rocker chick in the sense that she's a fan of Blur, Suede and some assorted bands. She listens to some jazz. albeit usually the easy-listening ones. As per normal, she raids through my collection of CDs to pilfer stuff to listen. While she constantly borrows my Stevie Wonder CD, how many people you know actually bother about the man himself?

However, she lost all her street cred today. While we were watching "Return of The Jedi" on TV, there was a scene where Luke Skywalker was reunited with Princess Leia. They were hugging and all. Then my sis dropped the bomb, "So, she's his mom issit?"

Needless to say, I was dumbfounded.

The ultimate nightmare of a blogger...

Read about it on the Onion. When Mum discovers your blog, that's gonna be hell to pay!!!

New form of discrimination...

I knew it!!! Mac users always thought themselves to be the new elite, the bourgeoisie of our society...

Just look at how users of iTunes can be discriminated and how your social standing can be eroded. Chekkit.

Those bastards.

Dun try this at home , kids...

From left: Melvin, Alvin and me

You can tell that Alvin, my membersss... need no Halloween costume.

The Trojan Horse

The summer movie event of 2004 about the battle for the Helen of Troy. The war started because of a woman, surprisingly the movie is all about the guys who fought it. This is still Hollywood. This is definitely a panties-creaming film for the girls. Troy stars Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom and Eric Bana. Now, you better dun say that Bana ain't good-looking cuz you won't like him when he's angry... (Sorry, couldn't help myself)

Check out the teaser trailer.

Congratulations, doodes...

Was reading Gracie's blog and realised that I forgot that Jason told me that his, Billy and Gavin's documentary-aka-Final Year Project about the local music scene, "Radio Forgot To Play My Favourite Song" would be playing in the New York Expo Film Festival!!! Way to go!!!

But all this makes me damn sore that I wasn't credited as a creative consultant for the docu. Godammit, I was in the pub with you guys brainstorming...

Time to slap together a soundtrack for the docu, doodes...

Everything that has a beginning has an end... Revolutions

Was having this conversation with my friend, Seong Huat on ICQ about the Matrix Revolutions just now. Totally contains spoilers but I trust most of you guys have watched it anyway.

Simplenetic: matrix sucked so bad......

Me: okay ...better than the 2nd

S: found this worse....

M: well, still better than the 2nd lah

S:haha...to me it's kinda crappy lor....they just rip off from so many sources...sigh...

M: duh....
din u see tt right from the 1st movie...??

S: not really......but i was kinda apprehensive the moment neo flew up from the city at the end of it......
the blind messiah crap is so dune....and could have been done elsewhere....and the angel looking with the cross when he ended the fight with smith....kinda evangelion......

M: tt was okay i thought,,,
]the 1st had shades of the terminator, ghost in the machine, akira (maybe not ... i dunno), HK kungfu flicks, an attempt at david lynch weirdness... etc ...
wrapped up in some pseudo mambo jumbo tt got far worse in the 2nd...
the dune was never blind mah .,.,..

S: all those i can still accept lah...maybe it was fresh then....
and then the fight sequence....it's like the superman fight with the baddies...remeber the 3 bad guys from kryton in black?!?!?! and it also abit zhong hua yin xiong-ish....
u didn't read the whole series....

M: i read the 1st ...
i admit ...
trust me ,,,, when they come out with the new superman series...
they are gg to rip off the final fight scene

S: but i think u shld noe better than me that those sequences has been overdrawn in all those chinese comics...haha.........
donno lah...i just enjoyed this much less than the 2nd....although i did enjoy the war scenes at zion....

M: those were gd lah ...
rather exciting take on the whole "gawd no, we were swamped and we are FUCKED ..." kinda scene

S: yup....think that is the only think i enjoyed.....grrr...still can't stand the fact that they tried to pull the blind messiah crap.....although i admit the dune series take on that is kinda more "poetic"...haha...

M: fianlly ppl are seeing the wachowski brothers are someone who develops their materials from others...
they din reinvent the wheel....
but i still think Agent Smith is the baddest mofo from the 1st to the last

S: hahaha....but i hated it when he whined It's not fair......goodness.....

M: tt's a classic steven seagal villian .. heheh

S: dame crap.....smith shld go away laffing or something......
and the last part...the way the matrix was "reformatted" or in windows xp term....restored to the last working save point....was equally crap...and the young gal...she did the sunset??? goodness....

M: she's a program ...
higher than any of us mah ,...
i thk she;s macromedia flash ...
u understodd how they won right??

S: won what? basically neo connected smith to the source and the source zap a anti-virus/trojan software into smith and deleted him...and fix the infected proggies....crap...

M: fwah!!!u are the only person i spoke who realised tt ,,,,
they uploaded the Norton anti-virus into Ag-ent Sm-ith....
i bet everyone missed that pdt placement ...

S: i got it immediately........DAMN CRAPPY again.....and the oracle is basically a mutant oracle...that got deleted...but she self unerase...and self patch.....
but the farnie part was the family of indians....amazing how proggies do it....

M: heheh .,..
i wished that some of my audio software and auto re-easre so tt i can rework them man

S: donno lah...i just find the whole series is almost like a high budget b grade flick??? hahaha....i would rather they do the whole dune series....

M: i thought they did ...for cable ...
i thk Sting's acting in the original sucked so bad tt the investors are afraid to put $$ in .
hehehe

S: there's two version of the dune......i watched the one with william kurt/hurt? that one was abit like watching a stage play of the dune....the followup sequel....dune messiah was much better....although certain potrayal of certain characters was abit DOH...

M: i only like the 1st novel ... then again i only read tt ....
so...
hey, all this conversation is gg on my blog

So, remember... it was a Norton anti-virus that saved our asses. Start downloading it already!!!

Experiments gone astray

My sis was trying out this Veet Hair Removal Mousse that she bought. And of course, being the curious little boy that I am, I naturally tried a bit of it on my abundant leg hair.

Now, there's a bald spot in my clump of leg hair.

I think it's available in Watsons, NTUC, etc.

Tweak tweak...

Yes, like one of those Ah-Lians with ever-changing hair colour you see down in Orchard Road, I've changed the appearance of the Evil Lair yet again. I think it still needs more refining and retuning. Dun you think peach on black is sooo kinky?

Anyway, I think it's time to start revitalising and updating the Spooning With Satan blog as well? Huh guys? The surviving members, Alvin, George, Melvin and Sujin? Currently, I think a Primary 4 student's homepage looks better than that. And! Which self-respecting metalhead has their website in white and blue?!?!? Think about it, membersss....

Point (websites) of references: Napalm Death, Rudra, Sodom, a site general about Death Metal. Note the similarity, membersss? Yes, it's the black background and the font type of the band name that no one except for the font designer who can read it.

We gotta have those eh? Say your piece!!!

P.S. : Spooning With Satan is still open to registration. As long as you can play the accordian, you are in!!!

Note: Spooning With Satan is a death-country band (meaning they play country tinged metal), comprising of Alvin, George, Melvin, Sujin and Willy. Our missing membersss, Billy is still missing though there were sightings of him in some Holland Village pubs but we usually dismiss them as untruths.

P.I.T.A. of the week part 2

Yes, this is a revolving series sorta like the H.A.I.R. thing you see above.

Anyway, I was browsing through the dead murder site which I host me mp3s. I came across this forum thread. This guy who I believe knows shite about music production and most likely as well, make a rhyme flow. For all I know, he might be a pimply Dutch white boy sittin' in his room only pretending to be Jay-Z (just look at his email address!!!) or Tupac.

Yo I need some niggaz that make the sickest beats to make me some beats for my artists on my Label Gangsta Philosophy Entertainment that Would be willing to sell the rights to my label at a reasonable price uhm... If I could send you an accapella track or something to make the beats jus` let me know or if you already got beats that I dig that`ll work only the best beats accepted don`t come around with no bitch beats.

P.S.: My email is jaysdayz@yahoo.com

peace,
KayDee tha G

I believe he was looking for someone to collaborate with him on some music. Hey, since he has a, erm.... label, why dun he pay the Neptunes to lay down some sick-ass beats over his, erm... rhymes. Oh yeah, I guess he has no money and no artists, except for himself to begin with.

Sad...

P.I.T.A. (Pain In The Ass) of the week part 1

Before I got the Matrix Revolutions with my frens, we were drinking at MacDonald's, waiting for the show to start.

This guy who was partially mute and deaf came up to me, nudging me several times. He started waving this small whiteboard which most likely said that "I am mute and please donate". Followed by thrusting the grass green coinbox which looks like my sister's piggy bank (complete with Pokemon-like cartoon characters plastered all over it) into my face. After I declined along with the rest of us, he started giving us dirty looks and started gesturing as if to speak, "What the fuck you morons? Couldn't spare some change?"

And that really pissed me off.

He walked away and repeated his confrontational donation collecting antics on other unsuspecting folks around the area.

What piqued me was:
a) When you asked for money or donations, do it politely. It's only courteous.
b) I dun fucken owe you a living even if you are blind, deaf and dumb. I'm not insensitive to their plight, mind. However, I just didn't like the fucker's attitude even though he was orally disabled (for lack of a better term). And being more disadvantaged than us, it still doesn't give you any friggin' excuses.
c) I wasn't too sure about if he was collecting for any organisation. I mean, that shitty coinbox that looks like a personal piggy bank?

In any case, my level of altruism went down a coupla notches recently. You might come across this Straits Times article about how there are these private organisations selling raffle tickets, claiming that they would be helping ex-drug addicts, etc. I bought about 2 such tickets before. Though these private organisations pay their volunteers (20% of the tickets sold goe to the volunteers while the company takes 10%), I always felt that every single cent should go to the fund beneficiary.

While I understand that there would be costs like logistics and inventory costs for the cans, etc, I could never understand NKF's principles of collection. If there were a surplus in donations collected, it goes back to NKF for their corporate use rather than going to the ones who really need the money.

Then again, I would struggle with the sense of altruism in me. I'd be the first to admit inherently I'm a selfish person. What if helping others is actually just a way of making yourself feel better about yourself? But my friend, Amelia was telling me before that even so, any help goes a long way. She told me once that she did some volunteer work before and those who were needy were actually extremely grateful for the help. Seeing what she did could really help them was good enough for her.

This, of course, reminds me of the time when I was walking to meet my friends at Clementi Ave 6, this blind man asked me for directions to his flat. Seeing that it was midnight and there weren't many people around to help him, I decided to guide him home. I guess that day I got out on the right side of my bed.

Reaching his place, I had to run out to the lift area to see if we were at the correct block. After a few seconds, he thought I had abandoned him and started screaming and calling my mother names. I had to rush back and pacify the doode. I sorta understand that he might have been played out quite a coupla times by kids and sorts but this guy was bloody bad-tempered. In any case, I got him to his doorstep and I dun even think he thanked me for it. Then again, I just felt right to help out.

There's something that was damn slack about the whole incident though. While walking him back, he started asking me questions and sharing his life with me. Told me that what he worked as. The fucked up pay and work, that I totally empathise nowadays. How his girlfriend who is normal is damn demanding of him. How she wants him to show affection to her. In addition, he started sharing more details of his relationship by saying, "You know, these girls... All they want is ... you know what lah. Every few days she would want to have sex lah. What? I'm so tired from work and she still wants."

That was slack. I can't handle people telling me about their sex lives in a situation where I'm trying to help them to get home.

However, this still proves a point that no matter what kinda condition or handicaps a man might be or have, he is still and always a stud in his own eyes.

And that is really a pain in the ass.

I heard it through the grapevine

Some of you might have read that Warner Brothers are trying to revive the Superman movie franchise. Apparently, a few names were mentioned from Ashton Kutcher (yes, Kelso from "That 70's Show") to Brendan Frasier. I'm not too sure if they ever thought of Keanu Reeves. I mean, just look at this picture. I can already see the cape and the big S.



I must say I'm not keen on a return to the franchise or the Batman one as well (starring Christian Bale as the Dark Knight). Why don't they do a Green Lantern or the Flash? Anyway, Wonder Woman is currently being developed by Joel Silver, producer of the Matrix.


I can't fucken wait...

This looks like a piece of turd to me...




Sharon Stone expresses horror at how low her career has sunk.

There s/he goes again...

I'm confused most of the time but not as much as my membersss,
Sujin here. He needs to see a shrink soon or basically the Mount Elizabeth sex change surgeon. Look what he posted on his blog. Chekkit.

Sorry, Auntie Thomas, your son turned out this way. He's in denial ever since he refused to pass me his Tech 21 GT2.

Everything that has a beginning has an end... Reloaded

Just watched the Matrix Revolutions last night with a coupla my army mates and famed (hehehe...) Seedbed-cum-Spooning With Satan guitarist, Alvin Ananthan. And not to worry, this article will not contain any spoilers as I know there are a couple of you guys out there who haven't watched it yet.

As usual, Melvin was bitching about how the slo-mo action sequences look lame and dated. Presumably so, it drew quite a few chuckles in the theatres while Carrie-Ann Moss did her gravity-defying tumbles and kicks in the air. But what impressed me and Roy the most was Monica Bellucci's (yeah, baby, yeah... ) fearsome twins were in that gravity-defying push-up. Fierce. Me likes.

Thankfully, they cut down the philosophical mumbo-jumbo to the minimum this time. The Matrix Reloaded was like a fucken bad episode of Neon Genesis Evangelion all over again ("Where am I? How do I know I exist? Can existence be ever proven?" Me:"Hell, you'd know about existence by eating my fist for dinner, bitch!!!"). The bulk of it was pure action which it was all good. Not too draggy and not too overwrought.

However, knowing the Wachowski brothers, there were a couple of stinkers and cheese. You have to watch for yourselves and laugh. Melvin (cuz he was sitting beside me) was sniggering away when Hugo Weaving aka Agent Smith started spouting his smock of philosophical crap. My membersss... was laughing away at how it seemed so contrived and forced. It just didn't seem right to him. Just like how Michael Jackson forces his arguements that he didn't bleach his skin. (Now, that's a joke that seems forced)

However, I think that it's an apt ending for the series and the brothers have decided that there would be no more sequels. Mercifully. They won't have to stoop to the lows of the Alien franchise. Alien 3 was bad but Alien: Resurrection was pointless, especially without the animatronics of the creature. But I digress.

The series have been called the thinking man's action movie. Rightfully so. But in my opinion, the Wachowski brothers' greatest coup was that they managed to create a movie that engages the viewers in so many ways. Each individual one believes that their perception and understanding of the movie has been the correct one. Perhaps, even reflecting the source (heh...) of the movie itself where the Matrix is a perception of reality. In viewing the movie, everyone has their own take on what is happening and that alone is a Matrix that you build around your understanding of the movie.

Oh my gawd!!! I'm stooping to mumbo jumbo bullshit again... The virus is inflectin' me...

In any case, before I end this, I'd like to give out one teeny-weeny bit of spoiler. For those of you who told me that when Neo returned to the real world in the Matrix Reloaded, he was still stuck in the Matrix as with everyone and there is no such real world. Everything was the Matrix and that's why he was able to control the machines in the real world. Well, guys, you were WRONG!!! You morons, hahaha....

Weirdest e-bay post I've seen in a while...

Chekkit. This page on e-bay has this guy selling his friendship. Ah, post-modern life...

I didn't bite the Apple of Eden...

Read this on Gracie's blog . She's a Mac user... Snide if you ask me.

At the beginning God created the Bit and the Byte. And from those He created the word. And there were 2 bytes in a word, nothing else was there. Then God seperated 0 from 1 and saw that this was good.

And then God said "Let there be Data", and so it became. And He said "Let the Data go where they belong", and He made floppy disks, compact disks and hard disks. Then God said "Let there be a place for those disks to be", and computers came to be. God named them hardware and saw that this was good.

But God saw that there was no software yet. And He made programs, small and large and He said "Go and multiply and fill all of the memory". Then God said "I'll create the programmer and he will rule upon all the data, computers and programs". And God created the programmer and placed him at the Heavenly Server. And He taught the programmer to use the catalog tree and all the files and sub-files but told him never to use Windows.

Then God thought "It isn't a good thing for the programmer to be alone. I will create a creature that will love and admire the programmer and his creations". And God created the User. And both the User and the Programmer were left upon the naked DOS and that was good.

But Bill were more cunning than the rest of God's creations. And Bill told the User "Did God really allow you to use any program that you like?". And the User said "Yes, God allows us to use any program we like except the windows for great trouble will be upon us". And Bill told the user "How you talk about something you never used? By the time you will use windows you will be able to do anything you like with a simple mouse click. You will be equal to God". And the user saw that windows were very easy to use and that all knowledge was unnecessary since they could replace it.

So it came to be that the User installed Windows in his computer and told the programmer that it was good. And the programmer start looking for new drivers. And God which saw him asked "What do you need?" and the programmer said "I need new drivers". God said "Who told you that you need new drivers, you installed windows?" and the programmer said "Bill told us to do it!".

Then God said to Bill "For what you did all the creatures will hate you. And all the users will not like you. And you will always sell windows". And then God told the user "For what you did windows will always dissapoint you and use all the resources and you will use pathetic programs, while you will always depend on the programmer for help". And last He told the programmer "Because you listened to the User your programs will always have faults and you will have to correct them until the end of days".

And God threw them out of the Heavenly Server and locked the door and secured it with password.

GENERAL PROTECTION FAULT.

Everything that has a beginning has an end...

Apparently so, according to the Wachowski brothers. And according to Ain't It Cool News, it sucks. The final episode in the trilogy that is.

So, I'm gonna catch the Matrix Revolution in like another 12 hours time. I dun thk I should get my hopes too high up. At least, I'd warned ya fans out there. Lower the bar of expectation and the disappointment would be lesser.

mp3s up on this blog

Hi all, I've just uploaded some of mp3s under the moniker of The Agents of Smith and you can download them from the column on your left.

These are tracks done using mainly on Cakewalk Pro Audio 9 and FruityLoops 2.0 and in no way, reflect the psychedelic hippydom of The 78 Love Experiment or the satanic whackiness of Spooning With Satan.

In any case, who cares?

I cannot believe this...

Those pieces of turd at the RIAA actually came up with this TV advertisement which would tickle my funny bone under other circumstances. It's a B-grade ad. for a B-grade crass movement.

Once again, I'm stuck in the office...

The joys of roaming free in the city were not meant to be for this week. I din really get the chance of walking around in town during office hours. Did that a couple of times last week though. Embassies are currently my favourite places. Went there and did some research.

So far, I've went to the Philippines Embassy which looks kinda shitty. A small hut (but I believe they are building a new one besides where it is housed at now), as compared to the fortress, Embassy of Japan opposite it. I dunno. Read somewhere (hmm, was it the CIA factfile?) that the Philippines is considered the world's most dangerous place on the planet. Which is ironical cuz hey. it's a country well known for its bands being able to ape Western musicians to the dot and of cuz, their domestic help. Sounds like a peaceful country to me.

If my memory serves me correctly, besides having shitloads of volcanoes in the region and having certain territories in the earthquake belt, the bulk of the islands are exposed to the typhoons and monsoons and all that jazz. Oh yeah, you mustn't forget the occasional Abu Sayaf attacks and the random military coup. Actually, it kinda sounds like Indonesia with more natural disasters, dun you think ?

So, here I am. Bored and stuck in the office. a) Struggling to stay awake, b) dunno what the fuck I can do and c) feeling cheated at all the hype of the Matrix Revolutions (read a little somewhere that it sucks goats balls big time.)

Think I'm gonna post something more later.

mp3 up on Sujin's blog

My membersss, Sujin and his housemate, Ferdi did a track together about 3 months ago. Go to my side column and click on the link to download his song.

here's the link.

Recommended books

I've realised in the past 2 years or so. I've not really sitten and read a decent book. All I read nowadays are guitar magazines, Computer Music and all those online geek sites. Now I'm wondering about the length of my attention span. Is it that short?

Damn.

In any case, if you think there are any good books out there, preferrably borrowable from the National Library, drop the titles in the comments page. Thanks.

15

Just watched the local film, "15" by Royston Tan with my mates, Jeff, Melvin and Khai yesterday. It was about a group of teenage wayward youths shot in a documentary style, based on their experiences and all.

Khai said it was very realistic while I have friends who said that "City of Gofd" was far superior. Now I din watch that so I have no grounds for comparison. However, what I'd say is that certain scenes in the movie were extremely graphic and stomach churning to me. I can't handle scenes of mutilation and all that.

At first, I thought the film was bogged down by all the excessive arty imagery and fantasy sequences. Then I took a double take as I realised that Royston Tan was working without much of a plot, just highlighting the situation and bringing us into the world of these troubled youths.

However, throughout the entire film, you get this sensation that you were not supposed to be there, watching and observing them. The audience becomes the voyeur, the observer. Fortunately, Tan's style does not judge these characters, showing them for who they are and lay out their fears of a dead-end future for all to see.

It's upsetting and disturbing to see anyone having to go through such confusion. But isn't puberty and teenhood the toughest for the most of us? Perhaps, for these kids, the wrong turn at such a young age would allow any room for them to turn back and walk the path of the straight and narrow?

I dunno. Anyway, it's pretty decent and watchable, though I won't say that it's extremely good.

Hey hey hey...

"hey hey hey...cuz' Ah'm back.. Back in black."

- AD/DC, "Back In Black"

Hi kids, miss me? Din think so.

Anyway, I'm waiting with very much abated breath for some news from
Weiyuan. Hopefully, it'd be good and comes through. Then, I can share with you guys. Wish me luck on this!!!

By the way, 3 more days til the poll for November's H.A.I.R. ends. Ask your grannies to vote as well!!

Sabbathical...

Yup, everyone needs one...

Think I'd stop blogging for a while. Haha, but you never know I might post something again like in 2 days time. Though I said I'd post the BRC series of photos up by tommorrow, it looks like I can't as I have not secured access to a scanner yet. Might have to go bug Billy again.

So what am I gonna do during this sabbathical?

Well, I guess I would spend some time ogling at girls at Orchard I should start on my sequencers and loops again. Perhaps, I'd even spend the whole weekend drinking beer at some pub (Siam Reap?) or clubbing til 7am at Centro fiddling with my Cakewalk? In addition, I think I'd be surfing loads of sites with loads of pics of scantily clad women I'd better learn some more HTML to overhaul the site, instead of some stupid new tricks like cancelling words and shit. I'm getting slightly bored with the extremely messy layout.

So the question bears: would you miss me while I'm gone?

Your answer: Yes, please don't leave.../ No, sod off...

Yeah, I thought so too.

Freestyle breaking

My friend, Jason Ong sent me this link about freestyle breaking. The last contestant is particularly gd man.

I like.

Quote of the day: "My genital area is like a starfish. You can cut it off but it will regenerate" - Kevin Ang

Monday Sessions at Bar None: The Observatory, Zircon Govt Pawn Stars and Stoned Revivals

After exhausting my list of people who I can call to watch last night's gig, I managed to get Chee Ken out to attend the gig together. To be honest, I think I've never seen a gig this good for ages man. Then again, I'm rather suaku as well.

The Observatory came up at 920pm and proceeded with a cover or something like that as frontman, Leslie Low was mumbling. Their music seemed to be an amalgram of slow electronic beats, fused with acoustic strumming and weird electric guitar sounds and smoothened out by synthesizers. It was rather mopey and dirgey most of the time. Well, I did like the electronic beats quite a bit. However, keyboardist Vivian Wang (A H.A.I.R. in her own right) was trudging through the whole set, ripping away too many appreggios and overcluttering the music in general. Then again, I could be biased against keyboardists or there were way too many guitars in the band (count 'em: 3). I wasn't that disappointed but I wasn't overtly impressed. Their mix of folk, electronica and bossa rhythms were intriguing, warranting a closer inspection.

After a 20 minutes break, Chris Ho aka X'Ho's reformed band, Zircon Govt. Pawn Stars made their debut live performance. I was floored man. It was really amazing, I would say. Partially, you would think folks in their mid 30's and 40's to be more sedated and acting their age. But no, X'Ho and his cohorts, Yeow (guitar and sequencing) and Suzanne Walker aka Sue Sue Law who had her low cut bra straddling outta her carefully mis-worn camisole top were rockin' the stage like 17 year old punks. Basically, X'Ho and Sue Sue Law were trying to out-diva each other with sexually suggestive moves and jumping around like it's a Linkin Park concert.

Apparently, like what X'Ho had said before, he is very inspired by Chicks On Speed. I think it shows in the set with raging electroklash anthems that would rawk any floors in clubs and sounding like Depeche Mode to boot. They added a portion of Iggy Pop and the Stooges' "I Wanna Be Your Dog" to one of their songs which X'Ho was warbling something in Thai. Highly effective. They ended their brief set with a Peaches cover which featured Iggy Pop (again!), "Kick It". That was when I was rather disappointed with X'Ho who sang Pop's parts when he self-censored the lyrics to the cover. He has championed like free speech and the absurdity of censorship and said how Singaporeans practise way too much self-censorship. Could it be a subtle in-joke of sorts or when you fight monsters, you might become one yourself eventually. I dunno man.

Coming onstage at around 12am was the Stoned Revivals who were rather inactive in the recent years. Being a huge fan of their work, I was eagerly anticipating their set. I'd always loved their Stevie Wonder-Barry White-funk-disco-psychedelic vibes. They din disappoint and started the set with 2 new tunes, played on an authentic Fender Rhodes by the band multi-instrumentalist, Syed. During the second song, singer Esam beckoned their ex-guitarist, Muneer who was in the crowd to come up on stage for a jam. It was really great to see him play with the band again. In any case, they seemed to have taken a step backward to their indie roots, washing their last few songs with the occasional bursts of metallic sheets of feedback.

It was a great and thoroughly enjoyable night. It might have been better if I were up there playing as well... Ha!

Booze Buddies...

For the pasr few months, I've been drinking with these doodes pretty often. Come to think of it, I've drank with them pretty often. Nowadays, we have shifted next door from Baden Baden to Siam Reap. Thanks to Jason Siau for lending me his digital camera. It rawks man... When can I borrow it again?

Hurhur.... It has nightvision in it fer fuck's sake!!!


From left: Jason, Jessica and Billy


Aaron mugging for the camera as usual


Gavin Chelvan. You can tell the mama from the picture.


Pseudo artistic shot taken by Jason... but quite nice lah, boss

Combat Survival Training

My ex-teammate during NS for our lil recce team, Bee Thiam who is under some form of scholarship studying and working in the U.S. (Lucky bastard!!!) sent me this link from the Straits Times. It's in regard with the NSman who drowned during the Combat Surivival Training/ Prisoner Of War course.

I went through the course with those fuckers (God bless them) below in the series of pictures (BRC, Brigade Reconnaissance Company series 1). Agreeing with what George had said, this incident would cause the HPTB (Higher Powers To Be) to be more careful in their training and turn the whole army into a great bunch of sissies than what it is already now.

Well, in my memory, the CST/POW course wasn't that all out harsh, as opposed to what I read in the article. But I did hear that officers and sergeants were treated more harshly than the rest. Perhaps in this incident, it's just like a bloody recap of the Stanford Prison Experiment. The power to control some other people pushes some people right over the edge, causing all theose primal aggression and sadism that is inherently buried in all of us to emerge.

As for my case, we were all blindfolded and bound for 16 hours, kneeling on gravel which sucked. Anyway, I thought the toughest was that I had to hold my pee for that period of time as well. I think it damaged my bladder since then. Hmmm. However, what I din know was that there was so many fuckers who just peed in their pants all round me... Crap. Shouldn't had held back...

I must admit that that was the most boring part of the whole course. Did I come out a better person? Nah, I dun thk so. It just made me realise S&M was not my cup of tea, d'you know I mean?

However, in the earlier part of the week we were on Pulau Tekong on training, it was pretty fun. We killed a few chickens and frogs the Friday before and the commando staff sergeants (this HUGE Indian guy) killed like a python and a monitor lizard, demostrating to us how to kill these animals in the wild. If you ask me, the only thing he demostrated to us was that when you need to go outfield, just bring shitloads of instant noodles and luncheon meat to save the hassle of killing something you can buy in your wet market.

I said this before a thousand times and I'd say it again, smoked python meat fucken rawksss!!! It was like a huge overnight BBQ party for my Band Of Brothers. Hahaha, I heard the other groups boiled the stash of python meat that they were given. *makes a L sign on my forehead...* You know who you guys are and it doesn't extend to the BRC side exclusively. Ha! Of course, I did nothing else but cook the stuff. The culinary Force is strong within me. You should try my Chu Qian Yi Ding (instant noodles) one of these days.

Actually, for the benefit of those who didn't take the course, let's say it was like Survivor on Pulau Tekong, except there wasnt any interviews like"Melvin to the camera: Willy has done nothing but eat, cook and sleep in the camp area. I'm going to vote him out in the next Tribal Council" and of course, Tribal Councils as well. Ever wondered I rather join the Amazing Race than Survivor? Been there, done that and wore the fucken uniform.

But hey, at least, now people would really think that we went through shitloads in our CRT/POW training. Haha!!!

The next series of the BRC set of photos would be out by next Thursday. Chekkit.

New ladies added...

2 new ladies are added in the poll, H.A.I.R. of the month. Take a look.

Power naps

Wanna take a power nap in the toilet today. However, the toilet in the bloody JTC buildings have automatic flushes ...Everytime, I lean back, the thing start flushing. I can't sleep to the sound of gushing water.

The CFO in my previous company told me about the benefits of meditation. He claimed that he felt that a few minutes of meditation can suffice in place of 2 hours of sleep. I dunno about that since I never tried meditating before. The last time I saw my sis doing yoga, the ice-cream I was eating nearly went through my nose.

Perhaps, I'd try the meditating thing now. M..e..d..i..t..a...t..i..n..zzzzzz...

Fuckin' USA...

Yup, that's actually the name of a song, a North Korean one to be exact. Click on this to watch the clip. Apparently, it was broadcasted in South Korea and Japan. A reaction to Bush's foreign policy towards the North. Amazing, the word 'fuck' can be broadcasted openly in these countries with strong Asian values. Wonder what's really missing here in S'pore? More Asian values?

Cheers!!!

A friend sent me the Drink-o-meter to check how much damage we have done to ourselves by drinking.

Apparently, I'm a Homer Simpson.

Doh!!!

Sucky suck suck...

Flu, not feeling well
Stuck in office
fucken feelin' like hell.

Does that fit into the requirements of a haiku? I dunno man!!Dun ask me...

Too groggy now try to prevent the mucus from dripping all over the keyboard... This sucks...

Bloody 'ell, it's a Molotov Cocktail...

I was looking for a new moniker to do my so-called side project, dabbling more in sampling and electronic stuff rather than the full on pop-rock-slut-rock-funk-whatever of the 78 Love Experiment and the country-metal of Spooning With Satan (Actually, all we do in SWS are guzzle beer at Bencoolen Street Kopitiam and leer at fat-bottomed girls than anything else.)

The whole Lounge Lizard shtick hadta go. So, the genius writing this thought of something like "Molotov" as in molotov cocktail. Something short, bright and explosive. Fucken cool, innit?

Unfortunately, someone in Mexico is already using the name. Bollocks man... This sucks..

Anyway, I shouldn't even be typing this since I have nothing posted up for the record... Sigh...

Baby's Got Back...

Alright...

The new poll is up and running for the next 2 weeks plus. Go tell your grandma...

My Boyz' Rockumentary...

Part of my drinking posse, Billy, Jason Siau and Gavin did their FInal Year Project together which was a rockumentary about the local music scene, "Radio Forgot To Play My Favourite Song". I've seen it. It's pretty decent. Nicely shot. However, there wasn't much content and substance to it, I felt. Then again, it might not be their fault as there could be not much to begin with in the scene in the 1st place.

Doing the Asian Squat

Found this on Sujin's blog. Pretty funny...

A "documentary" on how to "do the Asian squat"

Chekkit...

Hang the DJ, hang the DJ...

Lookit what I've found on the Net, Mommy!!!

A freeware mp3 mixer that allows you to mix your tunes like a club DJ. Now you can whip up your personal storm of drum n bass rave-ups or simply throw your fave Beng techno tracks.

Download the software from Mixvibes

Help to select some H.A.I.R. candidates

Currently, I have 3 on my list and perhaps you guys out there can help me think of a few more names...?

I'm too arse to think about it anyway.

Am going to finally catch "28 Days Later" soon with Lolo who was of course disappointed with the lack of excessive and over the top gore in "Underworld". Really, Kate Beckinsale looks damn petite, barely looking as if she barely stood at 1.6 metres. How exactly petite she is; you gotta ask her husband, Len Wiseman (lucky bastard) who happens to be the director of this marginally acceptable flick. Pretty cool concept but bad execution lets it down finally.

Hmmm, I don't think I should relate the story which Bernard shared last night. Something regarding floating turds drifting along the floor of MRT station toilets. Oopsss....

Lolo was telling me last night I needed a new hobby besides drinking. Any suggestions?

Run, Lola. Run.

Happy Birthday to my mate, Jason Ong. To his credit, he got me into Centro's new offshoot club, Lola last night. There were shitloads of drinks as usual when he goes partying. Anyway, I didn't really think that Lola was that all great. Well, at least I can say that "been there, done that, bought the T-shirt".

Am I really getting old, tired of clubbing??

Going out to watch "Underworld" now. Heard bad reviews about it. Gotta prepare Bernard and Lolo for it.

The BRC series part 1

I have always hated those fucken clerks and storemen who downgraded during their National Service tenture and yet boasted about what they do in the army. Like as if filing some reports and counting some store equipment made them the most feared person in the army. You know who they are; you definitely talked to a few in your lives.

Of course, there are those who went to the Officer Cadet Course by purely academic merit without the amptitude and physical constitution to back it up. As usual, they have their own macho stories to tell about how they survived the treacherous terrains of Brunei, etc and how they suffered under the strict training while they were cadets.

However, they all are wrong... Like what my bunkmate, Cheong Ji Chung would say, "I am the most garang motherfucker in the whole SAF." And he was right. While others were living their pipe dreams of authority, we were sleeping in our bunks or lying in our hammocks outfield, cooking a pot of instant noodles under no supervision and no stress. It was like a 2 year camping trip, I'd say. Normally, that would shut the abovementioned camps up. Losers...

Anyway, these are a few photos I took when I met up with some of my army mates...


Honestly, Backstreet Boys need not fear the influx of this boyband.
From left: Melvin, Roy, Alan (He was one of our specialists/ sergeants) aka DJ Slob, "Eugene Desmond Alex" Koh Lip Peow and Jeremy


From left: Jeremy again, Khai aka King Cock Wong, Me, Kevin "Probably the world's 1st metrosexual" Ang and Melvin yet again






From left: Preston (He was a signal specialist staying opp our bunks but hung out with us very often), Ecphine (Kevin's bitch), Alan and Khai


Before going to the U.K., Lip Peow would most prolly say in Hokkien, "Si mi lan lai eh, eh sai jia eh boh?"
But of course, after getting a higher education in U.K., he'd be more inclined to ask, "Perchance, is that thing edible? Y' alright, mate?"




Extras from "28 Days Later"


Melvin does his best impression of the new Californian Governor...


From left: Kevin and Cheong)
Kevin expresses his surprise at Cheong's ability to fondle himself in public which came as no surprise to the rest of us...

Higher Ground...

I think that in the past few posts over these 2 weeks have been way too graphic intensive. So, I guess I'd switch back to doing some text-based stuff for a while

Recently, I have been following my colleague around, running all over Singapore. Been to places that I had been before, especially all those weird industrial estates tucked in different corners of the island.

But of course, when it rains, he begins to slack as well. So, we ended up driving around aimlessly but hey, it was fun. Actually, it allowed me to see and appreciate certain things that I din even know existed in Singapore itself. Fucken frog in a well aye?

Since it was raining yesterday, my colleague went to visit his friend at the SAF Yacht Club. As usual, I tagged along. After I had a smoke, I couldn't find the bugger and started looking around for him. Standing opposite JB, it was pretty nice and rustic. Looking at waves and all that shit.

In any case, I found the bugger linefishing behind some yachts with his friend. Fucker... Then he passed a hook to me to try. It looked pretty fun and I was a fishing virgin, never touched a hook, line or sinker in my life. Was inspired by my colleague. The bugger dumped the line and within 5 seconds, caught something!!! Fuck!!! I knew I hadta try.

It was pretty simple but fun. Eh, I am an urban animal, not a kampung boy. So all this shit is new to me. I caught around like, 4 fish which I dun even know what species or breed they are. But to me, it's official... Fish are up there with chicken as the world's stupidest animals. Chickens have like a 5 seconds memory span. Sorry, Sujin. Heheheh...

I had to squat down to fish at times and my jeans was worn pretty loose. Thus, half my arse was peeking outta my jeans. Hey, it looked like as if I was moonin' Malaysia... and perhaps, my parting gift to the outgoing Prime Minister. Thought I'd just share that...

Genetic Habit

My friend, Clifton's band, Genetic Habit just got their album, "From Outside" released by BigO as part of its 18th anniversary. Congratulations man!!!

I've heard the demo EP last year. To be honest, I had mixed feelings about it. I'm not too sure if it was the production that bugged me. But I like the 5th track, "School's Out" quite a fair bit as it showcases a level of maturity in arrangement and programming on Clifton's part. I heard that he was doing some music production over the last year. So, I guess this is the fruit of his labour...

Click on the picture to read the interview he had with Bigo online.

The Not-so-Amazing Race

No, that's not a trashbin beside Lolo

The story behind this photo:
Me and my good friend, Wen Chye but everyone calls him Lolo were returning from our 12 days backpacking trip in Thailand last June. We were at the airport since 4 am waiting for our flight but we were conned by the agency which we booked our tickets. We din know we were on the waiting list, instead of getting confirmed tickets on the Air India (yes, we flew that since it was the cheapest) flight. So we hung around the airport, sleeping on our backpacks in front of the check-in counter. I know, very Amazing Race-like...

In any case, we got our seats thankfully... cuz we ran outta cash to last another day.

Lolo had too much stuff to carry in his backpack while I couldn't possibly squeeze "The Drum of Doom" (yes, it has a name...) into my backpack. So we had to hand carry our stuff onto the plane and we thought it was absolutely hilarious. However, the custom officers weren't too fazed to see two guys carrying a drum and a trashbag (that's Lolo's extra luggage). They were probably expecting nuclear arsenals or something.

I think I need to update this...

Yup, looks like I haven't updated the blog in a few days... and my head feels too giddy now to do anything. I think I should lay me down to sleep like now...

Been out the whole day. Was at Andy's place jamming. No ventilation can really fuck you up damn bad. So word of advice: dun cope youeself in a room with 5 person and smoke up the whole place til you can breathe properly... It's bad...

Oooh my head...

The 78 Love Experiment (live in NUS, Law Faculty Moot Court) photos - part 3

The last in the Moot Court Series. I'd probably start with something else soon. Perhaps, those photos I took when I backpacked to Koh Phanghan with Lolo last year.

Live in NUS Moot Court









I still love the way he bloody stands in this photo!!!

Once again, thanks to those who came to support us on that night. It was great fun and we hope to do it again, hopefully soon if we can get someone to allow us to play somewhere...

H.A.I.R. of the month: Krista Allen

Yup, Miss Allen won this month's so-called award by a strong margin of 40%. The lovely Shannon Elizabeth got zlich votes (sigh, poor thing... ) while Namie Amuro had a paltry 4%. Though my favourite Taiwan Ah Lian, Elva Hsiao had only 22% of the votes, it wasn't enough to challenge this month's winner. That leaves Stifler's Mum aka Jennifer Coollidge to be the strongest contender at 31% and makes me wonder what kinda people I really know.

The Animal Resort

I was roaming the countryside (or whatever is left of it in Singapore) with my colleague in the company van this afternoon. We ended up in Seletar, near Jalan Kayu. We found this haven for orphaned animals and it was like a mini-zoo, the Animal Resort. Very nice and quaint.

They were selling puppies. Saw a coupla Jack Russell pups that were bouncing up and down like Gummi Bears. Damn cute... but they were damn noisy as well. Hehehe. There is a fenced up pen where a horse and 2 billy goats are residing. A small donation gets you a pack of animal feed. It's sooths to see peacocks, chickens (some looked damn weird), turkeys and geese running all over the place. (And me and my colleague were talking about where to eat roasted pigeongs in JB. Ha!!!) I believe there is an emu too. Nice. The flamingos have their own fenced area as well. The hamsters, guinea pigs and rabbits are tucked away in their petting corner.

Sweet place. Wish I had the bloody transport to go back again...

The 78 Love Experiment (live in NUS, Law Faculty Moot Court) photos - part 2

Everybody needs some love now and then...


Weiyuan: Yes, go ahead, tell the world my BMI is over 25...


(I can't think of anything funny to say here)


This is probably our favourite as this is the funniest. Check out the stance of that leg maaaan...

Tommorrow, we shall have the last in the series for The 78 Love Experiment: Live in the Moot Court Series and of course, our Children Day's special: H.A.I.R. of November.

Stay tuned and be good little boys and little girls...