and so i decided that i had to do something that has more meaning in my life.
yesterday, i bought my very own, first electric guitar, with my very own, first amp. don't ask me why, but i just felt that it was about time i picked up an instrument and seriously learnt how to play it well. and since i've always been a fan of classical rock, hard rock, blah blah blah, in which the guitars play an exceptional part in uplifting the songs, i decided to settle for one.
visited swee lee with alfred, merv and suwandi yesterday.. it was huge, and there were choices. took awhile to decide on which guitar to get.. but after lots of talking with alf and the salesperson about which guitar does what, what sound it produces, what song it plays better, i decided to settle for a simple Ibanez. nothing flashy.. just a simple black one.. good for starters.. =)
so here it is. my new year resolution for this year - pick up an instrument and learn to play it fluently, and nothing else matters.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Who Will Stop The Rain
it's tuesday, it's a public holiday, and greetings to all my muslim friends out there who happen to be reading this.
now i booked out last friday, knowing it was going to be a long weekend.. 4 days of holiday till i had to book in again! i thought i was going to enjoy myself.. but the god damned weather hasn't exactly been nice recently. where the hell did all this water come from?! it rained every single day since i booked out! now don't get me wrong, i don't blame the weather or nature or whatever you might call it for this. once again, i blame the army. the bastards who take this country's sons away from their mothers to serve and slave for 2 years. (in my case 2 years and 2 months). no it's not their fault that it's been raining so dreadfully, but it certainly is their bloody fault that i have to look forward to weekends, instead of having the rightful freedom of going out whenever i want to. and as if taking us away from our normal lives wasn't bad enough, they think that by paying us $500+ a month, we can survive?! THIS IS FUCKING OPPRESSION. SLAVERY. hell, even maids earn more working in households.
AND as if all that wasn't bad enough, the people they put in charge of the army are needless to say, fuckers. fuckers who sit by and tell others what to do while they enjoy getting fat, splurging the money that is so rightfully ours. now i don't mean to say that everyone in the army is a fat ass, but there are some.. *cough cough* BRC 7 SIB *cough cough* these people are the epitome of fucker. i cannot think of any word powerfully bad enough to describe the people running this company. and of course, i happen to be serving under these people.
well anyway, it's a public holiday as i said earlier, so let's not ruin the mood. yeah i'm booking in tonight.. so what mood is there to talk about. but i did realise one thing. the closer you are to the end of these 2 years of servitude, the more and more irritated you get by it. you just want out. you just want to stop doing anything for them.
I WANT OUT!!
now i booked out last friday, knowing it was going to be a long weekend.. 4 days of holiday till i had to book in again! i thought i was going to enjoy myself.. but the god damned weather hasn't exactly been nice recently. where the hell did all this water come from?! it rained every single day since i booked out! now don't get me wrong, i don't blame the weather or nature or whatever you might call it for this. once again, i blame the army. the bastards who take this country's sons away from their mothers to serve and slave for 2 years. (in my case 2 years and 2 months). no it's not their fault that it's been raining so dreadfully, but it certainly is their bloody fault that i have to look forward to weekends, instead of having the rightful freedom of going out whenever i want to. and as if taking us away from our normal lives wasn't bad enough, they think that by paying us $500+ a month, we can survive?! THIS IS FUCKING OPPRESSION. SLAVERY. hell, even maids earn more working in households.
AND as if all that wasn't bad enough, the people they put in charge of the army are needless to say, fuckers. fuckers who sit by and tell others what to do while they enjoy getting fat, splurging the money that is so rightfully ours. now i don't mean to say that everyone in the army is a fat ass, but there are some.. *cough cough* BRC 7 SIB *cough cough* these people are the epitome of fucker. i cannot think of any word powerfully bad enough to describe the people running this company. and of course, i happen to be serving under these people.
well anyway, it's a public holiday as i said earlier, so let's not ruin the mood. yeah i'm booking in tonight.. so what mood is there to talk about. but i did realise one thing. the closer you are to the end of these 2 years of servitude, the more and more irritated you get by it. you just want out. you just want to stop doing anything for them.
I WANT OUT!!
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
a new year.
and so i transitioned into another year, alive, well, and rather bored. well then again not really. my new year's eve was spent around town shopping with merv and suwandi.. heh quite interesting to say the least.. and then we went for some battlefield vietnam at paradiz.. to top it all off, we had quite a bit of a war in the last level of serious sam, which we never finished cos it was nearing midnight, and we didn't wanna miss the celebrations.
and so we got out of the place at 11.30 and rushed to the heart of town, not before arming ourselves with 8 cans of the happy sprays. turned out that the black sea was out in even greater numbers than before. this time, we couldn't even muscle our way to the middle of taka.. had to settle for the stretch in front of cineleisure and the meritus mandarin.. but that was good enough
managed to bang some people up pretty good.. lol and merv almost slipped and fell on all the shit that was already on the floor.. it all died down in awhile.. we washed ourselves up at cineleisure and then had a meal at long john's.. the rest of the night.. is just plain history. walking.. walking.. and more aimless walking...
this year, i turned 21. and most people make a big fuss about their 21st birthday.. i sure as hell didn't, but somehow, as i moved on into 2006, i did look back on all the good and bad times that is my life. i miss them all. even the bad times. now that practically everyone i know has become a working adult, i think we'll all be missing something that we know only as our childhood. the times when we could do anything we wanted without a worry in the world, knowing that we would always get away with it.. late nights in the studio, guns, masterplans, buns, suffering under suwandi at the gym, swimming, coffee breaks at the canteen..
those were the days..
and so we got out of the place at 11.30 and rushed to the heart of town, not before arming ourselves with 8 cans of the happy sprays. turned out that the black sea was out in even greater numbers than before. this time, we couldn't even muscle our way to the middle of taka.. had to settle for the stretch in front of cineleisure and the meritus mandarin.. but that was good enough
managed to bang some people up pretty good.. lol and merv almost slipped and fell on all the shit that was already on the floor.. it all died down in awhile.. we washed ourselves up at cineleisure and then had a meal at long john's.. the rest of the night.. is just plain history. walking.. walking.. and more aimless walking...
this year, i turned 21. and most people make a big fuss about their 21st birthday.. i sure as hell didn't, but somehow, as i moved on into 2006, i did look back on all the good and bad times that is my life. i miss them all. even the bad times. now that practically everyone i know has become a working adult, i think we'll all be missing something that we know only as our childhood. the times when we could do anything we wanted without a worry in the world, knowing that we would always get away with it.. late nights in the studio, guns, masterplans, buns, suffering under suwandi at the gym, swimming, coffee breaks at the canteen..
those were the days..
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