jungle warfare

I booked out on a Saturday afternoon again. Thanks to the conjunctivitis outbreak, we had massive area cleaning for the whole morning and now our bunk smells like hospital. It seems like sispec is infected with all kinds of disease. Different coys have different kind of outbreak and according to the MO, our coy pawned everyone in PLC: highest number of soldiers attend C.

Field camp was damn fun. But it would be more fun if it didnt rain and our section commander didnt have sore eyes. I learnt alot during these 3 days in the jungle. I saw a trip flare for the first time and it was so damn beautiful. As a section we were tasked to set up a controlled trip flare at a junction. Thanks to my section, they saboh me to set it up. Even though i passed the tech test for trip flare, i confused it with claymore mines, so I wasted 20 mins of my time figuring out how. So in the end, my section mate took over me.

So we waited and waited, halfway through we saw students from nearby NTU taking their graduation photos. Clean, odour-free, pretty girls, civilians, knn. But still seeing the trip flare lighting up the whole night sky is an experience. The whole thing just exploded right in front of us, blinding me for a few seconds.

Fire movement was what we learnt during the camp. Have to bashed through all kinds of vegetation and admist the sounds of blanks fired during our movement, moans and groans could be heard as we tried to avoid the thorny mimosa. My SAW kept getting stuck with the mimosa and since I am a SAW gunner, I am the last man of the whole formation. Due to my incompetence of handling SAW, I was extremely clumsy during the movement. So clumsy I was, that I changed lane and almost shot at my friend. Got fucked severely by my PC, hahah.

Talking about SAW, I learnt how to operate and be confident with it the hard way. I misfired once during unloading of weapons. Because SAW function differently from M16 and SAR21, it was more prone to misfire. My SAW had 2 bullets stuck in the chamber, one expended and the other the opposite. So i attempted to clear it and instinctively I switch it to SAFE and took out my magazine. So i did and the next thing i knew, one round fired off. Again, got fucked. Almost cldnt go home this weekend and my name was recorded in the "shit-list" But SAW is an orgasmic weapon. With a gentle touch on the trigger, many many many bullets flew out. I emptied my whole mag in less than 15 seconds. Surprisingly, I was the only person in my section who managed to achieved orgasm firing the weapon. The others managed to jam the weapon or cldnt cock it when they tried the SAW.

Last day of field camp was the best. Our section commd came back. Training then became a stroll in the park. Our section health frequently(health is the codename for smoking hahah) with other section. Instead of "taking 5", we took 30. When we see OC driving in his rover, we will do a 'W' handsign, denoting wayang. In hokkien we called it, "zhou hee", meaning wayang. We will pretend we are shagged, sometimes we would pretend to be having AAR(after action review) and once in a while we would be running to take cover whenever OC appears. Have so much fun.

1 field camp over, 2 more to go. I am going to apply what I have learnt for monday's section live firing and fortunately I'm a SAW gunner again. What i'm afraid of is that I might shoot at my friend or worst still the opposite. But its ok, the SAW loves me.

On a different tangent, I finally got my guitar setup. My guitar teacher gave me a gd discount. It doesnt go off tune that often and my palm mute sounds better now. The clean sound seems to be softer but I'm ok with it. I will just save up and buy a new set of pickups, hopefully by the end of my trainee life.

im off to listen to bic runga crooning over my speakers and enjoying my last bits of late night supper.

Somebody's Daughter.

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky


Booking in tonight, field camp will start. Can't pass SOC, no silver for ippt, my kneecap is still painful when i run, no motivation to become a section commander, dont even desire to don chevrons on my arms. But i make it through whenever I thought of your sweet voice and smile. Want to forget but can't forget. Why didn't you reply me???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

7 more weeks.

1. This weekend is my longest outside camp. Since i went into sispec, I had to stay an extra night due to regimental duties and not obtaining silver for ippt.

2. everyday in sispec is mind-fuck. although the instructors can be extremely friendly and allows many canteen breaks, they can be damn volatile too. Like the book out i had on Saturday night. it was both body and mind fuck. fuck everywhere until i book out all in mud.

3. physical training is tough. sweating before breakfast is normal, running 1-2km to SOC start point is only warm up. Running 4km is a workout for most of us but then to the PTI its only warm up as we need to do all 3 combat physical training after the run. every fucking place we go, we will either run, fast march or march round and round until we stop.

4. everything in SOC is upsized. i ran 700m like mad, only to bang the wall at the first obstacle.

5. food in sispec is really nice. the soup is the best. I chiong for 2 bowls everytime.

6. accommodation is better at sispec. Everything there looks so non-military. I like.

7. Doing a parade rehearsal before our navigation exercise is fucked up. doing it for a general whom we do not even know is even more fucked up. Informing us the night before is extremely extremely fucked up. It caused so much stress the next day that my enciks had a quarrel with the SSM. But what to do? our csm say suck thumb lor. I do it out of respect for the rank, not the person.

8. There's a female trainee in F coy that looks pretty cute. but too bad she's married(i heard)

9. I have one whole stack of handbooks, training manuals and guidebooks in my cupboard. I thought we wouldn't be studying anything in the army, but i was so wrong.

10. my platoon mates are all damn competitive. Most of them have silver and gold for ippt while i only have a pass. Seeing them breezing through the SOC makes me fed-up.

11. Bathing after lights out is normal. It becomes worse if you are a platoon i/c(we call it LPS in sispec) or company i/c(LSM in sispec). I was only a section i/c and i slept 2 hours after lights out just to settle some admin stuff.

12. 3 days navigating around the jungle convinced me not to chiong for ASLC or any infantry vocations. GIVE ME AIRFORCE, MP, OR ANYTHING THAT DOESNT HAVE TO DO WITH THE DAMN JUNGLE.

13. 7 more weeks to the end of BSLC. hopefully they post me somewhere else. PLEASE!

O-EM-EFF-GEE!! BLOCK LEAVE's OVER. GAHH!

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Ahem.
Sorry for my dramatic start.
But who doesn’t go crazy when you know your 10 days of civilian life is going to be over?

Damn, I heard there’s IPPT during the 1st week and I’ve been resting on my laurels for 10 days already.

Damn, my muscles are getting softer. Bah!

How to pass?

Hai.

Suffer in Silence and Plus Extra Confinement lor

Here we go again.

*beep*, *beep* , I *beep*, *beep* pass out liao!

Alas, my block leave is in effect. No more army for 10 days. It’s something to rejoice about eh? But then again, it’s pretty agonizing to think about the impending future for the next 1 ¾ years of National Service. I could imagine myself trembling on Friday as I check my postings. Perhaps, the army could allow us to hit F5 to refresh the page if we didn’t like our postings.

Ah, it’s a game, a game of randomness. I’m dreaming again, dang.

But life’s full of random stuffs, isn’t it? It could change your mood, your destiny, your whatever, the list goes on. It kind of makes things unexpected. It makes life more thrilling and unpredictable. It gives life a purpose, hence its beauty.

I could imagine some random institution sending me a letter that says I’m short listed for their scholars programme or maybe somebody I have been infatuated or lost contact with chats up with me at some random time of the day and making me smile with bouts of nostalgia. I could also just go banging on my table and shout, knnccb f this and f that at some random time, in some random place with some random people. The list goes on and on and it will neither be exhaustive nor definitive.

Do you see the beauty of it? The randomness in life? Without it, life would be pretty much boring and bleak. Scientifically, Man would not evolve because without randomness, life will be pretty much the same. Man would not explore further, civilization remained stagnant and the world will be a primitive place.

But yet, with randomness, people’s lives are at stake too. Natural disasters, scientific errors and on the contrary of the above paragraph, Man explores deep enough to develop killing machines to finish his own kind. Sad but true.

Ah, it’s all random, random and random. Unpredictable, surprising and arbitrary; life’s beautiful, aint it?

Ok, enough of my random ramblings.

Anyway, amidst all the female musicians I saw on youtube, I found one which has the most potential of being my girlfriend.

Nah, in my dreams only. But among all the females guitarists I have seen, most of them have the worst stoned face expression I’ve ever seen, some of them played without any soul at all and some are cleavage baring.

But anyway, this Korean lady is covering Larry Carlton’s Bubble Shuffle and she is using a Fender Strat.

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you wake up every morning, just in time to watch the dark sky and the stars glitters. Somewhere across the horizon, the sun breaking out. Birds chirping, reminding you of home. But when you think of home, you think of your bed and when you hear the chirping sounds, you know its morning but you would just cover your blanket over your head, clutch your favourite soft toy and go back to sleep.
How nice.

Shouts bellowed from somewhere. My dreams of my own room and my home vanished. I see people running around, dazed. Somehow, I was moving. I couldn't feel my legs but I know I was running. Images of my friends, people I know and love, my room, my soft toys and my blanket threatened to make me fall.
I stopped.
I looked up, the skies still littered with stars. This has been my best comfort. The only thing that is beautiful and magnificent, the only thing that reminded me about the beauty of life.

I looked ahead. My arms swinging back and forth. I was convinced I wasn't mad. I was moving in steps together with people that were as dazed as me. They were people, aesthetically beautiful in their own forms, civilized and healthy.

They were my friends, my buddies, my acquaintances.

I woke up again to the dark skies once more, this time with a strange feeling. My foot tattered with dying skin cells and clotted wounds. My muscles stretched to its limit. Images of my home do not appear often but they still do and haunt me when I looked at the dazzling lights from across the sea. I have grown sick from hearing the loud roar of planes flying over us. And sometimes, I do wonder if people inside the plane could see us, awed at how miniature things could get from above and their beauty too.

My bunk was quieter when I woke up. 3 of us had left, forever not healthy anymore. In their own form, they have become uglier. Their backs deformed, blood vessels not working, the beauty of life for them tarnished.

Back to the present, the 24km route march was an experience. Experience that I would not want to go back again, ever. But could I? Graduation is in 3 days time and I am glad i do not have to board a ferry and go to an island so detached from everything. I spent my time in empathy, understanding the workings of SAF, how individuals can sometimes feel so numb.

But whatever it is, it is a rite of passage. Like the quote I always see when I book in, "Its not what you leave behind, its what you gained in the days ahead."

Something Good

Something good, an annual charity busking festival will be held from the 9th to the 17th of June. How nice. I can spend my 2 weeks block leave watching good street performers. Furthermore, the Arts Festival is also underway, which will make my block leave enjoyable. =D The sad thing is most of the performances during the Arts Festival is not free. =(

Anyway, not going to blog much. I'm going to pass out soon and this week will be my graduation route march. Hopefully, time passes this fast and 2 years will be over.

Videos ahead.

Ling. She will be performing during the busking festival and she's good. She writes like Bic and sings like Jewel(or so i think) and has the sweetness like Norah Jones.


Together with Amanda Tee. Heard Amanda is from CJ. (she still in J2) I heard rumors that there's this female guitarist from CJ by the name Amanda that can shred since last year. Maybe this is the same Amanda. Her website.

I know its getting pretty irritating to any frequent readers here that I'm talking about Bic Runga again. I hope nobody thinks I'm falling in love with her and tries to stalk her. hahaha! I'm really impressed with her talents. I have not heard a good female vocalist and songwriter since Jewel or Norah Jones or maybe Corrinne May or Rachel Yamagata. She's from New Zealand and she has Maori blood. The last time she came to Singapore was 1997 and hopefully she flies here again.

Anyway, Bic has an elder sister called Boh. She's pretty good but i still prefer Bic's music.

Bic Runga - Something Good


Bic Runga - Get Some Sleep


Bic Runga - Sway. I finally found the MV and she looked damn funny with her short hair sia.


My favourite song from Bic's latest album, Winning Arrow.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=mlgi3iA_0Ws

And this is Steve Vai performing with Nelly Furtado. They are performing I'm Like a Birdddd.

"I'm likee a birdddd!"




And so this is the end of yet another post and sadly I will be back in there for another 5 days. Its really depressing and like one of my pltn mates had said, every book in is like PMS, just that we males called it a different name. We called it the pre-book in syndrome. Your mood just dropped tremendously and no matter how much inspiring music u play, it just cannot lift your spirit.

HAI

I survived sia.

Nabei, i can't believe I was in the jungle on a Saturday and then rushed like mad back to our bunks and prepared our bags to book out without bathing for a full 3 days.

Imagine how we stink sia.

I thought after our field camp, SIT Test wont be a problem. BUT i was so damn wrong. Field camp was heaven compared to SIT test(compared to Ninja coy, ours was total heaven). It was so damn tiring during the whole damn test as we moved from checkpoint to checkpoint. Then along the way we have to leopard crawl plus we got arty drills, depending on the officers' and sergeants' mood and then when walking to our next checkpoint, we would get lost somehow and got more tired. Sometimes along the way, some of the ppl in the team will get shot and then we have to carry the casualty to the next checkpoint. When we got tired we dropped the casualty and we have to go back again and restart.

I was so damn shagged sia, feel like giving up throughout the whole SIT test. But nevertheless I finished my SIT Test and BMT is so much easier now. I heard N coy had a bad time during their field camp. They had their field camp while we had our 4 days break and it rained almost everyday and the heaviest i think was Tuesday night. They didn't even get their canteen break and they had RO till 10.30pm. We had free time from 6pm to the next morning after our field camp. Ahaha.

Sian mann, i miss home every now and then sia. Tml have to book in again, next week booking out on a saturday again. Hai, I realise time is the thing I always take for granted sia. Its not really the comfort of the air con, my bed or the fresh food i get in civilian life. Its time sia. I got so little time everytime I book out, its beginning to be very difficult to do the things I enjoy during my civilian life. Like now, I book out few hours ago and I have to book in tml's evening and I have alot to do for my next book in. In the end I have to cancel my spiderman 3 movie and I can't watch tml either.

Damn it sia, i NEED more time.

Never mind, only 2 years nia.

I'm Back.

I am so crazy over Bic Runga. I even went to amazon.com and ordered her album when i can't find them at gramophone. Brilliant songwriter, soothing voice and charismatic, I'm still waiting for her to fly to Singapore and perform. Somehow i think she bears a certain resemblance to Jacintha Abisheganaden.

These 2 songs are my favourite. "Listening to the Weather" from Beautiful Collision album has very beautiful lyrics, a good vision of life and the love in it and "Sway" from the Drive album.

"Listening to the Weather"


"Sway" Not her actual video, but the background music is from her album. The lady in the video is not Bic but someone who is lip-syncing her.


I just got back from my 2 weeks confinement and enjoying my 4 days break. Field camp was an experience that I will never forget. It was more mentally tormenting than physically strenuous. Many of my platoon mates broke down, especially when digging the shell-scrape.

Argh, many more days to march 2009. damn it.

Bic Runga and Ana Free

BIC RUNGA!!

Sway is my favourite but she doesnt have a MV for it. This is the best live quality i can find.


This is Ana Free doing a cover of Sway.


And this song called Drive by Bic Runga is the song that made Bic famous.



Hai Today is my book in day, sian.

Bloody Conscript Army

There you go,
I'm a conscript now.
obligated to serve the nation and stuck in a far far place in the south china sea.
I am in B coy now or Bronco Company, the only company to have warrant officers as our platoon commanders.
All of them the same one, damn vulgar. The platoon 4 PC is the worst. All the tattoos spread over his arms and every single sentence got the F-word. Our OC also damn funny. Instead of pronouncing lanjiao properly, he keep saying lap cheong (he's an indian so dun blame him). Now because of that, my platoon is crazy over saying lap cheong.

My platoon also damn funny. u know every night the tekong night very starry one. can see the moon so clearly, can see the glittering stars and sometimes faint light from a distant planet can be seen too. anyway, we were falling in after night snack and as usual our sergeants were missing. So some of the ppl in the platoon start doing a hand motion and sang "Pei Wo Qu Kan Liu Xing Yu"(watch the shooting stars with me). They did it for around 3 times and a plane flew by. Because at night, there are lights at the fuselage of the plane, so it looks like stars flying by in the night sky. SO, my platoon mates all went "WOW!!" damn hilarious lah.

then there was conflict already in my platoon. like this person who always like to be the right marker during fall in and also he talks alot. So we called him RM, a.k.a right marker a.k.a recruit major a.k.a no. 1. Then one of my pltn mates got pissed off because he kana guard duty due to someone's SBO. He almost want to punch the guy lor. Then another incident was that our corporal saw someone pouring water from our platoon level. He asked all of us to come down and ask who did it. nobody replied what, so we kana fucked. So as usual, everyone was angry, everyone was suspecting everyone.

next week is the last week of ptp liao. so fast sia, how i wish ptp dun end so fast. im dreading bmt lor, it would mean less admin time, night pt and many more shit, summore i have another 12 days stay-in in 2 weeks time. argh! After thinking of the goals i wanna achieve in NS, i have decided to chiong for guards. I heard its very tough, everyday must chiong-sua down there but nothing beats the experience of fighting war in a chopper and rappel down from it and go fight a war. Also, i heard during the guardsmen survival training, u must kill a snake and drink its blood. But i want to wear the khaki coloured beret and don a guards tab on my left shoulder.

hahah, now its my long weekend, shiok ah!

BYEBYEBYE!

IM GOING OFF TO THE ARMY. SEE YOU PEOPLE IN 2 WEEKS TIME. BYE BYE!

A casualty of my own incompetence.

What if i tell you that this post is filled with depressing, angst ridden thoughts? Would you want to read on and listen to my self-deprecating comments on my life? Probably you would, because you wanted to read how pitiful and depressing this guy actually is and maybe had a good sneer in front of your computer's screen whilst chain of thoughts whizzed past your Grey matter in your skull.

Depressed, however does not necessarily mean sad or low in spirits, even though they are the conventional definition for that particular emotion. But it is also synonymous to being discourage; a sense of hopelessness and low self confidence.

But what exactly am I trying to say here? You must be wondering and probably expecting me to start off with a self-pity remark. I could have typed my wish to end my life so as to escape the realities of life because my results were bad even though i have a perfect family and life or maybe I could have typed that I am much healthier, full of vigour in real life but I am still unsuccessful and unhappy in life because what matters in this society is your education qualifications.

But come on, self-pity is for losers. Period.

It does amaze me that self-pity is a trait in which humans indulges in to find solace. Most of us do it subconsciously, some do it to find comfort. But this is not my point in writing this blog entry. My point is simple, i did badly for my A levels and i decided that to start off with a self-pity, depressing post about my bad results would turn people off. At the same time, I have been going through some introspective thoughts on my results and the only thing i could think of is that I am a casualty of my own incompetence.

Anyhow, I went for my last day of work on Thursday. I was reluctant to leave actually but both clement and I have no choice because we are going to be conscripted in 2.5 weeks time. Last meal there was sumptuous and the people there were as heartwarming as usual. I was pretty surprised that they actually gave us parting gifts and that really really touched me. Handshakes were exchanged when we left and it was emotional(HAHA but i wasnt joking). Fortunately, clement tore down the shelves as we were about to leave. We have to stayed back for 30 mins to move back the shelves and the files. It was tiring but we didnt mind.

Memories.....

Hmm..

Hello!
Its been ages since i last blog huh?
Damn it! I'm losing my readers!
But come to think of it, who would really want to read about the life of an average joe?

Anyway, i stumbled onto this website which amazes me because it really do justice to my motto, "Think Simple". Simple diagrams like them speaks more than i write on this post. Go and visit it @ http://www.indexed.blogspot.com .

I finally bought a new guitar. Unfortunately it isn't Ibanez JEM. My guitar belongs to the family of Ibanez Prestige series. Although its pickups are stock pickups from Ibanez, i love its tremolo lock. Beautiful, sexy and well polished, the Edge Pro tremolo lock is not to be messed with. It keeps ur strings in tune even after hours and hours of wanking with the whammy bar.

Headstock of my new axe. You can see my tremolo lock.















My axe's bed!














The bridge part of the tremolo lock. I know its not parallel to the body but luckily the tech guy helped me fix this.















Welcome to the family, heh.














Well, of course like every new stuff i bought, i have difficulties using the guitar initially. This machine is more complex than my old guitar because my old guitar is a fixed bridge while my new one is a floating bridge. Therefore, tuning the strings is a hassle and takes more time now and when changing a new set of strings, i have to be extra careful because im using more tools to change. When i first started using it, i have to tune it every 30 mins and it was extremely annoying but soon after it got better after the guitar tech guy taught me the essentials. =D

Ok, enough of guitars lah. I'm always talking about guitars, music and more music and it probably bore most of you off because i know you want to know more about my life. haha! Anyway, clement and I are going to work for the last week next week. I've never regretted going there to work and in fact im so grateful to be there. Besides the experiences gained from there, it has also showed me that the society is not that bad as it seems. The people are so nice, really nice(maybe because we are still kids, heh) but we do quarrel with them but in a more slap-stick manner, like Dilbert comics and the office show on arts central.

Probably going back there when i finish NS.

Anyway, i watched 2 new films this month. Both of them pretty sucked


I know nothing about Ghostrider being a character from Marvel comics but that doesnt mean i will not understand the movie. The movie has an extremely lousy plot and besides Nicholas Cage, i dont like any actors/actresses in there at all. The only thing that complements it is the CGI effects. Dont watch it unless you are a big fan of CGI effects.





Jack Neo's Just Follow Law did not do as good as his previous films. It is about 2 person, Lee Teng Zui(Gurmit Singh) and Tanya Chew(Fann Wong) exchanging their souls due to a freak accident. Along the way, the ironies of being a public servant and an insight look of the workings of endless hierarchies in a govt office is slowly pointed out to the audiences from the 2 main characters and their acquaintances using parodies and slap-stick humor. Personally, i think the parodies in this movie is really pathetic and some of them are really old. Jokes such as the CCTV-Gomez thing was used in a very distasteful manner. But of course there are a few memorable and humorous ones which would still tickle our funny bone. On the brighter side of things, the performance by the actors in the film managed to save the film. It was very fresh watching Fann Wong acting a very different character and personality in her years in showbiz. I especially like her crying scene at the last part of the movie because it was so raw, so honest. Love it. This time round, memorable figures like Mark Lee and Patricia Mok were not present but they were replaced by the quirky, law abiding Indian security guard. Watch out for him! Even though the plot manages to bring its point out, it has some difficulties ending the story. The ending was really horrible, it was as if the scriptwriter wanted a twisted ending but decided that he couldn't think of one, so he finishes off with a happy ending. bah! Watch it if you have money to spare.

I recommend anyone who is reading this to watch these movies. Its a must WATCH!

and also not to forget Donnie Darko. Heh! Im going to jchua hse to watch it tonight, yay!

Mosaic Music Festival

Ok this is a badly edited picture. You can see the uneven edges and the slanted border. Well its my first time using Adobe Photoshop since 10000 years ago.

And finally,
I have been waiting for this for 2 years already! This year, the festival will feature both local and foreign talents through jazz, world music, soul, electroclash, hip-hop and more. WOW! But i hate hip-hop and some of the traditional music from certain groups but there's always other artists that would compliment that! On top of that, i get to watch Rani Singam perform! She's a lawyer turned full time singer and was once dubbed the Nightingale of Raffles Girls' School! Our very own local jazz singer. BUT, i was so shocked when i heard that she's performing for the kids! WHAT THE HELL! =( . C'mon do u think the kids will actually appreciate and enjoy the jazz musician? Bah!

Call sistic now and buy those tickets!

http://www.mosaicmusicfestival.com















Just like how Singapore needs more street musicians, we need more street graffiti like this and this. They could liven up our streets with more improv-actors walking around, like them.

And..
Before I die or anyone who is reading this,
All of u should go watch the movie Donnie Darko. I have not watched it yet but its on the list of top 55 things u should do before u die and the movie's website is uber awesome. Winner of numerous awards, you should not hesitate to visit it.















Nice sia!

latest bites :)

I've realised why i should'nt change my blog layout and stick with the customized layouts done by blogger. New layouts from blogskins.com makes my life more difficult than ever. I can't even edit the HTML codes through the blogger's new tool, thus this new layout will remain as it is.

I still felt dejected and frustrated when I saw the price tag for the Ibanez JEM. How in the world would I be able to afford it? A couple of weeks ago, I went for my first day of work, thinking that at the end of the month I would be able to save up enough to buy that guitar.

"Finally, a job that is reliable and stable."

Fresh out of school, I thought having a job would be good before enlisting into the army. I went there with abit of over-enthusiasm because I was bent on working to my objective, my new electric guitar.

Still grinning, I decided to drop by at Swee Lee Music Store at Bras Basah Complex after work. I just could'nt stop thinking about it. My fanactism was so powerful that I could'nt control the urge of going there. I fantasized about how I would be able to produce the colourful, warm and thick tone Steve Vai always manages to produce.

There it was, gleaming in its whiteness. The pine tree of life on the fretboard was glowing, as if it was motioning me over. Its surreal scream and tone transcends all of human imagination.

Then, I saw this piece of paper hanging on the tuning pegs. It was'nt supposed to be there. I thought if this were to be part of the guitar, then it would be a fashion disaster for the looks department. The content on the paper seems to be clearer with every blink of my eyes.

It was like how a boy would feel when a girl rejected him. That feeling of lost, unwanted and broken soon overwhelmed me.

Tears soon welled up in my eyes...

***

ok. i was bored.

My Love.......so far away.

ka ni na bu chao chee bye....

Yes.
U cannot see meh.
I damn angry now.

I saw my first love
My heart melts
My world stopped moving at that instance.

I watched how she stood there.
Gleaming
Her skin so smooth, so pale.
Her body so solid, very slim and beautiful.

I like the way she turns me on.
But when i saw her with another man,
I was feeling damn cheebye.

ka ni nah bei chao chee bye - i thought.

all my love for her gone down the drain.
bitch
I've waited for her for years.

Everyday, i will travel to Bugis just to see her
I will stand by the window, watching her,
standing there minding her own business.

Many men lust for her.
but i know its just because they are damn horny.
But limpeh?
I'M FOR REAL!
I GIVE U TRUE LOVE.

I know i cannot afford to live with u.
I'm poor, i have so many problems with my family and all.
My family hates u, they hate u so much.
But i'm prepared to leave them for u.
I will work hard to live with u forever n ever.

hai.


















I just want to say

I LOVE U, IBANEZ JEM!



This is Ibanez JEM, my first love. Chio or not?













sorry people.
i know i've just wasted a few minutes of ur life. but i just wanna say i'm so pissed off with the ever increasing price of Ibanez JEM. Last year it was 1.7k, now its 4.7k. When will i ever get to play that guitar and be steve vai?

Like i said mann, i will stand at the window of the guitar shop to admire that guitar. Its designed by the legendary musician, Steve Vai. I swear by it and will never buy any other guitars mann. Waited for 1 bloody year and I'm still waiting, damn it.

=(

Chicks that rock!

This girl covered steve vai's song. can u just imagine it? She's holding an Ibanez JEM, played the full song(the crying machine) and she got more balls than me. But she made alot of mistakes here and there, her bending and vibrato was bad and she screwed up at the last part. But whatever it is, it doesnt matter. She's probably like 14 and has the damn courage to perform on stage. bravo man.

note: I would advise anyone who really want to watch this to turn down their subwoofer(but not shut it down) because its either the audio quality in the video that sucked or the band didnt do a good sound check.



for the REAL steve vai version, u can go to http://youtube.com/watch?v=SNrDWdVrnrU

Next is Vixen mann! Vixen is from the 80's and its one of the few female heavy metal bands still surviving. Steve Vai's wife, Pia Vai, was a former bass player of Vixen. \m/

Edge of the broken Heart. My favourite song mann! Too bad, i can't find their MVs anymore.


Crying


oh man. why dont they have this kind of music anymore?

Not Ready To Make Nice

This is why i love the dixie chicks so much.


Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting

I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
*(What it is you think I should)*

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting



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Another long post. Really damn long man. VERY VERY LONG. Even i also buey tahan.

u can skip to the last few paragraphs if u are bored.

I'm so disturbed by the fact that Saddam Hussein has been executed. The videos I saw on msnbc.com showed a man expressing no fear at all and remained defiant even in the hour of his own execution. That defiance reminded me of Herman Goring, the 2nd in command of the Third Reich during the Nuremberg Trials. If u watched the 3 part miniseries of Nuremberg, you will get what i mean. The defiant Goring would wear sun glasses in the courtroom when a witness is presented in the court for the judge, he would not wear the earphones to listen to the testimony of the witness because he did not want to hear the translation and he strongly believes that anti-Semitism in Nazi Germany has no difference between the segregation laws in USA. That defiance brought respect to the fellow defendants(excluding Albert Speer) and boost their confidence in hope of winning the trials. With his practical and quick response to the questions asked about the crimes committed by the Nazis, the defendants won the early rounds of the trials, prompting the allies to change the course of the trials as they were afraid all defendants would be acquitted for crimes against humanity.

Despite being defiant and not remorseful, Saddam was sentenced to death by hanging, just like Herman Goring. Both of them were denied the opportunity to die a soldier's death, i.e by shooting. Both were charged with crimes against humanity, with Goring being the most extreme. Saddam was hanged eventually and Goring committed suicide much to the dismay of the allies.
Even though both committed crimes against humanity, I think both of them deserved the right to choose how they were going to die. However, i am against capital punishment because i believe the notion that no one has the right to be the bearer of death of another, no matter how serious the crime is.

I heard from the news that an Indonesian ferry has just sunk and more than 400 went missing. Its really sad to know that such tragic events can happen 2 days before a new year. The reason why i wrote about this was because I saw waves that went 3 storeys high (or the height of the ferry i was on) when I was in Thailand travelling on a medium size ferry, capable of ferrying 200 or so people. It was cool for a moment lah, some ang mohs went to the top of the ferry to sun-tan thinking that they wont get wet. But in the end, everyone was soaked. The ship didnt rocked as violently as that Indonesian ferry(choy!) but the waves was huge enough and strong enough to engulf us mann. Now it reminds me of the movie, Poisedon, in which a rouge wave capsized the cruise ship, bigger than Titanic. (dunno true or not)

Talking about the Thailand trip, it was fun, no thanks to my uncle(i went there with my uncle). I saw the nice beautiful beaches in Phuket, snorkeled there too and bargain like siao in Hat Yai. I see alot of trans in Hat Yai lor, met one sommore. I didnt know the person there was a trans because the person there looks like some hot Thai girl. Finally when we leaving the shop, my uncle gave that person small sum of tip, initially that person smiled and I was expecting a very feminine thank you. The next moment was quite shocking, coz he replied with 2 palms together said Thank You in Thai in a male voice. I wasnt disrespecting them by appearing shock, i was just shocked lah.

Everything went well in Thailand until the day when lim peh decided to buy a guitar from Hat Yai. I saw a Jem look-alike guitar made by Barracuda. I decided to buy there since its only 400 SGD there and 1700 SGD back home. I was curious why the guitar was made by Barracuda and not Ibanez and i soon realised the pickups on that guitar is not D'Marzio and the wood they used to make the guitar has different quality compared to Ibanez made Jem, thats why it cost only 400 SGD. Anyway, that guitar shop guy has alot of integrity, even though I was a potential customer. He said buying in thailand is actually more ex than Singapore because Thailand charges 200% tax. But nvm, i was too embarrased to buy from him because if i were to buy, it would be like going against good advice.

I decided to go to some old man shop. Thats where i got really pissed off. This old man told me i can't try the guitars with a pick becos he was afraid I would scratch it. I was thinking if its accoustic guitar, its okay without a pick. But with an electric, i need to hear how it sound like when i do pinch harmonics, when i do sweeping on 3 strings, when i palm mute, when i do fast alternate picking. But after awhile, i said nevermind, just let me use without the pick. I thought everything was okay, then this old man started to recoil the wire, off the amplifier and decided not to sell me, even though i told him i would not use a pick. Fuck man, i was so damn pissed. Where got ppl do business like that 1? My uncle told me that night that he believe the old man was like that because he thot i wasn't going to buy, only to try. @#$%

ok lah, this post really damn long liao but i have alot of things to say but i can't blog it here either. I wanna talk about the party i had at my cousin's house, the party with elvan and gang and so on and on. but they are damn draggy. So i just blog what's important.

Anyway, tml is new year liao lor, 2007! And very soon, lim peh going to become a soldier lor, an honour in other countries, maybe here also, but something to drag going to right here. I will be missing alot of my friends also lor, like the chua chu kang cum bukit batok gang, benji+jesse+thatwholegroup of people, elvan and gang, naraen n gang, my guitar buddies, few people from my jc class like xl, bill and xc and of course not forgetting the most impt thing in my life, my guitar! hawhawhaw!

Before the clock strikes 12 tonight ah, limpeh want to thank...(sound very bo liao right, but lim peh loves my peng you mah!) for making this year damn shiok lor.


J chua for introducing to me good music, a gd fren for like 4 years, someone able to go out with and talk nonsense without any strings attached and shawn, clement, yu hsien(he's back from US till tuesday), alvin ong and harshal for the same reasons and we will still remain the chua chu kang cum bukit batok gang. hawhawhaw! (btw alvin ong, j chua pissed with ur november 2005 post. hawhaw, the one which u walked with harshal at westmall)

naraen n winston for being the most crappiest bunch of jokers i ever met. I picked up the hawhawhaw laugh from u guys, the soniyerbitchernayi from u guys and all the crappiest things i ever known and i also started playing CS again becoz of u guys.

benji, jesse, wei yu, xue cong, yanyi, quan you, xing long for being my great buddies in and out of school. For having lunch with me, flag poled me twice this year, video taped my candid moments and putting up on you tube sommore and getting the principals involved, talk cock with me, help me alot in my sch work, understand whats life, asked the girl i like whether she got stead, for calling me monkey, spamming my blog and yes I WILL NEVER FORGET THE DAY U GUYS KIDNAPPED ME BEFORE GRADUATION AND TORTURED ME AFTER THE A LEVELS. haha!

elvan, ivan, wei sin, manoj, dinah, melissa for being my great buddies. We talk alot alot alot of cock everywhere we go and u guys have the greatest sense of humour. I would laugh non-stop with u guys lor. Must thank you guys for being my fashion makeover artist, hawhawhaw and for inviting me to all kinds of freaking fun parties with all the nice drinks.

bill and wt for having paper ball fights with me in class and to practise my hokkien swearing on.
calvin tan, jeremy frois, qing lun and bryan kwek for being great friends even after we left sji
kzh and jasper my internet buddies who has not forget me after we haven met up for so long
and
of course to the girl that i have like for like 1.5 yrs but nvr had the guts to tell her ah. heehee.

hawhaw, thats all man. so damn long, dunno who will read this anyway.