Diary of a madman

University life, and the revamp of this fucker

2008-07-04T14:17:00.002+08:00

I'm gonna rant here, and blog intellectually on target="_new">wordpress because of certain issues.

Basically, if you're bored check out blogspot. If you want something provocative, but relatively more intellectual, check out wordpress.

Last note before I stop blogging and start working on my reports, I swear university makes people think too highly of themselves. Some people should never have come to university in the first place.

We have moved!

2006-08-27T18:15:00.000+08:00

We have moved! Redirect all links and URLs to alvyn.wordpress.com!

Why you say?

1. More powerful blogging engine
2. More freedom of customisation
3. Filing system
4. Better looking than blogger
5. Blah blah
6. Monkey penis

Quit asking stupid questions, and just change the links already fools.

HAHAHAAH WTF

2006-08-09T04:32:00.000+08:00

Junyang Posted 2/6/2004
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NUB ANGSTY SUNSET BLOCK 454 16TH FLOOR
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Delete

2006-08-08T23:58:00.000+08:00

The rules:
Bold the statements that are true to you.
Italise the statements that you WISH are true.
Leave the Fibs alone.
Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.

I miss somebody right now.
I don't watch TV these days.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I've tried marijuana.
I have been in a threesome.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
I curse sometimes. (ALWAYS)
I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I'm TOTALLY smart.
I've broken someone's bones.
I'm paranoid sometimes.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I need money right now.
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast. (sometimes!)
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
I like the way I look.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I have a hidden talent.
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have. (Sometimes)
I have a lot of friends.
I am currently single.
I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
Enjoy window shopping.
I would rather shop then eat.
I don't hate anyone.
I'm a pretty good dancer.
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I believe in God.
I watch MTV on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I've rejected someone before.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I want to have children in the future.
I have changed a diaper before.
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.
I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.
I am shy around the opposite sex.
I have tried alcohol before.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
I own the "South Park" movie.
I would die for my best friends.
I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.
I am happy at this moment.
I'm obsessed with guys.
I study for tests most of the time.
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever I can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles.
I spend ridiculous money on makeup.
I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I'm proficient in a musical instrument.
I worked at McDonald's restaurant.
I hate office jobs.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I went to college out of state.
I like sausages.
I love kisses.
I fall for the worst people.
I adore bright colors.
I can't live without black eyeliner.
I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.
I can't whistle.
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've ever written in.
I can't stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I have jazz in my blood.
I wear a toe ring.
I have a tattoo.
I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.
I am a caffeine junkie.
I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.
I have been to over 15 conventions.
I will collect anything, and the more nonsesical the better.
I'm an artist
I only clean my room when necessary.
I like a person of the same sex.
I love being happy.
I am an adrenaline junkie.

Lifehouse - Blind

2006-08-08T00:31:00.000+08:00

I was young but I wasn't naive
I watched helpless as he turned around to leave
And still I have the pain I have to carry
A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried

After all this time
I never thought we'd be here
Never thought we'd be here
When my love for you was blind
But I couldn't make you see it
Couldn't make you see it
That I loved you more than you'll ever know
A part of me died when I let you go

I would fall asleep
Only in hopes of dreaming
That everything would be like is was before
But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting
They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor

After all this time
I never thought we'd be here
Never thought we'd be here
When my love for you was blind
But I couldn't make you see it
Couldn't make you see it
That I loved you more than you'll ever know
A part of me died when I let you go

After all this time
Would you ever wanna leave it
Maybe you could not believe it
That my love for you was blind
But I couldn't make you see it
Couldn't make you see it
That I loved you more than you will ever know
A part of me died when I let you go
And I loved you more than you'll ever know
A part of me dies when I let you go

2006-08-07T21:59:00.000+08:00

taste the steel ;
in pain you kneel ;
for glory we defend .

Of shameful audiences and Thailand

2006-07-19T20:57:00.000+08:00

What's the deal with ungraceful audiences nowadays? Or is it just limited to the audiences on Singapore Idol?

How many times have the audience boo-ed, jeered and mocked the judges when they passed down comments that didn't favour said Idol-wannabe?

Dick: I think this was your worst performance ever.

Audience: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Is this the kind of ungraceful behaviour that we'd want others to judge as by? A bunch of lawless, anarchy-loving, immature fools who can't respect the judges enough to shut up during a live telecast?

Check out the past seasons of American Idol. You don't see such ungraceful behaviour when the judges were giving biting comments.

I guess it comes as no surprise that we're ranked one of the last few in terms of courtesy eh? Kudos to the "Rude Singaporean" that we all are.

Of podcasts and older posts. From camp.

2006-07-17T20:00:00.000+08:00

Okay so I'm posting this from a rather pathetic looking computer in camp which, surprisingly, has a pretty decent internet connection.

I make reference to my previous post, "Of noisy children and useless mothers". I'd like to state that although I really have a rather gigantic axe to grind with kids in general, there are still many nice (ok, fine, QUITE nice) kids around who're quite well-behaved, in a sense that those little pesky twits don't spend their time on the MRT running around in a rather moronic and pointless manner, or scream and whine while watching movies in cinemas. They're relatively well-behaved, and know when to shut up when their parents tell them to. So yes, ku-fucking-dos to them. And their mothers. Who apparantly, taught those little twits a thing or two (probably with an electric dog collar or the ubiquitous CANE or belt.)

For all you cave dwellers (like me) out there, check out mr brown dot com and download his Podcasts, paying particular attention to his podcasts relating to the zhng my car episodes (1 to 10). If you're as easily amused as I am, then I'd suggest that you think twice before downloading them to you iPod, and listening to it on public transport. Yours truly ended up smiling to myself like an absolute idiot on the bus. And yes, people were staring at me as if I had a penis on my forehead.

You play bass ah? Your bass guitar got zhng or not? Got put bass tube?

Oh, and check out the podcast relating to "The Singapore Fei Chang Super Campus Idol Star plus Band show". You will laugh. I assure you. You. Will. Laugh.

Of noisy kids and useless mothers

2006-07-16T12:16:00.000+08:00

So I caught Superman Returns last night at Plaza Singapura with Xiang. The cinema was packed just the way you'd expect it to be on a Saturday night. However, the proportion of kids/mothers/fathers to teenagers/dating couples was absurd. It seemed to be that 75% of the cinema was taken up by kids chaperoned by their parents, 20% of the cinema taken up by groups of teenagers, and the remaining 5% being taken up by dating couples. (Thank God for the wonders of debit card and online booking that enabled me to get a nice corner seat at the last row)

So the movie was great and all, blah blah blah, but it was completely fucking spoilt by the whiny and noisy kids who were screaming their heads off during the show at God-knows-what, or screaming "SUPERMAN!" at every single fucking scene where Clark Kent changed into that uber-gay skin tight spandex costume of his. To make matters worse, the "parents" were doing nothing to control those little spawns of Satan. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. KOSONG.

So basically I had to endure cries of "superfuckingman!" throughout the whole damned movie. Halfway through I couldn't take it anymore, and gave a loud "SHHHHH" when one of Satan's little helpers decided to spew more of his verbal irritance during a particularly tender scene.

It's amazing how "parental instincts" kick in when a "parent" feels that his/her spawn is being threatened. Said Spawn of Satan's mother turned around with an icy killer stare, trying to spot the protagonist (me.) with her uber-l33t nightvision eyesight, with a look that said "You-fucked-with-my-kid-I'm-gonna-kill-you-fucking-swine". Wow. Sadly for her, I'm infantry trained, so I used my l33ter camoflaging skills and managed to blend myself into the darkness of the cinema, thus avoiding her NV-eyesight and her killer laser stare.

Why can't the government ban little kids from cinemas. By little kids, I'd mean little kids that are like below the age of 10. Some posh restaurants have strict rules denying the prescence of premature Satanic spawns to prevent them from sending forth lesser forms of destruction onto patrons of said posh restaurants. Why can't the same rule be applied onto cinemas? Why can't the cinema ban kids below the age of 10 from entering the cinema WITH OR WITHOUT parents.

It's simple. If the parent can't control the kid and can't get the kid to behave properly in public, then I don't see why the enjoyment and pleasure of others have got to suffer just to make these brats happy. It isn't fair to penalise the public for the actions of one little spastic Satanic spawn.

The government (and public) has ignored the irresponsible actions of such parents for far too long. Kids are given the right to run around and scream loudly on public transportations, given the right to scream and play in the library (oh the blasphemy!), given the right to talk loudly (or rather, communicate with the Devil himself) in cinemas during a movie... etc etc. You may argue that these kids are far too immature to know what's wrong and what's right.

Well, that's where the parent comes in no? If parents nowadays can justify the need to send 8, 9, 10 year old Satanic spawns for piano lessons, speech-and-drama classes, acting classes, modelling classes etc, then isn't it true that these kids should know what's wrong and right? And shouldn't the parents teach their own kids what's wrong and what's right? Shouldn't they fucking control them, and if it fails, put the fuckers on a leash or a dog collar?

Fuck wannabe-drummers

2006-07-15T13:19:00.000+08:00

I can very honestly say that I fucking hate drummer wannabes in Singapore. What do I mean by drummer wannabes, you may ask.

Well for the record, and for the benefit of any protagonistic-hopefuls who lurk around my blog, drummer fucking wannabes are fucking morons who think they're the next Travis Barker, who think that by playing really fast they're good, and that GOOD FUCKING CYMBALS/SNARES/PEDALS/HARDWARE comes cheap. Oh and not forgetting, thinking that they can try to fleece sellers online. Sellers who've been drumming for more than 5 years, been doing online sales since they learnt what the intarweb was. Hah. Fucking morons.

The reason for this angst stemmed from an SMS I received. Mr. Moron, let's call him Mr. M for short, smsed me with the following message:

Mr. M: Hi, I'm offering SGD$150 for your ride. Is that ok? : )

Fyi, I placed my 7 month old Sabian AAX Stage Ride for sale on luthermusic with an asking price of $220. The ride retails for $270 at swee lee 1st hand.

So obviously I was taken aback and replied,

Me: No lar bro, the ride retails for $270 1st hand. $150 is too low.

To which the fucking moron replies,

Mr. M: Cuz you stated negotiable. How about $175? I'm a student lah, not much capital.

Followed by a 2nd sms,

Mr. M: Anyway the ride is more than 6 months old, so I don't think its worth more than $175.

I didn't even bother replying. If you're looking for a cheap cymbal, I'd suggest you try the Zildjian ZBT or ZXT line, Sabian B8Pro (PRO LEH DUN PRAY PRAY) or XS20 line. Hey, or you could try the Paiste PST3 or PST5 line. Whatever your choice is, the bottomline is that you're buying crap cymbals. Good cymbals don't come cheap. If you can't afford it (like me, most of the time), then fucking learn to save up before buying.

Fucking morons. How'd you like it if I offered you $10 for something that you bough for $100.

Wtf. Alvyn trivia.

2006-07-11T19:41:00.000+08:00

Alvyn can taste with his feet.

Alvyn has a bifurcated penis!

Alvyn can drink over 25 gallons of water at a time.

Alvyn is the only one of the original Seven Wonders of the World that still survives.

Alvyn will always turn right when leaving a cave!

Alvyn has a memory span of three seconds!

A alvynometer is used to measure alvyn.

In Japan it is considered rude to talk with alvyn in your mouth!
You can tell if alvyn has been hard-boiled by spinning him. If he stands up, he is hard-boiled.

Pacman was originally called alvynman.

Transformations - From girls to referees

2006-07-05T19:58:00.000+08:00

What is it with girls and the worldcup that magically transforms them into superb sports critiques overnight with quotes like, "Oh this player shouldn't have done this, he should have taken the shot from THIS angle here!" or dissing the coaches like, "This coach shouldn't have let THIS player take the free kick, after all we all know that THIS other player owns THIS player at free kicks!"

Sure I'm not denying the fact that everybody's entitled to their own opinions, but this is getting way out of hand. I've stumbled upon blogs commenting on how "fat Ronaldo was" and how "he should have been there to take that EASY shot" or how the "referee made a bad call because he/she felt that the other player deserved a red card as well."

Wow, did watching all the world cup matches (up to the semis) turn us all into FIFA endorsed referees? Did watching all the world cup matches so far transform us all into world class coaches and players? Does it mean that we could have taken the same shot, made the same save, given the correct call when the situation warranted it?

No. The sad truth is that we can't because we don't know how its like to be under that kind of stress.

Sure I've had my shares of shouting out "NABEI REFEREE KAYU LAR CHAO CHEEBYE" or "KIONG KAN LAR LIKE THAT ALSO MISS NABEI". But those were limited to the games in which I had bet money on. And that amounted to a measly 3 games. And hey, in no way did I mention that I could have performed better, simply because I can't.

Here's a little something I've realised.

During the worldcup season, nobody's gonna fault girls for putting photos of Beckham, (insert another hot soccer player's name here), (here too), or (here three), and going "ZOMG THEY R SO HAWT I WAN TO MAKE BABIEZ WITH THEMZ!!1111oneoneone", and yet if a guy were to put a photo of say, a hot female actress/singer on his blog and go, "Oh man I think she's damn hot/pretty," the comments would FLOOD in. Fast and furiously.

I can forsee that happening. "Eee not pretty lar, u got lousy taste lor," "ee buaya," " wah lan eh u damn tiko can," etc etc.

With that I fall asleep in my pot of gold as I skip across the rainbow with a leprechaun as the Dixie-land Band's playing the Imperial March behind me.

Ho Hum.

2006-07-02T20:01:00.000+08:00

Ok the gig at orchard was fucking awesome. I lack the vocabulary to sufficiently describe how I felt about the gig. Even though the drumset was a little dissappointing, and there were no monitors for us, it was still amazing.

We did a set of 9 songs:
1. Switchfoot - Stars
2. Lifehouse - Take me away
3. 3 Doors Down - Here without you (where Halim came in 2 beats too late :P)
4. The Strokes - You only live once
5. Muse - Time is running out
6. The Afters - Beautiful love
7. American hi-fi - Flavour of the week
8. Finch - Letters to you
9. Unwritten Law - Seein' red

Though the weather was insanely hot, we were hyped up enough not to really bother about the weather. :) I wore Halim's singlet for the set, and by the end of it, it was soaked. Haha... but its ok, cuz the Redbull Promoter gave me a free can of redbull. She was kinda sweet too...

Thanks to all you trolls who came down and supported us!

\m/ ROCKKK ON.

George Michael - Kissing a Fool

2006-06-24T02:44:00.000+08:00

You are far
When i could have been your star
You listened to people
Who scared you to death, and from my heart
Strange that you were strong enough
To even make a start
But you'll never find
Peace of mind,
Til you listen to your heart

People
You can never change the way they feet
Better let them do just what they will
For they will
If you let them
Steal your heart from you
People
Will always make a lover feel a fool
But you knew i loved you
We could have shown them all
We should have seen love through

Fooled me with the tears in your eyes
Covered me with kisses and ties
So goodbye
But please don't take my heart

You are far
I'm never gonna be your star
I'll pick up the pieces
And mend my heart
Maybe i'll be strong enough
I don't know where to start
But i'll never find
Peace of mind
While i listen to my heart

People
You can never change the way they feel
Better let them do just what they will,
For they will
If you let them
Steal your heart

And people
Will always make a lover feel a fool
But you knew i loved you
We could have shown them all

But remember this
Every other kiss
That you ever give
Long as we both live
When you need the hand of another man
One you really can surrender with
I will wait for you
Like i always do
There's something there
That can't compare with any other

You are far
When i could have been your star
You listened to people
Who scared you to death, and from my heart
Strange that i was wrong enough
To think you'd love me too
I guess you were kissing a fool
You must have been kissing a fool

Sex is good

2006-06-23T03:31:00.000+08:00

sex is good.
Originally uploaded by alvyn.

Sometime during the course, my wonderful bunkmates/coursemates got their grubby paws on my 6680, and having discovered the wonderful features of its camera, decided to snap a couple of shots for posterity.

And since I had so conveniently dozed off while reading my book, they decided to use me in the photograph. Since it's important to appear natural, they decided NOT to wake me up, but let me continue sleeping in that awkward position.

Since its not good to disturb someone when one's having his/her beauty sleep, they decided not to wake me up. Until I woke up 4 hours later with a fucking stiff neck.

Yay.

2006-06-21T02:33:00.000+08:00

It is not enough to forgive one another; you have forgive yourself.

How can you forgive yourself when you can't find a reason to do so? How can you give up blaming yourself when you know there's no compelling reason not to?

Life's full of choices and regrets, and in whatever choice we take, we're bound to have regrets. Regrets exist, no matter what we do. That's what makes us human, that's what makes us who we really are. And that's what makes us unable to forgive ourselves.

How many times have I told myself that I was gonna let go of it and let bygones be bygones? How many times have I told myself that it ain't worth shit, and it probably isn't gonna affect my life at all.

Yet how many times have I failed to let go. How many nights have I spent thinking and knowing that I could have made a difference? How many nights have I sat alone, breathing in the sweet toxin, regretting?

It gnaws at you, it really does. But on nights like these, when everything seems to have fallen apart, with no chance of it ever coming back again, it just seems to be burrowing its way out of you.

And nothing's gonna stop it.

Now playing:
HIM - The Sacrement

2006-06-18T17:55:00.000+08:00

ZOMG I BELONG TO THE 8TH LEVEL OF HELL ZOMG.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Extreme
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	High

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

2006-06-18T14:49:00.000+08:00

Headed down to Timbres with Fysh, Bernie, Evie and Vanessa today after our nice dinner at some hawker center next to Le Meridien. Satay + Stingray + Mussels + Chicken wings = FOR THE FUCKING WIN <3

Anyway Timbres had open stage, and instead of milling around jugs of Kilkenny/Erdinger/Heineken and talking cock, we milled around the stage drinking canned Heineken out of plastic cups (heretics.) and watching bands perform.

Embryo was some progressive rock band that was pretty technical, especially the lead guitarist. But I wonder if the lead guitarist/vocalist ever thought about how the crowd would respond to songs that they can barely hear, and solos so technical that they can't appreciate. Shrugs.

Typewriter, on the other hand, was an indie-rock band (And William from Electrico drummed for them!) that really appealed to the crowd with their lyrics, songs and energy level. Granted that the vocalist didn't have the best voice in the world, and that the guitarists weren't exactly the more technical guitarists around, the band rocked the house down!

Anyway here's a photo of us, with me looking stoned/drunk/tired all at once. As usual. Hur hur.

Now playing:
Meshuggah - Spasm

Dragonforce - Trail of broken hearts

2006-06-15T01:51:00.000+08:00

Here we are far beyond the distant sky
We've seen all the world and how the story will be over
Through the snow and tainted mountains we have climbed
Now we have found the light that guides us over

Through the fallen rain we travelled far and wide
And through the blackest darkness
Stars above shining bright

Through the sun and winter rain we'll fall
All our lives we have been waiting for a sound to call
We're walking hand in hand in dreams and endless time
How do we know when we will leave this life behind?

Staring life through eyes of mine to hate the fear and the pain
There's a feeling held deep inside - the life you live is in vain

[CHORUS]
Fly away down the lonely roads of yesterday
Close your eyes to see the light of latter days
And all the memory that time can never heal
With the trail of broken hearts flying free

Once again we walk this lonely road
There are times that we are wading through the rain and cold
We're lost in memories of what we left behind
Relive the dreams, the endless screams of pain inside

Lives are filled with emptiness
The fear returned once again
Searching endlessly now we will see
Drown your mind in the pain

CHORUS

The last temptation will be all that's left for me

When I see those tears you cry
When I hear those lies you lie
When I see your creation now for an enemy
Is this the reason to be?

CHORUS

The trail of broken hearts flying free

Robo-lovin

2006-06-11T02:38:00.000+08:00

I swear Robocop has got to be the biggest hero in my life. Just finished watching my complimentary copy of Robocop 1, where Officer Murphy gets shotgunned to death, resuscitated (miraculously, the wonders of OCP eh), hybridised and transformed into Robocop, a product of OCP, not a human, not Murphy, just a product.

I actually felt goosepimples rise and a sense of dread within me when ED-209 stepped out from the shadows in Jones' office, where Robocop was having a little problem with his 4th directive, and I felt fucking emotional when the Detroit SWAT team was given the orders to destroy Robocop.

Damn it. The way I'm affected by my childhood heroes.

Have I ever mentioned that I used to have like thousands of Robocop miniature figurines? The ones with the changable left arm, aka Robocop Prime Directives 1 - 3 (Dark Justice, Melt Down, Resurrection), the ones that went "Uphold the law!" and "You are under arrest" and the omnipresent "Dead or alive, you're coming with me!" when you pressed the button on his chest, and last but not least, this HUMONGOUS Robocop with interchangable arm, removable pistol, removable helmet and flashing lights/sounds.

Damn I love Robocop.

Guess that explains the 5 downloads - Robocop #2, Robocop #3, Robocop:Prime directives #1-#3 (Dark Justice, Melt down, Resurrection)

Now playing:
Dragonforce - Trail of broken hearts

2006-06-08T21:40:00.000+08:00

Check out last.fm. It's kinda like this musically-orientated friendster spinoff, but with twice the benefits. For a free subscription, you get to take a look at what everybody else is listening to, and basically stream music off global tags, something like an online radio.

But if you paid for the subscription of USD$3 a month, you get tons of cool shit.

With Personal Tag Radio you can create your own themed stations for you and your friends to enjoy. Personal Radio turns your music taste into a radio stream, and lets you tune in to any other user on the site's profile too. Want the best of the best? Loved Tracks Radio, at your service. And we haven't even mentioned Discovery Mode yet...

Basically you get to tune into your friend's playlist, and stream music from his or her playlist. Fucking cool. Not to mention the fact that the radio is 0 lag, fucking clear, and blistering fast.

2006-06-08T14:22:00.000+08:00

1st July's the GSS for Swee Lee. And on this very auspicious date, I shall be heading down to get myself stuff. Hur hur.

Here's a list of what I'm probably gonna get.
1. 14x6.5" brass snare (or maple. depending on price)
2. 10" splash (most likely a hhx)
3. clamp + boom arm
4. new snare stand

:)

Now Playing:
Sting & The Police - Every Breath You Take

2006-06-07T22:32:00.000+08:00

For all you playlist voyuers out there, check out http://last.fm. And this is what I'm playing right now.

2006-06-04T02:20:00.000+08:00

I'm quitting smoking. I'm smoking my last packet of marlboro menthol lights, and once I finish the last stick, I won't be smoking anymore.

I'll probably update the blog on my progress, and I'll be as honest as I can. Sorry, I rephrase, I'll be 100% transparent and blog everything down.

Yu Hui said it's not that easy :P well if I do quit, she owes me a meal. Hoho.

2006-06-03T17:15:00.000+08:00

It's always easy to pin the blame on Life per se.

"Life's not fair, life sucks, wa sibei pai mia (literally translated, my life is fucking bad), life's a bitch, etc etc."

And if pinning the blame on Life was a despicable crime, I'd be guilty. Shackled, jailed, with the key thrown away or swallowed.

I'd say that life has been rough, I rephrase myself, fucking rough, for me. It hasn't been smooth sailing what it ought to be, or rather, could have been. Instead, its been (hidden) potholes, one after another, until it comes to a point when I'd just light up and ask myself what the hell's going on in my life.

To anyone who's reading my blog, I'm really sorry if this entry sounds incoherent or shabbily put together, but this is the best I can do. Contrary to what most might think, I'm not a person who can share my personal problems with others, no matter how major they may be. Even if I do share my personal problems, there's always a point where I shut up and clam up.

Which maybe why I'm always in that peculiar emo state I seem to be constantly wallowing in.

It's not that I don't trust anybody. It's that I can't.

Now playing:
Rascal Flatts - What hurts the most

2006-06-01T21:45:00.000+08:00

Some photos from the little gathering at Chong's place...

Clarence being gay.

Chong's pig giving me a blow job.

Me and charlotte

Me

2006-06-01T17:59:00.000+08:00

2006-05-26T00:39:00.000+08:00

I digress before my entry.

Ok. I received word that I'm going for both Thailand and Australia exercises. Yay. SAF loves me to bits.

Now...

Is it possible to fall in love with misery?

Is it possible to be addicted to depression?

Is it possible to be hooked onto the vicious circle of self-hate and destruction?

Sometimes, it really is tempting to just accept whatever life throws at you, and smother it under a thick layer of hate and self-pity - taking your tears and drowning them. It's not that we're ignorant and unable to accept the fact that we gotta move on, we gotta think happy thoughts and we gotta step out of it. But sometimes, dwelling in the present and wading through the pool of depression feels good.

Call it novocaine for the brain cuz' it really does numb your senses, and its something I'm hooked onto.

There's something strangly gratifying and satisfying to be alone at night, looking out of the window, smoking and remincsing. At the same time, thinking back on all your old fuckups and mistakes, and blaming yourself for everything, forgiving yourself for none. The tears and pain will come, that's for sure, like they always do. But there's something comforting about the warm streams trickling down your face, and there's something familiar about the stabbing pain in your chest, something that makes you feel at one with yourself.

Maybe its just cathartic.

Temporal catharsis, like heroin to my emotions, novocaine for my pain, like salt for my wounds - pain preceding the numbness.

2006-05-25T17:13:00.000+08:00

It really never ever fails to amaze me as to how one can be so fucking callous and so fucking insensitive and not know it.

And here's the topping to make it all better. I'm going for Ex. Crescendo on God-knows-what-date, and I'm on standby starting this saturday til next next sunday. And I'll be involved in some fucking exercise on the 4th June.

2006-05-25T01:12:00.000+08:00

As ash flaked off the end of the cigeette, and the wisps of smoke wafted carelessly up into the still night air, it suddenly occured to me that hey, maybe I am being taken for granted.

Maybe, hey just maybe, I should stop trying to always be there for everybody. Maybe I should start changing my replies to, "No I'm not free to talk now." or just tell everybody that "I can't really help you out."

As the cigerette consumed itself all the way to the pretty little marked line of the filter, I wondered, aloud, no doubt, if having the gift of the gap, and being a good listener was more of a fucking curse than a fucking gift. What's the point of being able to be the fucking shoulder for everybody to lean and cry on (and in the process, destroying all my shirts), being the emotional pillar of strength for anybody who's going through depression/angst/problems/emotional times, when there's nobody for me. What's the point of going to the extent of asking if he/she was feeling better, when nobody feels the need to ask if I'm alright.

Hey, its Alvyn isn't it? He's the one who laughs a lot, cracks jokes and doesn't seem to be depressed. Why would he need a shoulder to cry on? Why would he need a pillar of strength?

Yeah, that's probably true.

He who is there for you, needs you to be there for him.
Thru trials and tribulations, thick and thin.
Should this be a task impossible to attain,
Then the task attainable for you,
Would be to kindly fuck off

p/s: I don't know what the fuck that was but it popped into my mind, therefore I put it in. FUCKING SUE ME BIATCHES

Now playing:
Travis - Side

2006-05-25T00:21:00.000+08:00

信乐团 - 一了白了

一辈子两个人在一起
你说要加个或许
不是你不喜欢甜言和蜜语
只是你比较实际
两个人一辈子不分离
你问我好在哪里
不是你不期待永恒的恋曲
你说最美的爱情叫做回忆
为何连分手都不跟我争吵
撂下一句话就想逃跑
让我爱难平恨难消情难灭梦难了心难过
你却放手一了百了
离开我你说是为了我好
可知道这句话伤人不少
就算忘不了没有大不了
反正一切都不再重要
我的心既然你全都不了
何必再继续让彼此困扰
斩断纠缠的爱
从今就一了百了

2006-05-21T17:49:00.000+08:00

Yes I know I haven't blogged for a fucking long time, but hey give me a break. I've got absolutely nothing worthy to blog about. Unless of course, you'd prefer me to blog stuff like, "So I woke up at 5am today, ate breakfast, smoked, went back to sleep again. Sianz worz."

If so, drop me a mail please. I'd love to befriend you, and then tell you to go fuck yourself you worthless piece of dogshit.

Ok on to my blog post.

So my course ends in 3 days time. I'll be leaving stagmont back for 24SA. It's funny how you can change in just 8 weeks - from finding the course boring to not wanting to leave the course at all. I've made close friends through the course, found people that I really clique with, a real stark contrast with my life in 24SA, where I can't even get more than 2 smoking kakis. I'm going to miss the life in stagmont, really. Ah but well, it doesn't really matter. ORD LOH

Ok enough about army matters, its now onto the part where apparantly, everybody loves. The part where I rant about the most-unrantable things on earth.

Today, I shall rant about losers. I spell, Lima Oscar... blah blah. Since I'm nice, I shall only rant about losers in general, and not go into details about specific kinds of losers.

We're all human. We go through the same (or similar) trials and tribulations in our lives, we experience the same (again, or similar) tears and joys. But what really baffles me is the uncanny ability (or should it be disability?) to metamorphose into absolute fucking losers.

It really astounds me as to how a well-educated individual, with outstanding grades and a superbly high IQ, can have such low (probably non-existant) EQ. Given his literacy and intellect, shouldn't it be possible that he'd have probably read, somewhere, on how to treat girls well? Or how to not be a loser?

Ugh. I'm beyond words. I'll try to blog about it again tonight.

I digress.

steph says:
aiyer sucks
steph says:
i wish i just lived in my own world of GIRLS
alvyn . says:
aiyer why
alvyn . says:
can i live in ur world
steph says:
n then everything will be so simple
steph says:
HAHA
alvyn . says:
then i got many many girls
alvyn . says:
/wobble
steph says:
if u become a girl.
alvyn . says:
nothx
alvyn . says:
/wobble

2006-05-12T01:36:00.000+08:00

WHY IS CHAIN SMOKING GOOD?

WELL ITS NOT.

HAHAHA GOT U FOOLS.

BACK TO MY MARLBS

2006-05-07T03:03:00.000+08:00

It's nights like these that I feel the sense of lonliness and emptiness in me resurface.

And it's sad cuz I know I can't change a thing about it. It's sad cuz I know I can't do a thing about it. And it's sad because I know that I caused it.

It really is during times like these, when I ask myself, who's out there waiting to comfort me when I'm done with comforting others?

Who's out there to catch me, when I'm done catching others?

Who's out there for me, when I'm done being there for everybody else?

2006-04-10T13:26:00.000+08:00

Mass murderer.

Killer without a conscience.

Smoking, indeed, does kill. How many singaporeans die everyday due to smoking-related diseases? Countless, my friend. For every cigerette you smoke, you take 3 years off your life.

Kinda sad isn't it? Looking at the way the government has to dissuade people from smoking.

Well, I'm sorry PAP. I'm not going to back you up on this one.

In my opinion, its a load of bullshit. Smoking kills, that's an undeniable fact, not to mention, its bad for your health in the short run as well.

But hey, let's take a look at the hypocrisy here shall we. On every single fucking box of cigerettes you buy, there's bound to be some gross photo of a human brain, a withered baby, a comatose man, and oh God, the best of them all, a MAN smoking with his family in the background coughing away.

So many things that're just plain wrong.

First of all, if the Surgeon-General is so fucking concerned about the health of Singaporeans, why isn't he printing labels such as "Fat kills", "Beware of Mad-Cow-Disease", "Trans Fat kills you", on beef and pork in supermarkets. Or how about this, "Avian Flu is a silent killer", on every single fucking packet of poultry product in the supermarket.

Hey! I've got an even better idea. Since so many Singaporeans are dying, or are injured in road accidents every year, why don't the Surgeon-General paste LIFE SIZED DECALS on EVERY CAR showing a decapitated body, followed by the text "DRIVING MAY BE FATAL FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY", then charge exhorbitant prices for cars to dissuade people from driving? Oops, already done? Oh. Yeah. Coe. I forgot, silly me.

OR OR OR HOW ABOUT THIS.

Since everybody's so concerned about health nowadays, let's all place stickers on MRT trains. "Sitting on the track may be fatal for you." followed by a photo (LIFE SIZED OF COURSE) of a man who just got run over by a train.

Great idea, no?

Next up. Why is it that in every offensive photo on the cigerette box, the protagonist is always a male? The Man's smoking and harming his family. The Man smoked and is now lying comatose in a hospital bed. The Man's smoking, thus he's an arsehole. What blatant penis-envy.

Smoking's bad, I'm not argueing against that. It kills, it harms you bla bla, yes everybody knows the story of The Man Who Smoked, but ultimately it's still our choice as young adults (Sorry, ADULTS) whether or not we want to smoke - be it social or chain smoking. What makes you think that a silly sticker on a cigerette box is going to dissuade people from smoking? It's a naive and foolish waste of tax payers money. What makes you think that by raising the prices of cigerettes, smokers won't buy cigerettes? By raising the prices, you're only encouraging smokers to buy contraband cigerettes at a way cheaper price. I'm not going to argue in detail as it'll take too damned long, but the bottom line is, social problems will increase as a result of the government's decision to raise prices.

And I know you clowns will argue with the fail-proof answer, "Then don't smoke loh."

Hey, it gets old. How about I tel you, "Hey don't eat pork, beef, chicken loh. Then you won't get heart problems, stomach problems, avian flu, mad cow disease, high cholestrol etc."

Or "don't drink alcohol lor then you won't get liver cirhhosis."

Or "don't drive lor then you won't be involved in any accidents."

"Don't even leave house. Then you won't get into any accidents or problems outside."

I'm off for a smoke break.

Disclaimer: The author of this post regrets to inform all loyal readers that he is currently suffering from an acute bout of angst due to guailan course commanders, thus resulting in angsty postings. The author would take this chance to offer any offended readers a stick of Viceroy Menthols. Kthxdie.

2006-04-04T12:32:00.000+08:00

Instructions: Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question. NO CHEATING!!!

How does the world see me?
Pantera - No Good (Attack the radical)

Will I have a happy life?
Scary Kids Scaring Kids - Sink and die (WTF???)

What do my friends really think of me?
Pantera - Fuckin Hostile

Do people secretly lust after me?
Coheed and Cambria - A Favor House Atlantic

How can I make myself happy?
Incubus - I miss you

What should I do with my life?
Slayer - Ddamn

Will I ever have children?
Slayer - Can't stand you (TRUE.DAT)

What is some good advice for me?
Slayer - Bloodline

How will I be remembered?
Friends Theme Song - I'll be there for you

What is my signature dancing song?
Liquid Tension Experiment - Paradigm Shift

What do I think my current theme song is?
Ray Charles - I got a woman

What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
Muse - Unintended

What song will play at my funeral?
Slayer - I'm gonna be your God (HAHAHAHAHA)

What type of men/women do I like?
Something Corporate - Punk Rock Princess

What is my day going to be like?
Rooster - Staring at the sun

2006-03-27T02:07:00.000+08:00

I'm on Att. C status all the way til Tuesday. For you non-military n00bs out there, Att. C status means stay home, aka ON MC for you fools.

Anyway, my left eye is swollen and it looks small now. By small, I do mean, red, puffy, swollen and teary. (: And since I'm fucking contagious, I can't go to camp til Tuesday! (but I can go for my driving lessons tomorrow, on tues and on thurs HAHA.)

Anyway HELLO CARRINE. I still have not found any inspiration. So I decided to just blog random nonsense.

Now playing:
Coheed and Cambria - Welcome Home

2006-03-19T21:01:00.000+08:00

We should all practice safe sex. Safe sex makes sex safe.

A condom a day (night?) keeps the STDs at bay.

The Charge of the Light Brigade

2006-03-19T13:57:00.000+08:00

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

I adore this poem. There's something about it that showcases the mortality of the charge, the brutality of it all.

It ain't ours to reason why, to make reply, or to ask why. In more ways than one, we're living parallel lives as compared to the light brigade, sans the sabre charges, muskets and connons. We've got our losses of (emotional) lives, our (spiritual) injuries, and our personal triumphs, or losses. We've got our times when we "Came th'ro the jaws of Hell" too.

We are the light brigade unto ourselves.

Now playing:
Aqualung - Strange and beautiful

2006-03-19T04:17:00.000+08:00

There's something about running, pushing yourself til your body tells you to stop, ignoring it and still pushing on, that's strangely cathartic.

The rhythmic pounding of feet on pavement. The jagged breathing. The burn in the calves, the thighs.

The pain.

The pain replaces every emotion you had. Good memories, bad memories. Like the Grim Reaper of emotion, pain scythes its way through, sparing none, taking all. The inevitable harvesting of emotions, the unstoppable pain.

He who proclaims, "Thou shalt not be controlled by thy emotion" is a real fucking tool, I proclaim.

Emotion. The Hitler amongst Stalins, Mussolini among Pol Pots. The one that rules with an iron fist, with undeniable clout, power and ability, for who else has that one single capability of overwhelming one with such feeling. Such emotion?

We can't fight it. You can't fight it. I can't fight it.

You could be my unintended.

Now playing:
Muse - Unintended

2006-03-14T20:11:00.000+08:00

Posted to 24SA's Recce and surveillance Recce Unit. Hrm. Time to get my SBO and helmet, me thinks.

i'm going down in flames,
i'm falling into this again.

2006-03-13T17:05:00.000+08:00

was it that transient?

wish it wasn't so.

wish it could last.

2006-03-11T20:11:00.000+08:00

Felt like shit.

I never felt this kind of emotions before. It was as though a part of me just died, watching them march in, all smart in their number 1s. I should have been there, well, would have, if not for that lousy decision.

Call it mule-like stubbornness, or just pure stupidity, but really, if that xray came earlier, I probably would have been similarly dressed in that ceremonial number 1. Probably one of those few who chased the parade commander and their platoon commander around the parade square, trying to throw them up into the air.

How apt. Air.

As in, vanished into thin air. My dream, that is.

Roy told me to take it easy, and Zhenwei said that this was the only day they'd be happy, since they'd be living a rather stressful life after that (safe for those going to BMTC to slack and become Gods). Well, to be honest, I'd gladly take 10 more months of stress just for today's happiness and glory.

Pride, honour, glory.

The 3 words I never knew would have meant so much to me.

The 3 words I never knew would have made so much of an impact on me.

Come Monday, I'll be posted to my new unit, 24SA as a signal spec. I'll definitely miss my life as SSM's runner. No, not because of the old swine for sure, but for the company. Caleb, Warren, Jason, Chuang, Phua, Roy, Zhenwei aka Humsup, Brian, just to name a few. They made my stay in HQ bearable, and most important, today not so fucked up after all.

We come from many places,
All across the land.
From many different races,
Together hand in hand.
United we stand,
Divided we fall.
Ready to serve our nation's call.

We come from OCS,
We are the very best.
Leading with dignity and pride.
Whereever we go,
We will always know
Our spirit is forever more.

Loyalty to country,
Is what we must achieve.
To lead, excel and overcome
Is what we must achieve.
Forever strong and valiant,
We'll give our lives and more
Never ceasing to serve Singapore.

2006-03-11T00:14:00.000+08:00

precipitation of brimestone
fire and hail, in one
upon the land of desolation and dark
no screams ring out no cry barks,
through the blanket of fog that envelops all,
sparing none.

the wrath of Gods,
smothering, suffocating,
pulverising, murdering,
all and spares none
hope that springs eternal,
crushed.

2006-03-07T00:02:00.000+08:00

Do you believe in karma? Well I don't. Yet ironically, I'm the one who's emoing on his blog, the difference being the way I'm phrasing my sentences, and my fan-fucking-tastic linguistic abilities.

Life loves curveballs. I've yet to experience anything short of a curveball from the Man himself, so much so that when I tell myself that "things CANNOT get any worse than they are now", BAM, in comes the curveball and WHAM.

There are times when I just ask myself a very simple question, "Why?" and it really stumps me. I've been told that He acts in my interests, and that He'll never do anything to harm me. I'm not doubting that His actions are in my best interests, and I'm definitely not doubting that He'll never harm me, yet all it took was for a stray thought to germinate and take root, sprouting its venom into me.

Why? Why did He have to bring me up, only to bring me down again? I've been told, more than once, to be precise, that He'd probably have his reasons for putting me OOC frm OCS, yet I've spent nights wondering why He had to cross me over from SISPEC to OCS, only to drop me out before I fulfill my dream.

Why did He have to destroy a young man's dream?

Curveballs. I seem to get a lot of them lately though I don't play baseball. Or softball. Or whatever the game is that involves curveballs.

Emotions,
The wild-flowers,
The lexicon of my surrealistic mood swings.
The veil upon me,
Emotions.

You know the feeling you get when night falls? When the oily tendrils creep around you, encircling you and ensnaring you? When the dark, heavy mist envelops you, and all you pray for was for your messiah? Your one messiah to take your hand and lead you out of this darkness, to lead you to the light?

And amongst the rubble and desolation, your Messiah found you. Leading you towards the light, the one redeeming grace at the end of the tunnel, the one pin prick of hope in your life. With her hands in yours, an unspoken bond, wordless promise that you'd be safe, you take flight. Towards the light.

Your Messiah. Your saviour. Your Delilah, who chopped your locks of strength off.

Your Judas.

My Judas.

2006-03-06T21:10:00.000+08:00

I read with a certain morbid voyueristic delight, as countless bloggers recount their experiences on the day of reckoning - read: the release of the A level results.

Firstly, there're the ones who did exceptionally well. The ones with the straight As, the ones with dual distinctions for "S" papers. The ones who think that they're God's given gift to mankind. The ones who don't really give a flying fuck about how others did. The ones who cry and weep and basically turn suicidal because, by a bout of misfortune, received a single B amongst the 3 As, or worse still, only ONE distinction out of 2 "S" papers.

Oh the horror.

Next in line, we have the ones who did their A levels with stoic.. stoicism. The ones who didn't put in extra effort, or gave themselves a discount before A levels. The ones who received their result slips with that nonchalant shoulder shrug, that slightly churlish-yet-not-so grin, and walking away with that casual swagger. The ones that got what they deserved, to put it in a less-than-politically-correct way.

Lastly, and most of the time, the faction that's usually patronized and brushed aside, with a casual flick of the wrist. The ones who put in extra effort prior to the A levels. The ones who woke up just in time, but not timely enough. To be really blunt, the ones who fucked up badly.

Whatever it is, it really is too late for regrets. It isn't the time to dwell and wallow in self-pity. You see my friends, self-pity is indeed, like masturbation. You fuck yourself, and at the end of the day, nothing's changed.

Take it from me, life is never fair. You'll never know what kind of surprises life has in store for you - tearing your ankle ligament, putting you out of course from something you love with your heart and soul, withholding your dream from you. This is the first of many crossroads you've gotta face, without a compass and a map, no doubt about it.

Take that first step towards something better, and leave the cinders behind.

2006-02-18T16:28:00.000+08:00

When everything else has faded away, thank God for the memories that still remain.

Picturesque scenes of color superimposed onto the bleak horizon of black and white that you worship.

Vibrant colors, unveiled joy and happiness, permeating the shell of hollowness. Words, metamorphosising into butterflies of emotions, dying off into nostalgia that stays at the back of your mind. The aftertaste of emotions, the afterglow of a life you once had.

Crumpled pieces of folded paper, the black words on white, resurfacing emotions you once thought you had buried away. But you ought to know - no grave is deep enough to bury your emotions. No coffin is strong enough to hold onto the corpse of your feelings. No incinerator hot enough to sear off the imprints of memories, the memories of things you once did.

It's always too late to regret. When all else fails, sorry still seems to be the hardest word.

Cast away the chains, and
let loose the monster within.
For its wings are fluttering, madly
against the bonds that hold it down.
Cast away the chains, my friend.
And let loose the creature they call
Regret.

2006-02-16T17:36:00.000+08:00

Blogging on an Apple Powerbook G4 now.

And all I can say is, ZOMG. The powerbook is a real beauty, in more ways than one. Firstly, it looks fucking cool with its sleek profile and silver body. Secondly, the 17" LCD screen is just simply fucking huge and crisp. Watching dvds on this monster is just orgasmic. Thirdly, the OS (OS X) is superbly simple and clean. The list could just go on an on. Lmao. Fuck I want a powerbook g4.

Oh and I've updated my wish list. It's now smaller, but more expensive than before. Lol.

1. 20" zildjian K flat ride
2. 22" sabian hh rock ride
3. 14" zildjian k dark hats
4. 10" k custom splash
5. 12" hh mini-china
6. 14x6.5 custom maple snare (10 ply, 2x 1" vents, die-cast hoops)

Steady lar.

Now playing:
Oasis - Morning Glory

2006-02-13T23:47:00.000+08:00

Some stuff that I dug up..

Five notes per click:

1. SD-T1-FT-BD-BD (also can be done with consecutive BD notes on single pedal, or with a double pedal)

Three notes per click:

1. SN-T1-FT-T2-BD-BD (done with both same pedal for BD notes, and double pedal)

2. RF-R-L-LF-L-R

3. BD-BD-L-BD-BD-R (this one can be done with consecutive notes on EITHER foot, or with a double pedal doing both RfLf and LfRf.

4. L-R-BD (can be done with either foot, and you can also invert it by playing the foot on the click)

5. R-L-BD (can be done with either foot, and you can also invert it by playing the foot on the click)

Four notes per click:

2. L-R-L-BD-R-L-R-BD (this one can be inverted and played with the BD notes on the click.

3. R-L-RF-LF
4. R-L-LF-RF
5. L-R-LF-RF
6. R-L-R-L-RF-LF-RF-LF (you can do this one leading with either hand or either foot for 4 possible combinations)

7. R-L-BD-BD (this one should be done with the SAME foot for both kick notes. you can also lead with the BD)

8. L-R-BD-BD (this one should be done with the SAME foot for both kick notes. you can also lead with the BD)

L - Left hand
R- Right hand
BD - Bass Drum
LF - Left foot
RF - Right foot
SD - Snare Drum
T1 - Small tom
T2 - Med tom
FT - Floor tom

2006-02-13T01:01:00.000+08:00

Don't you hate the days when you spit out words only to wish you could swallow them back. The days when you release something in you that wished it could go back?

Manifested in more ways than one.

Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually.

Shrugs. Life's a bitch, ain't it? You make decisions, snap decisions even, and you live to regret it. Regretting it. We all live our lives with regrets, regrets that we'll have to live with. Face it, LIVE WITH IT.

inside, decaying, the hollow thoughts of a spurned lover
outside, radiant, the facade one lives to lie with

one more stick to end the day
one more day to end the night
one more night to end the week
one more week to end his life

Now playing:
Pantera - Cemetry Gates

2006-02-08T02:03:00.000+08:00

I wanna walk with you down a dirty beach.
I wanna throw mud at you, and make you swear.
Cuz hearing you swear seems like the most natural thing in the world.
No sweet nothings, no lovey-dovey bullshit.
Just a simple "fuck you" and "kanina" that actually makes my day.
It would be quite nice too
If I could then splash a jug of cold water in your face, just to hear you squeal
Then probably swear at me again.
Then I'll probably just out run you,
And you can sit there and eat my dust.
Then you can sms me and tell me how un-rhyme-y this is,
How un-prose like it is,
And that there's no fucking way in hell that this can be a song.

But let me tell you something.

This ain't a poem.
This ain't no fucking prose.
This definitely isn't a song, so what lyrics are you talking about?

It's just a simple, needlessly complicated post.
Eradicate all that is smoky, and you'd probably get the final result.
This post is for you Huan.

Thank you for being part of my life.
And since all's well that ends well,
I've got to say the 3 magical words to you.

KA-NI-NA

2006-02-01T23:24:00.000+08:00

After spending quite a significant time in the YELLOW BOXED area in OCS HQ, I've come to realise that there's such a thing known as "Smoking Etiquette in the SAF".

When a person of junior rank is smoking in the smoking area, and a person of senior rank enters the smoking area, said person is NOT to salute, or greet senior ranking person in anything more than "Hi" or "Hi sir".

When a person to senior rank is smoking in the smoking area and a person of junior rank enters, the person of junior rank is to call out a greeting, "Hi sir" or "Hi". Said person should then either nod in silence and resume smoking, or reply, following which said person MUST interact with person of junior rank.

When pleasantries have been exchanged between two or more parties, it is quintessential that both parties engage in menial banter, or polite small talk such as, "Eh very hazy today hor?" Should a sensitive topic crop up such as, "Eh SSM damn bastard right?" the person of junior rank is to keep a neutral smile and reply in an appropriate manner, "No lar not really lar, he treats us quite well one lor." and NOT in a protagonistic way, "Yah nabei cheebye he damn fucker sial." Failure to follow proper procedure may result in severe increament in extra duties.

When three or more parties are engaged in the act of exchanging pleasantries or small talk, and should said situation develop into a mini-forum of discussion, the junior ranking smokers should refrain from leaving before senior ranking smokers, or appearing to be uninterested in said conversation. Junior ranking smokers should pay attention and feign interest, for menial banter may come in handy. "Eh I heard TC branch looking for 3SG understudy." "Eh ssm runner got one 3SG right. Ask him go find Miss Neo ask lar." "hohseh lar."

Yup. That's about it.

I really hate it when I'm fucking taken for granted.

Avenged Sevenfold - I won't see you tonight (part 1)

2006-01-22T22:19:00.000+08:00

Cry alone, I've gone away
No more nights, no more pain
I've gone alone, took all my strength
I've made the change,
I won't see you tonight

Sorrow, sank deep inside my blood
All the ones around me
I cared for and loved

Building up inside of me
A place so dark, so cold, I had to set me free
Don't mourn for me,
You're not the one to place the blame
As bottles call my name I won't see you tonight

Sorrow sank deep inside my blood
All the ones around me
I cared for and most of all I loved
But I can't see myself that way
Please don't forget me or cry while I'm away

Cry alone, I've gone away
No more nights, no more pain
I've gone alone, took all my strength
But I've made the change,
I won't see you tonight

So far away, I'm gone.
Please don't follow me tonight
An while I'm gone everything will be alright

No more breath inside
Essence left my heart tonight
No more breath inside
Essence left my heart tonight

2006-01-22T01:28:00.000+08:00

I still like Something Corporate - Konstantine. Its one of the most beautiful songs I've head, and if you don't think so, well fuck you very much then. :)

NUS party was quite good, and all I had was one question - Why do guys feel the urge to be generally obnoxious and protective over girl FRIENDS in clubs, and in the process, elbow people around them, resulting in said person feeling the need to stub out his cigerette on their ass? So much pain could have been avoided. Poor fucktard. I don't really pity him. Poor levis though.

I've updated my blog. Didn't feel the urge to blog for the past few days/weeks simply because there was nothing to blog about.

What's the use of blogging if you talk about what happened to you every single fucking day from the minute you woke up, brushed your teeth, played with yourself, til you washed up, surfed porn, and fell asleep clutching ur handphone.

Hello. You don't have to know what "A day in the life of Alvyn" is. I'll tell you when I feel like telling you.

Well, fuck the world too.

Now playing:
Coheed and Cambria - The Suffering

2006-01-17T23:30:00.000+08:00

Ok. Blogging is getting fucking boring. I'm wasting my time reading http://hungerpangs.blogspot.com and feelin sorry for him. By sorry, I mean wanting to grab a really sharp knife, plunge it into his nether regions and twist it around. Then pull it up and jerk it all around.

Urgh.

Anyway I'm hooked (pun) onto Red Ninja. And splinter cell. And Fable. They all own hardcore.

And to huiwen.. Here's the update you wanted so badly. Haw. I'll even make you happIER.

This post is hereby dedicated to Lim Huiwen, who slogs hard behind her desk, attending to meanie customers in a building a few blocks away from Zouk. This post serves to remind us all to bring ugly aunty umbrellas like Lim Huiwen does, because it may rain at anytime of the day. We also have to remember to not step in piles of ashes/incense paper, and not be scared of wierd noises coming from trees. Especially in realy ulu paths leading to your house. Especially if you live somewhere in the West. Somewhere near NUS. Somewhere near Commonwealth MRT. Somewhere called Jambu drive. Where Lim Huiwen lives in. Teehee. Hantu bite you plz.

Okay I'm off to impale more assflutes.

2006-01-03T20:09:00.000+08:00

Okay. To clear the air.

The post below IS dedicated to http://hungerpangs.blogspot.com.

It is completely NOT related to me at all. I do not have a generic female friend. I have REAL. Female. Friends. Ie. My dear huan ling and claudia, to name the two I crap to most.

I do not think I'm a S.N.A.G. I get emotional at times, I like sappy love songs (sekret zomg shh.) and I can listen to girls pouring out thei grief. BUT I AM NOT A FUCKING SENSITIVE NEW AGE GAY FAGG OMGHEPNO.

That said, I like my new 6680. It is quite cool and funky.

Just like me.

kthxbey u nubs im off to take nude photos of myself on my phone.

And no charlotte dear, I will not put a tag board because my mom said its bad for me to talk to strangers online =(

Dedicated to Spencie my "man"

2005-12-29T22:24:00.000+08:00

This post is dedicated to those who tend to have hungerpangs. ;)

Every time I wake up... I ask myself why I'm so lucky. How many kids around the world can live MY life? How many kids around the world are lucky enough to have great surgeons who brought them into this world?! Can you imagine what it would have been like... if a surgeon snipped off the wrong part during birth? How many guys would we be lacking. What a point to muse on and feel depressed about. Damn I feel like slitting my wrists now because I'm feeling super emo. How depressing. Sigh. I really hate the world at times :(

Enough of that. I thought of this as I stared at the pink boxers I had on my bed. Perhaps somewhere, like 167584028284km away, a homeless indian man is living in filth, wishing against hope that he might pick up a pair of used pink boxers in the trash to compliment his used pink singlet. I won't hesitate to admit it, tears rolled down my already tear-streaked face as I thought about how much it would have made the poor homeless indian man's day... if only I could ship my boxers over to him, 167584028284km away. (But only after I piss, shit and cum in it, to give it that authentic, "thrown away" scent and feel.)

Sigh. Sometimes I just sit and wonder why we can't treat people humanely. I've got this friend, let's call him S. S is a self-professed S.N.A.G. (That's sensitive new age guy, aka. chao ah gua who can't convince himeslf that he really does have a penis for u ignoramuses living in the caves out there.) S spends his time musing about why he has a 7" penis whereas his good friend only has a 6.983" penis. I must admit, S does have his friend's interest at heart, as from his musings, it is evident that S feels strongly for his friend's shorter weiner, and really wonders why the world wasn't made flat. I really wonder why people who aren't gay, I mean, S.N.A.G enough, can't treat S like a normal guy? I mean true, he does display effeminate tendancies and has an uncontrollable tear duct problem, but hey, S still does have a penis and two testicles floating around in some unnamed fluid in his ballsack. Sigh. Talking about this makes me feel so sad. I just wish I could go to one korner and cry and talk to my good female friend.

Thank you my good-generic-female-friend-whom-I-shall-not-name. I'm doing this to protect her in case some old teeko decides to search for her name on friendster and go rape her or something. Or worse, tell her what I really am. Then she'll probably ignore me and I'll be forced to stab myself with my sharpened drumsticks.

I really am a S.N.A.G.

Why won't anybody believe me? I guess I'll just have to go emo one corner and cry and whine to my good-generic-female-friend-whom-I-shall-not-name now.

Good bye cruel world.

Just Surrender - In your silence

2005-12-26T01:13:00.000+08:00

Tell me dear
How could I make this more clear
When I say this is forever
And how is that so wrong
Is it too much to ask to not be alone

So what did I do wrong
I'll take it back and start over again

Well I fall asleep with you
And I wake up alone, and unwanted
In your silence
And I wish I could destroy you
But instead I'll just adore you
And know that you were silent

I'll cross my fingers tight
And sleep to dream of you
Cause when I wake
I know I'll be alone
But it's worth it for you...for you

Well I fall asleep with you
And I wake up alone, and unwanted
In your silence
And I wish I could destroy you
But instead I'll just adore you
And know that you were silent

And I'd sleep through any dream for you
And I'd wait through anything
You're everything
You're everything to me

Well I fall asleep with you
And I wake up alone, and unwanted
In your silence
And I wish I could destroy you
But instead I'll just adore you
In your silence

Well I'm still waiting...

2005-12-26T01:11:00.000+08:00

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true...
All I want for Christmas
Is you...

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you...
You baby

I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby all I want for Christmas is you
You...

All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me

Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want him for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is
You

All I want for Christmas is you baby
[repeat]

Funeral for a friend - History

2005-12-23T17:08:00.000+08:00

Dear friends of this academy
Oh, Romeo is bleeding to death..
To see a friend bleed to death
What for, some kind of metaphor
That I can't see..
So I'll drink until I see it.

This sky will make me sick,
So I'll give up on you,
I'll give up on this.
This sky will make me sick,
So I'll give up on this,
I'll give up on you.

[Chorus]
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute..
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine.

So you want to hold me up and bring me down?
Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down

I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you.
I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you.

[Chorus x2]

It's all mine.. it's all mine.. it's all mine...

[Chorus x2]

2005-12-21T19:32:00.000+08:00

I really wanna drum for Thrice - Stare at the sun.

To anybody reading my blog.

I'm freelancing. Please drop me a line if you/your band/your friend's band needs a drummer. I do rock, pop, chinese songs, metal, blues, oldies and r&b. I've got my own cymbals (14" paiste soundformula hihats, 16" zildjian avedis thin crash, 18" zildjian avedis medium crash, 20" sabian AAX stage ride), and my own pedal (Pearl Eliminator single pedal.) I've got gigging experience too.

Why wait? Just drop this friendly drummer/backup vocalist a line now!

2005-12-21T13:53:00.000+08:00

Songs to learn:
1. Avenged Sevenfold - Seize the day
2. Avenged Sevenfold - I won't see you tonight (Part 1 and 2)
3. Iron Maiden - The trooper (Hah. Learnt it already.)
4. Children of Bodom - The trooper (Hah can't learn. A bit hard can.)

\m/ ROCK ON.

Now playing:
Avenged Sevenfold - Warmness on the soul

Taking Back Sunday - New American Classic

2005-12-20T23:39:00.000+08:00

"We've got to get better," I said, "It's all in your head."
We could live through these letters or forget it all together
See the months they don't matter it's the days I can't take
When the hours move to minutes and I'm seconds away

Just ask the question come untie the knot
Say you won't care, say you won't care
Retrace the steps as if we forgot
Say you won't care, say you won't care
Try to avoid it but there's not a doubt
And there's one thing I can do nothing about

When all that we need is just a reaction
It's too much to ask for when there's no attraction anymore
If chasing our dreams is just a distraction
I want to remember when I know that I can't go back

Just ask the question come untie the knot
Say you won't care, say you won't care
Retrace the steps as if we forgot
Say you won't care, say you won't care
Try to avoid it (try to avoid it) but there's not a doubt
There's one thing I can do nothing
There's one thing I can do nothing
There's one thing I can do nothing about.

Just ask the question (just ask the question) come untie the knot
Say you won't care, say you won't care
Retrace the steps (retrace the steps) as if we forgot
Say you won't care, say you won't care
Try to avoid it (try to avoid it) but there's not a doubt
And there's one thing I can do nothing
There's one thing I can do nothing
There's one thing I can do nothing about.

2005-12-19T18:27:00.000+08:00

Just returned from my 10 click run. It felt great to be sweating, to feel my thigh and calves burning and to feel my chest strain from each breath I took. It certainly has been a while since I ran, and enjoyed every minute of it.

Huan's back from Europe at last. Somehow in her abscence, I felt strangely empty and detached from reality. Now that she's back, things feel normal at last.

Band practice on Thursday at Bugis... I like this current line up with Rayner on the drums and Elaine on bass. Rayner's tight with Talib, but he still can't exactly click with Elaine yet, but I'm sure it won't be a problem for long. I still don't know how Irwan will click with them both, but I'm sure it won't be a problem, since he's a great guitarist. The band seems rather solid and the committment's there. Bring on the gigs...!

Oh, and the list of songs we're currently trying out for SAJC's Orientation 2006:

1. Taking Back Sunday - New American Classic
2. Switchfoot - Stars
3. Dishwalla - Angels or Devils
4. Thrice - Stare at the sun (Acoustic)
5. Finch - Letters to you (Acoustic)
6. Finch - Letters to you
7. Greenday - Basketcase
8. Brand New - Guernica
9. The Used - The Taste of Ink

And just for the record,

Band Lineup for Ink.Operated
Rhythm Guitar: Talib
Lead Guitar: Irwan
Bass: Elaine
Drums/Percussion: Rayner
Vocals: Yours truly, me.

Now playing:
Avenged Sevenfold - Waking the Fallen

CSB badge

2005-12-19T11:26:00.000+08:00

CSB badge
Originally uploaded by alvyn.

Some may call it The Pussy Badge, but hey, I'm proud of what I achieved. ;)

2005-12-17T21:43:00.000+08:00

Just returned from a jamming session with rayner, elaine and talib. It was kinda good, except for the fact that I haven't memorized the lyrics yet... so it was quite screwed up in that aspect.

I'm free from Monday to Friday... clearing all my excess leave. Anybody wanna go catch movies or just hang out/chill? Drop me a line, thanks.

Now playing:
Adema - Trust

2005-12-15T21:11:00.000+08:00

How do you walk away from something in which you've had tons of memories from?

How do you walk away from something when you've gone thru so much with the people involved, been thru so much shit with them, yet pushed them on and got pushed on?

How do you just walk away from your platoon mates?

Platoon field camp, Spade, 16km march, 23km pro-term march, SEOC, IPPT, Dumpin, Lancer, ATP, FIBUA, CSB 32km march. We've been thru a lot. I'm sorry that I'm leaving you guys. I really hope I could have stayed on, made a difference in someone's life.

I really wish I could apply that familiar green and black camo cream on my face next to you guys again. Or slammed that SAR-21 magazine into ER48, cocked it and shout "SAFE!" again. Or telling each other that the "end's in sight already, don't give up, look up and keep up." Or helping each other adjust our SBOs/FBOs before moving out for an exercise.

The character of platoon 2. It's in us all.

2005-12-04T02:05:00.000+08:00

I just read Gerard's friend's blog, and it is simply amazing. It isn't an everyday occurance that I chance upon a non-lit student putting up good poetry on his site. Oh and did I mention that he writes really good poems for a non-lit student? Yeah, he does.

I find it amazing that I can be so enchanted by someone so different from who I am. Maybe it really is true that opposites attract.

Probably. Hopefully. Dreamily.

1. Pick up the phone.
2. Dial number.
3. Wait for connection tone
4. Wait for answer
5. Greet opposite party
6. Speak my mind (Positive? Move to #8. Negative continue to #7)
7. Develop awkward silence.
8. Exchange random pleasentries.
9. Say goodbye, issue random messages of hope, ie. I'll see you soon enough aight?
10. Replace handset on phone cradle.
11. Ding ding, PROFIT. Or not.

2005-11-27T16:50:00.000+08:00

Going outfield for too long screws your physical fitness up. Take it from me, it really does. That aside... I'm just glad Lancer's over. Really, really glad. I'd never want to set foot back in Lancer ever again.

Don't we all love a little dilemma in our hearts? The little flicker of doubt that exists within all the hope we have. The little bit of uncertainty that lingers for just a second more.

You see, I hate being disappointed and let down.

On a side note, I kinda liked what happened last night. :)

Now playing:
Wu Yue Tian - Shi Guang Ji

2005-11-24T21:02:00.000+08:00

So I'm back from Brunei. Nothing eventful happened, except for the fact that I've got a slight tear at my left ankle ligament.

I've been doing lots of thinking, both in Brunei and recently, in the comfort of my room. I'm going around in a circle - I can't forget, and most importantly, I can't forgive myself for all my past mistakes. It's taking a toll on me, it really is. Every little thing triggers off my emotional side. Every little thing makes me depressed and moody. Every little thing makes me want to just curl up on my bed and cry.

I just got myself Mayday's Shi Guang Ji.. or time machine, and a part goes like this.. "...我愿意付出所有来换一个时光机". Trust me, I would give anything for a time machine.

五月天-时光机

那阳光碎裂在熟悉场景好安静

一个人能背多少的往事真不轻

谁的笑谁的温暖的手心我着迷

伤痕好像都变成了曾经

全剧终看见满场空座椅灯亮起

这故事好像真实又像虚幻的情景

只是那好不容易被说服的自己

借口又顶不住懊恼的侵袭

好后悔好伤心想重来行不行

再一次我就不会走向这样的结局

好后悔好伤心谁把我放回去

我愿意付出所有来换一个时光机

对不起独自回荡在空气没人听

最后又是孤单到天明

真的痛总是来得很轻盈没声音

从背后慢慢缓缓抱着我就像你

你和我还有很多的地方还没去

为何留我荒唐的坐在这里

好后悔好伤心想重来行不行

再一次我就不会走向这样的结局

好后悔好伤心谁把我放回去

我愿意付出所有来换一个时光机

对不起独自回荡在空气没人听

最后又是孤单到天明

最后又是孤单到天明

2005-11-06T20:44:00.000+08:00

Leaving for brunei today.. and I'm down with a temperature of 38.1 degree. Hooray. I don't think I'll enjoy myself there, and I think I'll be in for some form of ass-reaming when I'm back.

Be back in 16 days.

On a side note, I've got myself an angst blog at http://alvyn.blogs.friendster.com. Go visit it.

Now playing:
Air Supply - Making love out of nothing at all

2005-11-04T20:07:00.000+08:00

DSC00320
Originally uploaded by alvyn.

Vater Josh Freese signature sticks. Best sticks ever created by man, for real men.

Now playing:
A Perfect Circle - Blue

Craig David - Walking away

2005-11-04T01:17:00.000+08:00

I'm walking away from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away oh to find a better day
I'm walking away from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away oh to find a better day
I'm walking away

sometimes some people get me wrong
when it's something I've said or done
sometimes you feel there is no fun
that's why you turn and run
but now I truly realise
some people don't wanna compromise
well I saw them with my own eyes spreading those lies
and well I don't wanna live a lie, too many sleepless nights
not mentioning the fights, I'm sorry to say lady

I'm walking away from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away oh to find a better day
I'm walking away from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away oh to find a better day
I'm walking away

Well I'm so tired baby
things you say you're driving me away
whispers in the powder room baby
don't listen to the games they play
girl I thought you'd realise
I'm not like them other guys
coz I saw them with my own eyes
you should've been more wise
and well I don't wanna live a lie, too many sleepless nights
not mentioning the fights, I'm sorry to say lady

I'm walking away from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away oh to find a better day
I'm walking away from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away oh to find a better day
I'm walking away

2005-11-02T01:13:00.000+08:00

My Desktop
Originally uploaded by alvyn.

Just thought that the voyuers would be interested to take a look at my current desktop wallpaper, so here it is.

Wallpaper - Hollow by precursor

Now playing:
Dir En Grey - Cage

2005-11-01T16:35:00.000+08:00

I <3 gatsby matt & creamy styling wax. It really works wonders.

Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a finger in my eye.

Now playing:
Something Corporate - Bad Day

Just Surrender - Tell me everything

2005-11-01T11:40:00.000+08:00

Just one more hour
and I'll know the truth that separates the right From all the wrong feelings that
You have about me your grace is distracting me

White out the memories
of each sarcastic shot you took at me
With your hurtful tones and biting melodies

Just one more outburst
and I'm leaving you like you left me one year ago
and I know that this could never be an apology from you

A meaning buried
under shuttered breathing
Its taking too long for me to spit it out

Tell me everything will be alright
Close your eyes and dream of me tonight
Tell me that you won't just fade away
Cross my heart and hope to die tonight I'll dream my pain away

I'll let the lack of words speak for me
the way I am I can't express or understand
I'll take the time now to make you see

I see through your lies, they're bleeding from your eyes.

2005-11-01T02:07:00.000+08:00

Been listening to a lot of punkrock recently.. stuff by No Use For A Name, Just Surrender and the ever-popular Fall Out Boy, just to name a few. Catchy, fast and uplifting in a rather odd way. Shrugs.

In 5 days time, I will be on a plane to Brunei, aka Lancer for 16 days. I can say, confidently too, that I am not looking forward to this trip. I'd rather spend my days in singapore where INCH LONG GIANT FOREST ANTS didn't exist. I hope the 16 days really zoom by.. following which I hope I'll get my 3 stripes and my coveted admin spec job :-)

Brief entry because I'm sleepy, thus I beg and grovel for forgiveness to all the voyuers out there (cough faith, char, just to name a few).

And to keep some other voyuers entertained, I've decided on the following purchases:

1. 16" Sabian AAX Studio Crash
2. 14x5.5 TAMA Artwood Maple snare
3. Levis half-framed spectacles

And its time to hit the sack.

Now playing:
Something Corporate - Konstantine

Adam Saddler - Grow old with you

2005-10-22T19:34:00.000+08:00

I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

I'll miss you
Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold

Need you
Feed you
Even let you hold the remote control

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you

Post Ex. Dumpin

2005-10-15T21:46:00.000+08:00

Ex. Dumpin.. 3 days 2 nights of pure adrenaline (followed by complete exhaustion). Comparing this exercise to Ex. Spade, I realised how much I've changed, and how much my platoon mates have changed too.

The tactical march from our AA to our FUP was bad. It was torturious enough lugging the SAW along with my FBO, much less lugging that load on my busted left ankle. I was limping and dragging myself along most of the way.

The initial assault was amazing. I don't think I've heard so much gunfire and shouting in any exercise before. It was just chaotic.. section commanders screaming at men to "Advance!", the men screaming for the section commander, and the platoon commander calling the section commanders to "Get their fucking guys back in fucking line so he can fucking advance." Though the charge up the steep knoll was damn tiring, it was fulfilling to slam my SAW down on her bipod at the top of the knoll and scream at the section commander "ON!"

Haha. After that adrenaline packed start, we moved on to defence exercise. I don't think I've seen my platoon so demoralised before. The minute we finished digging our shellscrapes, the skies burst open on us. We stumbled back to the training shed.

Wet, dirty, sweaty, muddy and exhausted.

After an hour or so, we stumbled back to find our shellscrapes collapsed and flooded (with our field packs containing our rations in the shellscrape).

So we re-dug it, scooping the mud and muddy water out using our helmets. Before we could finish it, the skies opened up yet once again. This time around, we literally walked to the training shed. The look on everyone's face was pure agony. Everybody was just demoralised.

But we still re-dug our shellscrapes when the rain stopped. Thru the night, I was nodding off at my shellscrape as I did my shift and sentry. I just flopped into my shellscrape, mud and all, and just slept holding my SAW, with my cheek on the butt of my weapon.

But it was a good experience I guess.. I've learnt quite a bit about myself and everybody else. As for myself, I can't stand doing nothing while everybody else has something to do. Because of my busted ankle, I couldn't casevac our casualty, thus I stood sentry the entire night, feeling horrible inside. At the same time, I learnt that many people in my platoon just switch off when:

1. there are no instructors around
2. they're tired
3. they're demoralised
4. they're not being assessed.

Ho-hum.

Now playing:
Finch - Revelation Song

2005-10-09T02:33:00.000+08:00

As much as I hate to admit it, I find solace and comfort in nostalgia. Thinking about stuff in the past makes me feel better. Thinking back and recollecting those memories give me the assurance that I still have them, locked up somewhere secure, where this jadedness I'm feeling and the cynicism in me cannot destroy.

I remember when I was still in primary/secondary school, I used to watch those Hongkong movies at 2230 hrs religiously, every Saturday night. I switched my telly on just now while having a bit of a night snack, and lo and behold, 01 x above mentioned Hongkong movie. Warm fuzzy feeling, check.

I was browsing through friendster and somehow managed to hit my friend's blog. Looking at the entries about my friend's current beau evoked this initial sour feeling in me, this tinge of jealousy; yet almost simultaneously, a sense of happiness and peace as I recalled those days when my friend used to blog about her ex-beau. Lesson learnt, check. (A wrong decision begets a bad ending.)

I was looking at my old photos and came across 03A11's photo-shoot before Bangzhi left for poly. Those were the days... when I had my uber baggy pants and shirt, house captain badge, super worn and comfy converse sneakers and my super low bag with my super loud headphones. Those were the days when we had crap talks with each other in the cafe as a class... the days when I still had my brown hair. Haha.. those were the days I'd love to relive.

Nostalgia's good, no matter what people tell you. I dare you, no I double dare you motherfucker, to tell me to let go and move on. I've only got 3 simple words for you.

Fuck you understand?

2005-10-08T22:51:00.000+08:00

I had this rather random thought while waiting for Lta Lucifer to start his briefing for Ex. Wolf - No matter how fucked up life can get, all it takes is a dog to make you feel happy again.

No matter how fucked up life can get at times, all it takes is my dog doing something stupid and cute to make me feel that life actually does have its perks after all.

Away from that little note, OCS is a fucking wierd place to be in. You can never truly understand how your PC works. At the same time, you can never truly understand your platoonmates, no matter how much you claim you do - they may seem so 'on' and 'enthu' about stuff, and then switch off and become moronic bastards in the blink of an eye. I'm not saying that all of them are moronic two-face bastards, but there are a couple of assflutes amongst them.

The problem with PC is that, no matter how hard you try, you can never get him to praise you when you've done something right, or something that you feel proud off, or something in which you've put effort in. Everything's always sub-standard to him, everything's always not right unless he likes your face. No matter how much bullshit he talks about being fair and all, its clearly evident that his judgements are always biased against those few that he doesn't like, and biased towards the few that he likes.

No matter how much bullshit he talks about treating everybody fairly, the bottom line remains. I don't really care much for favouritisms, but what really pisses me off is the lack of recognition for what I've done for the platoon. I didn't shrink from responsibility, neither did I refuse to carry out my duties - hell I've gone out of my way to do things for people in the platoon. But does PC know? No, he doesn't. But all it took was for the bunks to be messy after Commander's Parade and SEOC, and he throws a fucking hissy fit and declares that I'm not doing my job well. Fuck that shit. If he wanna think that way, so be it. I couldn't really be bothered.

Is it my fault that a few people chose to sleep rather than clean their SAR21s?

Is it my fault that a few people chose not to clean their ceiling fans for stand by area?

I've done my part - I've let them know what they have to do, I've pushed them to do it, I've pressed them to get their shit done on time. What more can I do? Be like their mothers and nag at the 24 fucking 7?

What a real bitch.

2005-10-01T01:01:00.000+08:00

Maybe I've grown up, maybe I've just become more cynical. As the days go by, I realised that I'm looking at things in a very different light... I'm seeing both sides, sometimes even more, to things, and I can't say that I really like this feeling.

Anyway, I'm the new metro-frontman for Jive, rayner's band. This should be interesting.. my first attempt at fronting a band. It's gonna be so different, front sitting behind the drumset to standing in front of the entire band. Different and exciting.

Here's a toast to better days ahead.

Now playing:
Los Lonely Boys - Heaven

Wishlist

2005-09-30T22:02:00.000+08:00

I would like to have the following:

1. 14" Istanbul Mehmet traditional hihats
2. 16" Zildjian K dark crash
3. Tama Iron Cobra Rolling Glide double pedals
4. 14x5.5" Tama Artwood maple snare
5. 10" Zildjian A custom splash
6. 16" Istanbul Mehmet China

Thanks (:

2005-09-25T12:35:00.000+08:00

I kinda realised that I can't clique well with my platoonmate. Except for maybe, a few.

I can't connect with them the way I did back in sispec. I feel out of place. I feel as though I don't belong.

Shrugs.

Now playing:
Judas Priest - Nightcrawler

Of sunsets and palm trees

2005-09-23T19:31:00.000+08:00

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Originally uploaded by alvyn.

My original intention was to attempt to get a few decent sunset shots, but after realising that it was far too cloudy, I snapped this shot. (After wandering around for at least 30 odd minutes. Damn.)

It ain't perfect, but I kinda like it.

(:

New cameras + social night

2005-09-21T13:14:00.000+08:00

Quick update. Just purchased a Nikon D50 DSLR and a Sony Cybershot T3. Not bad... sleek, small and sexy. ;-) gonna put them to good use at my social night.

Oh and I got a new blazer too. Lol.

2005-09-12T16:13:00.000+08:00

This is cool. I just emailed Dave Conaway about the pricing for a 10ply, 14x5.5 custom maple snare.

The snare's gonna be natural finished and lacquered, with black hardware and probably wooden hoops. Total cost has been USD$199 without shipping. That's about SGD$339. Assuming shipping's $100, the snare will cost me $439. It's still a good $200 cheaper than the maple snares yamaha's stocking!

Now playing:
Finch - Bitemarks and bloodstains

2005-09-11T00:30:00.000+08:00

Angst and emo. Probably part and parcel of my life.

When I'm angsty or emo, I like venting my frustrations out. I love venting my anger and frustration out.

I hate people telling me what to do, and what not to do. I hate people dictating my fucking life.

Please don't get on my fucking nerves or the regret will be fucking humongous.

Take my fucking word for it.

2005-09-10T23:05:00.000+08:00

I don't know what to blog.

Fuck.

Hair cut

2005-08-28T12:22:00.000+08:00

I'm a happy boy because I just had a nice hair cut :-) I look pretty damned good now. Hur hur hur.

Leaving for church, then to grandma's place, then back to camp.

Ex. Spade is on Tues.

Bookout's most likely on Friday.

:-) It's gonna be over soon. (6 more months.)

<3

Back to camp...

2005-08-15T18:28:00.000+08:00

I'm returning to camp now - with a nice temperature of 37.9 degrees, a stuffy nose and a screwed up throat. Not to mention a nice, phlegmy cough.

Urgh. There are times when I seriously wonder what I'm doing in OCS and why I even bother trying so hard and pushing myself so much. $750 isn't that spectacular a sum (It's $2.50/hr assuming we're awake for only 8 hrs daily.), and the prestige or honour isn't that much after all.

JY once told me "Whenever the training gets super tough, think of the commissioning parade and your parents putting on your rank for you. That'll make you press on."

Sure, it does work. Initially. But after a while I start to wonder, so much pain just for that few hours of honour and glory? Is it a worthy trade-off?

On a side note, the band's reformed and renamed. I'm hoping that Halim will be able to hit the notes, and sound good. I've never heard him sing, so I guess I'll give it a shot this Saturday. The current line up stands at:
Guitars - Talib and Irwank
Bass - Nuh
Vocals - Halim
Drums/Percussions - Yours truly

Apart from that, I'll be doing vocals for a couple of Finch acoustic songs, and I might be the frontman/vocals for Rayner's band. We'll see about that and see if I've got the time for it. It'll be a new change to do vocals rather than sit behind a drumset all the time.

On air:
Finch - Letters to you (Acoustic version)

Bon Jovi - Thank you for loving me

2005-08-13T18:33:00.000+08:00

It's hard for me to say the things
I want to say sometimes
There's no one here but you and me
And that broken old street light
Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words tonight

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me

I never knew I had a dream
Until that dream was you
When I look into your eyes
The sky's a different blue
Cross my heart
I wear no disguise
If I tried, you'd make believe
That you believed my lies

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

You pick me up when I fall down
You ring the bell before they count me out
If I was drowning you would part the sea
And risk your own life to rescue me

Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words tonight

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
You parted my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

When I couldn't fly
Oh, you gave me wings
You parted my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

Thank you for loving me.

2005-08-13T18:07:00.000+08:00

Apart from the omni-present (and very real) threat of signing extras, or getting "+2, -2"s from Lt. Satan, everything else is pretty decent in OCS. The food's good, the lodging's good, and well, to be honest, the dress code is way overboard - one different set of PT kit, admin attire per term is a huge overkill. (Especially since we have to get extra polo tees, pt kits etc...)

Though life in OCS is pretty good, there are days when I feel like giving up and just screaming my head off. Yeah, that's the level of frustration and exasperation I get sometimes. Days when you book out at 1100 hrs, and book back at 2130 hrs. Days when your book out timing changes from 1630hrs to 2030 hrs magically. Days when your lights out timing's at 0200 hrs and reveille's at 0630 hrs. Days when you feel so down that you'd be knocking on Satan's bald scalp if you went any lower.

I've got section live firing again tomorrow, before we're granted nights out until 2230 hrs. It really sucks (and hurts) when we've been all looking forward to our well deserved book out tomorrow, only to be told that it had been cancelled and changed to a nights out. Morale really drops, enthusiasm vanishes and abject depression sets in... But we've still got to carry on.

Lan lan suck thumb, true blue NSF style.

I've also realised that all the rambling and self-proclamations that having a girlfriend in NS has more disadvantages than benefits (?) were nothing more than self-consolatory nonsense.

On air:
Dishwalla - Counting Blue Cars