tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71870302011-07-15T08:42:25.800+08:00The author's ethnic group is Chinese, but preferred language is English. Drinks Coffee. Truckloads. Spasms when eating rich chocolate. Reads here & there. Listens to mostly rock. He tries to cover his narcissism by whitewashing his blog as a faux-orwellian propaganda site.Thomasnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-16408253918162587832007-07-25T05:36:00.000+08:002007-07-25T15:22:06.821+08:00

I guess it takes a major event to break me out of my blogging torpor.No, there was no recent death in the immediate family.Headed down to KL during the recent weekend. It was a really mindblowing experience and strangely enough, despite all the fun I had over there, going aboard only makes me appreciate the precious things at home. (meaning you lah, dear reader)Please click on the pictures above

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Its 4:12am at the moment, I'm stoned, beat, my eyes are sore and dry. I smell of a club/pub, cigarettes, smoke machine, alcohol, sweat, the works. I'm wearing a silly grin that don't seem to be going off soon, but damn am I TIRED.One of these days, I'm going to spend friday night like a good boy should - Quiet evening with milk, cookies and an engaging novel. I'm gonna just chill out and have a

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-4044503763164371052007-05-23T20:52:00.000+08:002007-05-23T20:54:22.951+08:00

About 2 months ago my friend B was involved in a car accident. Sitting in the backseat of this n00b driver friend's car, he watched as the speedometer climbed to 100, 120, 140. Of course, B's friend, trying to speed on a meandering 2-lane road, lost control, skidded, 'drifted', spun twice, finally stopping after a hard solid bang into the roadside kerb.The cost to this idiotic Initial D wannabe

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If you could see us tonight. If you could only see all the people who came forth.We stood still, unspeaking, amidst the Hail Maries that echoed into the dark night. We stood in silent protest, unsure of our emotions, the tears that simply flowed down some cheeks. We stood as a black bloc, passively indignant, at a life's journey abruptly ended.We patted each other, we hugged and said

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1944, and I was only 15 years old at the time. The winter that year was particularly brutal. The biting, biting cold. We barely survived on crumbs of bread and watery soup for meals. Reduced to skin and bones, we had no fats to keep ourselves warm. We had to work outside, in the open, everyday, no exceptions. When the winds stirred up and howled through the quarries, people would stopped

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Its like the subconscious hit a brick wall in the budget department."Wow. Its the dojo room in that Wachowski brothers' flick."What to do, when I have become so dependent on visual/audio special effects from pop culture media. My brain can only recreate their depictions of reality, or in this case, hyper-reality.My spoken comment was meant for the only other person in the vast empty sparring hall

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Twenty-one, a romantic evening. A private moment spent reclined, shared with a bright full moon. The mosquitoes serenade me with whispers in my ears, my mind a dizzy whirl from a forty degrees fever.Twenty-one, the last throes of a long drawn out break-up misery. Undue self imposed flagellation, a sick circle carousel I could not escape. Morning brought soothing relief, Purity brought a

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Amazingly, today I managed to describe the undescribable.Imagine the entire universe coming to a standstill, and on Earth, the entire planet comes to a complete halt; right to its now completely-frozen-solid core. What would that world be like? Howling winds, deep chilling winds blowing over frozen rock & snow, like the stock footage of artic landscape shown on Discovery channel a million times

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For all our modern advances and conveniences, some experiences have been lost to us. Actually, some of these might even seem childish.When was the last time I stood in the rain?Its really not as bad as hearsay has it. Yeah, I felt pissed at first of course, 9 years old & walking home from I-forgot-where, that uncomfortable horrible feeling of fabric soaking up liquid and cloth clinging on skin.

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We sat across each other at a table in a diner. I can feel her eyes burning into my head, I am examining the intricate wood grain and the menu's fonts.She says, "Say something."I look up and adjust my glasses. The sunrays filter through the glass windows coming in all bizarre casting odd shadows in the poorly lit place. Her face is unmoving, eyes intent. I am uncomfortable and have a million

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This thick smog suffocates, the faint wood ash smell everywhere. Retching suddenly, violent sputem expelled. Escaping from a crowded weekend bar to find the whole world's smoke-filled and dim. Breathless, an invisible confinement enclosing.I fear the rain nevertheless. Dreading the first drops, uncomfortable, insecure, uncertain. One hits my skyward eyes, involuntarily I twitch. The grey clouds

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Sitting at home on a Tuesday night I realised I haven't been out on a thorough all-nighter cycling trip in months. Of course I could head out this instant with the trusty 2-wheeler, but back then I was fuelled by insane volumes of caffeine concentrate, and a maddening desire to escape the weekday limbo of secondary school math equations and formulas that I never did get in my head. Out in the

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1159565455833265632006-09-30T05:08:00.000+08:002006-09-30T05:51:28.753+08:00

A chat with a friend on the net came upon her expressed interest in reading The Catcher in The Rye again. I raised my eyebrows, then my eyeballs, 1 or 2 degrees up to my personal copy of the book, seated snugged between other novels on a shelf right above my monitor.Another line typed, I reached up for the paperback. Flipping thru' its yellow pages, I catch up with the exploits of Holden

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In the undead hours after midnight we were jolted from our sleep, the strident wailings of sirens like trumpets at the end of world shook us out from our warm beds. Still half-conscious we stared at one another in the pitch darkness, confused as much as we are apprehensive, in our army singlets and shorts variously.Six hours later all of us would be identical, in camouflage green, decked out in

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You tend to get jaded as you grow older but for the first time since I took off the trainer wheels off the bike and tried to balance myself, (1994?) that incredible sense of marvel and wonder has enchanted me again and got me hooked on mastering how to rollerblade.Hurray for me, horror and destruction for the free world.The whole episode today started many weeks back. Idling away the hours in

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(Note: I used my friend's digicam and only got the photos this week. My bad.) I hate it when bands play at roadshows. Sure, any appearance is a good opportunity for a bit of cash and some outdoor airtime plus publicity, but the sound setup's usually crap, the crowd's half-assed and people don't show the appreciation for the effort the musicians have to put in to do gigs like this. Futhermore,

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Its a breathtaking experience, being at a live gig and right in the thick of things. I don't care if listening to albums at home's more comfy, the CD sound quality's better or you don't have to travel, etc, but a band perform on stage adds an entire new element to the "entertainment" factor.And here's where you see the differences - I have seen bands that comprise of musical virtuosos but fail

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1156032025710969032006-08-20T07:38:00.000+08:002006-08-20T08:08:16.383+08:00

If grammatical gender was more common aspect in the English language, Opportunity is female for sure. Trust me I know.And she does not knock only once, (no doors around to be seen anyways, my head would cause me pain) she prefers to situate herself to be conveniently seen and approached, and twice. I should have carpe diem'ed, but I don't really mean the whole seizing bit, too violent. A quick

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Can I stay seated at the sofa the whole night and not move?(No, not even fidgeting of toes.)

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Someday today will be the good old days. Went out for the usual dose of music with the usual suspects.I was brought up to believe in an entity that is all powerful, personal and benevolent. Growing up I was told to talk to this person. It doesn't have to be always a complaining session you know, but yes, I could tell God all the big and small problems that I had. I still do believe in these

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1155130272820385622006-08-09T21:19:00.000+08:002006-08-09T21:31:12.840+08:00

Saw this over @ Poptart's Baybeats 2006 gallery. To Jin Hao - great shot man thanks. That's fellow Serenaide fan Khairi and me, trippy-happy to good music. Crap, I always look like I'm drunk/high/stoned in these shots. And this time its as if I got lipstick on, hah!Oh yeah, happy Singapore birthday people. Majulahs you all.. majulahs.

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Headed down to frequent haunt HOME club on Friday, listened to opening band Valium live for the first time (good stuff btw), and then the stage was cleared for LocalBarBoy to setup.Joe Ng walked by and I asked him a couple things about the band's long term hiatus. He had this warm smile as we chatted, but the moment was quite sad really. The band will not be performing anymore as Yap will be

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Saturday started out with an afternoon trip down to Far East, staying around till Peepshow starts their set at about 8pm. They played as part of Tapestry 2006, an event featuring numerous bands performing/busking for charity. The situation was grim when the guys walked around early to look see. A less-than-interested crowd of consisting mostly of curious passerbys, the acoustics of the "stage"

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One intensive weekend, running here and there, jumping around. Its tiring, definitely, but having a whale of a time so far. Baybeats has been good so far. On Day 1 I watched Great Spy Experiment, Ferns, Tiramisu, Love Me Butch & Poptart but missed out on quite a few great bands. Especially enjoyed the LMB set, jumped right into the moshpit and lost myself in the voices, moshing, music, sweat and

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Free passes rock. Went down to Zouk for "VERY BRIT" an event 'celebrating all things and music Brit", but mainly a corporate effort promoting some upcoming UK albums. The event lasted from 9-11pm.. of which Great Spy Experiment & Electrico only play 4 songs each.. roughly 50 minutes of live music altogether out of roughly 2 hours. You can't really blame them - They were there to help prop the

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Excerpts from "Boy Kill Boy - Suzie"[Sing along to a marching-like thumping beat]Oh, time has leering onSo take another breathAnd taste - this - one - more - time - againCountdown.. Countdown.. Countdown to the disappointmentsI'm yours tonight..Countdown.. Countdown.. Countdown to the disappointmentsI'm yours tonight..No lah, nothing drastic happened. I'm just feeling a little post-exertion

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VERY BRIT @ Zouk1st July, 9-11pmElectrico and Great Spy Experiment.Going in free.Ooh la la ;J

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Of all the million and one things that happened yesterday, 2 thoughts just remained stuck in my head throughout the night:1. When Peepshow ended their set with a rowdy song that only had "SCHOOL SUCKS" for its lyrics, I couldn't bring myself to shout along with the crowd, especially given my current lifestyle.2. Oh to be a teenager in this decade. Things are definitely looking up in the local

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Eh seriously even I don't know understand why I should feel so strongly about this.But anyways - Hang in there, Tangkap & gang. Fight for our dreams and individual audioscapes. I'm rooting for you!Take care people.

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To paraphrase how Joe Ng introduces songs - A beautiful night of beautiful songs and beautiful moments.. just beautiful everything.Had a great night of music with the best of company yesterday. Went down with Cecilia & Sham to timbre (later joined by Cher Hoe) for yet another monthly episode of OpenStage.The featured bands this time around were Elise, Embryo, Typewriter and Localbarboy.The entire

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I think I've neglected this blog in many ways.If I were to reflect on its original purpose. mini-misedu's was originally intended as a communal blog, where like-minded lightning wit friends would gather to discuss and debate. Plant a starter post with a topic, subsequent replies come as retorts or supplements to add on to the former. At the very beginnings of when this blog started there were

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What a tangled web we weave. I come back from a week in camp and get overwhelmed by a whole deal of events. There has been some misunderstandings.1. Ex-girlfriend blogs that ex-teacher visited her at her overseas place.2. Said ex-teacher also happens to have taught me. I'm very fond of her.3. I SMS a well-wish to her, something along the lines of "I read from ____'s blog... Hope you had fun,

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Actually I've been given more than a year of advance warning. Sort of. Does prescience count? Because somewhere back in 2004, weeks before going into army, I sat around with the guys at the prata shop enjoying the last moments of carefree life. Half-focused on my meal, I listened to the bittersweet stories of the ones already in camouflage green."HAHA" I butted in between the pauses, "for all I

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Singapore's really a small place. Was standing-stoning on the MRT this Thursday and in pops William. (Electrico/Typewriter)ME: O_O Ehhhhh! Sup' man!We chatted abit then he got off.Then today when I was on my way to Cafe Cosmo to catch Serenaide I saw someone wearing a Great Spy Experiment t-shirt."Wait. Isn't he from the band?"Song's real cool to chat with. He even helped out with directions and

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Come on down for a cozy evening with PEEPSHOW, with guest band Lunarin. Fun starts @ 7pm ;)

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Sometimes I don't even know how I survive these things. Due to unexpected surprises and last minute changes the night turned out far different from what I had intended, but its all good. Thumbs ups to Shamz, Mark & Cher Hoe for the company, Things definitely wouldn't have been so happy-crazy without ya'all.Other very notable thankworthy parties: The Great Spy Experiment @ Gashaus (PS: The EP was

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1148062686452978262006-05-20T02:09:00.000+08:002006-05-20T02:18:06.476+08:00

I really should be sleeping, I'm tired. But then Jamie's gives a heads-up on this and its kind of too interesting to wait till tomorrow to blog about:Photo originally hosted on the SG Secrets blogThis just confirms something I've always known for some time - There are many like us around really. Its almost like a Crying Of Lot 49 thing is going on.

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I haven't really slept for about a day & a half, kinda feeling abit stoned now, but in a good way. It was wonderful @ Substation yesterday. I grabbed Jeiel down for "Broadcast", a 13-hour event organised by MFG. The best part of the night has to be the Poptart set, hands down, even with all the technical problems that kept cropping up. Now I got that Bloc Party track's stuck in my head.We've got

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Met with Edmund in the morning for some gym, headed down to town afterwards. Had my footprints cover every inch of the entire Kino outlet @ Taka. Finally decided to pick up Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close for the second time, first occasion was baaah. Ernest Hemmingway got left on the shelf, sorry bro.Got the usual weekend cup of Espresso Fraps without whipped cream

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Eyes closed, my world complete darknessSee, feel, touch, notFloating forever, space debris in vacuumThe familiar voice calls from somewhere distantVague whispers, soft nothings, beckoningMe, hesitant dweller of the hazy realms of sleepMet my summoner's face, right in the eyesDid I? Did she? Did who? Knew what?Watching movies with a theatre of chain smokersThe sunlight feels warm upon my

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The whole bunch of us children's church workers decided to go out for afternoon makan and chat.15 minutes later and seated down around a creaky wooden table, I contributed my 2¢ worth to the discussion at hand and sipped on my ice-chilled bandung.One of them looked at me, distinctively startled. Many years ago she taught me as a sunday school teacher, watching me grow up. Now we are weekend

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The Project Green Grass gig was simply good beyond words. From between 5-10pm it was mostly exhilarating rhythms and sounds. The weather almost put a halt to the event. It was either the hot humid equatorial air causing much sweating or the grey clouds overhead ever threathening. Fortunately everything went pretty OK in the end.Surreal (from left to right) - Jon (guitar + vocals) , John C (bass),

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but there's a squatting toilet in the cell I'll be sleeping in ;)For the past few days I've seen/heard the ongoing ads for the upcoming elections and I always find myself switching the thing off and grumbling something along the lines of "mudderphugging *%#$"I'll keep any other political sentiments to myself, since firstly its not a polite conversation topic for new aquaintances and secondly, I

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My youngest brother came into the room sounding doleful holding pieces of paper in his hand. I half-noted his presence from the corner of my eye, focus on the screen and hand on the mouse, click-click-click."We had Literature today at school."Well he had my attention now. We had a short chat where I gathered he seemed confused about the subject with its perculiar demands and teachings. I nod my

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The guy's pretty much burning many nights' oil and slogging over this. I went down toNAFA today to view the final project that Jason & his teammates have been working on. Their work's entitled "Check", playing upon the chess term. Its a documentary about some of the issues of daily life.Of course, the exhibition wasn't just about this single piece. Jason brought me around the campus visiting the

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.. was OK lah. There were the good and the not-so-good bits. Went down with OpenStage veterans Lloyd and Shamz.The bands were good, with Electrico and EIC shining through with great sets as usual. Rai of EIC was given a special welcome by his audience, who also happened to be his students in this case.I wonder how does it feel like to appear as a normal teacher to them on usual days and then

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The first ever OpenStage held @ timbre was a resounding success. It has to be, we all had such a wonderful time thanks to the bands ;)I made a gallery out of the pictures I took at the gig, click on the picture above to go see.

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So the problem is these days I can't really seem to focus my attention on anything long enough to see it through, 5-15 minutes is the max patience I have for anything (almost) before I get up and scoot. I have to keep moving moving moving and-Bah, I go make myself supper now. Later people.

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The gardeners were merciless with their grasscutter blades.Due to the thankful occasion of Good Friday we got to see Boons earlier. Hung out for supper at a prata place along with Chip. Delon & Kheng. And the rambling army talk just went on forever.Cheers to good times and a breather. He'll be back in camp later at 8pm to carry on his 2 weeks of conditioning confinement stay in there. Hang tight

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April 15, 4 7-11pm, Substation (timbre bistro) - OpenStageBands: Concave Scream, Lunarin, Objection Overrule, Embryo*The most dependable info I got at the moment is that the bands will start at around 8pm. April 21, 6-11pm(?), RJC - RJC DreaMix Charity ConcertRJC will be holding a charity gig in conjunction with Arts Festival as well as the college's 25th Anniversary Celebrations on 21st April (

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He'll have a lot less hair when we see him again. ;)This entry's dedicated to my good friend Boon. As of now he is going through his first days of life as an army regular. He went in on 07th April 2006. While for most of us Singaporean men NS life is just a temporary (annoying?) phase to bear and endure through, Boon will be stepping into it as a career, with a different mindset and priorities to

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If I sound like I'm raving again, actually I am. Found this great webcomic "Questionable Content" from random blogsurfing - indie, innuendoes, invigorating names for coffee flavours... (vodkoffee anyone?) shiok.Some episodes even feel a little deja vu-ish.. (http://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=177 ? )Jeph Jacques has definitely taken over (Tatsuya Ishida as numo uno online comics

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1143927245175788762006-04-02T04:41:00.000+08:002006-04-08T05:59:01.836+08:00

Take out a matchstick from a box of twenty, strike it.Flick that into a nearby prepared heap of flammables, watch the entire thing come alive alight, a eye-widening aggressiveness, a WHOOSH, and a blinding flare scarring right into your retina. Night turns into day. And the pile quivers in the heat, aching, consuming upon itself.Tiny wood splinterettes lifting themselves hesitantly off their

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1143270515849125082006-03-25T15:04:00.000+08:002006-04-01T15:27:02.330+08:00

Note: Except for spelling corrections I'll try to paraphrase what I said to my friends on IRC/MSN.. it captures my mood better.I went down to Suntec today because Channel U's jue(2) dui(4) Superband held a "concert" at the fountain of wealth. No, I'm not rooting for any of the groups, I think the whole thing is an exercise towards fultility in any case. I went there for my church friend who

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1143221237814517432006-03-25T01:20:00.000+08:002006-03-25T01:27:17.823+08:00

I know we haven't really kept in touch these days, I know its not really any of my business, especially since I shouldn't even know about this yet. I know its a personal issue, I know I don't really have a say in anything here. I still have to ask though.Edison. Are you sure? Have you really really really sat down and thought it over?No. I really mean really.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1142766490298512132006-03-19T18:37:00.000+08:002006-03-19T19:08:11.033+08:00

I was bored so I took the piece of scrap and rowed it into a neat tube. Holding it between my index and middle fingers I twirled it slightly, the texture of paper against calloused fingerprints.I held it up to my eyes for a moment, twisted my wrists couple of times, rotating it. Then gingerly I parted my lips and placed one end of it just a little in my mouth. Like a c-Cigarette.I took a deep

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1142726181675468782006-03-19T07:14:00.000+08:002006-09-16T15:38:39.490+08:00

Went down to the Mosaic Music Fest @ Esplanade on Thursday (for Ronin & Poptart) and Friday. (for EIC & Rivermaya)RONIN (16-03-2006)As usual, Levan and gang were hard rocking heroes. Heavy music, high-energy stage performance, shiok. They move about so much that I had problems getting good shots. I blame my cheap digicam though.POPTART (16-03-2006)I was full of anticipation AND reservations

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1142426152771218702006-03-15T20:11:00.000+08:002006-03-16T19:23:51.163+08:00

If you're not of the small group of friends who see/talk to me every other day, you've probably been spared my repeated inane "yaaaaaaaa~ wooooooooo~" ravings.Umm, sorry about this then.I got myself a myspace account a few days back and IT ROCKS. Its Friendster with tons of support for bands and music, which suits my interests of course.. For the past few days I've been having a crazy (good) time

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1142124276733544882006-03-12T08:16:00.000+08:002006-03-12T08:56:36.386+08:00

1 + 1 != 2 was wonderful. I missed Astreal, but Electrico never failed to wow with their sounds. (eh, when's the album coming out?) Finally managed to see Lunarin perform live, felt good to sing along to familiar songs.LocalBarBoy deserves a special mention, and to think the guys almost left to get some makan - It was giddy let-your-hair loose fun we clapped and sang to LBB's covers of local

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1142009449778083032006-03-11T00:30:00.000+08:002006-03-11T00:50:49.853+08:00

The guys met up for a run on Wednesday. Between huffs and sweat droplets we reflected on how long we've known one another. 15 years. Wow. Maybe I was high on post-run endorphins and feeling mellow from cooldown drooziness.Those 15 years were not about the duration in itself, but every single one moment during that time period no matter how small or big. The good and the ones where we didn't mind

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Heads' up on what seems to be a promising one. I first got word of this one from Pearl. I did some googling on my own and here's what I found on The Art House website:1 + 1 NOT EQUALS II Presented by: The Arts HouseFeatured Artists: Electrico, Lunarin, Astreal, LocalBarBoy, Ah Hock And Peng Yu, Cake Theatre, Moving Arts, etcSynopsis:If Hip-Hop has breakdancers, what does Rock have? In an attempt

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1141666958615126922006-03-07T01:27:00.000+08:002006-03-07T01:46:24.050+08:00

I got back from India on 05th March.. made the best out of everything and had quite a good time there. I enjoyed the sights and sounds there but I sure did miss my family and friends! Its good to be home :) I made a gallery page out of all the shots I took during the trip, click on the pictures above to view them. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1140149609043155762006-02-17T12:03:00.000+08:002006-02-17T15:10:29.650+08:00

Hey guys, I'll be flying off to India for 2 weeks, will be back on 5 Mar. If all goes well I'll already be home again before I know it. Till then, take care guys. You know who I'm coming home for.

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Apathy replaces calcium or protein as the solidifying material, an ever thickening coat all around. It forms layers over previously exposed soft flesh, covering and burying that beneath a new outer cover of indifference. The vulnerable heart, naked and aching. A slow viscid flow engulfs it and a newly formed shell emerges afterwards. Limbs and fingers twitch before being swallowed whole and given

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1139757106579784842006-02-12T23:11:00.000+08:002006-02-12T23:12:47.600+08:00

With the recent releases of movies, I can't help but imagine that something like this might have happened some time back:[ Setting: At a bar lounge, 2 well known actors relaxing after a hard day's work. ]Heath Ledger: Hey Jake, I got this really crazy idea.Jake Gyllenhaal: Go on.HL: Why not we do this, you go ahead and audition for that macho six-packed Gulf War movie.. what is it again..JG:

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.. was GREAT. It was wonderful to see everyone together again and just catch up on old times and current happenings in between lunch and munchies. We had lunch at Far East Plaza's Sakura, then most of us headed over to the Starbucks near Forum, then Tanglin Mall, then to Plaza Singapura. We ended the day with Benny, Cass, Eka, Sham & me having some makan @ Chomp Chomp. (or as Cass elegantly put

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1139605908131780542006-02-11T04:51:00.000+08:002006-02-11T22:58:45.390+08:00

In the dim-witted inexperienced foolishness of her youth she greedily swallowed the elixir of life. She had chanced upon the formula while sifting through the papers of the senior professor that she served as an assistant to. The preparation process was surprisingly easy, and she stared hard at the glowing liquid sitting potent in the test tube before she decided.Never wrinkle, fade, decay.

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To think that the venue is a girls' school.Music, Music, Mayhem. What a night to remember. I almost couldn't get in due to all presale tickets being sold out. Thank God for not-so-small mercies.First of all, I missed Skyjuice and Crossbred. (Opps) West Grand Boulevard showed great showmanship and quick thinking when the fuse blew half-way through their set: a 15 minute

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1138707899393456612006-01-31T19:44:00.000+08:002006-01-31T21:22:37.626+08:00

*obligatory deep breath to emphasis seriousness*Nope, I haven't been working out for quite a long time. Got a lot of catching up to do.---Hey there Ms Tambourine Girl would you like to come along? (I would!)And I've updated the featured audio track. Tambourine Girl's a demo by Samantha. Its very funky retro dance-yourself-stupid-in-armchair-in-front-of-PC kind of feel good song. Probably a good

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1138562160541314202006-01-30T02:11:00.000+08:002006-01-30T03:32:11.643+08:00

We reached Woodlands Customs somewhere 3pm+ in the afternoon. I'll try to let the pictures the story of how we eventually reached my uncle's place at Kulai, Johore. Half way across the causeway and the familiar comforting sight of HDB high-rise flats are already shrinking..The customs over the other side. We moved forward at the pace of snails and waited forever. Latent feelings of misanthropy

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1138488422794409232006-01-29T06:45:00.000+08:002006-01-29T06:47:02.796+08:00

www.myspace.com/rockforgood . I anticipate.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1138479991471427272006-01-29T04:18:00.000+08:002006-01-29T06:51:01.636+08:00

We 3 brothers were hanging around at the badminton court waiting for our mum to get done with things and come out from the home to go for Chinese New Year visitations. And then I realise that this was one of those rare moments when all 3 of us are together - These days most of the week I'm in camp and on weekends either/both James and Anthony are out at church or with friends.Time flies and

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1138391712071293262006-01-28T03:32:00.000+08:002006-01-28T03:55:12.186+08:00

For what its worth, arriving at almost 2pm at MI (even when almost all the teachers have left) was a good thing. The few teachers I managed to see and catch up abit chit-chatting are special to me. Those that weren't around are too. But I rather they enjoy their rare half-day with their families and friends than stay back just for a single ex-pupil.Of all the days to have draggy morning

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1138103655648857652006-01-24T19:27:00.000+08:002006-01-24T19:58:48.723+08:00

10:15pm. Have to be in camp by 11:30pm latest and travel time is 45mins at least. Just one more minute. I'll relax abit more with a cold drink and MP3s then I'll be good.10:40pm."WHERE DID THE TIME GO TO?! damndamndamn.."Pulled on jean, put on shirt, grabbed my bag, hurried out of room. Stopped outside in the living room to get a pair of socks ... and the entire family unit is laid back watching

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1137897458997158182006-01-22T10:31:00.000+08:002006-01-29T06:49:48.536+08:00

I met Boon at his place Saturday night to go out for a cycling trip. The guy popped out from his gate with his bike quietly.. and some plastic bags. "Bro what you doing with those things?" Before my mind could think up some crude masturbation-related pun - he pedaled off already, I followed. "Here's the prob." We got off and stared at this spot on the pedestrian walkway. A dead kitten on

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1137841106334935272006-01-21T18:45:00.000+08:002006-01-22T09:38:07.856+08:00

Gone out for this. I'll let you know how the bands were later ;)---[update: 22-01-06 1:37am] Yep, its confirmed. I'm a true blue bona fide B-Quartet fan as of today. Man.. I haven't been this excited about a local band's sound/performance for a long time. B-Quartet's technical expertises (sound man, laptop, etc) helped them add an additional atmospheric layer to their sound, but what was really

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1137760870495683532006-01-20T19:18:00.000+08:002006-01-21T07:50:40.296+08:00

Our M113 was crammed with more than the usual 6 guys and 9 of us were packed in, with me and 2 of my men standing at the back with our heads sticking out of the vehicle's open hatch. This was the 3rd night of our 4 day, 3 night training exercise, and we were on our way to a new site and about to negotiate a steep hill, we were the second last in a moving convoy of four.The clitter-clatter sound

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1137272610807811602006-01-15T04:03:00.000+08:002006-01-15T05:25:17.923+08:00

I seldom comment on global news pieces cos' I always feel my lack of local involvement in the said event would render my thoughts as cheap talk. But reading this really pissed me off.In addition to their goals being completely un-altruistic, the manner which they chose to protest against this apparent "discrimination" is very dangerously irresponsible. Two points to note:* Male-male intercourse

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1137230005695985632006-01-14T16:58:00.000+08:002006-01-20T20:58:49.763+08:00

OK, relax. Open it wide, ok. Now slowly put it in....Opps it slipped out. No hurry, try again....Ugh damn.Its ok.. Try again....Good you got it in.Now use your eyes and look downwards before closing your eyelids. Good. You got your lens on.Blink blink, and I was looking at the world with half an eyeful of clarity. A few minutes later I managed to get the other lens in too. Having clear vision

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1137170316367063662006-01-13T23:18:00.000+08:002006-01-14T02:14:19.476+08:00

Walking out from the MRT station passing through Junction 8 between among the crowd enroute to home I had my earphones on and Yea Yea Yeahs shrieking maniacally with vocals like claws and then I felt a vibrating in the jeans.Damn. SMS. Hope its nothing serious army-related. Ugh. Where can I find a nice place to sit down to check-Well. At least they have nice plush seats.So I went in, found a nice

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1136985771101726142006-01-11T20:11:00.000+08:002006-01-11T21:24:25.046+08:00

Yesterday night we started a 16km route march that lasted all through the wee hours till dawn. After a slow trek to the final point up a steep hill, we were treated to a breathtaking view of the Jurong/Tuas industrial estate laid out before us, a beautiful twinkling array of starry night lights stretched across as far as the eye can see like an artificial galaxy. I took a deep breath, enjoyed the

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1136799771998811332006-01-09T17:39:00.000+08:002006-01-09T17:51:24.053+08:00

A million times before you've heard it I know. Its still the best solution for me. We're different people, I can't fix myself with the methods you use. I mean something else far more when I say 'sorry', but its all been said a million times before.And fucking hell it had to rain the entire damn day as if things weren't bad enough already.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1136744776234078312006-01-09T02:07:00.000+08:002006-01-09T23:58:34.500+08:00

Last night we talked. I mean like really speak up what's on our heads. It had to happen one of these days.Hey, really sorry lah. I know it opens up a lot of old scars but I can't go on like this with all this uncertainty and grey areas hanging about in mid-air. I want to know. Tell me.I really appreciate that you didn't avoid the confrontation this time. I know for sure I stuttered and badly

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1136733140886609782006-01-08T21:50:00.000+08:002006-01-09T12:19:15.560+08:00

Went down to the SPCA with Dawn yesterday. She was there doing her job as a volunteer, (which is a marvelous thing) I was there just for some fuzzy feline destress therapy.The second I stepped into the place my personal stand to never buy a pet from a pet store gets reaffirmed instanteously. Not with all these God's creatures abandoned and waiting everlong for a new home.If you believe in

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1136579927741045002006-01-07T04:36:00.000+08:002006-09-22T04:12:12.020+08:00

Yeah, still awake. Still thinking about it I guess.I still prefer pure honest truth above all else. There, decided.OK, I'll go try get some sleep now.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1136376649445478392006-01-04T19:59:00.000+08:002006-01-06T19:18:55.806+08:00

And I was just minding my own business at Long John Silvers.I sat down with the meal I ordered and was about to tuck in. Nothing like a big heap of unhealthy greasy junk food fish and fries to really top up the carbo and protein levels. Me have caveman hunger. Then this lady sat down in front of me, with all her shopping bags. In between mouthfuls of food and thristy slurps of coke I entertained

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1136295385746839892006-01-03T21:34:00.000+08:002006-01-03T21:36:25.756+08:00

"Tell you what, you just drink plenty of water, have good night's rest. Sleep it off. Come back tomorrow it things don't get better ok?"Yes, imaginary doctor in my head.

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We went down to Esplanade for New Year's Eve 2006, to catch abit of the celebratory mood in the air.. but mainly for the Vertical Rush gigs at the outdoor theatre. A thanks to Boon for the heads-up.Its been awhile since I went for a gig, guess I've had a bit too much clubbing and drinking recently.The band played 2 sets, one at 9:30pm, and the other just after midnight, aka they're the last few

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1136063102139604822006-01-01T04:48:00.000+08:002006-01-01T05:39:01.156+08:00

Was going to write about the great time I had @ Esplanade for 2006 New Year Countdown.. but too damn tired lah.. lazy. ;P I'll post a more detailed write up with pictures later, but for now, long story short - the night was marvelous.On the other hand, I have to plug this blog I found by chance recently.Bounce Back To Life turns be less words than comics that captures slices of Singaporean life

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1135914332947608512005-12-30T11:03:00.000+08:002005-12-30T21:07:09.166+08:00

I basically kept asking Eliza these 3 questions the whole damn morning:1. ARE YOU OK???2. Do you like William? (this guy friend/acquaintance with us)3. Do you know what you were doing?And the answer's always along the lines of, "Yeah I think I am.. I think I'm gonna puke. No.. I don't like him.. that much.. Huh? What do you mean? I was sleeping.. Right?"Oh boy. She's gone. And I'm not even her

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1135811213762065262005-12-29T06:53:00.000+08:002005-12-29T20:01:38.420+08:00

My brother Anthony asked whether we could go for a night cycling trip. "Uh. Yeah sure." What a great night. Click on the picture to go to the gallery.

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Yearning is a black male mongrel in its early years, coat still a healthy sheen of youth, animated on all four paws walking in circles again and again to see his human patron again, again, again! The person in this case a middle-aged man happy after a long day's work at the farms at Chua Chu Kang. Sure, the cotton blue t-shirt and faded jeans are sticky with stale sweat and a stink but what a

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1135524536030834322005-12-25T23:23:00.000+08:002005-12-25T23:28:56.043+08:00

Stephen Lynch is addictive in a destructive banned narcotics way. I can't help it, now I'm humming all his retarded songs every 5 minutes. (one of it was actually was about retarded kids for real)I blame Edmund Khoo and Poon Heng Boon for all this. When I say that I don't mean a backhanded "thank you".And you most absolutely should NOT go to Lynch's fan website. Very bad.

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1135467871028363422005-12-25T06:24:00.000+08:002005-12-25T08:20:18.566+08:00

Hey.... Oh. Hi.What are you brooding about?Nothing. I'm just- ah. Thinking. About things.Uh-huh. Very informative. The word of the day is "Details".Its just.. I was reflecting on what I was doing last year this time and.. painful lah.How bad was it? Like a limb lost? Disaster of epic portions? A case of Oedipus Syndrome discovered too late?Its- OEI! I don't do mums lah you sick idiot. Whatever

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I'm still stoning from bad hangover ("I love you man!" "No, I love you more man!") recuperating from yesterday maiden night's trip to Ministry of Sound. I think the pictures will do a better job of giving you an idea of the place. Really wild night. I was quite lucky to meet my ex-classmate Charmaine there too. ("Aaaaaah.. The DJ HUGGED me!! I'll never wash this body ever again!") Thanks

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Nope, no marvellous wild crazy trips to wherever.. Having to book in early tomorrow just kind of spoiled it for me, on top of other things.The current track I have featured is Barenaked Ladies' Some Fantastic. The song brings back memories from when due to peer influence I first started listening to music. BNL's Stunt was the second album I bought (One Week is catchy.) after a Backstreet Boy

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1134393112919766542005-12-12T20:10:00.000+08:002005-12-12T21:28:08.450+08:00

I hate booking back in camp on Sunday night. And why did I take those long naps earlier in the day anyways. You are a genius Mr. Tan, now let's sit back and watch me try to catch the Zs. Body and limbs sprawled on the bed, eyes on the dark ceiling fan spinning.We're not scaremongering this is really happening.And I'm strolling down Orchard Road, holding someone else's hand... my own.If I was

Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187030.post-1134248530591184772005-12-11T04:33:00.000+08:002005-12-11T21:18:57.503+08:00

2:30pm - Finally left the house. Beautiful sunny afternoon, not.5:30pm - Whoops, missed Peepshow's set. (sorry guys) Watched Rafe though.5:45pm - Their music was great, the faulty sound equipment did them injustice though :(5:50pm - Most of Peepshow + fans and groupies.6:30pm - We chilled out at Marina Square's PCC.7:15pm - We decided to go bowling. Its fun to participate or spectate.11:30pm -

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The coldness was from more than the predawn winds. From where I stood, looking down from the top level of my block to the opposite one's ground floor, the guy looked like a dead fish - eyes open and rolled back, mouth ajar with tongue dangling limply to one side.The guys cluttering around him scurried about meaninglessly like lemmings, occasionally slapping his cheeks, calling, almost shouting

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I attended this banquet dinner earlier in the night. I thought I was early when I arrived at seven-forty but the entire grand hall worth of guests turned as one and fixed me with its eternal gaze of disapproval.I explained through eye signals that I thought the invitation card said 'be seated by eight' and- the eyes didn't give a shit anyway and stabbed from different directions like I was a

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