They say that when one looks back in nostalgia, one puts on the rose-tinted glasses. If so, then folly must be a blush-hued red.If I hit my head against the wall for every little thing I remember doing that makes me cringe, all that trivial stuff that (probably) only I remember, I'll have bored a proper through hole into the wall by now ( Read more... )

I'm sorry if I say something offensive that I didn't really mean, because you don't deserve that. I exercise one of the greatest and most valuable liberties in the world: the freedom to not watch what I say. Your ignorance appalls me; around you I can't be sure if I really don't mean to offend, around you I can't be sure if every time I lash out ( Read more... )

A world full of lies and half-truths used to muddy up the boundaries. A world infested with frauds, rapists and charlatans, thieves, demagogues and thugs. What is one little fool amid this concentration of human filth? Will an accumulation of little faux pas even be noticed amidst an endless barrage of meaningless rhetoric?

Something like 18 hours ago, Iron Maiden was here. Something like 18 hours ago, I found out it is possible after all to have something resembling a mosh pit in Singapore. Though the contingents of fans from other countries probably helped. And unlike at Baybeats our dear old chaps didn't get censored via having their EQ fucked with when they ( Read more... )

I reserve the right to not take unnecessary shit. I reserve the right to speak ill of people, as long as what I speak is nothing but the truth. One may construe my warning the others in the community as speaking behind someone's back, but anything I say about you will be speaking behind your back anyway, since you will not dare to face us again ( Read more... )

Somehow taking the 154 from Potong Pasir back home has become like a slow motion flashback. I start from where the events and politics of this little hobby community of mine has taken me, to turn up from PIE at Mt Pleasant,a place that ironically reminds of things inevitable and unhappy. Down we go along Bukit Timah, a stretch of road well familiar ( Read more... )

'Twas my birthday this past Wednesday, and as it turns out my friends are all airline pilots, cos they flew me some 747s. At least my day wasn't completely ruined since I managed to catch Red with my mum that night ( Read more... )

It's surprising how rarely I get a dream that I can remember clearly even after waking up. Not to mention one that involves the deceased. Is my subconscious trying to tell me something? It very well might, but I could just as well be chasing my own tail in an infinite loop of second-guessing myself ( Read more... )

May be a bit late to do a post on the Hokkaido trip I came back from more than a week ago, but here goes anyway.

( Hokkaido Part 1, many pictures alert )

In hindsight, the interim superior officer attached to my platoon was perhaps a living example of the phrase 'The road to Hell is paved with good intentions'. Constantly threatening but failing to actually give extras for minor infractions, he only did retarded things/set up retarded rules instead. Some he threw into DB, while others he gave them ( Read more... )