Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Spaz if you want to.
So I'm gonna leaving to serve the nation in exactly 2 weeks' time.
I guess I'm constructing this post in the hope that there's still at least one of you out there who will read it. Yes, I know this blog is hanging by a thread that is my steadily decreasing interest in blogging. Hell, I can tell you that the state of this blog echoes the state of my life.
We're talking about neglect and nonchalance.
And then now, I'm about to be thrust from the swampy bog of uneventful-ness into a whole other bag of chips in a little more than 14 days.
I'm talking about maturity. Obeying orders, respecting authority...and that's not even the half of it.
Actually, in retrospect, I don't think this whole army thing's the issue at all.
This uneventful-ness...I think it's because I've been holding back, though the questions of what I am holding back and what or who I am holding back from still remain. And this sudden realisation of my imminent servitude to the nation...
It's like it's now or never to finally let go.
Sometimes, it's a wonder how your own mind - most sacred, most fragile, and most treasured - can seem so foreign to you.
Monday, July 05, 2010
Good Lord, how long has it been?!
A good 14 days, 23 hours and 10 minutes to be exact.
Well, give or take 15 minutes.
But before you start bringing out the celebration streamers and/or vuvuzelas to celebrate my inevitable triumphant return, I must regret to inform you readers that this...isn't it.
In fact, there is an altogether simpler and, some would say, 'shallower' reason for this post. Something that a number of you can probably identify with.
I'M HAVING NEW OBSESSIONS.
I want a copy of Transformers: War For Cybertron.
I want an Original Skateboards Torpedo 40 Longboard.
I want to longboard.
Okay fine, I wanna learn how to longboard.
I want a pair of new 'everyday' shoes.
Seeing as how it's my birthday in a mere 2 months, 18 days, 22 hours and 52 minutes, I thought it might prove a little handy to put those into mention should any of you feel an overwhelming generous need to provide me with them.
And no, I don't mean all of them at once.
Though I won't stop you if you do have the overwhelming generous need to do that.
And yes, I am aware of this whole 'consumerism' trap I'm falling into.
I'm taking one for the team here. So what are YOU complaining about?
And even though I'll be on an altogether separate island than most of you in a month or so, need I remind you that a great singer once mentioned there wasn't a body of water that was big enough to come between me and you, with 'you' referring to the objects I've named above?
I'm just paraphrasing here.
So yeah, do your local oblivious ape a favour and drop him
a booty call off some of those as presents, 'kay? This is really the only time he's ever asked for anything.
Well, the only time this year.
Okay fine, THIS MONTH.
Again with the details, geez.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Stomach flu and a sore throat back-to-back, one after the other.
If one of you guys up there's trying to prove a point, THERE'S A LOT LESS PAINFUL WAY TO DO SO.
*AUUUGHHH* UNCLEE!!! I GIVE I GIVE!! I TAKE IT BACK!!! UNCLEEEEE!!!!
What am I going to do with you, Hafeez.
What am I going to do with you.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Doubt, you are one cruel sonofabitch.
I'm really apprehensive about my driving school prospects. Never in my life would I have thought that I'd find making a car move scary.
It's scary business, I tell you.
Just a few hours ago during my practical driving lesson, I would have run over some pedestrians at a zebra crossing if not for the quick thinking of my instructor and his rapid plunging of the brake pedal.
I mean, shit like that is enough to put anyone off the idea of driving...probably for GOOD.
And what do I get for it?
One subject passed instead of the usual two every lesson.
And I pay over $50 bucks per lesson.
"Kiasu Singaporean mode, ACTIVATE!"
You see, my family didn't exactly have silverware in our mouths when we were born. Our financial situation still remains the same as it was 20 years ago, which was so-so.
SO to have shit like that happen to you when all you want is to just get this whole license business over and done with...
It just gets to you sometimes.
And it SOOO doesn't help that it's a gruelling one and a half hours to the school.
Okay okay, the ranting shall stop here. For today.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Talk about bittersweet.
Oh, 20-minute Friday crush on the MRT...
If only every woman brought the scent of sweet butterscotch and Paddle-Pop ice-cream with them just like you did.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Release accelerator, depress clutch then brake...or was it the other way?
Okay I can explain this pretty substantial hiatus over here.
See, I've been enjoying playing with Roxie (see previous post) these past few days. I've also been taking up driving lessons; in fact, I just got back from my second one earlier today. And so far, let's just say me and the clutch pedal have a love-hate thing goin' on.
I could be me over-thinking this whole thing, but I am genuinely anxious about going through future lessons. And by 'anxious', I mean 'trembling in trepidation'.
I mean, here I am, just practising in the circuit in a beat-up sedan and making tonnes of mistakes as if I didn't read the training manual. And I DID READ THE MANUAL.
And as I sit here mulling in self-pity, I begin to wonder: Which nimrod invented the use of three pedals in driving a car? Honestly?
Well, whoever he was, he must've had a third vestigial leg because that's the ONLY WAY I SEE IT WORKING.
At this point, I'm sure the car enthusiasts and license holders reading this would condemn this post to the depths of motorcar learner nooby-ness.
But hey, I think I'm entitled to my fair share of gripes and moans at this stage, amirite?
Saturday, May 01, 2010
Six strings of happyness. =D
Thanks to Zat's heads-up on the labour Day Sale going on at Swee Lee today, I decided to bring mum out to get me a brand new GUITAR. YEAHOOHOO!
Check it out:
Say hello to my brand new Ibanez AEG10NE. I call her Roxie. XD
Got myself a neat little package (which I had to put together myself since they didn't have any pre-existing ones) which included a gig bag, guitar strap, an Ibanez amplifier and a guitar stand. All for a cool, cool price of a little under $600 bucks.
Yeah, my pocket's crying too, but I'd like to think of it as a good investment. Helps me take my mind of the pain too. Heh.
I'm already liking the hardware; the neck is way smaller than my aunt's (her guitar I mean), and there's like a preamp included, which is pretty nifty since the guitar doesn't sound as strong by itself if say, I wanna use it in a gig situation (SUPER MASSIVE HUGE HINT). But for home noodling it'll suffice.
It's much heavier than my aunt's (Her guitar. We're still talking about her guitar here.). Maybe it's got something to do with the electronics? I don't know. Regardless, I like the sold feel of it, like I'm confident that it can stand up to some really hard knocks.
Not that I'll be subjecting it to any of that, though.
Okay enough talk I WANNA PLAY! XDDDD