Silver Arrow Taxi’s are road rockets.

I’m so damn excited because I believe that I just sat on the fastest taxi on the road. I’m sure many of you guys have seen it too, it’s this silver bulky looking cab with a arrow insignia at the side and the name is mean, Silver Arrow. Now that’s geeky.

Anyway I will try to make this a vignette because I’m just blogging for the sake that my account would not get suspended because it’s been so long since I last had an entry here.
Life is good and it’s been always good and beautiful, I’m still able to enunciate and articulate my words properly which is a proof that Man does not become stupid when they got enlisted. Hopefully 2007 will be a good year for my family, friends, myself and people around me whom I’ve come to loved.

Band stuffs as usual, recording will take place at Greendoorstudios around the end of year so, that’s it for now. And I know this is so random, BUT YOU’RE READING IT, RIGHT RIGHT?

Dreams are for mother fuckers.

I guess I wasted the whole of my long weekend at home playing the guitar and wondering if I’ll still be able to perform in the future to those screaming crowds which I live for and was a reality not so long ago.

I guess those things which people said are true, everything you have before your national service is equal to none when you get enlisted. Taking me as a very good and wonderful example, I used to perform around in schools and pubs, attending church, having vocal lessons and plenty of quality times with my loved ones has suddenly and disgustingly been ripped apart from me with both hands. Life’s awkward twist if you ever have a name for it. Yes, you bastards, too bad for me being a Singaporean but at the same time, I’m glad that I’m living in this metropolis country with very stable economy and at the very least, I don’t have to get so worried every now and then if a SIA plane is going to crash into some HDB flats.

Time is such a luxury now that every now and then when I booked out, I’ll try to get as far away from whatever problems which I am facing back home as I can to do a few meaningful thing which at least I know will put a smile to a few person face. While brousing (as usual) friendster, it hit me hard in the head that I’ve missed out my best friend birthday for the 2nd consecutive years, as a little gesture or act of apology, I bought her 2 cheesecakes from Starbucks which was the only place I could think of, I bet you wouldn’t want any BANGEWAN SOLO right Selene? I know I did something meaningful this week. Now I know why they say that bald people are nice people. HAHA.

I’ll be booking in soon and it’ll be another long long week ahead and plenty of time for me to contemplate on my future which is what I am doing every single day.

Alright, I’ll be doing what every NS man will be and should be doing now, packing my field pack and preparing to book in. At least I know I am not alone. For a good week ahead, God bless.

Caucasians are mother fucking wankers.

Ok, on a starting note, I strongly advise those countless retail therapists out there, not to buy any clothes from British India, they’re horribly over-priced and the designs are not that appealing, and please be very careful while shopping there because the sale assistants are well trained in hypnotism and they have the ability to convinced you that this particular top will make you look like Brad pitt and Keanu Reeves combined into one. As Val can witness, I am now $320 poorer because I decided to dress smart and shop inside. And now, I’ll have to go back and exchange for a bigger size for one of the top which I have bought after finding out that it is far too tight fitting for me. The other top which I have bought just made me look dumb, really dumb today. Here is the story.

Jeremy and I met up just outside OCBC on our way to Gas Haus and below is the conversation with had:

Jeremy: Hey man why wear until like that, like very casual.

Jeremy: And why are you wearing a ‘beng’ green Giordano polo tee and one stupid bermuda.

Maurice: FUCK YOU! My polo tee is from British India cant you read?! And my bermuda can buy the whole set of what you’re wearing now. (It’s actually $120, courtesy of Globe)

 

So therefore, I have made a decision that this will be the last time I will be wearing that hugely overpriced, under-designed polo tee again.

The meeting today was nothing much, I shouldn’t have called that many people along when I alone, can settle most of the thing myself. We were told that we have to sell 50 tickets if not we’ll have to pay the balance ourselves, which I think was a pile of fucking bullshits and we’ll be probably paid a very minimal amount by playing. Harry’s bar and Gotham penthouse has better deals, but nonetheless, I have gave my words to perform and unfortunately, I have to play. But it should be all green lights for Jeremy as he apparently thinks that this Dirisa has fine ass. Geezer.

Judging from the amount of our dear colour counterpart the mats, I reckon I wouldn’t have any problem being one of the best and come on, it’s not that I’m trying to sound too much over confident but the people there are those few familiar faces which I have seen playing in tapestry gig which are often held along side different part of Orchard road and all they can do is growl. Yes mats, I can almost hear you guys squeal in delight. So, all talk no action is not rad, tomorrow is jamming session at the same old place beside my favourite Chong pang nasi lemak with the guys and Ivy will be dropping by to render her assistance at vocals and I expect more mats growling in the jamming centre again. Pfff.

Well. it’s been so long sinced you’ve passed away, but I couldn’t seem to be able to accept the way how you left so abruptly. Life is really fragile, it really is. I found myself sliding into mood swings when your name is mentioned and I think I need a closure, or even something to distract me and stop me from reminiscing. Ah, very emo. Bad, actually I found myself to be quite emotionless and cold at times, with a psychotic touch to it. HAHA. What the hell am I blogging about man.

Ok, it’s time I stop.

I’m the real frog in the well.

After a considerable period of using Blogsome, I’ve discovered that I actually knew nothing about the functions of it! And the funny thing is, I didn’t know I have to approve comments made by people on my entries. Apologies especially to Euphe because I didn’t get your message, I’m so sorry! I will get down to recording and I’ll pass you the CD as soon as possible. I’m so sorry!

The hoo-ha’s of Gas Haus

Dirisa dee 
to me
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Hello dear,
Im glad that you email me. Anyway, there are NO criterias needed. All yo’ gotta do is to tell me if you’re interested and i’ll add you in my list.
And yes, i’ve listened to some of your band’s sample. I found it quite amusing and awesome compared to most of the bands whom actually approached me.
I’ve added you on msn. Check me out and yeah, do tell me if you guys are interested! [:
cheers,
Dirisa
 
Judging from the reply in the email, I surely hope things will turn positively but Gas Haus isn’t very much the place to perform for me, firstly, genre wise, I reckon 9 out of every 10 bands who performed there are metal heads and 75% of the patrons are mother-fucking mats. But having only slightly less than 2 months to my National service, anything will do actually, but in order not to compromise anything, I’ll decide after the meeting with the organisers the next coming Saturday.
I’ve spoken to Jonathan (Yip) and readily came up with 5 Oasis songs should we made it to Gas Haus but we’ve each bear skeptical mindsets about the people there, if they will even appreciate the kind of music we play or will we be greeted by boo’s and whistles by (once again) mother-fucking mats who wants nothing but metal bands. Till then, we’ll stick to the plan and jam accordingly. And I present you the utmost boring setlist of the decade.
All of the following are from Oasis, so just shut up and read.
Wonderwall
Don’t Look Back In Anger
The Hindu Times
Live Forever
The Importance Of Being Idle
That’s it for now, 4am in the morning and I’m going back to the office later for some administrative matters at 9am and I’m still not fucking sleeping. Damn.
Oh by the way, a million thanks to Dirisa for providing me with all the details of the event.

Go on, go muse around.

As usual, the long delays in between each post is back because I’m plain lazy to update the world everything I do.

Anyway, a big, warm, wet hug and THANK YOU to people who made it to Phuture to party out my birthday with me. It’s good to see you guys get really wasted, lying and screaming around. Thank you for all the small, medium, big gifts from Val, Ivy, Geraldine, Chloe, Isaac, Mummy, Dahneila Yeoh and if I missed out anyone, it must be that your gift is way below the small category. HAHA just kidding.

I’ll be serving my National service in less than a month time, and I’m still frantically seeking and looking out for gig’s as my last performance before I get bald which will eventually link down to me, who is so image conscious most of the time, not wanting to perform in a gig with my shiny and bald head. Euphemia have not got back to me yet about the possible gig details that she have in her hand, Ivy is missing in action and I’m a little confused about the plans which are lined up. But the guys have made a unison agreement that we’ll get down to record some demo’s by the end of next month, but whatever it is, it’s best done before my enlistment date.

Pay day is on the 3rd of the next month. Hooray!

 

It’s been months since you’ve been gone,
Nonetheless, it’s still hard to get on.
Rest in peace my beautiful one.

I think Keane are a bunch of sissies

Okay, I know it’s surprising that I am blogging again, less than one week after my last entry. (for those who read up often, they know the duration in between each entry spans out at least 1 month or 2 HAHA) Ok, not surprisingly Italy won, not surprisingly Materazzi got a nice gift from Zidane bald egg shaped head and surprisingly, I didn’t lay a single bet in this world cup! I’m good. Haha.

I’m currently at work and it seems that Federal Express pays me $1500 a month to just sit in the office and blog, that’s rad. So I assume today is going to be a bad day because the P-Scan system which we use to encode shipments is down, there is no manual tracker in the office yet and lastly, I’m alone and I will have to potentially write down 300 packages manually on a piece of paper. Great. But seriously, I’m very tired of working, especially when its at Paya Lebar, like 18 Mrt stops away from my house which is in Sembawang, and most of the time, I have to do a ala Sir Stamford Raffles all the way to Paya Lebar. And unfortunately, I’m charged the same fares as adult, so everyday, Transport, Taxi Fare, Food, Misc will make me poorer by at least 30 to 40 buckeroos. I need to unleash my ultimate Shakesphere play acting to my mum and see if she’ll ask me not to work, and continue giving me allowance like the good old secondary school days. HAHA, God I suck.

Jamming practice will be this evening with the guys in preparation for the Gig at RG which is on the 19th and we’re still under prepared and most of the guys are hoping to do a re-enactment of SAC where we’re under prepared, but we still rocked out anyway. But however, I think we’ll probably make a fool of ourselves this time because we’re alloted a whopping 2 hours for the gig. Which means we will have to play up to 10 songs. Thats roadrunner standard. Very rad. And I contemplated that I will probably sound like George Clooney after singing for 2 hours, Jonathan will look like Kurt cobian, Jeremy will have warts up his ass, Adeline will have deformed fingers and Cyn will probably head back to Hong Kong. HAHA. Anyway, I hope this gig will be good. For those who would like to come for this concert, please, please, drop me a message on my msn, I’ll gladly pass you the details.

So Cynthia’s birthday is this 15th, we’ll probably be clubbing but she hasn’t gave me a single detail, and so I’ll probably say ‘fuck, okay’ if she were to tell me last minute, or she’ll probably switch on her web cam and show me how mini is wanking with a piece of hamster food. HAHA, and! Most importantly, the date, on anyone’s calender really, the most important thing, which falls on the 21st. MY BIRTHDAY. Ok stupid, period. Most probably I will STILL spend it clubbing with the guys so anyone, again, who is interested, drop me a message on my msn. The more the better. Most probably it’ll be at Zouk/Phuture, and most probably we’ll once again, see Roy’s amazing ability to down a Graveyard within 5 seconds, we’ll see Desmond trying to get fresh of every single girl on the dance floor and we’ll see Kelvin doing a Shakira. HAHA.

Okay I’m done here, it’s lunch time.

I think I got wasted.

Okay, So I think I’ve just wasted my time staying up watching a draw game between Portugal and Germany in a battle for the 3rd and 4th placing. Although its only half time but I think I’ll check in for the night after this entry.

Ok for those who is interested in what happened during the gig, do yourself a favour click here and listen to the 4th song named Live forever. Guess I dont have to say much but I sure do enjoyed myself.

Headed down to Zouk and Phuture yesterday thanks to the tickets from Ivy (thank you so much!) with the guys and I think this is one of the rare few night out where I totally got myself pissed drunk and crazy on the dance floor. Didn’t know much of what I was doing until Roy told me the following morning that I danced like a whore, snubbed my cigarette at Desmond neck, Cam Whore-ed with Kelvin on the dance floor and it’s all credit to 1 Graveyard and 1 Flaming Lambourghini. Of course, the aftermath wasn’t what I expected, I had to wobble my drag myself home, and puked all around and in the lift. And if that wasnt enough, I was greeted by a stiff neck when I woke up the following morning and a cramp on my right shoulder which lasted until now and it twitches each and everytime when I try to scratch my armpit. (HAHA) But still, it was good music and clean fun all night.

Working life is so far so good, with a ratio of 4 late reports in for work. Thanks to all these world cup hypes and late nights. So its Sunday now, and I think it’ll be the same old thing. Going to my Uncle house to have lunch with him, then I’ll probably muse there for a little while then head home or something. OH OH by the way, my birthday is coming. 21st of this month and I’ll be probably organising a night out at some clubs. So if I happen to approach you, please DO make it because you’re the priviledge one. (yeah right HAHA)

Here I come, comfy bedding.

This kind of feeling suck totally.

Its when I read those entries that I know, the hard way, like being hit by something hard in the head that I have actually caused that much hurt and much demoralisation to one of my very close friend that I came to know out of nothing which turned out to be a strong one, with mutual understanding, its at times I didnt have to say anything and she will know what I am thinking.

I have read your entry and I know how frustrating it is for you, and how confused I am right now. I am so sorry it came so abruptly. Its a huge loss for me, and I remembered how we used to chat and dreamt about performing on the same stage with each other. Its a huge loss for me believe it. Once again, I’m deeply and sincerely apologetic and I still hope we’ll be very very good friend. I believe on day we’ll be on the same stage again. Im sorry cyn.

Huge kudos to Adeline, who came over and rocked out with the band this evening and despite having just 2 days left to learn the songs, she breezed through. Nice one guys, just 2 more days away. Hang on and late nights will be over soon. And anyway, there’ll be a slight alteration to the song setlist which we’ll be playing. Anyway here it goes:

    1. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Otherside
    2. Coldplay - The Scientist
    3. Creed - My Sacrifice
    4. Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams
    5. Oasis - Wonderwall
              - Live Forever

    Thats it for now.

    Gig no gig?

    After much anxiety and that long long wait, we finally got pass the audition and into the gig. But according to Cherie, who is one of the organising member for the performance, the school is struggling with equipment issues like no microphones, sucky sound system and most importantly, a lack of a amplifier for guitar. Nice… By the way, if anyone of you happen to be interested, My band and I will be playing out at St Anthony Cannosian Secondary school this coming 25th May, do drop by but try your best to crash down the school gate cause I doubt they’ll let anyone in who isnt wearing a sailormoon blue uniform (in referance to the SAC uniform HAHA)

    After much discussion, we sorted out a few last minute tracks which are pretty boring, but hopefully, enough for us to scrape through. Here it goes:

    • Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams
    • Oasis - Wonderwall
              - Don’t look back in anger
              - Live forever
    • Creed - My Sacrifice
    • Coldplay - The Scientist
    • Goo Goo dolls - Iris

    Yes, I know, they sound pretty routine but this is the best I could come up with given the time I was granted as allowance. I will be surprised if I didnt made a fool of myself that day.

    Oh, by the way, one of my band mate, Jonathan found out the right way to laugh properly. It goes ‘Hahax hahax’. This is how you will pronouce it, ‘Ha-harks, ha-harks’. Random this is so random.