Recently I was at John's house with Ina. I'll be leaving in a fortnight for Sydney, and John was showing me pictures from his recent trip there. I looked at the photos with wonder, such unfamiliar sights would be commonplace soon - but in the photos, they were so beautiful. The beaches, the streets... vistas, cityscapes... very mundane sights, but each capturing such wonder in me.

In his motley collection, there were shots of Singapore river, Raffles place, and other inner city shots. They were no less breathtaking as remote Sydney. Captivated, I realized something about myself, and perhaps many of us.

We've lost our eye for beauty in Singapore. Flats, buses, roads... we become too jaded to notice the beauty. It took my wonder in the Sydney cityscape to realize, "hey, where's the wonder for my own cityscape?". John and Kris's photos of all these places i know and frequented so often, looked to ethereally wondrous in their pictures. Where is this place i know? Why do i not look upon my city and find the beauty?

The next few days, in our trips around singapore, hanging out or just gallivanting, I began seeing once again how lovely so many places are. I must relive this town, before it'll be gone for quite awhile. Arab Street. Chinatown. Outram Park. Esplanade. Lau Pa Sat. Tanah Merah. East Coast Park. Clementi Central. Harbourfront. Padang. Holland Village. Pasir Panjang. Siglap. Katong. Lakeside.

Photos soon.

Completed the Last Transmission 'logo'. I like it.



Album Pre-launch gig:
3rd July Sunday
@ The Third Place cafe, Outram
(details when i find out)

Album Launch Gig:
7th July Thursday
@ Club Home (the old Mad Monks, Boat Quay)
(details when i find out)

Watch this space.


Kentie, I'll be flying off on 13th or 14th July. then Sidney will be in Sydney.

The band went down to Arab Street to follow me to give Razi our band album (pre-duplicate version). Arab St is so beautiful. It helps to have some nice street art around too....


Here's some pics from the past few days:

we got caught in the rain.


I found the alternative to expensive gourmet coffee indian style.


Fooled around with a flashlight at the jam room to compete with the resident hantus.

workin on the album cover still... let Mr Cuomo entertain you...

Can.t sleep tonight.

Did alot of interesting things lately, and had alot of fun. Of course when you're having fun time flies, when you're home you're so sated and spent you don't log on to record them. And so the illusion would seem no fun was had, for it had been so fleeting. Only when by yourself, when there is worry and sadness, would you write them all down... easily writing history to be filled with nothing but despair.

But this isn't one of those posts right now. I can't sleep, that's all. Too many noteworthy events have taken place for me to record them now. Watched Phua Chu Kang Musical, long story. Completed recording the band album. Met with many friends. It's the friends i wanna talk about.

Recently I've been meeting up with my friends. Freinds i don't see often. Friends once close, inseperable. But time and circumstance drew us apart, just as now i will be drawn apart from singapore.

I'm so glad a few of them are even calling me up to meet. I'm not sad they call me up only when they find out i'm about to go. Maybe it jolt them into rushing to be with me one last time. I haven't been that diligent a friend either to be fair, but i've tried contacting them more than once before, no reaction. I'm glad i want to be seen by them now.

But when I see them now: Winson, Ben, Lawrence, Bang, Jinghong, Kristal, Zom, even my more often met friends like John, Ina, Jason... there's always a fatalistic undertone. there's a count down. an expiry date.

And they look to me with mention of that, i smile and try to shake away their sadness. It's a thinly veiled attempt for me. I will always be happy in their company. If i feel sad, their company will lift me up. I make myself happier because i'm with them. They motivate me to feel better.

Well, john and ina, you two might disagree after i left halfway through that night... don't worry, i was just tired, really. you two give me alot of joy. Meeting kentie, veron and phoebe this wed. Even though this meeting is really for veron and not for me, i'm glad to see them nonetheless. I've missed them for 2 years since we graduated.

Truth is, although it might not be shown overtly to your face, I am deeply saddened by our parting. I'm going to a strange new place, exciting but altogether so, so intimidating. And i will not have anyone to fall back on, no family, and none of you. no, Tara will not be there for me, I have little faith in her enthusiasm for my well-being anymore, which makes me sad because she doesn't know how much i've worried for her.

And so, I am scared. I'm gushing to see each of you again and again when you ask and when i can. Just to linger at the fingertips of a parting hand shake... just to dwell in the warmth of a parting embrace.

some relay that's going around: got the baton from kentie. (i didn't know u read my blog!)

Total volume of music file on my computer:
1.24GB only. yeah your meme penis is bigger than mine.

The last CD I bought was:
Soundtrack to Ocean's Twelve.

Song playing right now:
fix you by coldplay

5 songs I listen to a lot:
a captive audience - the velvet teen
death and destruction - weezer
then i run - mew
overdue - muse
neon nothingness - last transmission

5 people to whom I'm passing the baton:
ina, john, serene, reza, kristal

Thank you everyone who came to my chalet

It was great. You were great company, I was glad to be with all of you. Thanks also for all the gifts, your presence was joy enough, the gifts were mindblowing. I feel valued and loved. I love you all. Thank you my friends.

Sorry for those of you who don't see your photo, I didn't exactly take a mugshot of every person, apologies!

Been reading some very funny blog lately. check out Bigfuck, I laughed my head off.

Was looking through some old photos today, thought to put some random stuff up for fun.



One night goin drinking at Chip, we popped into the crappy jam room downstairs and sounded like shit. Same skills, shitty equipment. There's a difference. Hey they have a Led Zep poster just like ours in Amoy!!!


What do these 3 women have in common?
They rock.
They wear studded belts.

Therefore it might be easy to surmise that
if you rock = you wear a studded belt.

I must get one too then.

But well not like this guy:



Was lookin through the Amoy gig pics, spotted this guy I don't really know. He's a damn good bassist, respect and all. But doesn't he just remind you of someone?





no offence people, don't stone me...

I am 22.