It's a time to kill, as all shooting games, be it FPS or 3PS, suddenly rush the market. Most of them are shelf-rocking games, too. First there is the much anticipated Far Cry, boasting enemies who really "think" on the spot instead of acting a programmed plot, as well as unprecedented graphics and gameplay. While the open concept is the core of Far Cry, Manhunt thrills and scares using confined, almost claustrophobic spaces. Then there is Hitman: Contracts - sequel to the two existing titles under the bald one. Lastly it's the Painkiller - featuring things more revolting than the aliens in Half-life, judging from the screenshots, and certainly not to my taste. But anyway this is that time of the year to really let the leads fly, considering i haven't even had time to try out Max Payne 2 and Deus Ex 2 yet.  ¶

20:41 |

 

First anniversary of my blog, and i'm stuck in the office on duty. Getting extremely bored with every aspects of life, to the extent of wishing i have an FM paper at hand to do. So much have happened in the past one year, so cliched. Have i grown up a bit? Have i become more worthy of the 3000 kCal i consume each day?

The arrival of the scholarship was good news, so was the aspect of going Michigan with Wen Jie (he insists his name must be so written). But i'm still not content, i'm not content. It bothers me that i'm second-rate. For Christ sake i already recognise i'm second-rate but when will i learn to live with myself? i need to learn to live with myself. Sometimes some things happen that make me happy with myself for a while. These things rarely come by nowadays.

And for all those out there, stop fucking call a clerk slack, or relaxed or whatever. i don't care about what other clerks do elsewhere. Stop giving me the sympathetic face and stop saying, "That's good what, quite relaxed." 'Cause there's nothing wrong with me. 'Cause it fucking hurts to be thought there's something inferior about me. i'm not slacking off and every second i toil is worth every fucking cent i get from the SAF. What makes you think the fucking cadets at OCS is any bit better than me, huh? Fuck i need to learn to live with myself...  ¶

15:09 |

 

It took me a very long while before i realized "outgoing" in "the successor of the outgoing defense minister would be the former commander of the army reserve force" does not refer to the minister's personality...  ¶

18:59 |

 

i love my new beautiful guitar! It was a tough choice between CG-111S and CG-111C as both are my initials and i couldn't tell the difference in sound between a spruce top and a cedar top. Both are aesthetically pleasing as well. In the end i went for cedar since i like my first name better and, if i'm not mistaken, cedar wood has a scent which i like, though after the amount of treatment needed for the construction of a guitar i'd be surprised if any smell remains. Anyway it's been so long since i dropped and smashed my old classical. Now i can work out those stiff fingers again. :)

Currently on the playlist:
Cavatina - Stanley Myers, arr. John Williams
Sueño - F. Tarrega
Adelita - F. Tarrega  ¶

23:27 |

 

Hooking up with much missed old friends is always fun, so last night was extremely terrific and uplifting after a full week of 8 to 5 (on three nights they were 8 to 9:30) toil. The trip down to the PA Punggol Campsite in itself was hilarious enough, thanks to The Boss's brilliant idea of taking a cab from Punggol MRT. That place is seriously kampong. If you want to see anywhere in Singapore where the buildings suddenly cease to be, much like riding out of a Saharan town, then go to Punggol. It was quite a landscape to behold. There was a taxi stand with a sign saying "3 taxis only", which we interpretted as "there will be 3 taxis only passing by here each day". True enough, after half an hour's wait, we had to call a cab.

The old people, i.e. us, left soon after the night show for Xianhui's house. 6 of us crammed in a car, plus Xianhui's dad in the driver's seat, brought to a stop at the traffic light right under the noses of two squads of ever-vigilant SPF officers with sniffer dogs, probably awaiting some drug traffickers. They must have thought drug traffickers as higher on the priority list than us, and anyway they were not from the traffic department, so we were let past. The night was spent on Xinhui's living room sofa watching Leslie Cheung's movie and Nightmare Before Christmas while feeding ourselves with junk food. It was actually more like a girls' night in but who cares. i haven't had fun like this in a long time. Am already looking forward to meeting everyone again at the investiture. Haha, my own circle of friends versus the Choral Community. Yeah! :p  ¶

12:31 |