Thursday, January 31, 2008

Don't be a shit head...



Hey kids,

Remember. It'll eat your brain slowly and make you into a fucking retard. You'll lose all proper command of basic English. Mostly importantly, it'll make you jump around like a fucking monkey on acid (pun intended).




They are the law
And you won't fuck around no more
They judge the rich, I judge the poor
Commit a crime they'll lock the door
Because in Lion City... they are the law!

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

It's over... for now!



After 6 High-Key In-Camp Trainings and 3 Low-Key In-Camp Trainings serving as (vocation undisclosed)... what's the point of giving me the above medal when I'm going to end my liability as a serviceman next February? As if I'm to wear it or something. I can't even pawn it! Can I have money instead? Thanks for the wrist watch though...

In the meantime... the guilty shall not be spared!




Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Countdown has begun...


One more bloody day of reservist. Burnt. Body aching all over. Not in the mood to deal with any fucking moronic questions. Nothing in particular to look forward to except for maybe some proper rest to recover.

On a lighter note...



"noisssss" indeed!!!

Monday, January 28, 2008

You're a certified retard!



Some retarded prick said :
"I was offered by MOS for the main arena,
but i will not take it.
Dats wat S'poreans are,
they brag bout big things."

Firstly, you've never been offered by MOS for the simple fact that YOU'RE NOT A FUCKING DJ and certainly haven't earn your salt to be in any DJ pedestal on the island! Also, you're the one that has been trying to worm your way into scoring a gig there... using a mother truckload of smoke canisters. Secondly, no one in the circuit really likes you because...

1. You're the one that brags way too much for anyone's liking even though you're not earn any bragging rights. I'm sorry if you don't have BIG THINGS to brag about. We're paid our dues and we've attained the rights to brag... if we choose to do so.

2. You talk big and your ego is like Planet Jupiter... perhaps it's your way to compensate your lack of size in the manhood department.

3. You try even to smoke out the most seasoned veterans of the scene, and you actually think we dare not call your bluff? You're been PWNED recently... not by me but by a really really really pissed off senior of the scene.

4. You name-dropped too much and the actual fact still remains that you're a half-pass six bartender-wannabe! You'll never achieve jackshit if you do not keep your attitude in check.

5. You really suck. Honestly... like suck horribly!

6. You've a really bad command of the Queen's English, both spoken and written. It's painful just trying to decipher what you're trying to express.

7. You're a compulsive irritating liar... and every lie you say just to cover up the previous one is thinner than the air in the Himalayas. In fact, it reeks like a public mobile toilet.

8. You're a retarded moron. Yes you are. Well, at least you're something... I guess.

9. You're disrespectful. Don't expect to get anyway when you don't even respect the very people that shaped the local scene way before when you were still swimming in your father's testicles.

10. You're unethical and unprofessional... in every single way imaginable.

p/s no names mentioned so spare me the "you're getting too personal" accusations. Don't like it, don't read. The truth hurts... so there! And don't fuck with me. I'm a Jedi at media manipulation.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Updates this week



If she was still alive today, she would have succeeded in her campaign to outlaw landmine warfare... and then the bunch of us wouldn't be baking in the fucking sun doing this on Monday. THREE more bloody days to go before I return to civilian life to deal with even more stupidity and idiotic ongoings!


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Show #90
30th January (Wednesday) 2008
9 pm, Lush 99.5 FM

01. ULRICH SCHAUSS – Shine
02. CHRIS ZIPPEL – As Possible
03. LEMONGRASS – Akari
04. OSUNLADE feat. ERRO – Everything In Its Right Place
05. JOEY FEHRENBACH – The Beginning
06. CHRISTOPHE GOZE – I Got You
07. ZEND AVESTA – One Of These Days
08. FAUXIAGE – Rafe (Pacha Remix)
09. YUKUN pres. THE PRIVATE RESERVE – Bridges
10. PAROV STELAR feat. LILKA BLOOM – Shine
11. THE AVALANCHES – Since I Left You (Cornelius Remix)
12. CHICANE feat. JEWEL – Spirit


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Event details on Facebook.

And no... it's not a TRANCE event so stop asking. Not everything I do or play equates to Trance. There's a whole spectrum of styles out there. Anyway, to be completely honest, I don't really know what I'd be playing either. Maybe treading on the Deadmau 5 / Chris Lake vibe or something.

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On a funnier note, a bunch of smoke-cannister-wielding monkeys (self-proclaimed name-dropping local DJs) just got PWNED big time over the weekend. I'm talking about a multi-directionally FUCKED over a stretch of two days, to be precise. This is the intricate plot of a true mastermind, that you should've never pissed off in the first place. I'm not saying who or anything else more because one of the monkeys claim that his business partner is a lawyer. Whatever it is...

PWNED!!! PWNED!!! PWNED!!!

And you can take that back to the monkey crib!

Saturday, January 26, 2008

I want that one!


Friday, January 25, 2008

A week of really pointless things!

Here's some thing that has bothered me the entire week...


If they are supposed to be the (local) UN Peacekeeping force, why the hell do they need to be as heavily armed as a standard infantry unit? It's kind of oxymoronic, ain't it?

Make peace or we'll fire! Like DUH!


So I dare conclude that...




The really "cock" week so far...
Force Protection Anti-terrorism



Shoot blanks some more lah...
... clean rifle like fuck!




And notably, I now know that everyday cosmetics
(with the right amount of know-how)
can be THAT devastating!


Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Utter Nonsense...



You believe... I don't! Period!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Fall in...


I'll be going away this coming Wednesday till the next for the annual "pilgrimage"; or others might term it as a never-ending "jail" sentence. However one sees it, it's a change of pace, except that I'd probably still have to deal with an equally irritating amount of stupidity and idiocies. Anyway, don't expect much blog updates any time soon because army camps here have really bad internet connections and I'll be too pre-occupied trying to look busy so that no one bugs me.


What do I really do then? It's quite self-explanatory, isn't it? I carry shit loads of expensive gears that make me swagger when I walk. By vocation, I'm supposed to sniff out and disarm "exploding devices". Thus I can always tell if some wanker(s) is trying to throw curve ball or opening a can of smoke-grenade. But in all seriousness, how do we keep calm/cool/collected when on the job? See those suits? Inside, we're plugged into our iPods and we've got classical music. Really! OK, those with really bad taste will have Kenny G or Celine Dion.


Notably, anything with the word "EXPLOSIVE" is suppose get us all "excited" and trembling with joy. But like I really give a fucking toss to what I'm supposed to do! I'd rather take this opportunity to sleep the time away. So much for the country being in safe hands. Hahaha! Anyway, here's a light-hearted look at the chaps from the Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) Engineers, who are described by the Armed Forces as "experts in explosive handling and disposal, and they risk their lives to remove explosive threats and clear unexploded munitions."

Yeah... riiiight! What a load of *&#&$!! So are these old photo scans from one of the Tri-Nation International Military Operations... eons ago!


EOD Special Patrol Insertion/Extraction

"Fucking entangled as usual!"


Wiring up for detonation

"Faster can? I want to go pee break!"


Australian EOD disarming an 80-series bomb

"We're fucked, mate. I think I pulled the wrong wire!"


Disarming an MK-81

"I wonder what will happen if...
I stick this rod up it's rear-end?"



Damn, I'm actually having a blast (pun intended) digging up old army photos... WHICH wasn't taken on any camera cellphone (disclaimer) whatsoever. And since we're on the topic of taking a piss...


"Dude, I think we're like really fucking lost!"



"And when you finish shitting,
use these to wipe your ass!"
- WO (something, something) Ivan Lee



"Are you a SEAMAN?"
(OK, this is a really stale Navy joke)


This pix has GAY written all over it!

"You've got a bit of cum on your chin, boy!"

A day to ponder...



Never explain yourself to anyone.
Because the person that needs you doesn't need it,
and the person who dislikes you won't believe it.

Don't let someone be a priority in your life,
when you're just an option in their life.
Relationship works best when they're balanced.

Don't make any promises when you're in joy.
Don't reply when you're sad.
Don't make decisions when you're angry.

Time is like a river.
You can't touch the same water twice,
because the flow that has passed will never pass again.

When you keep saying you're busy,
then you're never free.
When you keep saying you've no time,
then you'll never have time.
When you keep saying that you'll do it tomorrow,
the your tomorrow will never come.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Hate you more!

To a certain someone...



You've not changed a single bit... the bad bits, that is! You know what? You deserve every fucking tribulations, struggles and hardship that you encounter. I hope they come in abundance! Bloody stupid ingrate!

"Fuck you right back!"

Return To Nothing...


It's been an absolutely dreadful and agonizing week... thankfully, it's ended and another bloody week is about to begin. Taken a break from everything. Well, it's not really a fucking break... not when you've got to report back for your army reservist duties. In all seriousness, I fucking need a fucking proper holiday.

For those that have emailed / SMSed me when my next Trance gig is... none this month or the next. Don't ask, don't want to elaborate either.

Today, I need a fucking drink... a strong one! And then work on the next Progressions promotional giveaway mixed CD.


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Show #89
23rd January (Wednesday) 2008
9 pm, Lush 99.5 FM

THE TRIBUTE SPECIAL

01. NOSTALGIA – Seven Nation Army [The White Stripes]
02. KARAN SOUZA – Creep [Radiohead]
03. EVE ST. JONES – Space Cowboy [Jamiroquai]
04. JUMBONICS – Last Nite [The Strokes]
05. URSELLE – Suicide Blonde [INXS]
06. ELDISSA – Funky Town [Lipps Inc.]
07. 48th STREET COLLECTIVE – Missing [Everything But The Girl]
08. THE COOLTRANE QUARTET – Wonderwall [Oasis]
09. CHRISTINA CAMACHO – Tainted Love [Soft Cell]
10. GEROGE WHITE GROUP – Gypsy Woman [Crystal Waters]
11. SARAH MENSECAL – Don’t Speak [No Doubt]
12. DANI SICILIANO – Come As You Are [Nirvana]
13. ELDISSA – Staying Alive [The Bee Gees]
14. MONTEFIORI COCKTAIL – Sunny [Booby Hebb]
15. TAGGY MATCHER – Rock It [Herbie Hancock]
16. ANAKELLY – November Rain [Guns N Roses]


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Saturday, January 19, 2008

Wah wah wah... this no good, that no good!

How was I trained as a DJ? With this very simple rule of thumb...

A good DJ uses whatever is there and doesn't bitch about what gear / brand is better and etc.

"Can means can!"




If you cannot adapt, that means you don't really have the proper foundations as a DJ. No matter what, one should've the basic of the craft and those fundamentals are actually adaptable across the wide range of DJ equipment available in the market. DJs who whine and complain, or insist in having their "ideal" set-up... are people that are utterly best directed to the nearest toilet bowl... HELLO SHITTY!

Reality check. There's no such things as industry or professional DJ products. You're suppose to be the one to make it "professional". And by that, I mean also not fretting / sighing or showing a face of disgust when things go loco on you. You can have the so-called "best" stuff in the world but they'll eventually break-down at the most least expected time. Every electronic device is designed NOT TO LAST so as to create the constant demand. Don't tell me this/that brand is better because it won't deteriorate. Show me a DJ gear that'll last an eternity and I'll slap you silly with TEN reasons why that's an impossible claim. By the way, I do speak French...

"votre anglais est affreux et vous sucez comme un disk-jockey"

Friday, January 18, 2008

Third World meets Singapura?


Seriously... what the fuck? No disrespect to any nationality or anything but...

Some stoned African man walks into the club... smelling of "juju" juice or some "magic" potion he consumed. Ask where the bar is, or at least that's what I think he was saying, admist some "clicks" and "clucks" inserted inbetween some inaudible English words. I said, "I don't understand what you're saying"... he then ask if I speak Nigerian. Hello, clown... you speak Hokkien?

I think maybe he was looking for the elusive Coca Cola bottle or something.

Next thing I know, he's seen fucking peeing right at our staff staircase. I don't know if it's a fucking culture back in Nigeria or what... thankfully, it does not include taking a dump in public. Strange habits they have in Africa-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca...

Sadly, that's the most interesting thing to happen this week!

Thursday, January 17, 2008

The week so far...

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Get ready for it... pow wow!


Don't you just love a classic Mexican stand-off?
I can't wait to see someone get shot in the fucking foot...
... AGAIN!

Blog off!

Some wanker emailed me and said that I'm quite nasty and personal in some of my postings. Well, if you're easily offended by the "fuck" word and cannot accept true facts, I suggest you fuck off and stick to watching Spongebob Squarepants. It's my fucking blog and I say what I want to say... whenever, wherever, what-fucking-ever! Viva la freedom of speech and expression!


For those that bother (as if!)... it's been a really fucked-up week so far for me and I don't expect it to get any fucking better; considering the way calamity seems to find its way into my life on a regular basis. I don't expect anyone to understand or sympathize either. The only thing worth mentioning about today so far is that my pee smells of a sick mix of Corona and Carlsberg. To be honest, with the amount of personal "issues" I have to deal with... I'm on the verge of just giving up. Before I can sort one out, another starts. There's just no fucking end! Sometimes, I do feel that life is quite stupid and pointless.



This entry was made via Wireless@SG... wah... big fucking hairy deal... just like Valentine's Day, Chinese New Year... and other redundant festivities.

p/s two more promotional mix CDs just went straight into the rubbish chute without them even making it into my CD player. So yeah...

I love bastard pop!



For those (like me) that are pretty sick and tired of the usual 4/4 electronic barrage... perhaps you might find the world of bootlegs, bastard pop and mashups more aurally and creatively exciting. I've been a fan for quite a while... indulging in it's burgeoning artform of mixing up every conceivable musical genre, era, and style possible. When we first started dropping Snow Patrol vs The Police's "Every Car You Chase" at the end of our regular sets, it created quite a reasonable buzz amongst some punters. OK, we're actually quite sick of that by now. Nonetheless, one of the biggest mashup block party last year on our shores was Fox Knox Five. It was the perfect introduction... sadly, the consistency of such brilliant parties is questionable quite sad.

Anyway, for those yet to embark into this strange and wonderful world of music... the best way to get started is via one of the biggest and unquestionably, the most successful mashup brand night, Club Bootie from San Francisco... emerging in 2003 and have already made their ways to other cities like Los Angeles, New York, Paris and even Munich.

Visit their website and blog. You'll find tons of goodies (if you know what I mean)... or click the album covers below.




Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Onward to the next...



And so begins...

"Time to shape the future!"

Reminiscence...



... and onward to the next chapter / mishap in life!