Photos from Soundscape courtesy of Hengky the blessed breasts's DSLR, 12th June 2010:

Today is my best friend's birthday and she mean the whole damn universe to me.
I dig Winnie's ultimate surprise plan. You should read this birthday faggot's blog here to check out what happened.
The photos are self-explanatory. I love Lim Yun Qian till infinity and beyond!

“Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer’s block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I’m projecting here.” - Nick Cave

Passing Out Parade 2010:

For three years, Nursyafiqah Binte Nazli has always been by my side in band.
To think that she has stepped down and that we will never play for competitions together ever again...
But nonetheless. Everything she needs to know about how much she mean to me is all encrypted in the probable biggest red card she'll ever receive in her life.

















After POP, the shinobi gang headed to Plaza Singapura together to get Danish's birthday drumsticks. We ended up bumming around the music store for a long while, having our little jam with the electronic drums and acoustic guitars. And pigging out on Macdonalds. And playing Lamb Of God songs on Kai Wen's PSP. And playing tag with Kenneth and Kaiwen at the playground.

Best. Day. Ever.

Its my first week of school and life can never get more mind fucked than that. I had one of the worst days ever. My 4 day headache has mutated to a fever. I feel like a miserable bed ridden fag because I am downright sick. I still went for band practice today even though I ditched lessons just so that I can sing Danish a Happy Birthday song, only to find myself ruining his big day by fighting with my butterfly shinobi… Which involves a lot of cold war, cursing, screaming, crying, throwing of the drumsticks in rage and nearly having an empty eye socket. I need to get my justified justice.

Edit: Oh well. I guess all in honesty, nothing can break the shinobi-driven percussion section apart. Thank you baby.

I'll go on a short hiatus for a few more days but I'll be back with more legit posts! So don't forget to check out my blog. You might not be able to take in the immensity of the change going on around here because I'm a beast.

And congratulations if you managed to highlight through this chunk. Apparently the hints to my other very, very personal blog is way too obscure even though you might be exceptionally good at googling. So I'll give another hint! The URL starts with the word knickered and the domain is not Blogspot. Remember the other hint? Pulling undergarments? See pulling undergarments as a form of prank that has an actual relation with your buttocks. I know right. Combined the two words together, guess the domain (Livejournal, wordpress, etc) and you'll probably found my blog. You can still try to google otherwise.

Sometimes I find joining all these social networking sites overwhelming. People inform me of so much of their lives that it surpasses my care threshold. Blogging in anonymity on my other personal blog feels great but I think I should get way more personal with this blog just to let my best friends know how I'll encrypt little subtle messages for them that they have been ditching me, completely forgetting about me throughout the holidays and how I think I hold no significance in their lives anymore.

Stoked for POP rehearsals tomorrow and POP on Saturday. My holiday was actually pretty fucked especially with the intensive band practices. When school starts again in Term 3, there are gonna be some nifty, eye-opening differences from last term. New buildings, new art room, new time table!