the3kings: A dis-united group of idealists who came together to rant about anything and everything that exists in this global dimension which they live in.
The spice rack is the result of the combination of differing spices, who despite coming in different shapes and sizes and even differing in taste, manage to come together to form a melting pot of cultures producing a tapestry that no gourmet has ever seen before.
For the past month, I manage to fire live ammunitions from a rifle and survive a total of 9 days in the jungle on two separate occassions. The end of recruit life is near. I am so fucking tired now that I do not have that much energy to watch Entourage.
Season 6 of Entourage kicks off tomorrow on HBO. Thanks to the Revolution for letting me enjoy this kick ass show. Normally I would be able to watch the show on a Monday morning. But life is not so normal now. There is no such thing in life as normal. By the 8th episode of Entourage, I would be out of that fucking island.
All praise is for God for protecting me the past month and letting me go through all these meaningless shit that is forced into my life safely.
Its black, its white. Its black, its white. Its DEAD. First it was the left handed guitarist Jimi Hendrix. Then it was Tupac. Now Michael Jackson is dead.
When you join the mafia, you become part of the family. Most importantly you need to practice Omerta, the code of silence. Whatever happens on the island, stays on the island.
Anyway it feels fucking great to be home to be with the people whom matters a lot to me. Looking forward to 9th September 2009 and 15 June 2011. Two very important dates.
In 1964 the Israeli army trained the troops for nasional servis.
On 15th June 2009 my grandma cried because I wont be home for the next 2 weeks. Seeing the tears flowing from her eyes, I also cried like a baby. I am not embarassed to mention it because I've been containing the feeling of sadness in my heart for the past few weeks.
Thanks to those who wished me well. I really appreciate it, a lot.
Dear God, please guide me to the right path. Please protect my famiglia when I'm not around.
The Decemberists latest album, The Hazards of Love is a fucking epic.
My current favorite album is Midnight Boom by The Kills. The Kills consist of a British guitarist whose nickname is "Hotel", I cant recall his real name and American vocalist Allison Mosshart whose nickname is"VV". Allison "VV" Mosshart is an adorable name. Last time I remember reading she used to spit and chain smoke during her gigs. What a fucking cool gal.
Tonight my maternal grandfather adviced me not argue with my superiors at Pulau Tekong and that I should do whatever I'm asked to do. How wonderful, 2 years of taking orders like a dog.
A barber used to tell me while cutting my hair, "You know the point of N_ is to make you into a person who listens to orders when new policies are made by the ___ for the citizens."
That same barber also taught me tricks on how to reduce my PES, escape reservist and other shits.
Because of this so called national commitments which are meaningless to me, I will miss great events this year like watching my beloved Liverpool FC, 5 times European champion compared to Mancunia United's 3, play at Nasional Stadium which is supposed to be demolished but delayed because more cash is needed to drain from people for its demolition and reconstruction, Nine Inch Nails gig at Fort Canning and my family's holiday to Middle East in November. Fuck the upper class.
Not only do I miss out on those great stuffs, now I also worry who's gonna accompany my beloved grandfather to the mosque, who's gonna accompany my granduncle to TTSH for his eye check ups, who's gonna keep my lovely grandma company when her daughters go to work?
In order of importance from most important to important: God/Religion -> Famiglia -> Friends. Nation? Let me get back to it when I know where to put it in the Important List of Things in my life. I dont give 2 shits if this country is successful and generate lots of cash because the normal hardworking citizens will only get to taste the least creamy part of the huge ice cream cake.
No more anarchist. 2 years of putting on an act as a patriotic soldier.
If I go to jail for typing all these out, then I'm sorry my family if I have brought shame to you all. I just had to pour out these dark feelings inside me.
John the Revelator. Put him in an elevator. Take him up to the highest high.Take him up to the top where the mountains stop. Let him tell his book of lies
John the Revelator. He's a smooth operator. It's time we cut him down to size. Take him by the hand. And put him on the stand. Let us hear his alibis
By claiming God - As his holy right. He's stealing a God from the Israelites. Stealing a God from a Muslim, too. There is only one God through and through. Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again. Seven angels with seven trumpets. Send them home on the morning train. Well who's that shouting?. John the Revelator! All he ever gives us is pain. Well who's that shouting? John the Revelator! He should bow his head in shame
Check out the screwed up but interestingly funny video from Depeche Mode.
John the Revelator is the 2nd track from Depeche Mode's Playing the Angel album. I decided to experiment with the vinyl rip of the album after seeing comments that it sounded better than the cd version. True enough it was and I appreciate how warm the songs sounded. Songs from cds are bright as in if you turn up the volume, you can feel your ears hurting a bit. Warm sound, like the sound of vinyl is soothing to the ears even at loud volumes.
This has led me to experiment with vinyl rips of Led Zeppelin IV and Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon albums for comparison with the CD version. The verdict: CD may sound loud but vinyl > CD when it comes to details and sound quality. Hopefully Muse upcoming album The Resistance will be released in 24bit/96kHz vinyl as well.
