ART THOU PUMPED?!

visualize visualize.

and then there are these guys.

but whatever the case, i’ll see you in three weeks with fire in my eyes.

O is for Occifer

So I’m reporting to Warrior’s Hall on Monday. Sounds friggin badass and garang. Ming Wei says it doesen’t mean shit. Sighh. Nevertheless, this is quite a big thing for me, in the sense that although I had a gut feeling I’d be going to command school despite my valiant attempts to trumpet my usefulness to the SAF [...]

Misfire

I know why and yet I don’t know why.  Weren’t we all taught to aim, check your breathing, your bearings, be alert and understand the circumstances before squeezing the trigger? Maybe the target was too bright and it continued shining after the first salvo, or maybe its fortitude and resilience similarly prevented it from falling the first time [...]

Lull

All the love songs in the world that you can recognize instantly but never be able to remember to save your life their titles come from Michael Learns To Rock. It’s true.
By the way, having nothing to do’s always nice. Technically having nothing to do but realizing that in reality I have to maintain my [...]

Low Walls

It’s not like I have nothing to say, or have lost the capacity for thinking and expressing myself in complete sentences, , but I don’t wanna start sounding like a kitsch filled broken record each time I blog. I tend to read out whatever I write in my head to myself, and currently the only sound’s a [...]