The Moose's Point of View

The Power Out

2010-09-18T14:26:00.000-07:00

Attempt 5: Aaron Mossadeg shouldn't blog anymore. Cheers.

The Never-Ending Why

2010-08-17T12:35:00.000-07:00

For 4 months, I've not updated this space for several reasons like a lack of interesting topics or the fact that most of my stories tend to be phenomenal only when you experience them for yourself. Or, it could be that my stories just seem downright dull.

Either way, having stopped for that long, I feel that I should start again due to the holidays and the return of boredom. Moreover, I have a few issues with the current world we live in and, maybe, typing them out will help in some way.

Unfortunately, I can't be half-fucked to think and type now so I'll probably start another time.

On another note, I never actually bothered who visits my page but seeing how other blogs have chatterboxes and what not, I'd really appreciate if you were to leave comments. If not a little morale boost, it definitely serves to surprise me about who actually reads. Unfortunately, I'm not sure if the function's working.

At the moment, it's 4.02am here in Singapore. Cheers.

The Return to Routine.

2010-04-29T08:12:00.000-07:00

The 2 month long holidays have officially ended and it's back to the seemingly endless, mundane routine of school life. Now, in those 2 months, I vaguely remember doing anything productive. Forgive me while I have a recap on March and April 2010.

Unfortunately, there's no exciting way for me to phrase or summarise my numbered carefree days. In terms of gaming, I began to play DotA again and the temporary high from the adrenaline rush has begun to incapicitate me once more. Still, nothing to be proud about...being a geek who resorts to technology to add slight fun into life.

Moreover, I've finished Splinter Cell: Double Agent and Dragon Age: Origins. NOTE TO SELF: they're fuckin' fantastic. Now, it's time to complete Bully and Devil May Cry 3. Perhaps, I should re-visit Diablo 2 before the sequel comes out. Capital L to the OSER.

Apart from that, it was merely drinks, soccer and movies to occupy my time. Ah, and how could I forget the 10 day long trip to Sabah? Still, if not for the overseas travel, I probably would be climbing walls and putting a bullet through my brain already. Who knew that living in a kampung was that serene and fulfilling? However, it recently occured to me that I should appreciate my life; no matter how dull.

In Singapore, there's almost nothing fun and exhilarating to do unless you have shitloads of spending power that, chances are, rich folk lavish on their children. But, our parents aren't such people. Therefore, our best chance to have shitloads of fun would be to do something illegal. As it seems, nowadays, it's either you have no life or fuck up your life.

Furthermore, I heard from somewhere that in such situations, always have a macro-perspective and you'll come to realise that there's always someone worst off. Fuck, I need a purpose in life. Cheers.

The High Cost of Living

2010-04-08T11:45:00.001-07:00

For all my life, I was taught that Singapore was one of the best countries on Earth. Although I still agree with that notion, after spending 9 days in Sabah, I've been swayed into the lures of the life in that country.

Without doubt, Singapore holds a very high standard of living in terms of security et cetera. But it comes with a hefty price tag. "Singaporeans slog and work non-stop just to maintain a small pigeon hole for a house." When I heard my uncle put it in such a way, I couldn't help but agree.

In 2nd world countries, it's easier for educated Singaporeans to succeed and make a comfortable living than in Singapore because of the high demand for at least, a brains. In securing a good job, the slight pains of life in a rugged country are decreased and it makes the idea all the more inviting.

Well, my head's brimming with the fresh ideas of living in Sabah. So, what's my point? Educated Singaporeans are able to have well-paying jobs and somewhat luxurious lifestyles abroad with half the amount of stress to make ends meet. But only if they can tolerate the difference in culture. Plus, these countries often have much natural beauty to offer.

Perhaps, I shall retire in such a place. But in the meantime, it's back to the concrete jungle and studies. Cheeers.

The Drunken Ballad of Joseph Gomez.

2010-03-17T00:15:00.001-07:00

On Tuesday the 16th of March, we decided to head down to Cuscaden for the delightful $10 jugs of San Miguel beer yet again. But this time, we decided to bring our dear friend Joseph along with us because he had turned 18 years old a couple of days ago. After a simple KFC dinner and a "lost wallet" scare from the birthday boy, we reached Cuscaden to start the night.

Unfortunately, for Kieran and I, the workers at Cuscaden were on the prowl for underage patrons that night. It's quite amazing how those few months before turning legal can prove to be crucial. So, we both could merely take quick swigs from the rest here and there when unnoticed. In a nutshell, our time there was very depressing except the fact that Sean and Leslie got high already.

Following that, we decided to drink at Patrick's place in an attempt to actually get "somewhere". However, after a game of Target with King Roberts' Scotch Whiskey and Absolut Mango, the birthday boy kicked into high gear and all hell broke loose. First, Charmant broke Pat's beloved shot glass and second, Joseph began his war against the universe. In true Indian style, he cursed and swore at everything in and outside his path; including almost killing Leslie. Excellent.

From that point onwards, Joseph knocked out and everyone else just drank in quiet. Well, that's until he sprang awake and vomitted several times over. If I'm not wrong, some of it may still be on that precious pair of jeans of his. It wasn't long before we finished the 2 bottles and decided to head home. As the closest to the drunk, Sean and I had to accompany back home safely. Once that was done, with many laughs in between, it was a long and draining walk home with a Sean Mossadeg that hadn't slept for 36 hours.

Although the drunken antics and incessant thrash-talking of Joseph was somewhat worrying, I think that it saved my night from being an utterly complete failure. Dude, you only turn 18 once. Unless, you'd live to relive that night. Cheeers!

The Stranger In Moscow

2010-03-11T22:42:00.000-08:00

Are we truly at peace with our lives? Are we truly content with what we have? Have we just gotten incredibly good at lying to ourselves? Have we lost touch with reality? Even if we were truly satisfied, why? Or if we're not, how will we ever be? Time to think hard, alone, in the quiet of night.

Cheers.

The Angels Shed Tears

2010-03-07T07:42:00.000-08:00

Ah, we've reached the end of our first year in Nanyang Polytechnic's Media Studies and Management. In the next month, I'll be completely free to do whatever I want. But what can I do? What makes a holiday well spent? Time's too short to work. At the moment, I only have movies and TV shows to watch. Plus, a couple of games to play.

But then what? Once the school semester rolls back around, many close friends will be either in NS soon or busy with other important matters. How did we not see that growing up isn't all that fantastic?

In any case, I'll definitely work hard to get a job that I want. At least, it won't be that fucked up that way. Hmm. What would I give to be retired and wealthy at 50 years old? Comfortable on my rocking chair with a beer in hand; without a care in the world like I once was circa 1992. Bliss.

In other news, it's been 2 months. Now, I'm merely hoping that I won't fall back into that trap. Also, that my GPA will be great and the new DMSM batch will be decent. Cheers.

The Lords of Dogtown

2010-02-21T00:06:00.000-08:00

Forever Young by Youth Group.

Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the madman

Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever young

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young
It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever
So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever.

Apart from the fact that the song here completely explains how I feel at the moment, it seems that with each passing month, my faith in humanity's slowly diminishing. Perhaps, my tolerance will wear thin soon. But unfortunately, I'm included in said "humanity". Cheers.

The Light and Shallow Waves

2010-02-13T19:51:00.000-08:00

Good morning. It's Valentine's Day and Chinese New Year. Fuck. Somehow, I've got to find a cunning method of collecting lots of hongbaos without seeming like a complete and utter douche. Yes, I have much scheming to do.

But at the same time, I've got to study for my examinations that are in less than a week's time. Although I've mentioned it a dozen times, I shall once again. Damn, why does time zip by when we're youthful and in the peak of health? "Foul time that leaves nothing but memories, ashes and the grave."

Moreover, I've got to overcome my insatiable addiction to Dragon Age: Origins. What's more? Once I'm done with my Human Warrior, I shall start an Elven Mage. Yes, I'm aware of the fact that I'm a nerd.

So, since it's Chinese New Year, it's always a tradition to meet up with the non-Chinese and have a small party. C'mon, we can't let 77% of Singapore's population have all the fun can we? Ah, I decided to hang out with my Indian friends although not all of them were available. Eventually, I ended up at Ashton's place with Pattrick Moosa.

Expectedly, we had ourselves a couple of beers and Jim Beam Colas. In such a comfortable and chilled out situation, it's not surprising how much fun can be had with just simple conversation. Under the influence of alcohol, I love how the more important topics like life, National Service and childhood tend to arise.

In a nutshell, we came to realise (yet again) how weird and vulnerable humans are. For example, everyone used to hate smoking but now, it's almost as if I'm different because I don't smoke. Or at least, with the company I keep.

Anyways, I've a spectacular idea of dyeing my hair copper red during the holidays. Cheeeers!

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The Mindfuck.

2010-01-28T06:52:00.000-08:00

So, we're almost at the end of the first year in Nanyang Polytechnic's Diploma in Media Studies and Management. Fuck. Well, at the very least, we've got a fresh batch of new students in the school. Should be interesting.

So, in the past week, we've completed 6 tests/ICAs. Principles of Media Management final presentation, Media Finance Management test, Broadcast Radio Interview, Broadcast Insight Paper, People & Supervisory Management test and the torturous Storyboarding Music Video filming.

Next week, I've got Media Buying & Sales Negotiations final presentation. After that, it's weeks of studying before the examinations and BAAAAAAM. 2 months of solid holidays.

Ah, 2010's going to be unbelievably epic if I've got enough finances. A quick overview.

Games: Alpha Protocol, Aliens vs Predators, Splinter Cell Conviction, Star Wars: The Force Unleashed 2, Medal of Honour, Army of Two, Batman Arkham Asylum 2, God of War 3, Diablo 3, Halo: Reach, Heavy Rain and Assassin's Creed 2 (PC). 2011: Star Wars The Old Republic.

Movies: Iron Man 2, Legion, Universal Soldiers 3, Takers, Cop Out, Clash of The Titans, Kickass, A Nightmare On Elm Street, Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time and Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallows Pt 1. http://teaser-trailer.com/movies-2010.html

Plus, 65daysofstatic Live in Singapore in March. :) CHEEERS.

The Alpha & The Omega

2010-01-17T06:33:00.000-08:00

In a couple of weeks time, the final projects and presentations will be due. Now, the workload's already increasing quickly and before we know it, we'll be Diploma in Media Studies and Management Year 2s. Plus, Sean, Leslie and Patrick will be in National Service. Fuck, time flies way too fast when you don't want it to.

Still, I can't help but notice how seemingly pathetic our class is. Perhaps, it's because most people in the class are shy or maybe it's something else. But it's almost the end of our first year and the class still has it's own cliques that are strictly fixed. In comparison to other classes, it's pretty damn depressing. In a positive light, I shall tell myself that it's just by default.

Yesterday, we celebrated Michael Edwards' 18th Birthday at a chalet in Downtown East. Haven't been to a proper party in a long time. Fantastic albeit the slight shortage in alcohol. Unfortunately, with everytime that I get high, I only re-assert the fact that I'm a douchebag when in that state. Fuck.

On the way back home at 9am, I helped an elderly man with only a wooden leg to get a bottle of Coca-Cola. It seems that even in that state, a chilled Coke can provide temporary happiness. Damn, I'm a good Samaritan.

Ah well, don't have anything else to talk about. It's been 2 weeks. :) Cheers.

The Conversation of Trees.

2010-01-13T00:38:00.000-08:00

The Merry Christmas & Happy New Year '09

2010-01-01T01:41:00.001-08:00

In a flash, the most incredible time of the year has come and gone; leaving us with another year-long wait. But from what I can remember, we made the most of what little time we had to celebrate mindlessly. Due to the lenghty post, I shall merely summarise it.

Christmas Highlights:
Suit-Up! Christmas Midnight Mass. Drinks at Pam's lovely abode. Kiss on the cheek from Gen. Jeevan and Pam 3 second kiss. Lack of dinner = inability to drink. Ashton streaks and encounters 2 feisty ladies. Hilarity ensues. Home, Lights Out.

Boxing Day:
Suit-Up! with Father. Formal pictures. Lovely dinner at Aston's Specialties. Gardens. Drinks. Simplicity. Is. Genius.

New Year's Eve:
Aunty Gloria's birthday celebrations. Awesome dinner. Near-death taxi ride. Driver mounts curb and curses at it. Laughs and talks to himself. Genitals shrink. Party at Pam's. Patrick's final slap in the slapbet with Jeevan. Perfect. 2 Jim Beam, 1 Russian Standard Vodka, 1 Jose Quervo Tequilla, Carlsberg and Baron's. 0 vomit. Epic. McDonald's breakfast. Home. Lights Out. 2010 New Year resolutions kick in.

"It’s a big bad world full or twist and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could of changed everything." Hank Moody.

Time for New Year jokes. For the first time in 2010, CHEEEEEEERS.

The Jingle Bells.

2009-12-20T22:31:00.001-08:00

Unbelievably, it's a mere 4 days to Christmas 2009. Once again, all the excitement that the season delivers is running through our veins but only for a short-lived 2 weeks. Please savour every minute of it before the yearlong wait comes around yet again.

As for me, I've been preparing myself in a few ways. Most importantly, a couple wardrobe additions like a $100 pair of sexy Billabong jeans, a pair of Vans slip-ons, a pair of earrings and a motherfucking $200 G2000 suit! From Dad, with love. Also, I've trimmed my hair into a short and neat style.

On the somewhat spiritual side, I've been attending mass for the past month and Penitential Service too. Ah, and not to mention helping my mum to do some spring-cleaning around the house. Damn, it feels awesome. The Christmas Drug's impossible to explain or outdo.

What's even better? It's time to head out shopping for presents for my loved ones. The irony of it all huh? While I'm spending my money on others, it feels like I'm just receiving more presents. However, nothing can ever beat the feeling of dressing up on the 24th of December, attending mass at 12 midnight and having the ultimate celebrations after that. Happy Holidays everyone. All the work can wait. Christmas can't. CHEEEERS.

The Place Where We Only Say Goodbye.

2009-12-12T04:57:00.000-08:00

"Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
When protection meant wearing a helmet?
When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?
Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero?
Race issues were about who ran the fastest.
War was only a card game.
And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.
The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees,
and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?

And we couldn’t wait to grow up."

A friend of mine posted the above words in her blog. No idea where she got it from but it's really nice isn't it? Anyways, Leslie just flew off to Australia for Christmas and New Year's with his family. But on the same day, Pam's back from the land down under as well. Or rather, as she's now affectionately referred to, XiaoBoobz. Ah, Christmas right around the corner but with 2 of our close friends out of town, what'll happen? Shit.

1 bottle of Jack Daniel's from Australia. 4 good drinkers. 0 puke. 1 Awesome Night to welcome XiaoBoobz back to Singapore. But after last night, it's safe to say that whenever the few of us are under intoxication, we tend to ramble on and preach about life, death and everything in between. Or maybe, it's just me. Cheers.

The Shadowplay

2009-12-08T23:09:00.000-08:00

"To the center of the city where our roads meet; waiting for you.
To the depths of the ocean where our hopes sank; searching for you.
I was moving through the silence without motion; waiting for you.
In a room without a window in the corner, I found truth." - Shadowplay by Joy Division.

With a mere 1 and a half weeks left before our 2 week Christmas break, everyone I know's getting restless and hoping against hope that the 9 days can breeze by faster. However, what's more important, is that the 2 week holiday doesn't escape our fingertips too quick. Friday: Finance ICA. Next Friday: Broadcast ICA. Shingz.

Although the weekend wasn't anything special, I think Sunday night compensated for it. It started out rather normal with Luqman, Joseph, Jeevan, Sean and I heading down to Jalan Besar to catch Seran's gig. Awesome stuff. After that, we roamed the City Hall area in search of new shoes, piercings and Assasin's Creed 2. Unfortunately, I thought it was the end of the night when we had dinner in Gardens. Luqman and Joseph's first time. How schweet.

With nothing else to do and having our 2 special guests leave, we decided to chill out in Jalan Nira Park with a couple of beers to conclude the weekend. Then, Gary had some smart new method of getting a temporary high without having to consume anything. A long story short, I decided to push it 1 step too many and I ended up having something that mimicked fits. According to Jeevan, I fell flat on my back and started to have violent spasms before standing up; still with the "convulsions". From my point of view, the last thing I remembered was tapping out and the next, I was standing up announcing that I was feeling fine without even knowing it.

And what's worse, I flooded Mac's toilet sink with my vomit on Monday. What the flying fuck's wrong with me? Cheers.

The Death of Innocence.

2009-12-01T21:00:00.000-08:00

Everytime I listen to "When We Were Younger and Better" by 65daysofstatic, I can't help but let my mind wander around thinking about the title. Do you remember when we were all kids? As a child, I used to be very innocent and always early for everything. And the only habits I had were those of typical children. Even my mother asked me once, "What happened to the old Aaron?" to which I could only answer that he grew up.

Now, at the age of 17, I'm not exactly the most fucked up of people. At the very least, I'm schooling and I'm not into gangsterism or drugs. About that, isn't it sickening and pitiful to come across someone that's the same age as you but completely messed up? Perhaps, it was upbringing or maybe it was plainly their fault.

Anyhow, I'm not like these clowns and neither are my friends. But the point is, if I've changed considerably in the last few years, what will I be like when I'm older? Or will I even reach the age? Well, we can only fathom what adventure life has for me. The future's such a mystery.

By the way, Left 4 Dead 2's awesome. Fantastic. Cheeers.

"Fear not, for we can't be hurt beyond the grave."

The Life of Death

2009-11-28T01:07:00.001-08:00

"Death is the 2nd oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. After all, she loves you." - Neil Gaiman

A few days ago, a young woman living a couple of storeys above me committed suicide by jumping. When I reached home, paramedics and police officers surrounded the place to confirm the absence of foul play. Plus, I saw the transfixed look on her elderly parents' face. Tragic.

Do you ever get the little nudge from your consciousness asking you to jump? Whenever I look out the window at the ground, 8 storeys below, I never cease to ponder about what it must be like to spend your last few seconds of Earthly life floating in mid-air like a bird. Shortly after, unfortunately, comes an immense pain.

However, after the death of my neighbour, I've been provoked to think about something else. Can you imagine the state of mind of someone who committed suicide? To have the nerve to fling yourself off a HDB building requires a immeasurable amount of Despair. The perfect storm of negative external and internal forces if you will.

The Alpha and The Omega. Cheeerio.

The Champagne Supernova

2009-11-23T02:06:00.000-08:00

Although it's only the first ICA for Broadcasting and Media Sales & Negotiations, the amount of pressure mounted upon our still-relaxed shoulders is shockingly immense. Blame it on our slack attitude, the increased competitive mindset of some or the unclear guidelines. By tonight, I've got to finalised my radio news broadcast and presentation slides for a mock job interview as a media salesperson for Channel 5 and 8.

In my head, it seems pretty easy but once I'm finally ready to make some progress, the plot thickens. And yet, the lethargic feeling creeps slowly throughout my being. Why does the Blackshot icon or the PS2 seem strangely even more attractive today? Ah, the marvels of the human mind. Yes, I'm grateful to blogging for letting me spend some time to warm-up my brain before work.

"I don't want to see the day, where tears are falling on my grave." Cheers.

The Waves of Psychitude

2009-11-18T00:01:00.001-08:00

For a long time, the weekends were always of epic proportions while the weekdays were still somewhat fun, but unmemorable. However, Monday night was a first of what I hope to be many kick-ass weekday nights. It was the end of a brilliant weekend that we wanted to re-live once more and also, it was the start of yet another week. Therefore, a perfect time to hang loose just for one night.

After school, we all headed down to Gardens to throw a surprise birthday gathering for Alyssa Dhaliwal. While waiting for the birthday girl to arrive, we took a short spin in Jeevan's car and grab dinner first. Unfortunately, I couldn't finish my food but by the end of the night, that would be a minor scratch. What was unbelievable, was that Kieran and Alyssa's father freely gave them a $100 to celebrate properly that night. As a result, we had 2 jugs of Heineken and a round of Tequilla shots. Rather simple, but then again, Happy Daze is one helluva pricey place.

As it was still early, we decided to hang out a bit longer since the night was clearly headed in a positive direction. That night, Leslie and Alyssa lost their "shotgun virginity" to Anchor. For those who're unclear about what a shotgun means: To stab the base of a beer can and drink from the punctured hole as the air rushes through the top to push the beer down your throat.

Although we didn't drink that much since it was a weekday, Leslie already felt high and thus, began to provoke Jeevan into sparring. It took a great deal of pressure from all of us to finally convince Jeevan to accept Leslie's challenge. Possibly, the best sparring match I've witnessed first hand. Couple of great shots from both of them. In the end, Jeevan drove us all home even with a bruised cheek. On the other hand, Leslie had a cut lip and a bruise under his right eye.

About the picture used here, the previous post would explain it. My apologies if I've offended anyone. After all, it's my blog and we were merely having fun. CHEEERS!

"Welcome to a life of insecurity and paralyzing self-doubt."

The Reckless Abandon

2009-11-14T22:56:00.000-08:00

Salutations. Well, it has occured to me that now, I'm only blogging about the weekends. Maybe it's the fact that I'm too busy but honestly, that's definitely not it. However, the reason is that ever since school started, there hasn't been a weekend that's not of epic proportions. And for this, I'd like to thank my closest group of friends.

On Friday, I had a formal presentation at 8am which, needless to say, meant a $6 cab ride. What's worse was that it ended at 9am, and we were left with 5 hours of nothing. Of course, Warren siezed the opportunity to do our group work. Simply put, the rest of the day flew by quickly.

That night, we kicked off the party with some Aston's dinner followed by Friday the 13th since it was...Friday The 13th. For the record, Michael Bay just made Jason Voorhees even more badass and awesome. Fast forward a couple of hours, and I could only remember a few happenings. Most importantly, that I passed out for 2 hours in a toilet but didn't puke. Oh, and at one point, Leslie randomly exclaimed "OH MY GOD. WE SHOULD VISIT AN ART MUSEUM!" after seeing Kieran's artsy-fartsy painting. To which Jeevan replied, "HAW MA GAWD. YOU'RE A FAG!" Yes, at those rare times, I give my sincerest props to Jeevan. Soon, the night ended with an extremely hilarious pee-a-thon between Ashton and I due to uncontrollable laughter. Plus, Jeevan and Ang decided to spar. Just as Jeeves backed away since Ang was cornered into the wall, the latter threw a spinning kick straight into the other's peanuts. INSTANT K.O.

On Saturday, we had an amazing 2 hour Blackshot session to start things up. After which, we adjurned back to Kieran's place for a chilled night of beer and Rob Zombie's Halloween. But the highlight of the night came when Patrick asked Jeevan to pick him up from Gardens' Circus. It was a chance in a lifetime. Ashton, Ang and I stripped nude as Jeevan drove us down to collect Pat. Long story short, we had Patrick Chew squeezed in between 3 naked men inside Jeevan's car and the patrons of RK Eating House bore witness to it. Eventually, we all got naked in the spirit of doing "The Naked Man" and the picture taken shall be made immortal.

Well, that's my weekend folks. Today, I shall attend mass. Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeers!!

The Tears In Heaven

2009-11-09T03:24:00.001-08:00

Bam! Yet another week of school has passed bringing us to the 4th week. Damn, time flies by. But it also means that another brilliant weekend has taken place. Although Friday was ruined due to poor planning, Saturaday and Sunday proved capable of compensating for one wasted night of possible fun.

After a whole afternoon of Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas, we all headed down to Leonard's place to celebrate his 21st birthday once again. Immediately, we stuffed our faces with his mother's delicious food like Nasi Briyani and Sambal Prawns. Following that, was the priceless cutting of the cake which involved many laughs and/or irritations. It's an inside thing. Then, we played street soccer at 1am before kicking off the actual celebrations with drinks. Needless to say, a heck of a fun night albeit the throwing up in the taxi. Well, you know you're fucked when your mind says "Why did I do that?"

On Sunday, I dragged my hungover self out of bed and rushed down to my grandma's place for a quick tea party before meeting up with my dad for his birthday celebrations. Happy Birthday Daddykins. It was a feast for an army at Apolo Banana Leaf Indian Restaurant and before we knew it, we were all filled to the brim with indian food. Sean, Victoria, Jacklyn, Gabriel, Auntie Phyllis, my Dad and I then parted ways. Pretty delightful evening. Sadly, I ended the night slamming a glass of Tiger as I witnessed Chelsea triumph over Manchester United. Fo Shitz.

Colour my life with the chaos of trouble. Cheeeeers!

The Hell On Earth

2009-11-03T23:08:00.001-08:00

So, it's an awesome day. 9am to 11am of Ms. Soo. Simple tutorial. An hour of lunch. Then, it's 2 hours of watching one of my favourite shows...Pulp Fiction. God, I love the media. That was literally all I did at school. Although it seems extremely slack, I keep having to force myself to remember the many group meetings and projects that I've got in the next 2 weeks. FOCUS. Well, I've got nothing else to say really. Mental-Cheers.

I'm sorry for what I said and what I didn't say.
I'm sorry for what I did and what I didn't do.
It's fine if you hate me. Sometimes, I hate me too.

2009-11-03T23:08:00.000-08:00

The Awesome Weekends

2009-11-01T06:35:00.000-08:00

Hello patrons of the blogosphere. In recent years, time has begun to fly seemingly faster than the speed of light. Why? A friend of mine mentioned of his theory that we mortals are being robbed of it; literally speaking. In fact, the first 2 week of my return to NYP has zipped right by. However, it also signifies the end of 2 legendary weekends.

Last week, I luckily had a long weekend due to the cancellation of all classes on Friday. As a result, it only meant one thing. Awesome Thursday. Kinda-Awesome Friday. Awesome Saturday. Motherfucking Sunday. However, I shall not go into detail about those 3 days of madness because I'm not proud of what kind of fun we had.

On the other hand, I've come to the end of yet another weekend. On Friday night, we decided to make like guinea pigs and submit ourselves to the power of beer shots. All for the fun of experimentation of course. 8 maximators of Baron's Strong Brew, 5 curious lads. Shortly after we began, Kieran bravely challenged Jeevan to a 5 shot bet although he had taken the most. As the 3rd shot sunk to Jeevan's belly, he suddenly had a stupid-er look on his hairy face. Low and behold, we were all mid-sentence when the best part of the night took place. BAAMMMMM. "Uurrgghhhhhh", projectile vomit spewed from within our dear friend. Unfortunately, his bee hoon dinner came out as well.

After a quick clean-up, we had the best chicken I've ever tasted courtesy of Kieran. As it started to drizzle, Leslie and Ashton developed a bright idea to have a sparring contest. What ended with Leslie bleeding from the nose and a victorious Singh, was short-lived but it provided the adrenaline rush for everyone like a Scorcese movie. Without doubt, yet another fantastic weekend albeit the dull poker night on Halloween. Tragic.

On a higher note, my Dad returned from a week-long break in Phuket with many gifts like a shark's tooth necklace and stories that will be etched in his memory forever.

As morbid as it may be, some of you may know that I'd love to attend my own funeral. Having a sleepless night forced me to drift off and ponder about who shall carry my casket when I leave the Earth. The answer? Sean, Ang, Jeevan, Leslie, Nick, Kieran, Ashton and Derek. Ah, eternal bliss. Life = Euphoria, Despair and everything in between.

Find your destiny; with fear and trepidation. Cheerio!

The Weather Storms Are In Your Head

2009-10-28T01:43:00.000-07:00

Good afternoon my dear readers. Although I doubt anyone still reads this, I don't give 2 shits because writing's an awesome way to pass the time. It's already the 2nd week of school but the workload hasn't piled up yet. Plus, many classes seem way shorter nowadays. It's weird. Had class from merely 9am to 12pm today. Mega McJizz. Interestingly, the very first assignment was for me to make an introduction video of myself. Here, enjoy laughing your unwiped arseholes off.

Moreover, the ICA 1 for Storyboarding requires me to work in a group and develop a fantasy drama concept for Singaporean primetime TV. In less than a day, the first draft of our idea has been drawn out. Brain juices are flowing, stories are developing. Yes, it's going to be a seemingly fantastic semester. Cheeers.

The Bright Lights

2009-10-19T02:43:00.001-07:00

Ah, I've just finished watching 500 Days of Summer. Without doubt, it has become one of my favourite shows because of it's amazing actors and characters, the script and the plot. Fantastic. Moreover, I never thought I'd see Zooey Deschanel again after her brief but striking role in Bridge To Terabithia. Think it's safe to suggest that she's capable of charming her way into any man's heart with her large, beautiful eyes, her highly neurotic laughter and her sweet smile. To anyone reading this, go check out the movie. More importantly, it's resurrected my love for The Smiths. Now, I shall share some of their brilliant lyrics. Or for some, it may just bore you. But, I don't give 2 shits.

Will Nature make a man of me yet? - This Charming Man

See I've already waited too long and all my hope is gone - How Soon Is Now

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour but heaven knows I'm miserable now - Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking When I said I'd like to Smash every tooth in your head

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking When I said by rights you should be Bludgeoned in your bed - Bigmouth Strikes Again

And if a double-decker bus Crashes in to us To die by your side Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten ton truck Kills the both of us To die by your side Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine - There's A Light That Never Goes Out

Because if it's not Love Then it's the Bomb That will bring us together - Ask

Well, as you can see, it's totally morbid. But fuckin' great. Cheers.

The Joyride

2009-10-12T17:11:00.000-07:00

Aloha my audience. It's a very cool, wet Tuesday morning. After a solid night, I'm fit as a fiddle and ready to tell the tale of my 2 latest midnight escapades. Although the first story's a week old. Perhaps, I'll mention the more recent one in the next post. Yes, such stories are long.

Last week, I found myself (yet again) in the infamous LAN shop playing a couple games of DotA and Blackshot. Soon, I got sick of it for that night and it had taken its toll on my wallet as well. Therefore, I left earlier than my more enthusiastic friends to meet Ashton and Damian. Leaving the rest behind, we decided to have a little bit of a joyride before picking them up for a hearty supper.

As we tried to find a haunted and uninhabited house referred to as Mathilda's house in Punggol, we landed ourselves in the corner of Singapore in a small area beside Seletar Airbase. Unfortunately, a certain amount of star-gazing and relaxing really works up a serious appetite. What began as a night of freedom soon grew into a bloody hunt for the best supper in town. Adam's Road? Thomson Road? Newton Circus? Eventually, we ended up in Bukit Timah. Oh, did I mention that I drove a manual car for 500m? Scary stuff.

$25 for Omelette, Tom Yam Seafood Soup, Sambal Stingray and Black Pepper Beef. As a result, the 3 of us were completely stuffed but we achieved satisfaction at the highest level. Waddling back to the car like fat kids in small clothes, we started brainstorming on the best adventure spot to entertain Ashton's unrelenting desire for horror and spook. Quickly, we settled on visiting the most terrifying cemetery around; Jalan Bahar. And even in Bukit Timah, we bumped into a familiar face...our resident DJ Kenneticx a.k.a Kenneth Chia.

After getting creeped out of our skulls, we sped back to our hometown and I crashed at Ashton's. Honestly, I think a picture-perfect joyride like that would help many people kick back and take a pause from the real world. Well, I know it felt awesome for me and my 2 friends. A big thank you to them. Cheeeers.

The Chains and Shackles.

2009-10-11T08:23:00.000-07:00

Hello my dear readers. Why did I enter the realm of the Blogosphere? Well, because I want to immortalise my thoughts and memories for eternity till Kingdom come. Unless, blogspot decides to shut down its website. Although I'd love to talk about the few eventful nights that have taken place recently, I've somehow lost the energy or enthusiasm to pen it down. Or shall I say type it. However, I shall leave you with 2 songs with meaningful lyrics.

Life Is A Song - Patrick Park

You say life is a dream where we can't say what we mean
Maybe just some roadside scene that we're driving past
There's no telling where we'll be in a day or in a week
And there's no promises of peace or of happiness

Well is this why you cling to every little thing
And polverize and derrange all your senses
Maybe life is a song but you're scared to song along
Until the very ending

Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we've been
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds
From the chains and shackles that they're in

Oh, tell me what good is saying that you're free
In a dark and storming sea
You're chained to your history, you're surely sinking fast
You say that you know that the good Lord's in control
He's gonna bless and keep your tired and oh so restless soul
But at the end of the day when every price has been paid
You're gonna rise and sit beside him on some old seat of gold
And won't you tell me why you live like you're afraid to die
You'll die like you're afraid to go

Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we've been
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds
From chains and shackles that they're in
From the chains and shackles that they're in

Well life is a dream 'cause we're all walking in our sleep
You could see us stand in lines like we're dead upon our feet
And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall
Always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all

Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap

All apologies for such a dull post. Cheerio.

The Class Chalet of MS0901

2009-09-29T21:49:00.000-07:00

Although seated barely inches from each other, it was dark and pitch black that we could only make out a vague image of each other's silhouettes. It was 6.15am in the morning and we at East Coast Park. Sitting on the soft, white sand, we waited patiently for the morning Sun to rise. With each passing wave, the sea water came higher and higher up the beach...closer and closer to our feet. Until eventually, at 6.30am, the ice-cold waves gently kissed our skin and the Sun revealed itself from behind many grey clouds. What a glorious and beautiful Sunrise.

Ah, a fantastic end to a few mad days. After not sleeping for 24 hours, I had a 5 hour rest before being informed that my class chalet was already taking place. In a matter of hours, I dragged my white butt out of bed to the bathroom, liquor store and finally, the chalet. Armed to the teeth with Jim Beam and King Robert's, I joined forces with my classmates who clasped Absolut Ruby Red, Smirnoff Vodka and yet another bottle of King Robert's in their soon to be drunken hands.

A short game of soccer and a bath later, the eating and intoxication began. For most of them at least. It was indeed a pleasant surprise that we had that much fun as a class. Unfortunately, a few of them couldn't handle their alcohol and the rest ended up baby-sitting them. Thus, I felt a bit responsible and kept my drinking far from my decent capability.

A big thank you to whoever was involved.

At 7am, after a quick sprucing up of the chalet that resembled the aftermath of an american pie party, a couple of us took a refreshing dip in the swimming pool. Strangely, I managed 6 laps with an abundance in energy left in me that was used up while messing around in the pool. However, breakfast was fucked up. After working up a fierce appetite, I ordered a Big Breakfast meal only to succeed in eating the egg. FML.

Following that, the 55 bus ride home was a long but well-deserved one. Paradise? Somewhat. To MS0901 and everyone else that I've ever loved, Cheers.

The Future Beckons

2009-09-24T16:00:00.001-07:00

In the words of wise men, change is the only constant. Unfortunately, that's fucking true. But I've been taught that when I've found something good, I should never let it go till someone has to pry it away from my cold, dead fingers. At the risk of my sanity, I've been thinking about the future recently. Will we be alive tomorrow? Will our loved ones be alive?

Fuck, we are mere vulnerable mortals with little control over our own fates. Any second of any day could very well be our last. Planet Earth, please stop raising the young by making them dive head first into the rat race. Rather, why can't we all just enjoy life? For example, the very movements in our body. All we have to do is think and we can move our fingers. Personally, I think that it's something to pause, ponder and marvel about.

Although, in the words of other wise men, balance is perfection. Humans should go about their lives trying to be the best but at the same time, appreciate everything that life has to offer. Be it sitting down having a chat or sky-diving. Whether Earth was created by God or the Big Bang, whoever created mankind did a fuckin' hell of a job. If we live our lives loving and cherishing all the small moments as well, I think the spectre of Death will be more of a friend than a foe. Death's merely a friend that'll come to remind us that our earthly home's just temporary and bring us back. After all, we'll all cease to exist sooner or later. Our best shot would be to immortalise ourselves in memories or history. Let's just accept our inevitable fate and make the most of our time on Earth.

If asked where I see myself in 10 years, I'd love to ramble on about it.

-Small terrace house near Serangoon Gardens.
-Writer or TV Host or Anchorman
-BMW
-1 dog and 1 cat

But what I've feared to think about would be: Will I still have the same close friends? Where will my parents be living? Will I have to face the terrible loss of a loved one? If I could have it my way, I'd still have the same "entourage" as I have right now but with several more friends outside the group. However, we can't choose our destinies but we're able to use the information at hand to make the best decisions. Thus, I'd think the best option's to live in the moment and let life take it's place. Cheers.

The Legends.

2009-09-21T17:36:00.000-07:00

Here's a short tribute to 2 legends in the underground music scene. Kurt Donald Cobain ( 20th February 1967 - 5th April 1994 ) and Ian Kevin Curtis ( 15th July 1956 - 18th May 1980). Men who spoke to and for entire generations.

Nirvana - YOU KNOW YOU'RE RIGHT

I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you

Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good

I will move away from here
You wont be afraid of fear
No thought was put in to this
I always knew it would come to this

Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to feel
Pain [3x]

You Know your Right [3x]

I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
Steaming soup against her mouth
Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself

I will move away from here
You wont be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew to come like this

Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to feel
Pain [5x]

You know Your Right [17x]

Pain [1x]

JOY DIVISION - LOVE WILL TEAR US APART

When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions wont grow
And were changing our ways,
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again

Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed,
Our respect run so dry?
Yet theres still this appeal
That weve kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again

Do you cry out in your sleep
All my failings expose?
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Is it something so good
Just cant function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart again.

To the late and dearly beloved, Cheers.

The Sand and Surf.

2009-09-18T04:05:00.000-07:00

One fateful night in Gardens, as we reminisced about each of our amazing experiences in Sentosa, yet another one of our hairbrain schemes took shape. Almost instantly, we were bound toward Sentosa Island Resort. A few days later, we found ourselves in Ang's house at 2am after a delicious indian supper. Our plan: to stay up all night before heading to Sentosa in the morning to chase and hunt down the elusive feeling of PARADISE.

So, we watched 21 and learnt a couple of Krav Maga tactics that Wednesday night. As Thursday morning rolled around, the 4 of us unwillingly dragged our feet to bathe and journey down to Harbourfront...doing the best to keep our heavy eyes open. Following an interesting and lengthy conversation between Ang and his missus, (that we all were somehow part of) we ended up at VivoCity where the scorching Sun mercilessly tortured us. Unfortunately, it was that time of the morning where your head doesn't feel screwed on properly and your stomach keeps yearning for food. It was time for finding the perfect breakfast.

Having my friends reject the option of KFC Breakfast and a lack of Popeye's meant only one little thing. Mushroom Swiss Student Meal upsized. Yes, it was the same thing that I order from Burger King everytime I'm there. Regardless of whether it's lunch or dinner. And now, even breakfast. At last, we boarded the train to Sentosa with a satisfied tummy. But not before we gave ourselves nicknames. Awesome Ang = Charlie. Awesome Ashton = Barney. Awesome Ashley = Cassidy. Awesome Aaron = Seth. Game on.

Flash forward.

"Fuck dude...am I red? Damn, my back feels on fire. Eeeh, my hair's fucking rough. FML."

Sadly, that's not all the whiney complaints that we all made. However, it's the gist of it and I think that's enough to create a vague image of what happened. In short, we swam nude, played water soccer, swam dangerously far out into the lagoon and ran up & down the white beach. It may not sound like much here, but I promise...we had a lot of fun albeit the blazing Hellish weather. At the end of the day, I'd say that we caught a glimpse of paradise.

But the weirdest thing happened when I reached home that afternoon after the seemingly eternal bus ride. Perhaps it was the incredible fatigue or the magic of the island, but the memory of that day feels surreal like a figment of my imagination. Something I'd dream up when I'm dying of boredom in Mr. Ho's Marketing lecture.

Anyways, it's been 8 days since that awesome day and the full-body circumcision continues. Damn, I hate sunburns. Oh well, next stop for our Paradise Conquest: Bali. Cheers.

The Drunken Teacher's Day

2009-09-03T02:56:00.001-07:00

Blame it on the booze, gotcha feelin' loose Blame it on the 'tron, gotcha in the zone Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the heiney Blame it on the blue tap, gotcha feelin' dizzy.

Well, it's the first week of proper holidays and it's also Teacher's Day. So, I headed down to St. Gabriel's Secondary School for my first visit since graduating. From the bus stop all the way till the school, an air of homecoming and belonging filled the area. It's impossible to explain such an emotion in words or perhaps, I'm incapable of doing it yet. Moreover, it got even better when I met my friends and teachers for the first time in what seemed like ages. Although some of them had changed, merely sitting down and talking cock once again was uplifting.

On the downside, we only bumped into Mr. Crawshaw, Mr. Chan and Mr. Han. What a bummer. The absence of Ms. Leow, Ms. Harwin, Ms. Yap and Ms. Simon made St. Gab's feel literally all male. Furthermore, our plans for all 10+ of us to have a whole day of soccer went up in flames. Whether it was because some had to go home or had exams to sit for, we were left with only 2 of us. Looking back at it, I'm glad we didn't play soccer. That night, sparks flew. Or actually, vomit. Luckily, not for me.

"An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools."

As we sat outside school doing our very best to convince more to play soccer (in vain), a completely different idea sprouted. How fascinating, from soccer, Thana and Imran suddenly started talking about their drinking night and before we know it...a new plan had taken form.

"Eh, remember the other night? Ray was totally smashed man. Really, he was gone!"

"Oh yeah! Should drink again la. All of us. EEEH, tonight want not?"

"SET AH!!" everyone exclaimed in homosexual boyband unison.

So, at 11pm that Monday night, we all met in Serangoon Gardens for a nice supper first. Once the clock hit 1am and Kieran creeped out of his luxurious abode, we sat down in Jalan Nira park. Thana, Ray, Imran, Kieran, Muhammad and myself. Oh, not to mention our other pals...Jim, Tequilla and King Robert.

2 death shots, 5 shots and a wild car drive later, I think every single one of us were intoxicated to the max. Thana began to mumble about his lunch appointment with his classmates and stumbled off. Kieran complained about his need for sleep although his eyes had said enough for themselves. Imran spewed nonsense and bullshit out from his mouth and lay on the playground. Oh, but this was not before they all puked and wretched like sick dogs. What a sight.

Hammered, I stumbled home clutching 4 bottles and smiling to myself. That night, I had possibly the best drinking session ever. A big thank you to whoever was involved. Cheers.

The Beer, The Turtle and The Father.

2009-08-23T23:57:00.000-07:00

Ladies and gentlemen, I've just been handed a very important announcement. Please stop what you're doing and listen. Aaron Mossadeg's writing another blog entry. Yes, the blog's official. Brace yourself.

Unfortunately, yet another week of absolute boredom has flown by. Is it just me or is Serangoon Gardens just one dull shithole? As it seems, the only thing that's worth being there for would be playing LAN, drinking, eating and wasting hours of my somewhat worthless life. Then, why do I never leave the place? Both my futile attempts to hang out somewhere else have ended in me finding myself back in Gardens. Try as I might, my escapades came to an early halt due to having, yet again, nothing better to do elsewhere. Thus, being redirected back.

Ah, I deeply appreciate the change of pace on Saturday, the highlight of my week. After weeks, I finally had dinner with my Dad and Sean. 3 bottles of Baron's Strong Brew later, it was time for me to lose my Turtle Soup virginity. Without doubt, I did feel rather guilty about eating the poor mammal. But honestly, that little bugger tastes great with pepper. Plus, the skin helps improve complexion. Following that, I had the horrid realisation that I've eaten deer meat before. With all the beer and food, I think I vomitted in my mouth. At the very least, it wasn't projectile puke.

Stuffed, we then headed back to...wait for it...Gardens. However, we had the occasional abundance in money to Defend the Ancients. Everytime we enter that dark room, the outcome was typical. Either feeling down rockbottom or on top of the world. Thankfully, it was the latter that night. In the end, it was a great Saturday albeit expected ending.

Well, let's wait for what fun the holidays might bring. Cheers.

The Game of World Domination

2009-08-16T08:49:00.000-07:00

Like an infant, I need to have my first blog words. And it shall be, "Yes, I have jumped on the bandwagon. That's the extent of boredom. Now, let's see how fun blogging is."

So, it's the start of the holidays. Or actually, my study break but with only 2 test papers, I can kick back and relax. Plus, I think it's well deserved after all my hard work put into projects. C'mon...4 presentations in 3 days? THIS IS MADNESS.

So, having 1 and a half months of holiday ahead of me, one might think that I already have everything planned out. Truth is, every holiday brings about an amazing amount of boredom in me. For a start, I've wasted $6 playing LAN already. Apart from playing LAN, what else can I do?

Apart from the rare case of skateboarding and soccer, I'm clueless as to how to have fun without spending cash. Drinking's also an alternative but it costs quite a lot. Chilling out and watching the world go by seems decent but in small and frequent doses. Or perhaps, catching a movie at a friends place although that can't be done too often. As a result, I've resorted to sitting at home playing BlackShot, DotA or CounterStrike.

However, it's the start of the new era. Do you have the balls to play Risk? After leaving that boardgame in the cupboard for 3 years, it has finally found its use again. It's free and provides hours of entertainment. But the best part about it? Risk brings out the inner arsehole in everyone. From backstabbing your ally to completely annihilating someone, Risk is the game of World Domination. Cheers!