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when i say "Sore Throat rules", i do not mean the physical condition
myself, ronny, munir, smot, belo and salihin (+ watie a while later) got together to send off Aaron Borg at the airport. he was going back to London. he'll come again next year or so we hope. met him every day since he stepped into Singapore last Friday. so yes bro, i miss you. and the rest obviously feel the same as well. * got a fucking sore throat. * intake 83 enlisted just now. Oath taking went as per normal. surprisingly the "cuci mata" tradition was baffled today. nevermind if you dont get what i mean. * talked to Ronny about our possible project which commences in April. keep your eyes open for Car Park Autopsy!!! * this is probably the only entry full of personal inside jokes and indecipherable lingo. * Stefee's such an artist, and such an artiste too.

"dei...pundanarchy deiiiiiii"
camp was as per normal. until Hameed's relative came at 5pm and told me stuff about his EXCITING army life. 43 yr olds can be as fun as 14 yr olds sometimes. * after camp it was off to meet the grindcore gang. fucking bastards were moving from place to place but i caught up with them eventually. bumped into aish, zal, jess and imran at city hall MRT just now. been ages since i saw zal. still as friendly as ever. he actually bought the L2N cd!!!! thanks bro! * anyway the grindcore gang had the usual talk cock sessions, semi-porno pic taking and the usual hoo-haas. we then went to catch The Bandits movie. the movie fucking rocked and that Kate character is so sexy. oh we saw Najip Ali beforehand too. his Jap friends are cute. nevertheless the movie was FREE to me (and belo, gayung, smot and munir). go figure. DIY OR DIE!!!! * just what the fuck am i blabbering about...

Inhuman...
...is how i would describe the IMPIETY set earlier. went to the metal gig just now (yes, i ACTUALLY paid $15 to watch a METAL gig. 2nd time in my life ever since Koffin Kanser @ Fire in 1999 or so...). i came late, i saw 3 bands; i dont know the names of the first two...they played so many covers anyway so i didnt really dig them, and the mighty, holy, legendary IMPIETY. fuck, shit, fuck. they just kill. fuck the world, listen to extreme music, scream out "DEATH TO **** (insert cheesy slogan here)" and go watch IMPIETY "live" ANY DAY, ANY TIME. * after the show the grindcore gang went to Komala's for a meal and chilled out. Marc of Impetigo joined us too. cool. didnt talk to him much though. * i weigh 63 kg and i have a FUCKING OBVIOUS belly. alamak.

MY PRECIOUS, you very precious lah!
...and that was what i shouted during their set at the Rockstar Collective gig just now. Rina heard it and smiled back. ahaha. My Precious was just fucking crazy. bits of Newborn, Kindread...and just crazed dual female vocal emo thrash core!!!!! Sole Attention was a torture to my ears ( i hate to say this, because the SA peeps are really nice guys), Astreal fucking rocked (surrealistic shoegazer indierock) and i missed One 9round. but yeah fuck, crazy gig. Ginette is STILL as talkative but she's easily frightened by ANYTHING related to SFOGS.com. muahaha. Ginette if you read this...WATCH OUT! IM GOING TO SCARE YOU SILLY WITH MORE CHILLING TALES FROM NOW ON...muahahaha. * camp was okay just now. Intake 82 POC liao. ha! and i had to do crowd control just now during the cerememony. fuck at least its better than fucking sentry. * going to sleep. might be catching the metal show tomorrow. IMPIETY will be up the throne, motherfucker! ARGH!!!!!!

Tom Beerache rest in peace
just got home after meeting the grindcore gang. Aaron "In League Wit Satan Recs" came to visit my WTN brothers today. he'll be here for a few days which is great. passed him zerox #8 and the L2N/Nekros split tape...will be passing him another mix tape tomorrow! * anyway at S-11 just now, in the middle of a teh-kopi-talkcock session i asked Aaron if he knew my old pen pal Tom (Drunkard, Beerache Distro). he replied "he's dead". i thought he was kidding until he elaborated. i and SmotBwere fucking shocked. HELL, IT'S TOM! the person i and bob almost had to meet in our 1998 plan to holiday in Australia (which of course did not happen. heh.) Tom died of a drug (heroin?) overdose. as far as we knew he never touched that stuff. but hell...Tom was a nice guy. i saw that in his letters to me. i remember interviewing him for Zerox #6, trading tapes, sending zines etc....and now he's gone. no wonder the package i sent him in 2000/2001 got returned! i dont know why i dont feel sad. maybe im still in shock. or maybe its just been too long. his good friend Russell is somewhere out there. might need to e-mail him. Rest in peace Tom. see you soon bro. * i got a letter from Cynthia PPWC. Ali Khalid ABdullah's been denied parole again! fucking stupid AmeriKKKan "justice" system! Ali's been in fucking prison for a decade already. let him out! BURN THE FUCKING RACIST SYSTEM DOWN. ARGHHHHH.

and stacy said...
yesterday my cousin Stacy told me "well at least one of us has an exciting life". hmmm. was she referring to me? i think so. i mean i hardly ever have a boring day. * yesterday a freak accident occured at camp...involving some Proton car, a van and an SCDF van...driven by my friend Tay...together with 3 camp mates inside. fuck! Tay (whom i affectionately call "Chikachoo" and he does the same too...inside joke lah) involved in an accident? i still dont know what actually happened as i was in the Guardroom eating when CLANG BOOM PIANG DUDSH! wah lau. hmm...there's just too many words in my head to actually piece together a SENSIBLE write up on what happened but here's the major pointers. 1) traffic was heavy, it was wet after the rain 2) Proton car speeds, hits SCDF vehicle and dunno how that fucking van got involved. the Pakcik driver sure has a loud mouth though! 3) a mother and son was badly injured as a result of the accident. mother dislocates calf, son bleeds from head. 4) Proton car goes through a kerb, narrowly misses 2 trees and goes into the other road 5) Tay wasnt wearing any freaking pants! CHEEBAI LAH CHOOKACHOO! fortunately he had shorts on...but that with a Smart 3? i seriously wanted to laugh when i saw his hairy legs. but that would be rude to the casualties 5) as usual many people kaypoh-ed including yours truly. * some bastard broke into our locker! AGAIN! i mean i dont really care if they break lockers...you kind of expect that working hand in hand with the Condemned Squad aka GD Boys. but must they take Suwanda's FHM Calender-Poster?!! fuck! this month has a life size picture of the divine ANNIE YANG! cheebai! you've also got Christy Chung and Halle Berry in that series. arghhhhhhh.

plaster prata rules. but im still hungry.
just had 1 piece plaster prata. fucking divine! but im still hungry. should have gotten nasi lemak instead. oh well.... * got meself a new pair of glasses. similar to what Nizwar has, but proportionately smaller. its a little loose but i think i could get the sides tightened tomorrow or something. or maybe it just has to get some getting used to. * Intake 82 is going to POC within 48 hours. fuck. i've been serving NS for 9 months and it only seems like 5! time passes real fast in the rota system! Intake 83 watch out!! * Hermantino and Sani have been fucking irritating me with that nickname again. i wont reveal what it is though :P. sometimes i just feel like telling them "buto aku maki mak bapak kau baru jalan ke apa?" grr. * * Newborn from Hungary fucking rips! New school emocore. i keep playing that mix tape...or rather that Newborn bit...again and again. argh!

a walk to remember
yes the movie starring Mandy Moore. if Samdin can fucking cry to it then it has to be good. for those who know Samdin you know that he isnt human. also want to catch The Mothman Prophecies, I Not Stupid and the talkingcock.com movie to be launched in April. * someone lend me videos of old B grade REAL horror movies please. modern horror flicks are WEAK.

Guestbook, Gasbook...whatever
finally. i've created a Guestbook. took me a while to figure it out. come on sign the fucking book. vulgarities, slander and all other undesirables are ALLOWED. so shoot.

#273983619272
good morning. listening to some records...Kent Brockman, Edora, WTN, Acid Enema and the holy MANOWAR. * tonight werk. lazy arrr...

S C O R P I U S
seething her pulse races on, oblivious. tattooed upon her will, she swears defiance. envy remains as her silent disdain. preceding her initated goals, henceforth. hailed as a goddess in these tumultuous times; astronomical is her degree of passion. nullifying the outermost of possibilities. incarcerated becomes the demon of deceit. enemity remains but her silent sorrow. solace embraces her like the moments till tomorrow. obliterating all that prevents her. harping her thoughts in such fine grace. ***

fingerprint is dead.
and its sad that they were. for they are legends. if any band rightfully deserves the pure emo tag, FINGERPRINT has to be it.

thank you screamo and grindcore for existing
its happening again. that fucking feeling of being alone. not literally alone, i can call on my brothers and sistas anytime. but you get what i mean. should i tell her? but we've never even met. she could even be lying about her entire existence. i dont think so, but i dont know and wont know till we meet. and even if we do would she accept me, even as a friend? i'm different. im smelly, and whilst im hospitable and accomodating, i dont like changing my wardrobe to cater to other's tastes. but then for the sake of some things, "selling out" is possible. they call it sacrifice. * her voice never fails to make me nervous. that's an obvious sign. she mentioned she was about to go to sleep. poor her. she must have been tired. * i dont fucking know why i'm writing this. what if she reads this and avoids me? but she seems cool and 'different' would she do so? maybe thats why i get so pessimistic in this kind of things...past misfortunes i blame you! to me every girl that i like seems to have an invisible "standard" about them. i hope that isnt true. maybe i should consult Jane on this. she knows what to do and what to say. that Wabbit will always be one of the best femme friends i ever had. a sister i never had. * NS pay clocking in soooooon. maybe i should head for a late night supper. yes i think i should call Jane. * to the girl in mind, if you think you're "her" please dont avoid me. confront me and reject me. -- i sound so pathetic --

harshThrash part 2 HARSHTHRASH IN MY BLOOD!
the gig fucking rocked!!!!! secret 7, jahilia, uvula blender, L2N, matilda, volition all cramped at Jammerz Pit. edora and banzai 606 couldnt make it. cheebai lah. * secret 7 began with their intense set of thrashcore! everyone went nuts and me, the Jahil gang and some other guys had a mini Wrestlemania. had my head hit by either a swinging foot or something (head's still reeling), bruises and a random thwack in the nose. but im okay lah! it's fun. i like violent dancing without any macho-ego-kepalabutoh-ism. secret 7 rule and they deserve to be on x625x. * i missed UB to look for Terence and Brian. as usual, L2N members disappear whenever we play gigs. its a free stress management course being with my 'brothers'. Matilda was next and they rule. made up mostly of girls (barely legal somemore ahaha) they played some grrrly punk at first but then proceeded with harshThrash ala old Sore Throat! we went nuts. Ato nearly squashed me with a wrestling move (bayar balik hutang kapa? hehe), and the place went nuts. they played only a 10 minute set. cheebai. MORE LEH GIRLS! * missed Volition and listened to Jahilia from downstairs. usual reason, making sure the L2N guys do not play catching again. pundek deiiiii. my head's still reeling. i want more fun fastcore.

she.
she means something to me now. i miss her. she inspires me. haven't had this feeling for a long time. would i end up disappointed again? hope not. then again i'm used to it. i hate having a crush, though i want to fall in love. emo is buto no? :) * i should change my glasses. for some reason there's something repulsive about them. call me insecure because that's what i am. its a Scorpio trait. horoscopes...used to disbelieve and doubt them, but now i realize they carry an ounce of truth. may not be 100% accurate but 60% is convincing enough.

harshThrash part 1
been sometime since i wrote something in here. Pte Hadi got nabbed by the CNB a few days ago for suspected drug abuse. he was later found to test positive in his urine. kind of shook the whole Guardroom. we all knew Hadi was a bit "senget" but we never once thought he would be caught, during Recall Exercise of all times. its very likely he would be charged into Drug Rehab or Prison for up to 1 year. he's currently on hold, trial, whatever now for the moment. to be frank i never really liked Hadi. he's selfish, inconsiderate, self-centred and is an asshole. but as much as i wish him dead all the time, he doesnt deserve to go to prison. if at any time we had to iron out our differences i would rather have it done between us, with zero interference from anyone else. i hope he'll be let off but i wont bet on it. still its not as if i'll like it if he comes back soon. i can't stand the sight of him. but still i wish him all the best; prison or not.

BANGLA POWER! (and other cool Pundanarchy slogans)
this will be my longest entry to date so bear with me... * i just got home from camp. and on my way to my block, i heard a commotion nearby on a field where contract workers were building some huge canvas tent (presumably). saw some people wrestling, i thought it was some workers having fun. but sial lah! it turned out to be a brawl between an aged Chinese man (i think its a contractor) and a Bangla worker~! the cool bit was when the Bangla worker, after being shoved to the ground got up and punched back. those 2 exchanged blows in the face; punching, kicking...then the Chinese bugger used some tool and hit it smack into the head of the Bangla! CHEEBAI!!! BLOOD WAS OOZING OUT! the Bangla must have been superhuman because he appeared unharmed and punched back all the more. then some plank from the rooftop-skeleton came crashing down and it became a weapon! fuck! it's way better than WWF! at least i'm seeing some "live" wrestling! noses were pocked, cheeks were punched, there was a little blood! crazy! there were 3 Banglas who tried to stop the little war but they got punched by the Chinese guy instead. luckily it all stopped within 5 minutes. i wondered why those a dozen or so people who stood by didnt do anything. was the brawl racially motivated? i tried to help the Bangla with the bleeding but gave up after i forgot what to do. why the fuck am i in Civil Defence anyway?! i walked off, inspired and strengthened by the incident. when people fuck with you, you have every right to fuck back! (but im a coward so that might be an invalid) BANGLA POWER! * brings to mind...the punk scene is supposedly focused on struggles bla bla, but there's a lot of irrelevance behind all those cries of revolution. why are we saluting people and icons like Mumia etc when there are struggles happening right in front of us? its NOT WRONG to support Mumia and fight racism on a global scale, nor is it wrong to fight the Death Penalty. im behind those causes myself! but we've got struggling Bangla workers, Thais, Indons, native Chinese, who are struggling to make a living but the entire punk scene doesnt even make an effort to even HIGHLIGHT their plight! im not telling you to give your life savings so that they can have 1 more meal a day (that would be a nice idea though) but "punks" who are educated about (anti) racism and working class struggles make fun of Banglas. something wrong here. there's a difference between a Bangla joke and a Bangla slander. BANGLA POWER so fuck you angmor-wannabe-step-poor-kiasu singapore punk. * Yesterday on my way to camp, i saw this guy from SCDF BRTC 81st Intake...with his wife and kid! fuck! i'm not putting him down or anything but their marriage was probably shotgun. but shotgun or not, i dont care. they looked so sweet as a family. half of my envied them, the other pitied them. as much as you are romantically secure, with the father still in NS (which pays like shit), it's not easy. oh well. all the best to them. * wrote a poem inspired by the Scorpio sign. * still thinking...but i'll fight. * beat Sharmizan and Suwanda at winning eleven (though i lost as many games too). wooohoo. * i'm sleepy. goodbye.

RAI KO RIS RULES!!!!!!
fuck! what a great day....met up with RKR and Neng at Parklane earlier in the day, got some stuff done and headed for Novena for the gig. in between we got to know ourselves better, and traded stuff. them Nepalese are so friendly people! with a good sense of humour too!!! ive got some demo CDrs, a cool Nepal punk 7", the fucking cool RAI KO RIS - Asian Punks Unite shirt! argh!!!!thank you so much people! * the gig...59 Minutes opened up with a fun set! better than i expected them to be, and Mingpop i think was possessed by Anton De Lavey. he plays drums macam Robocop on acid. Marchwelve were next and FUCK! i'm going to be the first to get their CD when its out, shirts too. make a fucking tattoo of them for all i care. emotive, passionate indierock with A LOT of drive. the new bassist filled in the blanks so well, might as well dont even highlight the fact that he's new. i and Endra sang to Out Of Pockets. and Stefee...u goondu. next time cancel plan contact me. Its Marchtwelve your missing out on! next was Rai Ko Ris...unique angry political hc punk...with Deathmetal vocals! That guitar player dude looked like an old friend from the theater scene, Shimrit. maybe they're long lost twins. and FC5...KANINA! they sounded like Anode or Dove gone NYHC! intense new school Japcore! arrrrrghhhhhhhhh * after the gig, we went for makan. caught up with Joe Anaconda on our old 1996 Bus Stop Crew days. about 30 people conquered Lau Pa Sat.. rocking!!!!! * why can't every fucking day of my life be this intense?! extra props to Neng for helping us out, Razi and Farizwan for all the help they've given RKR on my behalf.

#7
good morning. just woke up. mom's blahblahing about god knows what. i just listened to excerpts of the Digital As Fuck Vol 1.1 CD. fucking killer amazing shit so far! arghhh the gig's later. can't wait. photoforum.org is just so good.

#6
just got home. i woke up at 1 pm today. piggo power yo! chatted online immediately after that before falling asleep again.-- sareena of Rai Ko Ris called in the evening. cool, she's with Neng! finally in a few hours i'll be seeing them live!!!---earlier in the day i met up with Emman's sister (afterwhich her husband and bro came along too) to collect the stuffs relayed to me on his behalf. fuck i got about 25 or so tapes! though all of them werent mine, MOST were! mostly Pinoy punk stuff, and 5 of them are supposed "old days" stuff. cant wait to check them out. Emman's got a new issue of Resist To Exist zine out! neat! cut and paste DIY havoc as usual! interviews with Antipathy, Sean Lambert, Warsore etc!---later at about 6 i met up with eric, smot, munir, adam, belo. we split into 2 groups and ate seperately before meeting up again at 8+. munir's friend joined us. pretty whacky, when we crashed Raffles Hotel and sat by the poolside, before some guy spotted us and told us to leave. kanina. i thought i wanted to 'kapoh' a towel. 5 star hotel towels are fucking quality stuff ! eric finally released Digital As Fuck Vol 1.1. HanYewKwang is fucking honoured to be on it! thanks eric! the comp fucking ruled with breakcore, noisethrash, digi-grind and like minded artistes all in one CD...argh!!! ive got a fucking tummy. alamak. why lah dei why?? i dont drink! maybe its the Jalan Bahar food... ---Female of the day: actress Ming Na Wen

#5
fucking stupid Grammys on show now, delayed telecast. i can't stand shows which just outline the "importance" of fucking USA. they're still talking about that sept 11 incident. USA bombs every fucking 3rd world country and gets away with it, making Iraq, Afghanistan, Cuba and countless other nations political scapegoats whenever the aforementioned refuses to adhere to AmeriKKKa's "holy commandments". USA is a nation of arrogance and self-importance...the king of the world. kaninabeh chow cheebai. Wave high the Red White & Blue while i throw bags of my shit on it. don't nod your head you fucking neo-intellectual hardcore kid. you're just the same. the O level results are just out. i got mine in 1999 and i feel so fucking old. Stefee did okay, Lostarot got a JC slot, and i heard on radio that a few people scored 10 A1s. 10 FUCKING A1s! behold the academic robots of $ingapore, soon to spearhead our economy and well-being.... im having a tussle with Jane now online. its fun. she's a loser. ahahah. Emman's sis called me earlier. my pal from Pinoy sent me a bunch of tapes! cant fucking wait to check them out! Arsenal beat Bayern L. 4-1 this morning. Life is good.

#4
sien ah!! just got home from camp. stayed back for a while because 1) Indra and Mohd came fucking late 2) Winning Eleven fever has struck us again. beat Indra again today :) but this time through penalties. lost to Suwanda twice. fuck. i hate losing to that asshole. its always by silly goals. argh. pretty uneventful today, but what the fuck... Rai Ko Ris should be here within 48 hours. cant wait to meet my friends from Nepal!! we could exchange zines and music, and im looking forward to their gig here together with the mighty Marchtwelve, 59 Minutes and FC5!!! i would like L2N to play with stupid neu-metal bands one day. to scare, disgust and shock the fuck out of their MTV-cultivated heads. thrash fucking core!

#3
its Tuesday night. got work to do for SFOGS.com. had a topsy turvy time in camp, some laughs, some scoldings, and i beat Indra 2-1 at Winning Eleven. JALAN BAHAR WINNING ELEVENERS RULE! bumped into Colin and Calvin hanging out with the Bedok skankers just know. joined them for a while, talking cock. chatting with stefee right now while writing that damn 6th Outing report. the tape Eric passed me with Phobia, Red Silas, Extreme Noise Terror and Society Gang Rape fucking rocks. and i'm guessing when Fingerprint will leave my walkman. Ato emailed me the flyer for our 10th March gig. thrash fest!!!!!!!! edora will be playing, that's good reason enough to be there. email me trashkore@yahoo.com to get the flyer.

#2
good now i understand this crap a bit. well a cheap and free advert for SFOGS.com. we're having a Dare which is a horror-based psychological tests for all you chickenshits out there. sign up for The Dare at www.SFOGS.com and get ready for a pulsating, horrific ride through the abyss of human paranoia. oh yeah, winners are "ranked" and stand to win neat prizes too. tell the whole world, please...! deadline 1 March 2002. by the way girls with tattoos rock.

#1
pundek. i fucking dont understand webpages sometimes. anyway its my first ever entry here and this time i made a (half-fuck) promise that i would learn along the way. just off the IRC with Stefee and Halik who decided to stay in camp. Jalan Bahar Diabolica! tomorrow's the Commissioner's Visit crap. argh. fuck!

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