the Great Winter Depression

Not that Singapore enjoys the feeling of winter, it being located along the equator. More because of the fact that it happened during the months associated with winter.

What is the Great Winter Depression you ask? Verily twas foretold that the great Swedish Masters, OPETH, are going to give the undeserving populace of Singapore their unique brand of musical virtuoso. The date has been placed on the 28th of November. It seems the Power That Be has denied Singaporeans the tantalizing sweetness of Opeth. Oh Fate, thou truly art a cruel entity indeed... And thus the Great Winter Depression sets in on the balmy and oft-times wet environs of Singapore. All is not lost though; if Fate be willing, 2010 Opeth shall grace our shores. All I have to say is this: don't place all your bets on that. Take it from one who knows the acceptance (or lack thereof) towards Metal music in the local context.

On a brighter note, my quest for a new vault has been successful. Now it is in the process of accumulating effects to replace those that were lost to the Warp. Welcome Terra! I shall mourn for Tera no more...

Thanks Pipboy!

Death of Tera

Tera. The Vault with which I kept the most dangerous and down-right disturbing phenomena this side of the Cosmos. It has sealed itself from me. All of its glorious esoteric lore lost. No signs or symptoms were shown prior to the expiration.

What is a man like me to do, in these times of darkness and despair? Should I climb the highest man-made building and jump down? Or should I lay on the ground as herds of rhino stampede all over me?

Nay. Nay I say thee! I have looked into the warp. And yes! Tis tempting to take the plunge, but only cowards and fools choose the path of damnation. Not for me, a fate such as that. For me, it is a setback, a major one, but I will have to struggle forward. In search of a new Vault. The Galaxy shall be spared from my attention for the time being.


Oy, Pipboy what reckon you?

(picture courtesy of Bethesda Softworks)

Quick Updates

Somewhere in the month of September, me and two comrades took out the kids for dinner. Glad to know that the maxim "There's a kid in everyone" still holds true.

the great escalator escapade

District 9 kicks all kinds of asses. Plot looks simple but the meanings are deep. Stop all the hatin'. Peace with the Prawns! + prawns plasma-rifle owns. 'Nuff said.

Whereas 9 can own my 'roids. Do not watch it unless you feel the urgent need to waste money AND approx. 70mins of your life. So much potential, screwed up by a clueless plot. Tim Burton ladies and gents. Sod off!

This one? Jin Notti? Well, it's about a female Jinn, named Notti. She doesn't like to do naughty things. Indeed.