FredDa'Katt ala-BigO Fanzine #001

Editor's Note:

The 2013 Grammys this year packed quite a punch as compared to the last couple of years.
The winners of all the main categories left we feeling quite pleasantly surprise.
Most of the performances were good.

 Not shambolic like this one back in 09'.

 

 

Current Mixtape Tunes:

Cosmo Sheldrake (feat. Anna Roo) - Rich

Joe Budden (feat. Lil Wayne & Tank) - She Dont Put It Down

Bon Iver - Skinny Love

Eminem (feat. Dr Dre, Jay-Z, 50 Cent, Stat Quo, Ca$hi$) - Syllables 

James Blake - Retrograde (amazing MTV to go along with it!)

Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound Of Silence

Bingo Players - Rattle (Original Mix)

Chamillionaire - Emotional

Judge Jules - Phenomenology (Club Mix)

The Foo Fighters - Walking After You

 

(Sponsored by ALL things made from PRC with "English" slogan on em')

 

Now, lets introduce one of the best documentary you'll ever see this year...

 

 

 



 



iPhone app of the week: FIFA 13

 

 

The Ultimate Team portion of the game is the highlight of my iPhone gaming life.

Basically, instead of playing & managing your favourite club (United, Barca, Bayern...etc) , your role now is being the Roman Abramovich of a football club; you control everything.

The managers, players, their contracts, all the way to their Home/Away Kits & the match ball!

Winning games gets you coins and with those, you start buying packs and/or auction things for your club. The basic idea of it is quite straight-forward but it's getting that ALL-STAR team together that makes it great (and makes your life completely fucking miserable, trust me!)

 

  This team took me roughly 3 months to put together. Cunts.

 

That's about it for now.

Peace.Love.Empathy.

 



 Splish-Splash I was taking a bath...AARRGGGHHHHH!!!!

A Visit To Cyberspace Cemetery

 

That's my Valentine's card.

Yes, I'm not really into the chocolate & flowers & balloons scene.

 

Well, thats it.

Peace.

 

 



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I think I'm kinda stuck in between being thankful for everything I've got & being dreadfully sick of rest of the things in my life. When I look at everyone around me, I always get into a mental tussle with myself.

Me: Man, I really want what you got. It'll be real nice to have that.
Everyone else: We want whatever the fuck you're having too. Now fuck off.

At the risk of sounding like a pathetic little tool, I'm really beginning to feel that progression has come to a halt. Personally, it drains away any enthusiasm I have for those little things in life that I love doing.

You know how in some movies, you'll get a scene with this fucking guy (its usually a guy) in it. His idea of killing the protagonist is by sneaking up or better yet, breaking into the poor fucker's house & turning on the gas stove; filling up the whole fucking joint so by the time our hero arrives, any spark would trigger (cut to the long shot of a house sitting in the middle of fuck-all) a big explosion (same long shot, same house, different kinds of fuck-all).

For some of us, we kinda live in that scene. You are either the "arsonist", the soon-to-be dead guy, the fire or the house. Right now, I feel like I'm the house. Only problem is, the flame is either late or gone. Nothing happens. Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. Really, ain't that a load of shit.

Ok, fine.

Let's see.
X-Factor is back for 2010. Final 12 is upon us. God, it's a real good guilty pleasure.
United. Away games. Are. Awful.
UFC 121: Lesnar vs Velasquez on Oct 23. The card is stacked as hell. Alot of really interesting fights.
iPhone apps are everywhere. But the fact that somebody came up with Fart Girl is funny as hell.
Honestly, Salt suck. Stone, please don't suck!
I got a second-hand copy of this book for $2. Honest.

Work's a bitch. Just like the rest of us. I enjoy change but I hate the difference.

I miss rainy, stay-home weekends.
(Fuckin' sentimental fag!)
Excuse my language.
Peace.

A Losing Game

Well, this is painful.
Congratulation to Chelsea FC for winning the English League title.
It was a wicked season nonetheless.
As a United supporter, watching Chelsea slot in the goals, one after another, feels like being tasered right in the chest & in that helpless state of neuromuscular incapacitation, have some jerkoff be stomping on your genitalia.
It roughly felt like that. Somewhat.
Fuck it. In the context of the English League this season, the better team won.


Well, this is painful (Part II).
I'm way off on the timing for this section of the post, I know.
But Edgar should not have been awarded the Lightweight title.
As the UFC saying goes "In order to be the champion, you have to beat the champion."
Apart from the last two rounds, Edgar wasn't that big of a deal.
I felt Penn had Round 1, 2 & 3.
So if you take into account UFC 104: Machida vs. Shogun, whereby Machida retained his
Light Heavyweight title despite a shabby performance, Penn got screwed.
God bless the rematch clause.



I've heard this song being covered countless times.
Nothing quite like this.
Heart & fuckin' soul.
For me, music is such a special entity in my life for moments like this.

It's 2.45am. Got a text on my phone. Reading it now.
Priceless moment I'm having here.

Safe2Rant

Ello.
Since it's safe again, may I rant for just abit.
Work seems to last forever. (fuck off, Deny! Don't start!)
I'm just hoping I'll be free for the Rock & Roots Festival.
My Dad will be super psych, for sure.

Fuck me. . . the fight cannot be more one-sided.
Well, at least Clottey knows how to block. Wow.
He sure didn't come to box.
But to be fair, Pacquiao was relentless.
Some of the combos he threw was just breathtaking.
Mayweather, Ze'Chicken Shit, c'mon bruv!
you know that we know that you know you want to.

The closest thing we'll ever get to juicy celeb gossip.
Well, I shouldn't associate Casanova Jack with the word "juicy".
But I've had it. Really.
Everyday its been about this fuckin' geezer.
Sexual escapades lah.
Mistresses lah.
Press conference lah.
Wife fainted lah.

Harassment through SMS lah.
Fine. I get the story. We all fuckin' get it.

I'm banking on a Chelsea win later on.
Reason? Too strong.
(note to self: You are such a simpleton bastard!)

peace.

Dear Ed

Eddie...oh, Eddie...
how heartbreak seems to sing;
in time I'll understand,
for now,
I shall admit defeat.

The Advertisement

First it was the price hike.
Next, the pictorial cigarette boxes.
How about some TV advertisements with that? Fine...
And since we are in the festive mood of the month of Rahmadan, why not use God or religion to spread the message?

Lesson to be learned:
Wash your hands after fingering your asshole.
Preferable before you light a cigarette.
And most definitely before whispering any prayers.

Zhank Que.

Greetings To All . . .

Why the hell did I bother with all these shitty changes?

For awhile there, a good two years or so, I could barely keep the place relevant or "fresh." Maybe the occasional "I'm doing fine" post but generally it was really empty. I went through the nauseating process of reading up on past posts and after reminiscing like a faggot, it was definitely time for a change.

Though nothing ever fuckin' does.

Manchester United got the 3 points against Birmingham, but Owen should have slotted that final chance in. It was unreal to see my favourite player playing for my favourite team. Wishes do come through for free.

A quick shout out to the Progression team for another successful night @ St. James Powerhouse on National Day, with Sied van Riel headlining the night. It was amazing to feel that club vibe again & to see all the regulars in there. . . it really felt like the old Onyx/Liquid Room/BBBC times.

The Late Show with David Letterman has been picked up by Singapore cable. It wasn't since Premiere 12 (fooyoo, old skool siak!) that I manage to watch it regularly.

Lastly, wishing me Sis the best of luck for her first day at her new job.
I'm optimistic that the bad shit will eventually clear out . . .
Love you.

The Return with Laura Ling