Singer Sewing Machine Co. is BADASS

Who would've thought that they had been awarded a production study contract to manufacture one of the most famous and iconic pistol of modern times eh?

A Marine Expeditionary Unit service M1911 sidearm

In total, 500 serialised pistol were produced in 1940 and these days, an excellent, genuine example of one could fetch in excess of $25 000. Compare this with a super custom shop 1911 like an Ed Brown or Nighthawk Customs which retails anywhere from a minimum of $2000 onwards.

For a more detailed history, follow the link below to read up Singer's involvement.

Singer M1911 Pistol Story

Note: Picture above taken off the internet a long time ago. I cannot remember where it was from, however, if the owner of the image stumbles across this humble site of mine and would like it removed, please shoot me an email and it will be done. Thank you kindly.

I'd love to handle and shoot one of these at least once in my lifetime. For awhile now I've been amazed and in awe at the engineering genius that is the designer of this firearm; Mr. John Moses Browning.

Single action only to provide a short, crisp and light trigger pull and intuitive thumb and grip safety which demands sufficient training for proper use of firearm under duress marks this out as a fighting pistol through and through. The .45 ACP chambering also provides more than adequate stopping power that a fighting pistol requires albeit at a reduced round count in the magazine.

The 7+1 round count has in some ways placed this pistol into the self-defence category instead of active war duty as the new generation Glocks, H&K, Sigs, Berettas and S&Ws pack more user friendliness, firepower in terms of round count and to a certain extent, reliability as well.

Anyway, I think its time for a trip to Thailand or the States for some shooting...

Currently listening to: 憨過頭 by 梁静茹

I bought new shoes yesterday...

... as I was tired of tripping over uneven ground and bending my ankles the way they shouldn't be bent.

Behold! Scarpa's Terra GTX!


Oiled full grain leather uppers, Gore-Tex waterproof/breathable membrane lining and Vibram sole. For a 120 pounds, this Italian beauty should last for the next 6-8 years of daily urban walking.

On the plus side, I can now kick people in the face with far more effectiveness too!

Currently listening to: Kaisoroku, by Key

I'm like 'wow'

HOMGWTF @ No. 3 I swear I'd run away as soon as I hear the jets...

I like this...

...very much =)

How to impress a boy with baking

Currently listening to: One More Time, One More Chance by Yamazaki Masayoshi

Seems like it's been dammed...

... I don't have any flow. Or I just can't find any.

When I do, they always end abruptly.

Somewhat like a quick flowing stream crashing into a dam made by an unexpected rockslide.

It's always been like this.

When will it finally run freely?

Bike Lust

This time round, it came after an unplanned and uneventful drop-in to the local bike shop to say hello to the boys in the mechanics area. Displayed against the pillar, attached through the rear dropout to the wall was one of the prettiest prettiest prettiest frame I've seen since Cervelo's S3 (formerly known as the Soloist SL).

I haven't had one this severe since I had the urge to build a road bike a year and a half ago.... which I did... culminating in the birth of this one. And I thought I'd never want a replacement for my old faithful Fisher.



Alas, after 8 years, there's a worthy replacement for her... may I present the Tranny!


In your choice of Nude, Granny Smith Apple Metallic Green and Copper Metallic. I'd personally go for either Nude or the green. As for the components, I'm pretty torn between full XTR with Formula brakes... or SRAM XX the damn thing.

Now then... 1200 quid for the frame shouldn't be too hard to come by now would it?

*head desk*

Now listening to: Viva La Vida by Coldplay

iSad

She cracked her sorry arse in to oblivion...



I now have no table lamp. Tsch.

conversation starter win

So I was talking to an old friend on Googlechat a while ago:

Me: So what do you usually do at work? You seem pretty free'ish.

Friend: At this moment in time, I fly around the country and close banks.

Me: *speechless*

One cannot seriously consider a reply to that, in all honesty. Banks! Steadfast and solid institutions so entrenched into the concrete of modern civilization... and he closes them! My God man! People lose jobs and murder their families because of him.

I want a job like that too. Then I can make millions of people unhappy.

Drag myself from my bed around 20 past 6
Get my kids up make breakfast 1 egg 2 toast 3 weetabix

And as I sit down I look up
And your standing in the doorway sun at your back
in my old brown dressing gown
Well no one can love you more than I love you now
but I

Gotta go running for the bus
Coat flying and i try not to miss it this time
But the drivers waiting and that's strange
Kids on the top deck quiet for a change
And theres no rain and no roadworks in the
Bus lane and all my hurts run away
And im smiling as I'm punching in

Chorus
The day I died was the best day of my life
The day I died was the best day of my life
Tell my friends and my kids and my wife
everything will be alright
The day I died was the best day of my life


Secretaries they got a smile for me
and the in tray on my desks almost empty
I get a memo from executive joe
saying Rob the gob is getting kicked out
for embezzling funds from the company account
and i'd be lying if i said i wasn't chuffed
cos i always hated rob
and now they'll probably offer me robs old job

And in the park at lunch
Theres no whinos on my favorite bench
none of that drunk chatter none of that greasy stench
and the scrawney little pigeons with the gammy leg
decide to dine from someone elses sandwich instead
and there's something about the city today
like all the colours conspire to overwhelm the grey
and this close to the fire I can feel no cold
but a rainbow halo around my soul


Chorus
The day I died was the best day of my life
The day I died was the best day of my life
Tell my friends and my kids and my wife
everything will be alright
The day I died was the best day of my life

So I leave work get to the high street and i miss my bus
Should I wait for another no I can't be arsed
I begin to walk and rush hour crowd seem to part
Like the red sea, and im stopping at the offy
20 cigerettes and a 6 pack to relax me
And as I cross back over the street
I guess i never saw that taxi

Chorus
The day I died was the best day of my life
The day I died was the best day of my life
Tell my friends and my kids and my wife
everything will be alright
The day I died was the best day of my life

Hello 2010

Uhh... dear readers:

Happy 2010. Hope everyone has a very nice and good and wonderful and honey-filled year planned out.

My trusty time-teller has returned to my side

Although 'trusty' might be giving it too much credit...

The reason it was gone for some time was because it stopped telling the time.

Shall go to bed.

Sleep is good

I've been awake for the past 50 odd hours and last night was one of my best sleeps evar.

Feeling woozy and light-headed with the tendency to fall asleep just about anywhere is quite amusing. I foresee this happening a few more times before the end of this academic year.

Wonder how the SAS guys do it... 7 days with no sleep?

Superman.

Say hello the next time you see a scruffy hair Chinese dude in black lolling off in a chair while sitting with a book open in the library.

New websites added to 'My reads' Section

Check them out:

MotoIQ

Phil Saunder's blog

Cheerios~

When dinner has settled comfortably

Today was a good day... one of the better ones I've had in awhile. I woke up a couple of minutes past 8 this morning a shivering wreck. Outside temperatures plummeted to 4 degrees C while I was in dreamland, it seems. Oh I haven't turned the radiators in my room on as well. Winter has well and truly arrived... or not, as the rest of the day turned out beautifully sunny and almost bearable.

Oh well.

It was a good start though, having woken up early enough to wash, make breakfast, enjoy a good cup of tea and leisurely make my way out to my uni's Learning Resource Centre (fancy schmancy name for 'library') for a group meeting for my Vehicle Engineering Design module. That went pretty well... me having been assigned to do the framework of the written report as well as some bits of CAD modeling. No one ranted and no one whined. One did complain from lack of sleep as he was busy screwing the brains out of a bird throughout the night.

Random. 'Bird' is a British euphemism for 'chick' or 'leng lui' but back in Malaysia, its just another word for aunties and ladies to refer to your penis.

Anyway! After a detour home to take a dump, I then proceeded to my lecture on thin plate bending theory. On rare occasions, having your brain bombarded with differential equations of the fourth order isn't completely bad. Very rare occasions I must add. I dropped by the Formula Student lab after class and 'took' a wheel off one of the racecars home with me... under the pretext of 'measuring the piece'. *cough*

So now there's a shiny 3 piece wheel with tired Avon hillclimb slicks sitting behind me against the wall. Mmmm... shiny.

Oh yes... dinner.

Courtesy of half a jar of Tesco's Finest Thai Green Curry sauce... which was everything but spicy. Still nice though. I liked my own dinner.

After-dinner Googling led me to Ahma-san's (of RE-Amemiya fame) personal blog and a site called Motoiq.com... which inspired me to come back to blogging (read: write crap for no one in particular to read). We'll see how long this stint will last this time round.

As a treat, I'm going to bed early. Tried to yesterday, but ended up falling asleep at five.

I must be hated in dreamland.

Currently listening to: Boomdeyada

Short change?

I find it such a laugh that people would pay more money for a high pixel count camera and NOT run them at full resolution.

"Oh I want to fit more pics in my one and only memory card so I'll use 3 mp instead of 8

Currently listening to: Rock & Roll Creation - Spinal Tap