MY REAL DISGUISE

2005-06-05T19:52:00.000-07:00

Do visit my new site at http://jrockwell.multiply.com. This blog will be closed soon enough. Enjoy

2005-05-21T22:36:00.000-07:00

I have thought about this way before New Paper came out with the article.
After attacking Arsenal dead, Man utd failed to make the attacks count.
Arsenal had no answer to ronaldo's mazy runs, and Rooney's grit and
determination. However, it didn't matter cause all they had to do was to
stop one person, and that's Van Nilsterooy. Cuz they knew, no matter what
happens, they seek Nilsterooy to open the floodgates, but he didn't. I
totally agree with selling Nilsterooy. Not because he is not in form, or
he's way past his prime. I feel that the team has been depending too much
on him. He is the reason Alex started playing the failed 4-5-1 system. He's
the reason Rooney, a striker by nature, has been pushed to the flanks. He's
also the reason Saha, a gifted striker, has been under-performing.
Nilsterooy cannot work with a partner. I do not doubt his talent, but a
team like Man Utd needs to axe such a player, as it does not do any good to
the rest of the team. I believe the sale of Nilsterooy will not only bring
good money but also give opportunities for a strike pairing, in the likes
of cole/Yorke or Sheringham/Solskjaer to develop. More importantly, it
might give reason for Fergie to finally develop rooney as a Striker that
he's destined to be.
Van Nilsterooy might be a scorer of many goals, but , unlike Cantona, he is
not a scorer of crucial goals Unless, he learns to play with a partner, I
doubt keeping him for the next season will do any good. With the damned
Glazer on board, I doubt next season will be any good. Get a good keeper
(I've been saying that at the end of every season, since Schmeichel left),
throw away redundant players (Kleberson, Bellion, Carroll and the bloody
Nevilles), spend a little on a Good replacement for Keane (Gerard, Alonso),
sell Nilsterooy and have some faith in youths like Rossi, eBanks and
Jonathan Spector. I'm not saying all these will be an instant remedy, but
it will be a great first step in redeveloping a reign that's lost. And, I
do believe it's time Ferguson step down, while he's still on top. David
Moyes should make a good replacement.
Man Utd doesn't need a good player. They just need a little bit of magic.
Magic that they used to get from Cantona, Beckham and Giggs of old. They
don't need skill, they just need more passion, and players like Alan Smith
can provide that. Whatever it is, here's to another poor season, seems like
a mirror image from the last, FA Cup aside. Glory Glory.

2005-05-11T06:42:00.000-07:00

My dearest girfriend had a bad experience the other day, with a very
difficult customer. A very difficult Singaporean customer. It's not the
first time that she's encountered such a customer. It seems being in a
customer service line, bad customers become the worst job hazard. I've said
this before, Singapore has the best customer service and the worst
customers. I do wonder whether these Ugly Singaporeans act the same when
they're overseas. I doubt it. Generally, it seems that someone who flies
first class think he belongs to the upper class of society while the ones
who sold him the ticket, ushered him to his seat, served him his food and
drinks, all belong to the lower class. If Singapore prides itself in
Customer Service, then since when has it become a 2nd class job. If it
isn't, then who gave these ugly Singaporeans the right to treat Customer
Service Officers as slaves, as if Apartheid runs freely in this country.

As a Singaporean, I do admit I expect good customer service wherever I go,
and would be less than pleased if I encounter a rudes salesperson or
waiter. it doesn't matter whether I pay good money. All I expect is the
basic thank you and sorry (if he makes a mistake). I will not shout at the
person or call him/her names simply because I don't think I have the right
to. I do believe no one does.

And so where should the line be drawn? Between excellent customer service
and torturous tolerance/patience. If I were in my girlfriend's shoes, I
would have definitely, in a 'nice' way, countered what the bitch of a
customer said to me. of course, after that I would have probably lost my
job, or have my bonus suspended. I don't think my girlfriend wants that,
not now at least. I couldn't say the same about myself. I will never let
anyone de-grade me like that. My ego's too big, to withstand it.

The sad part about this is, the worst customers are locals. And, although I
don't have to blatantly say it here, the locals are usually of a certain
race. Who gave them the fucking right, I wonder.

2005-05-01T18:58:00.000-07:00

"Apple does not do repairs, just replacements." This is after I spend 45
excruciating minutes in the bus and 30 minutes walking around Ang Mo Kio
Industrial Estate, just to find the Apple Service Centre. When I got a 3G
40GB iPod for a birthday present from my girlfriend, it was the best
present I've ever received. After some time, I realised that while it is
the best present I have received, it is not necessarily the best product in
the market. Firstly, the battery life is very 'Eveready", but of course,
this is a known fact. That doesn't really bother me that much cuz it I
don't travel.

What bothers me is that recently, I recently I realised that the front
cover and back cover of the iPod are not joint properly. My belief is, it
is due to poor workmanship. I have never dropped my iPod, cuz if I had,
then there would probably be a dent on it. There isn't any. And due to
Apple's replace niot repair policy, I have to live with this slight
imperfection. I used to choose not to believe, but I think it's true that
Apple is now more focussed on design than aything else. I am very angry
with the response given to me by the Apple staff, and I am sure as hell
gonna complain.

No matter what, I still think Apple churns out good products, but their
after sales service is just something else. They will only have product
recalls when it's a mass dysfunction. As such, individuals like me have to
suffer. Geram tak terhingga. That said, it is still the best birthday
present I've ever received. Though, it wouldn't make me convert to the Mac.
Those Apple enthusiasts have been victims of great marketing. PC forever

2005-04-25T01:46:00.000-07:00

The Rare Clubbin nites

Lost Magic

2005-04-21T06:34:00.000-07:00

I've said this once and I'll say it again. Manchester United has lost its
magic. A few years back, when everyone thinks that Manchester United's
going to lose a miracle happens, and they'll either escape with a point or
score a very late dramatic winner. It happened so often that you, or I more
like it, always expect it to happen. It's been disappointment after
disappointment. And it all started when Alex Ferguson decided to have big
money signings, to concentrate on Europe. That's the bluddy problem. Cuz,
the big money signings have never performed. Nilsterooy has been a proven
goal-scorer but his goals were never crucial. Rooney and Ronaldo still got
a lot of years ahead of them, but I'd rather these talents come from the
youth academy. Roy Keane should retire for his own good, cuz he doesn't
deserve the lack of determination from his team mates. And sadly but most
importantly, Sir Alex ferguson, the man who made all the glory possible,
should call it quits. Manchester United needs a new manage, someone who's
never tasted success and someone who's hungry for it. My main candidate is
David Moyes. It really pains me o see Manchester United in this state. I
don't mind them losing, but they're playing like shit. There's no width and
definitely no ideas. Manchester United was never successful playing lone
striker so why the hell are they continuing the bluddy formation. Why the
hell is Rooney running like a bluddy sprinter along the left flank. And why
is Gary Fucking Neville still in the team. Alex needs to leave cuz without
him, all favouritism will disappear.

It's time for a change.

Oh yah, in 10 years time, if my chidren suffer, then I only have myself to
blame.

The Politics of Politics

2005-04-20T04:44:00.000-07:00

As many might have known by now, I'm not a big fan of politics. I have
observed a trend that Uni undergrads tend to be either passively or
actively, directly or indirectly but mostly voluntarily involved in
politics or discussions on it. When my friends start talking politics, I
switch off. I love deep conversations but when that topic arises, I stare
at them like an airhead. I have no intention of learning more about my
country simply because I don't know how that knowledge can help me.
Furthermore, you can never find an official book with absolute truth in it.
What you have, mostly, is conspiracy theories and more conspiracy theories.
Of course, I acknowledge there are many unsettling matters that make you
cringe in your seat, makes you wanna stand up and do something about it.
However, the sad truth is we can't and we won't. Cuz most of us want to
dedicate our lives in achieving personal goals like having a career,
building a family and preparing for the afterlife. Now, wait a minute. We
can achieve all of that without having to care too much about politics?
What's the problem then? Sure there are few glitches in the system, here
and there, but the fact that most of us can carry on with our education, go
to the hospital and get good treatment, make money without paper
qualifications, have good infrastructure, great public transportation and
more than enough amenities anywhere in the country, kind of shows that
we're well taken care of. Doesn't it?
You have politics. And then you have the politics of politics. And after
that, you have the politics of the politcs of politics. On and on. It is an
interesting topic to share over tea and coffee at your designated
coffeeshop, amongst your friends but I believe there are 101 better things
to talk about. As such I treat these conversations as entertaining
stories, like how I treat the many ghost stories that's been going around.
I'd rather not get too hard up about. For those who are, well if we really
were in a bad situation, I doubt you would have found the resources to
develop your mindset to such a complex level. Overseas education really
opens up your eyes to many things, but if you changed because of that, then
you're never concrete in the first place.
My stand is, be greatful with what you have cuz it will last till the day
you die. People say living outside Singapore is a good move. Without
sounding patriotic, I say that I love what my country has to offer and am
glad that I'm staying here. Of course, winning the TOTO would make me love
it more.
That aside, I am still interested in what's happening outside the country,
simply because I feel that it's more severe and more obvious. Of course,
talking about it doesn't do much or any good. Noted.

2005-04-13T08:28:00.000-07:00

Thats me bout to send Fixa off to IstanBul...pic taken by her Sis Mai, very nice

2005-04-13T08:25:00.000-07:00

Me n Mah Biatch at the MosaiC FestiVal (VIP Lounge)

2005-04-13T08:15:00.000-07:00

AnoTher TwO biTes The DusT

2005-04-13T08:14:00.000-07:00

Another OnE Bites the DUsT

2005-03-25T21:56:00.000-08:00

I've got to stop doin things at the spur of the moment. Nowadays it seems, everything has to be planned. Must haf booking schedule, i guess. Heh.

2005-03-25T21:29:00.000-08:00

FAWKING BORED ON A SATURDAY AFTERNOON

And so i spend my time staring into the PC screen and listening to Indonesian songs that I've been addicted to. I think i've put this as a resolution before...to find a friend who's wide awake by 12pm.
It's been a really slow week. Sigh

2005-03-23T23:42:00.000-08:00

It's easy to love, even easier to love back. It takes quite an effort to stop loving but almost impossible to love again.

2005-03-21T05:28:00.000-08:00

SUCKER FOR SMALLVILLE

I'm alive again. Season 4 is absolutely engaging. Lana's new beau is irritating while CLarke's new beau who will eventually be his one and only, really adds spunk to the show. I didn't really like Lois Lane when she first appeared but now I must admit that it was ingenious for the writers to add her so early in clarke's life. This rendition of Superman's life is by far the best, i think. I'm seeking for a smallville fan as big as I am, cuz only they would understand the feeling seeing Lana with anutha guy. Sigh! They sld jus make a movie out of this, when the series finally ends

2005-03-08T00:56:00.000-08:00

Well, I'm back to being a Smallville addict. It's season 4. Lois Lane has appeared, tho' I must say she's a bit disappointing. I'm still hoping that the guys behind Smallville will take a risk and re-write the comic book, meaning that Lana will end up with Clark, or Lex for that matter. Bad news is, Lana's in Paris and has a new boyfriend, who seems to be a permanent fixture cuz his face appeared during the intro. They keep kissing, it's heart-wrenching. Clark flys for the first time, and that felt really good. The original Lois Lane makes an appearance. And now I can't wait for my downloads to finish. Urgh! Oh yah, and Lana woke up and discovered a sexy tatoo on her back, right above the ass. Sigh!

2005-03-07T19:48:00.000-08:00

I started watching Smallville again,picked up where I left off. Even though I melt watching Lana and Clarke together, I somehow prefer her being with Lex. Entah apsal. Lex is so bluddy intriguing. I mean think bout this. Lex is just another ordinary man who somehow find courage to 'battle' someone (superman) who has the power to fly, run faster than a bullet, shoot fire from his eyes and is bulletproof. It's David vs Goliath, and who's the hero in that story huh?
Signs that I am no more a kid.

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2005-02-28T05:58:00.000-08:00

I hate to admit this, but I'm a paranoid freak. I'm especially so when I'm
not in control of things.
I hate to ride pillion on a motorcycle after experiencing an unfortunate
incident.
I even hate being a passenger in a car cuz I alwiz fear the worst. However,
I do not have a problem when
I'm the one driving. I guess it's cuz I have 100% trust in myself. I hate
walking with my girlfriend in dodgy places,
like bad neighbourhoods or rowdy clubs. However, I don't mind being there
when I'm with male friends,
or when I'm alone. I hate walking past a dog even though it is leashed. I
will never walk near a dog when
I know it's not. I hate watching people playing soccer when the game gets
rough, but I never realise anything
when I'm part of it. I fear people more than I fear ghosts. (At least,
hantu ada cara. hantu kalau takda cara,
pagi pagi pun dia kacau orang). In actual fact, I'm just bored.

Looking At Clouds

2005-02-28T05:23:00.000-08:00

I could have sworn I saw the Marshmallow Man of Ghostbuster's fame, the
other day when I found time to look at the skies. I might have believed it
was a mushroom man if, though highly unlikely, my sight was influenced by a
certain organic substance. I did. I saw marshmallow man. And after that
brief second, I remembered my youth (thus the previous entry). The age of
innocence. Sometimes we forget, don't we? The first bicycle ride, the first
bus ride, the first MRT ride and for the perverted some, the first
non-vehicular ride (though I doubt that is part of anyone's childhood)
There are certain things or certain revelations rather, that passed us by
without us actually noticing. I mean, how many of us actually remember the
first time we were able to differentiate the real gals from the drags. I
know it wasn't too hard of a skill to learn but how many actually
remembered the feeling of knowing that there are guys who hope to be girls.
Or the feeling when you found out that some guys preferred having sex with
other guys. Or even the feeling when you found out that people actually
have sex. There is so much knowledge to absorb every day of our lives that
I believe at least 75% of the stuff, we brush aside as trivial.
And you ask me what the hell has the Marshmallow Man got to do with my
youth, aside from the popular movie and cartoon? Well, in actual fact,
absolutely nothing. However, I realised that after I blinked, the
marshmallow was gone. I didn't manage a second look just to make sure that
my perception of the cloud formation was accurate. There are many things we
remember without having to ransack the closet of our memory. For example,
my parents' divorce, my best friend's death and the intro to my hopefully
fairy tale ending will always be on the surface of my memory. They are like
choruses to a popular song. the part where people sing along to. However,
many would agree that the content and meaning of many songs lie in their
verses. Yet, we seldom memorise these, generally speaking. Have you tried
remembering the verses of your memory? It's not impossible. in fact it's
quite easy, actually. And when that's done, you find yourself smiling cause
it's a thought that seldom cross your mind. These memories, though not
usually thought about, shape our lives like how verses shape a song.
And so while I'm typing, I'm trying to dig out my hidden verses. I ask
myself questions like, "Did I smile while watching cartoons, when I was
small?" or "What was the first movie that made me cry?". Questions that
exercises your mind and eventually be treated with answers, that doesn't
really have to be accurate. Why bother? Cuz these are the things that make
you, that remind you of the person that you are and drives you to be the
person that you want to be. I find that many of our gay friends like to
tell us their traumatic experience that made them turn to the otherside.
Their sexually abused childhood, prison time or whatsoever. However, I'm
quite sure there had to be a first time when they felt thrilled getting a
sniff of a man's cologne or when they had wild imaginations about their
male friends. I'm not being insensitive. All I'm saying is, even though the
most impactful, life changing and traumatic experiences lie on the surface
of our memory, that doesn't mean that other experiences that lie deep,
don't offer any purpose. Sometimes digging them out and just lingering
through them can have a meditating effect.
I asked myself when did I first realise that I was in love with Feeza. I
thought about it and the many hidden experiences were like a puzzle in my
mind. And it still remains a puzzle. I remembered realising to myself that
I've fallen in love, and i remembered telling it to my friends, even to my
ex-girlfriend, but I cannot remember the one single thing that made me
fall. I don't think there was any. When I realised what i felt, a
collection of memories of the times I had with her when we were just
friends came rushing to my mind, like data surfing on broadband. Hence the
first song I dedicated to her fitted the moment like Steven Gerrard in a
Man utd jersey, "~it came over me in a rush, when I realised that I love
you so much....~". And it was quite clear.
And as time goes by, with all other incidents that happened along the way
whether unforeseen, unwanted or uncalled for, the image only gets clearer
and clearer.

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2005-02-27T21:03:00.000-08:00

Being the technophile that I am, I, of course, couldn't resist the
beautifully constructed though mediocrely designed new Nokia phone. I knew
that if I ever changed my 6600, it would have to be for the better, in
terms of functionality. As such, I brushed aside the temptations of a
well-designed Samsung e800 or even a Nokia 6260. It was no match for my
well equipped phone. And then 6630 came out, and I'm like woah. With 1.3m
camera and a one hour long video recording function, it was the perfect
replacement for my already battered phone. And with a gem of a girlfriend,
who paid for it, I am a proud owner of Nokia's 1st 3g smartphone. And I'm
absolute loving it.
Speaking of proud owners, my very talented buddy is now driving a Mazda
MX-5. bastard, though I'm not a big fan of two seaters. It's a scrooge's
car. It's "just me and my girlfriend" kind of car. Still, a sports car is a
sports car, and as always it makes heads turn. Damn.

The Age of Innocence

2005-02-26T22:32:00.000-08:00

I used to think that people were black n white in the 50's and 60's, until I learnt that that the colour camera was only widely used in the late 60's/early 70's.
I used to think that Bollywood actors/actresses used their own voices during their famed song sequences.
I used to think that wrestling was for real, and for quite a while, refused to believe that it's not.
I used to think that I could sing very well, due to many talentimes that I won. That was until I heard my own voice through a tape recording.
After watching the Bollywood hit, Disco Dancer, starring Mithun Chakraboothy, I refused to eat prata/thosai/chapati by myself, cuz there was a scene in the movie when the hero's mother fed him. I had to do the same.
I will never go out with my parents on Thursday nights, no matter how they tempt me cuz Knight Rider was on at 8.
My first pair of swimming trunks was yellow, totally inspired by Man from Atlantis. Naturally the first swimming style I learnt was the 'fish-like" Man form Atlantis style. Of course, I could swim only as far as how long I could hold my breath underwater.
I used to hide behind the curtain, and did the Manimal thing, and pretend to turn into a panther. In fact, I hid behind the curtain quite often, to transform into Batman, Superman, Spiderman and of course, Miss Universe.
I made it a point to memorise all the theme songs of my favourite cartoons. The songs and also the chants especially for Masks and Visionaries.
As a kid, my ambition was to be an engineer, without even knowing what an engineer does. I forgot who gave me that idea.
Bollywood shaped my life, if you haven't noticed by now. Thus the dramas and the outamamas, that seems to haunt my life.
I was chased by dogs too many times as a kid. Once, I ended up almost drowning. The other left a permanent scar on my upper lip. No, I was not bitten. I fell into a drain. Nowadays, I just leave my girlfriend trailing behind, or watching motionless in horror and amusement.
I was ever chased by three different cats consecutively, on the same stretch of pavement. They seemed to be practising a relay. After that, I was sitting at a coffeeshop with the boys, when out of a sudden another cat decided to scratch my legs from under the table. I jolted and everyone's drink fell, cept for mine.
The first actress I thought to be really hot was Diana (that's her name right? the mouse-eating one) from V.
I never was and still not a Star Wars fan even though I had quite a collection of Star Wars merchandise when I was small. All the toys were given to my Kampong neighbour who cried when I moved.
I used to think that I looked good in an almost fluorescent green pair of jeans, matched with a black T with a peace sign in a similar green.
My cousins and I used to use powder to mask our faces and pretend that we're Ultimate Warrior or Sting. We also spent time decorating the room to make it look like a haunted house, complete with cobwebs and the works. At night we'll 'pitch' a tent in the comfort of a bedroom.
I never enjoyed the beach as much as I used to after watching Jaws.
As a kid, I used to watch Naseeb, Disco Dancer, Sate pe Sata everyday. As I age a little, I watched Marah Marah Sayang, Ali Setan and Grease everyday.
While in my adolescence, I spent my time watching Reality Bites repeatedly. Nowadays, due to time constraints, I just watch clippettes of porn.

Nowadays nothing amuses or surprises me that much. I'm officially an adult, permanently scarred by dog and cat chases, cultured by Bolly-drama Wrestling, and driven by 1980's TV heroes. I'm complete.

2005-02-23T13:50:00.000-08:00

Roy Carroll is a bitch..He had one bluddy save to make and he couldn't do it. It's frustating that we still havent found the right replacement after the great dane left. If I were Alex, I'd stop buying keepers and just give the youths a try. I don't understand why Alex replaced a target man (Nilsterooy) with a creator. With Giggs off form, and Scholes kept busy by Seedorf and company, Ronaldo was the only one who could out pace the Milan defence. It was quite obvious that when Ronaldo came out, Milan began to attack in numbers, cause they knew no one else could break into lightning speed. Bingit Ah! FUCK!!!! Now we need a miracle, just like what we need in the EPL. That said, Milan was clearly the better team,

2005-02-21T06:42:00.000-08:00

As you might have read from Feeza’s blog, it’s been hectic week. I still don’t believe that I managed to pull through a dance routine. I was lucky enuff that feeza decided to join in. I don’t think I could have done it without her. It was great cuz, as cliché as it sounds, I got to make new friends. I wasn’t too bad but did end up with a minor mistake. Hehe.

I spent the whole day watching 12 episodes of Desperate Housewives, and I must say for those of you who stayed home today to catch the 4th one, it’s worth it. Desperate Housewives is addictive. I’m a big fan of black comedy (black comedy as in dark humor), and the show oozes with it. And of coz, now I’m a big fan of Susan Meyers, the character that Teri Hatcher plays. And then I remembered that the last time I had such a big crush on Teri Hatcher was when she was playing Lois Lane in Lois and Clark. And…the last time I had such a big crush on someone on TV was when Kristin Kruek played Lana Lang on Smallville. I guess I have a sub-conscious thing going on for Superman’s love interest. Hehe.

It’s been a long time since I updated. I haven’t watched any of the recommended movies that have been released. A must watch right now is Ray (but of course) and sad to say, Constantine. I’m a sucka for comic book to reel movies. And it’s been a long time since I added songs to my iPod collection. I’ve got a new toy, the 6630 and currently, I’m still deeply in love with it.

After a week of “and 5,6,7,8”, my body’s totally drained. I’m not sure what’s the best way to re-energize, but I bet sitting at home the whole day might just do the trick. That and meeting up with that beautiful creature sitting under the coconut tree. hehe

Shitzer

2005-02-06T19:19:00.000-08:00

How would you feel if your country's religious affairs expert was a
reverend? hehe. I don't think I wanna start the week with such a serious
topic. I watched CNBC yesterday and managed to watch this American
programme called the Dennis Miller Show. With all the British accent that I
can muster, I was APPALLED by his bluddy rudeness. He's not sensitive,
fucking ignorant and most importantly simply not funny. If he's acting
dumb, then it's just dumb of him to do so. The only good thing about the
show was that they invited the Mobile PC magazine editor/director, to
review some of the upcoming gadgets for 2005. And one of the gadgets being
reviewed was the beautiful, oh-so-alluring PSP (playstation portable).
However, this bluddy rude Letterman wannabee, Dennis Miller decided to make
jokes out of his review, when it was quite obvious that he didn't know shit
bout gadgets. He was actually shocked when the PC guy told him that japan
had already released the PSP, while U.S had to wait till March. This Dennis
Miller guy thinks that USA is the front-runner in technology. Ignorant ass.
Then again, it's what we've come to expect of Americans. Americunts.
And no I don't hate Americans. I just hate arrogant yet ignorant people,
who usually happen to be Americans. heh. Don't blame them. Blame the media
who's been misleading them. damn, I thought I didn't want to start the week
with a serious topic. damn. K Stop.
I was complaining about how much it hurts when I shake hands with people,
due to the ring. Well, let's just say that it doesn't hurt anymore. I
fucking lost it. Yeap I lost it. Say no more, cuz it already hurts like
hell. And now I yearn for the pain when I shake hands. damn It.
Maybe my engagement present shouldn't come in the form of something that I
can lose. Thusm jewellery is out. Sunglasses too. Watch is out cuz I've got
too valuable ones. Conclusion? A Nikon D70, a PSP or a handphone would do
just fine, cuz it's proven that I don't lose such items. hehe. "Hi what's
your name? You attached?" And I would answer," Oh Sorry I'm engaged. "
*Click Click Snap Snap*. Heh. What are the chances of me being approached
by a girl? Unlike my hot mama, who was approached by a friend's friend on
Saturday. Thank god for the Diamond ring. hehe. I think if I had a D70
slung on my body, everyone would automatically know I'm engaged. Right.

2005-02-02T04:44:00.000-08:00

Doctor: Hi, what's wrong with you today?
Someone: Hi doc, I need an MC
Doctor: Why so?
Someone: Can't you see? I've got a big zit in between my eyes.
Doctor: I don't think anyone can miss that, but tell me, what line of work are you in?
Someone: I'm a storeman
Doctor: Oh ok, sorry then. I can't give you an MC for a Zit, you just have to live with it.

Waking up with a huge zit in between your eyes is never good. Especially so when you're already turning 25. Why the dialogue? I was just imagining how good it would be if someone could get an MC for having a zit on his face. Of course, there has to be a condition, and that is the person's job and his position can be greatly affected by the zit. I mean a zit can easily take away the respect or adoration of people from you. I can so imagine people looking at IT when I'm working. And they'll be like," This guy here looks smart and honest. He seems to mean what he's saying but check out that big zit in between his eyes. Ah, fuck him." I think certain jobs should be entitled to MC due to a big zit. The size of the zit should be considered when the doctor decides how many days of MC it should be. The position of the zit, should also be considered. A big-ass zit in between your eyes should easily get you a 3-day MC. As for jobs, I think teachers and Police should top the list. Why? Cuz a zit on the face can prove to be a weakness that can be exploited by students, delinquents and members of public in general. That and of course the insecurity a teacher and officer feels, which in turn will affect his job performance. heh.

Zit aside, I woke up today with burning sensations on my skin and muscle-aches. Yet, there was only one thing on my mind. How was the game? I'm ashamed to say that I missed the triumph. I was too batterd and even though I did wake up at 4am, I simply could not bear sitting up. A night's shift, a whole day of tanning and yadda yadaa ehehm ehem, can really take their toll on you. And so I submitted. I did remember hearing my younger cousin telling his mum that Silvestre was red-carded, but that was it. Gettin to know the results was great. Reading the New Paper about the match was better but finding out that there'll be a delayed telecast, today at 2130hrs, has really made my day.

Talking bout my day, I spent it watching cable TV. Like my long-departed friend who had just be de-knighted due to certain 'tasteless' reason, I love surfing. However, while he claims to surf the waves of Bintan, Bali and most definitely, Changi (hehe), I prefer surfing channels. I spent the whole day surfing channels, eating ice-crea,, microwave pizza and going through an intensive "get rid of that big ass zit in between your eyes" programme. I know ice-cream, chocolate especially, contradicts the programme that I put myself through but what can I say, surfing gives me the munchies.

And...sorry babe cuz I didnt meet you. You got a stain on your T-shirt, while I got a cursed stain on my face, so I think nt meeting was the better choice.

2005-01-27T23:41:00.000-08:00

I've not talked bout this yet, but here goes. Budak Budak, aku dah tunang. There I said it. There's another line to add to my kentalan CV. hehe. Not a big deal, I can't wait to get married actually. reason? It really hurts when people shake my hands now. Literally hurts cuz I have to wear the ring on my right. That's why I can't wait to get married and then transfer the ring to my left. Hehe.
Julia Robert's twins are named Phinnaeus and Hazel. Phinnaeus somehow reads like penis, doesn't it? hehe
It's a year of bad names. really it is. I just got a cousin named Dewi Angelina. Go figure

2005-01-25T19:14:00.000-08:00

Watched Aviator yesterday. I don't understand the media and Hollywood nowadays. It seems to me that they really decide which actor or actress should be vying for the coveted Oscar nominations. And their decisions will influence all the media in the world to think the same.
I found many flaws in the Aviator, even simple and basic things like conti, but I'd rather not get too technical on this review. As usual, when I've just watched a movie based on a true story, I will read up on the characters of the movie. It doesn't help, that The Aviator only showed bits and pieces of Howard Hughes life.
After reading up, I was shocked that Hollywood decided to omit many of Howard Hughes achievements and scandals. From the movie, no one will know that he was directly or indirectly involved in JFK's assasination as Harvey Lee Oswald was arrested in the theatre which belonged to him (Howard Hughes). The movie somehow did not want to put Howards Hughes in a bad light. It also did not bother to explain how Howard Hughes got interested in film-making (through his uncle, Rupert, whom he stayed with after his parents died). I';m fine with bits and pieces kind of movie, but I would think that you need to be more detailed when it's about a person's life. Think Malcolm X, Ali or even Catch me if You can. In terms of story-telling, I found The Aviator to be quite disappointing.
Acting-wise, I was very disturbed by Cate Blanchett as Katharine Hepburn. Fake like the many LV bags hung along Chow Kitt. And for goodness sake, Cate Blancett is freaking ugly. As for Leornardo, he was good, as usual but like many would agree, it was definitely not his best performance, and I don't think he deserves to win an Oscar. In fact, I don't think he even deserves a nomination. How in the hell did he win a Golden Globe for that? I thought the best performer had to be Kate Beckinsale as Ava Gardner, charming, simplistic and beautiful but she could do better with a bit more screen time.
From the movie,you'll never know that Howard Hughes had direct connections with the CIA and Nixon, though the movie did try to stress that he had an obsession with espionage. Then again, you can't expect to know everything about a texan legend from a movie. Thus my advice is, READ.
Anywiz in case some are wondering. Katharine hepburn and Audrey Hepburn are not related. Heh.

2005-01-20T12:19:00.000-08:00

Awake at 0425hrs.

Hobbies that you'd rather not let people know:
Performing monologues while walking

yeah, it's talking to yourself, if you wann abe a bitch about it. In fact, it's a bit crazier than that. You don't just talk but you picture a scene in your head, and then you put yourself in a predicament (in the scene) and well, act it out. I'm quite sure that I'm not the only one who does that. Quite sure of it. I might just be comforting myself, but yeah, I'm quite sure of it.
I don't only act out the character's emotions, I act out his race. I seriously believe, I'm quite good at accents, when there's no audience. Of course, with me as the only judge, how bad can I be.
it seems strange and crazy, but what's so bad about less than 3 minute insanity per day of mundane life.
Funny thing is, I only do it when I'm walking, alone, and usually at night.

2005-01-19T23:08:00.000-08:00

After such a long unfruitful search for the Basketball Diaries DVD, I finally got it. Let me just say that i have always thought that Leonardo Di Caprio is a good actor. And the Basketball Diaries re-confirms my belief. Let's just forgive him for Titanic alright.
Anywiz, after watching the show, I relised that I should have definitely watched it when I was 16. It would have brought greater meaning, and I would have probably cried my eyes out. Nonetheless, it's still a good show, especially since it was based on a true story. Come to think of it, Di Caprio has played a lot of real life characters. He seem to excel in it. Cut story short. Basketball Diaries is a good show for those who loves to write, was into drugs, had a best friend who passed away and still managed to get his life straight. Good show.
Things haven't been going on too well, as my girlfriend clearly wrote. hehe. PMS, Engagement, me on leave, boredom, Nikon D70, laptop, Iextreme desktop, boredom. hehe. I'm not too affected, cuz it happens once a month. (a week actually). i'm so used to it, but due to the coming weekend, I guess the pain gets a bit heightened. Watever.
Nothing beats a bad mood better than shopping. Why else have I been spending my free time window-shopping at Best Denki?
Money is the root of all evil. That's why I like to get rid of it as soon as possible. heh.

Thank YOu Dudek for Du-ing Dek

2005-01-18T00:09:00.000-08:00

For the third time in a row, Man Utd triumphed at Anfield. To my many Liverpool supporting frinds. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ...MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Kalah menang aku tak cakap banyak, so that's it then. Once again, Thank you DU-DEK, for DU-ing DEK. Wot a howler!

The Missing Alter-Ego

2005-01-17T23:49:00.000-08:00

We watched Alfie yesterday. I didn't wanna say it then, but it was scary watching Alfie. Without a doubt, Alfie is what my life would have been if I continued to make wrong choices in my life. Then again, I still don't know how right my 'right' choices are, yet. Of course, I could easily relate Alfie's life (not to mine) but to some of my friends. Alfie, in hip-hop terms, is what you would call a playa for life. Hehe like me. Without dragging too much into this, I thank the lord for enabling me to make the right choices and not end up like the loser Alfie is. Phew! Oh yah, for the record, Jude Law wasn't charming enough to play Alfie. Then again, to be fair to him, it was too high a pedestal.
There are different types of people in this world, that everyone knows. Of course, some you like and some you just don't. I have shared many with you readers. Naming the obvious would be, the hypocrites, the pelokekz and the anti Man-utds. heh. There are also the less obvious, but definitely more prominent like the M.K.K (Mat kewat Kecoh). The world has a got a lot to loathe, and justifiably so.
Well, I'm going to share yet another group of people that I just don't favour. I don't really abhor them. Cuz, it's a trait that can be changed, if they want to. There are the closet people. This has to be the largest group of people cuz they come varied. Closet-gay, Closet-lesbian, Closet-slut...you get what I mean. I don't even know how to explain the feeling I have for them. Sometimes, it's not their fault..cuz in my own experience, it's their own friends who are in denial. It's quite a complex matter, and I bet only those who have 'closet' friends will understand.
Then who am I to judge. I am after all, closet-Tyler Durden cum Archilles cum Joe Black cum Rusty cum the irish-gypsy fighter in Snatch, all in one. hehe. of course, like I said before, my friends are in denial

The Jitters

2005-01-12T21:37:00.000-08:00

It's Funny. Feeza and I seem to have a problem with this engagement thing. See, we're not engagement type of people. In fact, it was neva in our plans to get engaged. The main reason we are is just for self-motivation, to do the hardest task that both of us encounter in this somehow extravagant relationship, and that is, to save money. And so, yah, there's nothing romantic bout our engagement, though i must admit that it's a cosiderable leap from where we've been comfortable with. SO for you readers who know us, please, after all these, don't refer to feeza and I as "tunang". PLEASE. We're still han and feeza.not even fiance-schmanse.
Well, in case you think that I'm cold-blooded and that I'm taking away the warmth of this event, from Feeza especially, let me then share the song I dedicated to her when I so-called proposed. To all the guys, this song is a sure winner. Hehe.

Lately you've been questioning
If I still see you the same way
We gonna both physically change
Now don't you know you you'll always be
The most beautiful woman I know
So let me reassure you darlin that
My feelings are truly unconditional

[Chorus]
See I'll love you when your hair turns gray
I'll still want you if you gain a little weight
The way I feel for you will always be the same
Just as long as your love don't change, No

I was meant for you and you was meant for me yeah
And I'll make sure that I'll be everything you need
Girl the way we are is how its gonna be
Just as long as your love don't change

Cause I'm not impressed, more or less
By them girls in the T.V and magazines
Cause honestly I believe that your beauty
Is way more than skin deep
Cause everything about you makes me feel
I have the greatest gift in the world
And even when you get on my last nerve
I couldn't see myself being with another girl

[Chorus]

So don't waste your time worrying bout
Small things ain't relevant to me
Cause to my understanding your all I want and need
See what I'm trying to say is I'm here to stay
Baby, baby darling I swear that I,
I swear I ain't going nowhere no.

You are my baby
Don't you change baby
I love you, got to know,
Yeah, yeah

dontchange
Musiq Soulchild

Besides all that crap, I'm starting my long leave which ends on 30th January. Am I going anywhere? No. Am I doing anything? No. Why then did I take such a long leave? Seriously, I don't know but I'm lovin it. I'm gonna catch up with my reading (Current Read: Alex Ferguson-Managing My Life....hehe) Prolly cuz I need pointers from one the few idols in my life. Ciao

7

2005-01-10T21:47:00.000-08:00

Finally, my 7 for all Mankind jeans came. Bought it from ebay. I'm not too sure if it's authentic (i bought it at a much cheaper price) but it sure looks like it. I absolutely love it cuz it's the perfect cut, for a normal everyday pair of jeans. The fact that it's a 7 for all mankind, makes it even better. Hehe.
Things not to do when you're working the nite shift- wake up at 0800hrs. I think after the course past week, I'm too used to waking up for a 9-5 job. Truthfully, I like the 9-5. Main reason is, I get to eat my 3 meals at the recommended timings. And I save money easily, cuz i go home straight after work. However, that doesn't mean I'm planning to transfer to a 9-5 dept anytime soon. Too routined.

I woke up today with butterflies in my stomach. It didn't feel too good, cuz the heart ached at the same time. it's probably engagement jitters. heh. Baru engagement dah nak break into cold sweat. Well, with all the history we've had, it's hard not to ponder whether there's anything left unsaid. Still, I have faith in her like the recycled faith she has in me. Prolly that's why I'm sure she's the one. The butterflies are gone so I think it was just a bad dream that triggered 'em.

I'm listening to Motown Sings the Beatles, and it just re-confirms my preference for Black singers to White singers. I'm more to soul than to statements. I remembered my trip to Mad Monks with Tgor and Hasnah. Simply put, ape ni? Don't get me wrong, DnB, house, trip-hop, jungle and whathavu's, are still music to my ears. I just don't dig the dancing. To me, and as shallow as I can be, DnB n all other 'Toodooms-toodooms' are just an excuse for those who can't dance. it's a white man's music. yeah yeah, you can quote all the hip-hop artiste who progressed to DnB, but to me that's cuz they're music-makers who are just into the technicality and complexity of making such music. I'm more interested in DnB consumers. Those who raise their hands in the air, march on the spot and most importantly face the stage and worship the DJ like he's some Mahaguru. I find it quite amusing.

I've seen those who look good while dancing to DnB, but at the same time I've seen the same moves when I attend Malay weddings, if you get what I mean.
Don't get me wrong (again), I'm not dissing the growing number of DnB fans out there, I'm just trying to explain why I'm not in the bandwagon.DnB is the soundtrack to designer drugs just like Hip-hop/Reggae is the soundtrack to sweet reefa. Anyone disagrees, kindly share me your views.

And for those self-proclaimed DNB intellects cum slacker cum I don't give a fuck cum we're fashion trendsetters cum I take 30 minutes to set my bedroom hair cum girls jus wanna haf fun cum the rest of 'em dunno shit cum pretentious muthfuckerz, who look at hip-hop heads like they're ignorant, backdated and narrow-minded budak taik (even if some of them really are), let me just say this. "We look at you with the same thoughts in mind." heh.

Whatever it is, forgive me if I've sinned. Let's not have beef. Let's combine forces and just bitch about fans of 5566, Britney Spears, Tommy Page, Lil Jon and most importantly Singapore Idol.

Did I forget something?

2005-01-06T09:23:00.000-08:00

After all that's been going on, it took me 7 days before realising that it's a new fucking year. 2004 came and left like a 70 year old on Viagra visiting a teenage whore. I think I've set my resolutions on a previous blog. I still need to curb my spending of course. I told myself that the speculated spending will start after my January pay. It will,I tell ya.

And so, 2004 has been an eventless yeat, which is good for a settled guy like me. And I think 2005 will be the same. I'm still stuck with the same PC I bought in 2000 and the same digicam I bought in 2001. The PC's on dialysis while the digicam can openly take indoor images. Of course, there's an event coming pretty soon but I think I'm taking that in my stride. I mean, I don't see how that can bring about any changes aside from the getting to know the future relatives.

Lessons learnt? I don't think there's any, seriously. I'm pretty much contented, aside from the job. I won't say I hate the job, but it's beginning to be very clear to me that the job doesn't suit me and doesn't help my lack of ambition. It's difficult to find a job that you're passionate about and pays you at the same time. I'll figure something out when the time comes, I guess.

I've finally managed to catch up with my reading. I've got like 12 brand new books left unread and I'm still undecided whether to read the best books first or just leave the best for last. It doesn't matter. Books last a lifetime, and I'm still bent on purchasing one good book every month, speculated spending aside. It's a retirement plan.

Meet the Rahimz

2005-01-01T22:54:00.000-08:00

My blog is boring. I wonder how much of my boring blog did she read to
conclude that it is boring. I mean for her to justifiably conclude that
it's boring, she must have or should have read a sizable amount. In which
case, if she did manage to read a sizable amount, then my blog can't be
that boring after all. Go figure, fat girl, cuz "Frankly, I don't give a
damn"

Last night, or this early morning actually, me, feeza and the hip-hop
toyolz watched Meet the Fockers. How apt, cuz in about 3 hours time, my
family's gonna meet feeza's. Heh. I'm not really nervours acutally. In
fact, I'm not even nervous to meet her dad (but that would come later). I
do get paranoid though. like if something terribly goes wrong. Lets hope
I'm not as fucked as focker. Hehe. I'm Out

Zoos and Zooms

2004-12-29T22:53:00.000-08:00

Just got a back from a course at, would you believe it, Mandai Zoo. I had to wake up at 0645hrs just to make sure I can make the 0915hrs arrival time. I had to drag myself from sleep. The fact that I just got back at 0400hrs, didn't help my lack of enthusiasm. Luckily and as always, I had my iPod as a travel companion. I had initially planned to read during the journey, but ended up sleeping my way through. Sampai terlajak ke Tanjong Pagar (I was supposed to stop at Ang Mo Kio, by the way) Throughout the journey my mood was well, moody. Heh.
However, when I alighted from bus 138, the air around the zoo somehow managed to change my mood. Suddenly I was revitalised. (Of course, this could have been due to the ample sleep I had throughout the journey) Still, I do believe it was the magic of our Zoological Gardens. It was so tranquil. The air was cool and there was a constant breeze that brushed my skin like a subtle massage. Excellent. I never knew I was that much of a nature lover. Am I? I like to see but I don't like to touch. And be touched. Whatever.
ANywiz, the course was interesting, and best of all it was short. I was done by 12. Then the zoo-keeper said that we could stay on and roam around the zoo if we wanted. How tempting, I thought. Then I realised, the iPod, as much as a good company it was throughout my journey, is jus not complete enough to actually keep me occupied while walking around the zoo. As such I decided to head home. i realised that, living company aside, I was kind of empty-handed and not equipped to go on a zoo adventure.
On the way out, I looked around and immediately realized what I was missing. The one thing that if I had at that point of time, would have made me stay at the zoo for at least 2 more hours. A camera. Digital. SLR. D70. NIKON. My sacrifice.
On the way home, I kept thinking about the D70. My head subconsciously came out with reasons/excuses that could justify the purchase of this relatively inexpensive techno-gizmo. Like how it could take a lot of my time, and as such keep me distracted from vices that can make me waste money. And how it can make my relationship more interesting, cuz we can take photos everywhere we go (Nice, professional looking ones I mean). How I can just stay home and edit photos that are definitely worth editing. And how I can make my beautiful girlfriend a portfolio of her own, and for our eyes only. Hehe. Ehem Ehem. Let's just say, during the journey home, the thought of D70 was my company. And it didn't end there.
After I alighted at Tampines Interchange, I decide to just check out Best Denki, cuz I just remembered that they offer 0% instalments if the purchase is charged to your credit card. Actually I just wanted to see whether UOB mini was part of the scheme. Well it was, it is , I mean. next , I decided to snoop around at the camera section, and what do you know, the D70 was smiling at my face with a sign that read, "Take Me Home". And the price dropped. For a kit with lens and mem card, it was selling for $1988/-. Me being me, I did my calculations and discovered that I had to pay around S$170/- per month for 12 months. (0% instalments is only for 12 months payment). Definitely impossible, what with the newly risen two year plan of a certain something. Impossible for me to pay alone that is. Cuz the devils who were on both sides of my shoulders told me that, I can try asking a certain someone to share both the burden and the joy. And so, I sms-ed. And then I waited for a reply. And while waiting I looked. And D70 looked as well, with adoring puppy eye (lens). We looked at each other for a quite a bit, and then in a bold, swift move, I turned around and rushed out of the bluddy store. I am in control, but in grief at the same time.
I don't know, maybe an early reward can make me more motivated to save. Fuck for this kind of reward I'll abndon the Tiger under the tree, for good. For real. Not a bad bargain since you would only be paying 50%of the reward. Fuck for this kind of reward, I would abandon the tiger, abang johnny, uncle jack d, and etc. Hehe. Of course, it has to be now and in impulse, so that I can uses it ASAP. Too late then. hehe.

Anywiz, cuaca sekarang asik kering je. Agaknye tu pasal aku slalu steam kering (internal joke)

MINAMI-SAN

2004-12-28T22:14:00.000-08:00

Nursing a hangover is never a good thing. Thank goodness, I'm blessed with none, hangover , that is. (i wanted to say thank god, but I don't think that would have been appropriate..hehe) Anywiz, I had a good nite at Devil's as alwiz. It was open mic nite, and after much persuasion form myself and the band, Feeza got up on stage and took part. Hehe. And for her "hand in the pocket, I don't know where to go in" effort, she actually managed to get third prize. Of course, after going off stage, she then regretted not doing it properly cuz the first prize was a S$150/- La Senza voucher. She won a jug of housepour (hehe thanx) but due to a sweet friend of ours (hush), she managed to get what she wanted after all. Everybody Loves Feeza, it seems.
Something interesting happened during the open-mic nite. There was this Japanese lady who participated, named Minami. Her rendition of the "near far, wherever you are" Titanic song was forgettable, but of course so was the original. However, what stood out was her name Minami, cuz the patrons, being the ignorant/unaffected Singaporeans they are, started shouting "Minami-Tsunami, Minami-Tsunami." Hilarious, in appropriate timing. This of course, is not.
I'm always disturbed by major disastors with enormous casualties, be it close to home or on aother faraway continent. I guess it's a reminder that there are many other forces that can wipeout mankind, so why the hell are we trying to doit ourselves. My heart goes out to those affected by the Tsunami, and also to those who had to hear Minami sing. (k bad joke, bad timing)
And so how else can I rectify this worry and concern that I have inside, towards the victims of this major disaster? I drink and dance the night away. And then blog about it in the morning, like the many NATO's (No action, talk only, as how our MM put it) we have in town. Heh

I've Got HO, Hoe, Hoes

2004-12-25T00:59:00.000-08:00

To all my Kafirun Frenz, Merry Christmas. There's only one thing I like
about christmas. And that is Post-Christmas sales. It's quite a clever
scheme isn't it. Don't start sales before christmas, cuz they know that
sale or not, people still have to go shopping. Do it after christmas, when
people are tired of buying gifts, but will definitely buy things for
themselves, either cuz they didnt get much gifts, or they, like me, can't
resist sales. Like I've said before...One of the beliefs that I alwiz stick
to is that, NOT BUYING AN ITEM THAT'S 50% OFF OR MORE, IS A WASTE OF MONEY.
Figure that out

I've started to stick to a strict diet. remember what I said about eating
less fried food. I did just that for lunch. Instead of having a whole
spring chicken to myself, I shared it with a colleague. I'm really getting
there, I can feel it in my stomach. heh.

Note to everyone. Just because you get your bonus in December, doesn't mean
you have to hold your weddings in that month. It seems that everyone has
that mentality. Cramplah braders/sisters. It doesn't help that I'm at the
age whereby everyone I know around me is getting married. It's bad enuff
that I'm missing the Man utd game on boxing day. I'm also unable to play
soccer on that same day, due to these weddings. Still, I'm honoured to be
invited, and happy that many have got onto the Next pedestal.
Congratulations.

I'm supposed to be goin out tonite. I can't wait actually. To be around
sweaty people, especially those in the spirit of christmas. i'm quite sure
I'm gonna hear carols from the East to Boat Quay, to Muhd Sultan, back to
the east and finally in my sleep. How nice. The fact that drinks and cover
charge are gonna cost twice as much also excites me. Woohoo! Now...if only
I had a santa suit, cuz I'm quite sure I got a tummy to match,

Brad Pugg

2004-12-23T21:11:00.000-08:00

Finally I got myself a new keyboard. It's quite minimalist but I lurve the way it feels. Typing never felt better. I'm still getting used to it tho; need a bit of time before I cAn type without looking at the keyboard.

My girlfriend's been raving about Brad Pitt. Hell, I would too if I was either a girl or Alexander The Great (Gayest Maximus). And I don't blame her cuz she's got a boyfrieng who looks like Pugsly. I'm not fat, but I'm definitely getting there. The tummy's worrying and aside from random visits to the gym, I havent done anything to rectify this 'growing' problem. I usd to be comfortable with my tummy, until I realised I make most of my nice T-shirts look ugly. G-star has been calling but I know I'd do the lovely brand injustice. Sigh.

Nothing's been said, but as Malu would put it, I'm going onto the next pedestal, if everything goes well. I'd be the first among the SRJ's (friends who are of my age), yet one of the last few among the Makmoronz (friends who are on the average, 4 years older than me). Well, I'm ready. And like my girlfriend said, the only person who could stop me from my wedding is Eric Cantona. heh. Him and Angelina Jolie.

New year's coming, and for the first time, I've set myself with some resolutions. First is, to save money. In fact I have even set an amount. It's very easy to save actually. I just have to stop shopping, clubbing and watching more than one movie a month. The very things that make my life sane and my job justifiable. Second, I have to go on a strict diet. More proteins, adequate carbo, and less grease and fat. Meaning I have to stop fast food, fried food and definitely reduce my weekly dosage (at least) of that carnivorous juice. No more "what time is it?". Third, I have to increase the number of visits to the gym. And prolly start exercising at home as well.

I think three resolutions is quite sufficient. I'm quite dreading the coming of new year cuz I'm fearing that Giggsy might leave. I don't understand why the board can't make an exception. Giggs has been a loyal Man Utd player. And to add to that, he's been one of the greatest we've had. So what's the deal? He's not asking for money, just a two year contract at least. Urgh! Good news is Eric Cantona is hoping to be Man utd manager. He'd be a great replacement. And I don't think he needs any experience. His charisma and presence would suffice.

I've just changed my whole desktop, to make it look like a Mac OS. I hope it cease my cravings for an iMac/iBook...for now.

Fw: Of Madonna, Maradona and Primadonnas

2004-12-21T07:58:00.000-08:00

I remembered watching the Italia 90 World Cup. Just like how Maradona
single-handedly brought Argentina to the limelight (I know he did that
better in 86), he also single-handedly made me interested (passionately) in
soccer. I remembered my first pair of boots, Puma Maradona Junior. How apt.
He was my soccer idol then. And next thing you know, he was revealed as a
coke addict, and the rest is, well, History. Luckily, I managed to move on.
And by 91 I was passionately involved in the Rumbelows league (pre-EPL). I
started, if I do remember, as a Sheffield Wednesday fan, with Chris Waddle
and David Hirst being my favs. And then a certain frenchman made me
interested in Leeds United. Besides him, I was also a big fan of Gordon
Strachan and Lee Chapman. Excellent players. And then, that certain
frenchman made the transfer of his life (and mine). And till now, and
forever, I have only one idol in soccer, and the team that he excelled in
will always be my top priority.

I remembered my first dance moves, which were taught by my sister, to the
tunes of Madonna's, "Papa don't preach". It's a wonder that I'm straight.
Luckily, that's not the first and last dance step that I learnt. I moved
on, of course. Coz, even though there was a lot of progression in music, in
the eighties, many regretted the so called progression in fashion and
style. I had many idols in music, of course. But I'd rather not reveal.
Kekental ku terserlah nanti. Well, at least I can say they're definitely
talented.

I remembered watching the man of the moment in SIngapore, when he performed
in our local gigs. And I thot to myself, this guy is good, but he seems to
lack the appeal. I blamed it on the eyes. If my girfriend had a way to put
it,she'd say, it's like donning the latest and most up-to-date gear, but
spoiling all the style by wearing Oakley wrap-arounds. Sumthin like that. I
remembered thinking, that guy's good but never better than my local gig
idol-the only guy who made my jaw drop even when I'm performing with him.
And then you have Singapore Idol, and everything changes. Suddenly he's the
most sought after, the most sylish and apparently, the most talented. And
to top that off, he has three Cisco officers guarding him and a dressing
room all for himself. I'm a playahatta but I'm not hating for my own
benefit, if you get what I mean. Still, I give the guy props, cuz it takes
a whole lot of effort to survive the six months of so called torture. But
hey, that happens to anyone who WANTS to be in the limelight. No one forced
him to enter, and to win the Singapore Idol. No matter what, I congratulate
him for winning, I just wished he had better competition. There's no harm
to being a primadonna, since he's the idol and all, but it would have been
betta if it was a decision that he made himself, and not a decision by the
channel. Heh

Unwelcomed Weekend

2004-11-20T04:18:00.000-08:00

The first week hasnt been great. The girlfriend's been workign morning and
as such there was no chance of us going back late. Furthermore, she's
preoccupied with visiting. I did have time with hadi, and also with the
SRJ's, but nothing beats goin' out with the gf.
And the arrival of Saturday makes the week even worse. Why? Cuz I'm stuck
at work, that's why? And the girlfriend finally gets her off day and also
not occupied with Hari Raya visiting. Nice. And tomorrow is Hari Raya
Outing with the Bk gang. I'm not really loking forward to it. It's not the
company, it's just that I'm not really into the hari Raya mood this year.
It doesn't help that I knock off 0800hrs, tomorrow.
And so, I'm looking forward to next weekend, cuz I'll be off from Thursday
to Tuesday. Hope to make full use of the of days, hopefully. I'm out of
words. Stop.

2004-11-18T23:12:00.000-08:00

Firstly, in my previous entry, I wanted to say I shopped impulsively, and
not compulsively. I can't be bothered to change it. hehe. Anywiz, I've
added another pair of Timbs to my collection. I think one of the reasons
that makes me a spendthrift, is that I have this belief in life, i.e "It's
a waste of money, when you don't purchase items on sale". hehe. And for
your info, I only regard an item to be on sale if it's half the original
price, or more. 20%-30% discounts don't really attract me.
And so, my dearest girlfriend bought me a pair of Timberland boots. Price:
S$89/-. Original Price:$279/-. What a bargain. It's the green one, with the
foldable top that exposes a camo print. I like. Actually i preferred the
baby blue one, but that's out of stock. Still, at 89 bucks, anything goes.
Especially if it's a pair of timbs. I bought first pair of Timbs fer like
215. Second pair was sneakers and that cost me around 50 (sale), and a pair
of slips for 30 (sale). Life is beautiful. I don't think I've got any more
targets for the year, in terms of clothes.I'm done. Finito. cept for maybe,
a pair of Oakley's...hehe. that can wait.

Impulsive-Compulsive

2004-11-16T08:14:00.000-08:00

Dis-regarding my financial woes, I, again, shopped compulsively. I guess it
was just to quench my thirst for shopping. In actual fact, it was just the
perfect solution to my boredom. The first of raya usually leaves me lonely
and bored. That's cuz my girlfriend is occupied with visiting relatives
(not her fault). As such, today, I decided to spend my free time (before I
report to shift 2), by sitting at Starbucks, reading a book (current read:
Hooky Gear by Nick Barclay), drinking a double Hazelnut Latte and smoking
my cigarettes. All these while listening to my dear iPod. 15 minutes into
acting cool while reading and drinking a $6/- cup of coffee, I decided that
what I thought was a solution to my boredom, was actually aggravating it.
As such, I decided to gulp down whatever's left of the latte and go window
shopping at where else but Tampines Mall and Century Square.

First stop: Book store
Reason: Blender magazine
The book store had almost every magazine but Blender. However, since I was
there to buy a magazine, I thoroughly searched for the next suitable
magazine. I settled for KING (a black version of FHM). I regretted the
purchase. Half of the magazine was filled with advertisements. 75 percent
of the advertisement was about 20" rims. Ultimate Blaxploitation. Besides
the advertisement, it was mainly ebony-skinned hoes, who are either wet or
glistening with body oil, clad in two-piece suits. I guess that will be my
first and last issue. S$12.90 down the drain, and more to follow suit.

Second stop:Isetan.
Reason :Havaianas.
While looking at the multi-coloured, overly-priced slippers, I decided that
if I were to buy a new pair of havaianas, I should get the one I saw at
Heeren (Orange with Black straps and hind-buckle), which, of course, was
not available at Tampines. Thus, i moved on.

Third Stop: Converse
Reason: Jack Purcell
Since my mind was on footwear, I decided to head down to Converse, to look
at Jack Purcell's. The latest collection was the tweeds, three different
colours. All-star also had the tweed collection but in one colour. I
actually preferred the All Star colour, but I didn't really like the fit.
I've got a habit and that is, once I tried on sizes, I'm bound to buy. I
decided on the green Jack Purcell tweed but my size ran out of stock. As
such, as if bent on spending my money (or whatever's left of it), I chose
another colour. (A colour that I did not really fancy, and neither did my
girlfriend, but I found that they looked quite nice on my feet). I started
imagining what I could wear with the shoes, and before long, I was keying
in my pin number. I should have just bought the havaianas, It would have
saved me 60 dollars, if you wanna look at it in that way. hehe.

It didn't stop there actually. I tried going to a sports shop to look for
red laces, to spice up the boring colour but I couldn't find any. And then
a voice whispered to me. STOP! And so I did. Crazy. This shows that I
cannot be left alone for too long (hint, hint). And now, another voice is
whispering to me. STOP! Typing, that is.

Confessions 2004

2004-11-15T01:15:00.000-08:00

Ok ok I confess..The reason I'm writing so much is I'm trying to pass time
at the counter. It's a Public holiday and I'm at work. I don't feel like
reading (Current read: Ramses-The Son of Light). There's nothing on TV.
What else can I do but type? My mum managed to send me lunch, together with
my sis and family (based in KL, here for two days). I just realised that
there's no way I can get food cuz all the muslim stall was closed. I had
Chinese Vegetarian mee for breakfast. I'm not gonna ahf that again for
lunch. Fast food outlets are tad too far fom my workplace, and it's not
worht the effort anyway. As such, I called for dear mom, knowing that she
was going visiting. Nothing beats a mom's cooking. Ntice I didn't say my
mom's cooking, cuz everyone says that about their moms. SO there's no use
having comparisons or competition.

Continuing from yesterday's movie marathon that I had during Hari raya
evening... I watched (for the second time) this Malay movie called CInta
Luar Biasa (I bought the vcd). I love it. Not thoroughly, but enough to
make me wanna watch it twice. I guess I do grade how much I like a movie by
the times I've watched it. Here are some movies that I can neva get tired
of, even after watching them countless times:-

1. Grease
2. Reality Bites
3. Marah Marah Sayang
4. The Bujang Lapuk Series
5. The Labu Labi series
6. The Do Re Mi series
7. Fight Club (this is actually my favourite movie, but I don't watch it
too often cuz it's too taxing on the mind)
8. Bad Boys
9. Bad Boys II
10. Crying Freeman ( Mark Dacascos)
11. Ong Bak

I have to stop. I jsut have to stop. This is crazy. Bluek

SELAMAT HARI RAYA 2004

2004-11-14T21:12:00.000-08:00

First and foremost, Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Dan Batin to all
bloggers, bloggettes and baguettes. I would arrange my ten fingers (ku
susun sepuluh jari) together and ask for forgiveness, but if I do that then
I won't be able to type this particular sentence. I will like to say sorry
to all those I've cursed, criticised and circumcised. Rest assured, I will
do it again by the end of Syawal. To those who refuse to forgive me, it's
ok, I undersand. Kafiruns don't know the meaning of Hari Raya (TJ aside).
So, I'll let it pass. Oops, it's only the second day of Syawal.

This year, as always, I spent Hari Raya like the bachelor that I am.
Wake up to an empty house. Walk alone to my mum's. Have breakfast. ask for
forgiveness. Go to my grandaunt's house with the whole family in the bus.
And end up walking alone to my aunt's house to visit my paternal
grandmother. As expected, Daddy-O was nowhere in sight, not that I longed
to meet him. To end the splendid day, I walked home alone, and spent the
entire evening watching TV, alone. Of course, I had a choice. I could have
followed my mum and my maternal family (whom I adore so much and truly
enjoy being in company with), and visit relatives throughout the country in
a coach. However, the first day of Hari raya is the only time I get to meet
my paternal side, and I've always decided not to miss out on that. It's not
that I adore them more. It's just that I need to tell them that I still
regard myself as family, no matter what. it's the least I could do. It's
good that my mom understands this. My mum must have read my mind, cuz when
I asked for forgiveness, she only mentioned that it's time I took the next
step in my life. God-willing.

Hari Raya aside. I spent the evening watching TV and DiVX
movies/clips. I watched the rough cut of Joey's pilot episode (Joey as in
Joey Tribiani)-Not too bad, A rendition of Sex and the City called Sluts
and the City- Not too funny but definitely just- Sarah Jessica Parker was
played by a transvestite who looked like her and a Terminator teaser with
Arnie comin back to Mother Earth during the J.C years. His mission. To save
Jesus Christ and make sure he doesn't die. Hilarious.

However, the most memorable and deeply meaningful moment during my
Hari Raya evening was when I watched Tupac Shakur Resurrection. Tupac and
Biggie (ironically) have always been my two favourite rappers (Of course,
Q-Tip and Lauryn is a different category). For those who don't know, Tupac
Resurrection is feature Docu about his life, with him supposedly narrating
from his afterlife. It's excellent. All the things that media filtered out
was exposed in the Docu. Like how he was abused by the cops for jaywalking,
why the beef between Bad Boys and him came about and the most interesting
fact that I never knew about- Jada Pinkett (Smith) and him were best of
friends. Watching jada talk about him almost moved me to tears. However,
Jada Pinkett came out in the Docu special but not in the Docu itself,
though her name was mentioned. Tupac Shakur was truly a pioneer in Hip-Hop.
His depiction of reality through his rhymes is incomparable. Even Eminem
admitted that he is very influenced by Tupac. He's just great. I mean, how
many rappers have Uni students studying about them? Tupac 101. We should
have that in Sg.

I also watched a little bit of Chris Rock's latest stand-up, Never
Scared. While I must say I prefer Dave Chapelle to him, I have to admit,
Chris Rock's opinion on politics is like no other. One thing that really
caught my attention is when he said that Americans are so busy deciding on
whether to be a democrat, a republic, a liberal or whatsoever, they forget
that they are first and foremost, just people. And that people can never
have just one stand on everything. It's true. americans always insist on
identifying themselves, as Democrats or Republicans or Liberals, it's
ridiculous. How can you have just one stand on everything, just because
you've pledged yourself to a certain group. As successful as they are,
Americans are still definitely groupies with no opinions of their own. A
majority of them at least. Forget bout that.

This always happens. When I'm about to get some extra money,
something of my property has to break down, get damaged or go missing. My
PC's a mess, even after reformatting. My Kodak digicam has joined Tupac and
I'm running out of shoes (I have always been running out of shoes). Here
comes the predicament. I badly need a new computer (ok "badly" might just
be an exaggeration), but I can't decide between a PC and a Mac. Not only
that, I also can't decide between desktop or laptop. If it's a PC, should I
go with custom or pre-built. If it's a Mac, should I go for the new iBook
or the new iMac. Or should I settle with the bruised PC that I have and get
my dream digicam, the wonderful Nikon D70. Or should I forget all the
technos, and get a new pair of Timbs, the tweed Jack Purcell and the
moccassins I saw at a Red Wing store. Decisions, Decisions. that will come
in December. For now, i will have to start worrying about the lack of
finances for the month of November, due to Hari Raya. I should just start
saving, shouldn't I? I should start fearing the future, and start buying as
many insurance policies as I can afford. I should apply for an HDB flat. I
should cut down on my extravagance. I should end my leisure-suit life,
start my boring life so that I could begin the life that I've longed for
all these years.

This is what happens when a blogger doesn't blog too often. You
over-indulge and type too much. To hell with that. It's just Me against the
Blog-World

OF KEWATS, KECOHS AND CARESSESS

2004-10-29T10:15:00.000-07:00

I'm not a homophobic.I have no problems with gays (though I do question their taste) and lesbians(although I don't understand why girls wanna go out with girls who act, dress and think like boys, if they're lesbians). However, and this context might just be strictly local, I absolutely abhor MKK's (Mat Kewat Kecoh). Maybe abhor's too strong a word. I just feel uneasy in their company, especially when they're in the company of girls. Girls just love the company of MKK. It's true. It's as if they can totally relate to each other. Put one MKK in the company of real boys (SRJ, Makmorons) and I'm quite sure they will feel uneasy as well, and will not be as extrovert as they are used to be. And so, as proven, nce an MKK is part of the group, I will sub-conciously transform into MROC (Mat rilek one corner, as what my gf has labelled me). I mean you can't expect me to luff when I don't think it's funny and you can't expect me to participate if I'm quite sure my opinions are not as funny (to the rest, that is). Nonetheless, I'm not a homophobic. I have friends who are not straight and I'm perfectly comfortable in their company. It's quite simple. If you're gay, you don't have to tell the whole world you like to suck cock, and if you're a dyke, you don't have to tell the whole world you like to eat pussy. We already know.

Let's forget that. I don't know that after years of relationship, ther will still be the my and your issue. I've alwiz thought that havin' mutual friends help to strengthen the foundation of a relationship. Maybe I'm wrong. Your mutual friends tend to overlap. And, without you knowing it, people you've known way before you know your gf will suddenly become closer to your gf than to you. And then, ironically, your girlfren has a problem when you are not yourself when you're with them. Funny. I've lost touch with many friends due to priorities, and I don't think I'll be making any new ones. If not for my gf, I don't think I have a need for MSN. My main online companion is Soulseeker. Of course there's this blog.

There are many things, to me, that are important in a relationship. And one of the most important one, to me at least is touch. Of course, so is conversation, but not when it keeps ending up in misunderstandings and arguments. Touch tells all, but some ppl donno this simply because they're not missing any. Here's a breakdown. I'm gonna refer the other party as "her or she", but of course it applies to both.

Touch of Concern
It's when the other party holds your hand when you cross the road. Or when you're walking through a crowd. It tells the other party that you're there, or that you feel more secured holding him/her. To make it easier,
Touch of Care
It's when you caress her hair when she's sleeping, or when she's sick. When you rub her back when she's coughing, or pat his back when she's vomiting. Just to tell her you care

Touch of Passion
It's when you hug from behind (or in front) when you're stationary, like on an escalator. When you grab the chance to kiss, everytime there's no one or when no one's looking. It tells them, you're never tired of it.

The Perverted Touch
This is, of course, subjective. In my opinion, it's important. I call it the Sneaker. it's when you sneak a touch to her breasts, butt or to wherever else both of you think is sexual. Or when you let her 'feel' you through ordinary ways like hugging her from behind. It's just to remind her, that she constantly turns you on. To me, it's quite a problem when you're not turned on by your other half.

All these might seem superficial but I think they're necessary. It reminds that you're loved, above anything else. Like those occassional surprises, those intimate talks (without the "you always" and misconceptions) and the quiet walks. People won't realise all these until they're missing them...

Malaysian Idol

2004-10-21T08:27:00.000-07:00

Thanks to www.krees.com, I managed to watch the whole 18 episodes of Malaysian Idol, and I must say it's something not to be missed. The bloopers, the judges the bad singers, the good singers (plenty) and the excellent singers (two, very excellent. I absolutely loved it, and I'm not saying this in relation to Singapore Idol (puih), Singapore Idol, to me, is just as good as Masters of the Sea (if anyone should remember that cockroach series). malaysian Idol, on the other hand, is fantastic. In fact, I felt as if I was watching American Idol. That feeling suddenly came back to me. That Bulu roma tegang feeling. I luv the judges, and that includes "abng Roslan". He adds the Malaysian feel to it, much thanks to his kampong comments and english very the melayu telo. And "Kak G" was simply elegant. Her comments shows her experience. She has this sense of royalty surrounding her. She's polite yet critical. Amazing. And Paul...well...I wouldn't say he's as good as Simon, but he's definitely good enuff to sit on that hot chair, that Simon has left other judges with.

As for the participants, my word, they will definitely put Singapore Idols to shame. Their top 33 could have beaten singapore's top 10 hands down. The best part is, they're so diversed, and I give this credit to Malaysian voters who seem to make the right choices every episode. Excellent.

Jac and Dina, memanglah power nak mampos. jac, in particular, is so different, yet ironically very much like Fantasia Burrino. Her rendition of When I fall in love, and tunggu sekejap was marvellous. Jac deserves to be the Malaysian Idol, tho I wouldn't know how far she can go in the Malaysian music industry.

My advice to those still int he shadows. Forget Singapore Idol. Leave that to the teenage groupies who somehow seem to idolise our untalented bunch. Crazy. I'm not anti-chinese man, but the chinks in the finals are just embarassing (Oli, aside probablee) I mean if you put Vic (of Malaysian Idol, third placed) in Singapore Idol, I'll give him my full support, but then again knowing the bad taste that the majority of Singaporeans have, I don't think he'll make it as far as he did in the Malaysian Idol. I luv the fact that Malaysia showed that their taste don't only lie in Malay voices. Vic is not a good singer, but he had the appeal, just like the boring Andrew and the very powerful but cowardly Nikki.

Let's just hope that Singapore Idol stops at 1, unless someone decides to have an overhaul. Kick all four judges out would be a great start.

Case of the Missing Size

2004-10-12T22:02:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I had this sudden urge to shop when I woke up. The A/X belt was calling for me. So, after a bit of yadda yadda's I made my way to town. I reached Paragon at aorund 2015hrs, and was relieved that the A/X boutique was still opened. I could already imagine the belt on my Type-1's. But, as fate would have it, takder soze. dua -dua boutique takder size. Sigh. I was shouting my head off inside the boutique, macam gay boy throwing tantrum tak tentu pasal.
Anywiz, disappointment aside, I still had the urge to shop. The other bad news, Topshop was closed. I was lost. As always, I ended up at Mango (I was alone, mind you) and like the good bf that I am (hehe)I ended up buying a tracksuit (jacket and pants) for my bitch. Setan betul. Nevermind, at least my urge was satisfied. I realised that I don't really have a need to buy something for myself, I just had a need to buy. Crazy. Now, if only I had the finances to support this regular urges. Damn it. Takpelah TOTO, lu mcm ini ngan gua, gua ingat lu lah brader. PUIH

The Forgotten

2004-10-10T23:38:00.000-07:00

2004-10-10T22:27:00.001-07:00

Some people say We're Ugly, Maybe they're rite. PUIH!

2004-10-10T22:27:00.000-07:00

Eek Ugly people Alert

2004-10-10T22:26:00.001-07:00

Dah lah Buruk, Berkilat pulak tu

2004-10-10T22:26:00.000-07:00

Aik, Dah lah Berkilat, Bogeh pulak tu

2004-10-10T22:25:00.000-07:00

Yeap, We're definitely Ugly

It's getting hot in my....seat

2004-10-10T20:45:00.000-07:00

I was reading one of my girfriend's fave blogs (now why does that sound like I've got more than one gf...hehe), and I just remembered I had to do something. We've always wondered why do some beat the hell out of a bus seat, before actually sitting on it. I have finally found the answere to that, thanks to a conversation with my Chinese colleague.

And the reason is...SITTING ON HOT SEATS CAN CAUSE PILES.

So they thought. I'm not one who discriminates (yeah right), but I'll give them the benefit of the doubt. My guess is, and I'll try to not to be crude, is that they're afraid that the crust (caused by cleaning up without the use of water), will melt due to the hot seat, and as such will stain their pants. It's a theory I came up with. We've heard of skid marks. I do not discriminate.

I for one, love to sit on hot seats (literally- on purpose. metaphorically- pure bad luck) Seriously, the hot seats are comfortable. Fuck hygiene. it's not as if I'm seated on my bare ass. hehe. I know this entry is starting to sound weird, so I shall cease.

A-keys' concert just ended. My girlfriend and I should slap ourselves for not going. I'm quite sure, my gf will kill herself if she misses Beyonce's concert, should she come. And I will definitely kill myself if I miss Lauryn Hill's concert, though I know that will never happen. I WILL defintely kill myself, if I miss Cantona's rumoured visit to somewhere in Singapore..(I'm not gonna let the cat out of the bag.?

My blogroll is back to normal. I finally got to read other blog other than mine and the bitch's. Rouge's talking bout gettin' a baby (note to her: Sabar je, Naz belum score lagi tu. Maybe on the next match...hehe) and even though I'm not one who envies, I do envy for my girfriend when I read some blogs. Shopping List--LV's, Gucci, Fendi yadda yadda. My girfriends already struggling with Mango and Zara. Shit, we're struggling with Gripz and VNC for that matter, Shian babeeku busuk. She has her random Guess and FCUK. In fact, she has nt even one designer bag. Some people are all about Prada and shit, well we go as far as only..hmm.. G-Star? I lurve branded goods, but I hate it when there are imitations of it. I mean you look at a Prada, and then you look at a PLADA, it looks 99% alike (I'm talking bout high-grades). Thus it doesn't really give me a sense of satisfaction. I'm probably making excuses. Takper b, nanti aku keje rajin rajin, naik pangkat, aku belikan kau yer...Then again why spend three thousand over dollars on bags and shoes, when with the same amount, you can get an iMac G5.

"I'm wearing Prada"
"Oh really? Well, I'm doing an iMac G5, with a touch of a 40GB iPod. Thank you"

Well ladies, next on the shopping list, is this gorgeous all black A/X belt. Gorgeous. The only problem is, Ramadhan's coming, and even if I were to buy it now, I can only show it off a month later. But if I don't get it now, it's prolly be out of stock. ooh decisions, decisions. Hehe.

Alritey people. Ramadhan's coming, and as always, I have to be locked up. Hehe. I think I'm gonna clean up my wardrobe..and get rid of all my unused clothes. Anyone who needs clothes for a flea market, do contact me. I've got at least three army bags full. And criticallyme....."WHAT?!!!"

The CRITIC

2004-10-09T00:29:00.000-07:00

Some people read blogs and think that they know exactly what kind of person the blogger is. They tend to forget that, ultimately, as much as a blog is a diary, it is first and foremost online, meaning that it's a read for the masses. What makes them think that blogger lay every part of their lives on the serving tray. And blogging aside, I've said this before, the internet seems to be a medium where many decide to show-off their alter-ego. Yeah Criticallyme, I'm talking bout u. You don't have to switch on your vibramode on your PC to know that.
This anonymous show of courage and dare, and supposed intelligence seem to be spreading like fire. The internet - where geeks, homophobics and what have you's show the world how they would actually like to strut.
Don't get me wrong, I have absolutely no problem with ppl giving me un-necessary criticisms. I just have a problem with the anonimity. Tell me who you are, and see whether you can still be as defensive when I know of your frailities. Takutkan? Bodoh. If you can bring me down, verbally, when we're seated together at say, a coffeshop table, then I'll keep mum and accept fate. that's not gonna happen.
So for now, my dear criticallyme, i would thoroughly appreciate it, if you just show your 'snappiness' to others. I didn't step on your toes, and I definitely don't know the people whose toes you're stepping on. Don't make me interested to know who you really are. it's not worth your time, seriously.
And so, as it is, you're a verbaliser hidden by x-large mufflers. And till you get out of that, don't waste my freaking time, bitch.

Ps to budak SRJ:
Kenapalah banyak orang takder kerja lain..diorang tak tau ke kita ni saper..nanti aku panggil Defender of the Universe suruh settlekan baru dia tau. puih. Whatever. Aku rasa dia taulah...Ramadhan nak dekat...nanti kita semua masuk lock-up...tu pasal dia berani cari gaduh. Puih

The Tactical Blunder

2004-10-04T05:16:00.000-07:00

And so Man Utd falls back to mother earth, after a draw with
Mclaren-charged Middlesborough. The way I see it, there were two main
reasons why we couldn't achieve a win. first reason is that Wayne Rooney ws
played out of position. Although it showed that Man Utd was adopting a
4-4-2, Wayne Rooney was falling back to midfield most of the time. John
O'shea and Roy Keane somehow played a flat flat defensive midfield duo, and
as such there was big gap between the two strikers and the midfield. That's
why, Ronaldo and Giggs were swapped, so as to have the ability for both to
cut in. This, to me, is a big mistake when you have two goal-hungry
poachers in the penalty box. Wayne Rooney is a striker who likes to fall
deep, but is not much of a central midfielder who likes to get into the
box. Paul Scholes, however, is a midfielder who like to get into the box,
and definitely not a striker.
The second probably, and the most important one for Sir Alex to solve is,
as everybody knows, gary fucking Neville. He is definitely a liability in
defense. Some might fault Heinze for being out-of position during
Middlesborough's first goal, but I for one blame it on Gary Neville for not
marking Downing. Idiot. Gary Neville used to be good in the old squad but
the only reason for that is he connected well with David beckham.
Furthermore, beckham was far more industrious in helping out in defense as
compared to both Ronaldo and Giggs. And Beckham tend to cover Neville well,
cuz he's not a byline winger. Whatever it is, Sir alex should push aside
his favouritism, and jus kick Neville out of the first team, instead of
agreeing to sell Wes Brown when the next transfer window opens.
it clearly shows that Wes Brown is a more stable right back than gary
Neville is.

Well put the draw behind, (as we have done the losses)...Glory Glory

Over the Moon, Cuz We've got the ROON

2004-09-28T23:54:00.000-07:00

There's nothing much to say, cept that, We'Ve gpt fawkin Wayne Rooney. Nothing beats a hat-trick debut. I'm not saying that we'll definitely be champions, but I'm quite sure we'll be worthy challengers, be it for the EPL or Champions League. And with Alex Fergusons wisdom, I'm quite sure, Rooney will mature to become the best player Man utd, has ever head (though that does mean he will ever be as influential or as charismatic as my dearest you-know-who) Whatever it is, Man Utd's n a roll, and a slong as the three ROOs keep on playing, we will keep on shining. Glory Glory

Blender 2004

2004-09-25T13:45:00.000-07:00

As some might know, my current favourite magazine is Blender Magazine-The
Ultimate Guide to Music More (More to me being, worthy albums to "obtain").
As such, I feel a need to promote this magazine. Of course, to learn more
you can just head to Blender.comcover features the flavor of the moment, Usher raymond. Articles include
pop teen rebels, Avril Lavigne and Ashlee Simpson, and better articles on
Then Libertines and the Rock n Roll Quiz (which is excellent cuz it tells
you which celbrity have been convicted of what crime). I've yet to finish
the magazine ( I have this need to make sure that I read each and every
article of the mag-It's that good) Still, I think I'm gonna share with you
readers, interesting highlights from articles featured in this month's
Blender. heh, who knows, I might just turn into Blender's unofficial promo
man.

Here's a list of "Do You Know" taken from the Rock n Roll Quiz from Blender

1. Rick James (of I'm Rick James, Bitch, fame made popular by Dave
Chapelle) have been convicted of aggravated mayhem, assault with a deadly
weapon, false imprisonment, sale or transport of a controlled substance,
forcible oral copulation (whatever that is) and making terrorist threats.
-Who is this guy anywiz? I like the Rick James Skit, but I swear I
dunno where Rick James came from. my gues is, he's a singer. bluek.

2. In September 1998, James Brown was arrested after a car chase. All this
started when he terrorised an insurance seminar with a shotgun, asking them
whether they had used his private bathroom without permission. Police had
shot his tyres, but he continued driving. After being stopped, James Brown
serenaded and performed "Georgia on my MInd" to the officers.
-if you're thinking, why the hell James Brown did all that. Well, he
was on PcP. At least that's a valid reason. whatis Micheal jackson's?

3. Elton John spent $200,000 on flowers in 20 months, $80,000 on a Louis
XIV costume for his 50th Birthday and $12,000 for a ring with diamonds
encrusted, that read FUCK U.
-The fuck U ring is cool and all, but as rich as Elton John is, he is
simply put...GAY. Still, I'd suck his nipple for the ring. Hehe

4. Micheal Jackson once paid a voodoo chief named Baba $150,000 to put a
curse on Steven Spielberg
- I don't know when he did this, but I guess the terminal pretty much
says it all . Hehe. Maybe MJ included his own name in the list of persons
to be cursed.

5. Elvis Priestly, in his declining yers, gets turned on by being told
"You're the Colonel" during sex
- In his declining years, those who actually had sex with Elvis
Priestley must also have had a secret sexual desire for Colonel Sanders

Well, now you know...

Aside from that, I now have a certain liking for the Libertines, a brtish
band that could have been, fronted by Pete Doherty and Carl Barat. it's
difficult to brand their type of music, but it's really pleasing and
refreshing to the ears. And to quote Blender, Libertines has the attitude
of the Sex Pistols, the tunes of the Clash, the wit of the Kinks and the
smarts of the Smiths. Of course, that description is not as clear to me as
it is to you. For the lay man, I believe that they sound as good as the
Beatles, or in fact-to my opinion at least- even better. However, their
rise and decline fall on the same person and that is pete doherty, their
self-destructive Pete Doherty. Now why doesn't that sound surprising?
whatever it is, the Libertines is a worthy listen, and this is coming from
someone whose music interest mainly lies on RnB and Rap. Well, Libertines
is quite ghetto cause Pete Doherty actually broke into his partner, Calr
barat's apartment, under the influence of drugs.

That's it for this month's issue highlights. To know more, head down to
Borders to get yourself a copy, which will include a free CD of Unsigned
Hypes. Damn...Borders, Blender...I should get myself sponsors. Ciao

WHY

2004-09-18T08:52:00.000-07:00

It's been quite a while since an emcee comes out with lyrics that actually mean shit. I'm not a big fan of Jadakiss but his rhymes for this song is excellent. It's not perfect cuz he still strays sometimes, but that makes it more real I guess. Word up.

Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets
Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt
And why them dudes ain't ridin' if they're part of your set
And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death
Yea, and why they gon give you life for a murder
Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it's goin down
Why they sellin' niggaz CD's for under a dime
If it's all love daddy why you come wit your nine?
Why my niggaz ain't get that cake
Why is a brother up North better than Jordan
That ain't get that break
Why you ain't stackin' instead of tryin' to be fly
Why is rattin' at an all time high
Why are you even alive
Why they kill Tupac n' Chris
Why at the bar you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin Cris'
Why them bullets have to hit that door
Why did Kobe have to hit that raw
Why he kiss that whore
Why

All that I been givin'
Is this thing that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that
Try'd to make it my way
But got sent on up the highway
Why, oh why
Why they do me like tha

Why would niggaz push pounds and powder
Why did Bush knock down the towers
Why you around them cowards
Why Aaliyah have to take that flight
Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari
Why he take that bike
Why they gotta open your package and read your mail
Why they stop lettin' niggaz get degreez in jail
Why you gotta do eighty-five percent of your time
And why do "niggaz" lie in eighty-five percent of they rhymes
Why a nigga always want what he can't have
Why I can't come through in the pecan Jag
Why did crack have to hit so hard
Even though it's almost over
Why niggaz can't get no jobs
Why they come up wit the witness protection
Why they let the terminator win the election
Come on, pay attention
Why sell in the stores what you can sell in the streets
Why I stay the hottest shit but we sellin' the least

Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar
Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it
Why they didn't make the CL6 wit a clutch
And if you don't smoke why the hell you reachin' for my dutch
Why rap, cause I need air time
Why be on the curb wit a "why lie I need a beer" sign
Why all the young niggaz is dyin
'Cause they moms at work, they pops is gone, they livin' wit iron
Why they ain't give us a cure for aids
Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days
Why you screamin' like it's slug, it's only the hawk
Why my buzz in L.A. ain't like it is in New York
Why you forcin' you to be hard
Why ain't you a thug by choice?
Why the whole world love my voice
Why try to tell 'em that it's the flow son
And you know why they made the new twenties
Cause I got all the old ones
That's why

WHY- Jadakiss

Kiss of Death 2004

2004-09-08T20:08:00.000-07:00

A: Anything Else For You , Sir?

Games Galore

2004-09-05T20:57:00.000-07:00

When music is constantly in your head, you tend to think and re-think a whole lot. Be it Jay-z or Justin hawkins or Heather Nova soothing your ears and mind, somehow or another, you have this tendency to wonder about Life's decisions and where they have brought you. Music makes you think, simply put. Therefore, I must not indulge myself too much into my i-Pod. Sometimes, thinking too much can be taxing. I've been away from the Tiger under the shelter for quite some time, and the withdrawal is definitely taking effect. i wonder what it will feel like should i decide to stop sucking on the cancer sticks. Thus thinking is currently not on my agenda. What to do when you try not to think about things that matter? Play games, of course. be it on your PS2, Xbox, PC or even your latest Nokia mobile. Playing games is the best way to rid yourself of all logical thinking. Thus, when I'm on the move, I've got my sennheiser's plugged into my ears, and my fingers busily pressing on my 6600. Latest craze - Daidi on Nokia. And if I'm at home, I just lie down in front of the tube, and play Winning Eleven 7 (Euro Edition Final Upgrade) till I fall asleep. That my friends is the ultimate high when you're sober.

Money Money Money

2004-09-05T20:51:00.000-07:00

If not for its Sports coverage, I would rate the New Paper to be the worst paper in Singapore. Whereas, Today and Streats are so called Tabloid-styled newspapers, the New Paper is definitely a tabloid paper. Even then, The New Paper usually keeps me company every time I have to take the train or bus.

And so, some readers might ask, why now? Afterall these years, why the sudden interest in tackling a topic such as this? The New Paper on Sunday, dated 5/9/04, that's why. The article that was featured on this date could not come at a worse time. YSL, Young Single and Loaded. To make things worse, the article came fully loaded with pictures, to make you (or me actually) green with envy. All these at a time, when my money is at an all time low.

Still, rage in control, I read the article featuring the bluddy bastard who was also on the cover of the paper. The said person is Andrew Poh, thirty one years of age, an interior consultant who's earning a 'modest' S$10,000 plus per month. He stays (by himself), in a S$450,000 1185 sq feet duplex in Upper Paya lebar which he had pumped S$100,000 for renovations. The toilet which is equipped with a bath tub with massage jets, overlooks the bar. Oh wait, did I mention that he has another house in Balestier (Bought for S$800,000, renovated for the same amount). He owns a 52 inch Plasma in his bluddy bedroom and also has Bang & Olufsen installed throughout his house.He collects expensive watches (no not rolexes and tag heuers...more to Chopard and I should believe Patek Phillipe), invests in paintings(pretentious muthafucka) and has a wardrobe packed with Gucci and Hugo Boss. (I have this feeling that he's gay) Oh yah, by the way, he was once a Manhunt winner. Definitely gay. Hopefully gay cause I think a man's pleasure should have its limitations, and that God in one way or another is always fair.

I'm a little bit too materialistic for my own good. I love any advancements in consumer technology, good food, designer labels and good night outs. Simply put, I love living the high life. The problem is, I don't earn S$10,000 plus per month. In fact, I don't even earn S$5,000/- per month. In bluddy fawkin' fact, my girlfriend and I don't even have a combined income of S$5,000 per month. If that's the case, then how can my life ever be financially stable. My girlfriend and I - We're not the Gucci-donning, Lawry's chomping and Lexus-driving types but neither are we the Giordano, Coffeeshop and forever in a bus types. Our expenses are below high-life yet definitely above thrifty. She has her Mango addiction and I have my Techno, Magazine, Top Man addiction. Both of us have a 'Don't go back until we end up in a club" addiction. The bane of all this is after midnight taxi rides.

It pains me whenever I think about money. Probably that is why, I finish it everytime I have it. TOTO is definitely a solution, but what are the bluddy chances. I've never even won the consolation prize in a lucky draw. To hell with people who say that money is not everything. That's because they have money. I've got expectations of an ambitous person, but I have the ambitions of a person with low expectations.

Alas, whatever I say,I have S$3.20 in my bank, and my next pay won't come until 12th September. How I survive each month, I don't know. the most important thing is, I enjoy the first week after i got my pay to the maximum. To hell with the other 3 weeks, cuz my smile would usually lasts till then. But till when, right?

The Problem with Singapore Idol

2004-09-04T12:43:00.000-07:00

I've tried to control myself, but I think it's time I emancipate the slaves of my torture and misery. After waiting eagerly for Singapore Idol, I am nothing but disappointed. The highly anticipated show is just crap. The show is filled with un-necessary gimmicks (and that includes the 4 bluddy judges, or main cast, as I would rather say)

Let's start with the judges then. Even before there was any rumour of Singapore Idol, my friends and I have imagined who the judges would be. The first name that came to mind for everyone is none other than Najib Ali. The rest of the cast/judges can just support his antics. In Singapore's case, there can only be two type of judges. One that is just fairly credible in the Music /TV/Radio Industry but highly entertaining, with a very sharp tongue and equally witty mind (think Najib and Kumar) or a judge who is very credible in the media industry, with success stories all around him, but not very entertaining yet able to give statistically accurate and factual comments (think..hmmm...Singapore...high credentials in the industry...success stories...none). And so the decision should have been obvious or so we thought. The four judges that we have are either totally faded from the spotlight or was never in the spotlight. Let's break them down.

Dick Lee: Excellent musician playing his bit part in making folk songs for Singapore (now wait a minute, I thought we lookng for the Singapore POP idol). he certainly has lived up to his Mad China Man status. However, has been quiet until Singapore idol came along. Dick Lee's taste in music is too narrow, and probably to avant garde, to enable him to point out a talent that is good to the masses.

Florence Lian: Radio DJ who did good in one way or another. Hmm...that's it I believe. Has absolutely no credentials in the music industry, apart from choosing adult contemporary music for the old chaps to listen. The only reason she's chosen is probably just to re-ignite her limelight that never was there in the first place

Douglas Oliveiro: Rock star extraordinaire, in local terms at least. the only judge, whom I believe deserves a place in the panel. Even though, he's out of the limelight, he's still rocking hard at Bar-None, meaning he knows a thing or two about current music interests. he, to me, is the Paula Abdul of Singapore idol.

Ken Teo: Boy, where do I begin? Where as Simon Cowell was the guy that you'd love to hate, but can't help but love, Ken teo is simply the guy you hate so much that all the love you might have for the show will go away. If I'm not wrong he's the A&R for some company that processed Stefanie Sun, and some other Chinese artistes, who by the way apart form a song or two, never made it big. So what's his credentials? I mean don't tell me just because a film-maker makes 10 crap films, he's entitled to be a judge to an Acting Competition. Crap. ken Teo might just be one of the main reasons Singapore Idol is crap.

Individually, these judges are still acceptable (Ken teo, an exception). However, when they're part of the panel, they ooze so much crap, it's quite impossible to watch Singapore Idol without having to cringe. (And I haven't come to the participants yet). Th ecomments they make are totally not professional. Not even one of them has ever made a detailed constructive comment on the participant. it's quite obvious, that they are judging (or so they call it) the participants based on personal opinions. To make it far, in Singapore Idol, you have to look good and able to sing. I always thought that, if you're looking for a Pop idol, who can go far, release an album or two and have at least a minimum number of groupies, you must look okay, and sing very very well. At least, that's my definition of an idol. Some people laugh at the thoughts of boy bands like BSB, Nsync or Blue even, but the thing is, this boy-toys can really sing (think Brian, JC and Lee). It's always a plus when you're a looker, but most importantly you have to sound good. So far, whenever someone sings well (as compared to an ah pek in karaoke lounge), the judges will be full oohs and ahs. On my ears, I can only hear someone who is able to hold a tune, someone who might fare pretty well on a karaoke competition and that's it. So far, none of the participants have caught my ears, or eyes for that matter. The best one so far would be the butch, but she's not exactly idol material. You might think that I dont' have the credentials, but at least I spotted both Ruben and Fantasia to have high chances of winning during the auditions. Like what the writer from EMI said, most of the talented Singaporeans have been sent packing. Please lah, I've heard Imran, Rozi and Fik (though I donno how far he will go) sing many times, and they are definitely better than at least half of the final 30. Imran, in particular, is a waste.

Only the deaf have the right to say that his voice is not one of a kind. he has stage presence, he mingles well with the crowd, and most importantly, he looks good when he sings. In fact, he already has a fan-base without having to go far in the competition. Imran, you're too good for the competition. I'm serious.

Of course, I'm a little bit biased. A competition that big a scale, without my number one local singer, is just unwarranted. We know that Hadi can make a bang, if he really wanted to, in Singapore Idol. And his following includes both the RnB fans and the Chinese who dunno shit bout music (thankz to Devilz bar). Too bad then.

It's quite obvious that the four judges are not the only ones who make decisions onwho goes and who stays. The programme is after all a business, and they will make decisions that can only heighten their profit-taking. Let's hope that when they say we're the ones who decide (the votes), they really mean it. Is anyone keeping tabs?

So enough of the CCCrush type of winners. We need to show that Singapore does have talent. Our neighbouring countries know this, but that's only cuz they cross the borders to attend our regular gigs and shows. it's our country men who doesn't. Let's have Asian Idol, without winning the Singapore Idol having to be a pre-requisite. Cuz if that is the case, then we all would probably end up in shame.

In conclusion, I have stopped watching Singapore Idol after the auditions. it's jus too much to handle having to listen to mediocre singers, and to top it up, listening to the judges' comments on how good they were. I don't care how negative or rude the judges can be, but the thing is as hard as they try, they're just not snappy enough. I believe that you can just dump Glenn Ong, Rod Monteiro and Flying Dutchman as the judges, and I bet with You they will do a much better job.

Here's my choice of judges: Najib Ali (the Simon), Jacintha (the Paula) and Sheikh Haikel (the good taste/and the Randy, if you must)

For now, I urge all you to give Singapore Idol a pass, and watch 80'an Gerek, which is a much better programme. Their segment of Karaoke Gerek-Seh, is 10 times bettetr than Singapore Idol, I swear. To all the local talents who's elimination is unjustified...and to those who just found Singapore Idol not worthy of their time..(I'm going to Caldecott Hill...like what the fuck...take 93, everyone also can go). Peace

All Hell will break looose

2004-08-31T18:41:00.000-07:00

I'm a very happy man today. For after a dismal performane by Man Utd on Monday, the fans have nothing else to do but rejoice. While Everton was trying their best to keep out the goals from Man Utd, a certain someone from Everton is sneaking his way into Man Utd. And that certain someone is none other than the brightest teenager in British football, Wayne Rooney.
Now Man Utd is back with their 4 striker-formula, two of which are fighters like no other. All hail to true devils at heart, Wayne Rooney and Alan Smith. You can see it in their eyes that they're made for Man Utd.
I must admit Arsenal is reigning, but people tend to forget that Devils are best when they come from below. Glory Glory.

Crap Career

2004-08-25T05:03:00.000-07:00

I used to ponder a whole lot on what's gonna if I were to quit my job. it's quite obvious that I don't enjoy what I'm doing, but I'm not sure whether my life in the near future can handle a change in career, especially since it means I would probably face a major pay cut.
However, due to certain recent happenings, I am now bent to quit my job as soon as I'm able to. Being what I am, I live in constant fear whenver I'm off duty. fear of getting into trouble, fear of meeting undesired people and so on and so forth. It really irks me that some people simply don't understand. How some people think I'm a coward. My mum always says, "Han keluar tu jaga jaga, kau bawak anak orang." People who really know me, know that if it's only my life that's concerned, I don't really give a damn. (nak langgar, langgarlah), but my life has revolved in such a way that what happens to me, can affect a whole lot of other people. So as much as I can, i try to take care of my own backside, and avoid having to face undesired situations.
Doing what I do, and after attending to many crimes of passion, greed and violence, I have concluded that one of the main reasons that people become victims of Crime is that they always think it will never happen to them.
And after listening to what some people have to say about my fears and paranoia, I've decided enough is enough. I don't want to know where badass neighbourhoods are and neither do I wanna know about places notorious for crimes. I wanna walk free.
Of all people, you're the one who thinks so lowly of me. Of all people you're the one who can't understand the paranoia I go through with the knowledge and experiences that I have. You think I'm giving excuses. I think I made a mistake by being in this job.
3 years more...and then I'll be an aimless slacker again. hehe as if...

Of Idol and EPL

2004-08-15T10:06:00.000-07:00

After watching the 2nd episode of Singapore Idol, I must say that I am less than impressed. The
contestants are fine, even though they appear to be a little bit too gimmicky. Gurmit Singh,
surprisingly, is coping quite well in Seacrest's shoes. It's the judges that really irk me. What's up
with Ken Teo? He acts as if he's been producing top acts all these years. Top acts in Singapore
Heh. Whats with the specs and the much lesser than snappy comments? Like what my
girlfriend said, everyone's trying to do a Simon. And their taste in vocals really sucks. Mediocre
voices are heard as 'mesmerizing', and great vocals are said to be overflowing with
overconfidence. Crazy.

Furthermore the President's Star Charity Gimmicks are, well, gimmicky. I'm not being
insensitive, but please, it's a singing contest, not a busking contest. I think the scriptwriter
mixed up Singapore idol with True Courage. I honour those who managed to muster courage to
go to the auditions but the producers didn't really have to give them a 15 minute special just for
ratings' sake.

And the worst feeling I get while watching Singapore Idol, is knowing that there are definitely
better singers who for one reason or another (lazy to go for auditions, tied to a label, or lupa
lyrics!!!) are not going to be featured in the competition's Top 20. I still think that the choice of
judges could have been better. I mean, how could you have omitted Najib Ali? He has great
taste in music, is very much into showcasing local talents, and most importantly has a witty
mind and a sharp tongue. Let's just hope, they'll make amends in the next season.

Enough of that. the EPL has finally started. Man Utd, as always, begins with a shaky start with a
very 2nd-stringed line-up. Wayne Rooney could really perfect the broth, but coughing up 30 mil for a teenager with one year left in his contract is, I have to say, too much to ask for. However, if Man Utd is really serious on going back to their winning ways, they would have to make such a sacrifice.

Furthermore, there's only one good striker left in the squad (Alan Smith). I've basically given up
hope on Diego Forlan. It's gonna take Nilsterooy around 2 months before he's fully fit and here's rumours that Louis Saha might be out for the whole season. Thus, we've got two choices. Either we get the striker we've been longing for (Rooney) or, get a short term solution (Morientes or whoever). Whatever it is, Man utd MUST get another striker. If not, it'll be very difficult for Man Utd to give a credible challenge for the title. I mean look at bluddy Chelsea for goodness' sake. Too much, simply too bluddy much. Phuckas.

Maybe, man Utd could get a surprise signing in Zlatan Ibrahimovic or just rely on the new fledgelings, even though they've yet to prove themselves. It's Man Utd vs Chelsea tonight, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I must say, playing at Stamford Bridge, and with most of their players (starplayers) fit, Chelsea definitely has the edge. Man utd will be lucky enough to escape with a draw. Still, I'm rooting for a win, cuz if them no.1 Man Utd fan doesn't hope for a win, then who will? Glory Glory.

* And for those suckas who's luffin uz Man utd lost, I must say you guys dunno what football really is. Man Utd played well today, albeit the silly mistake. And Chelsea? For all the stardom, I think they never managed more than 5 passes in the game. Arsenal is simply godamnit...We'll see how it goes then.

Dedicated to Miss Maryjane

2004-08-10T01:09:00.000-07:00

Here's a song for my dearest Maryjane...Till we meet again,

Well I been thinking bout the future
But I'm too young to pretend
It's such a waste to always look behind you
Should be lookin' straight ahead

Yeah, I'm gonna have to move on
Before we meet again
Yeah, it's hard
If you had've only seen

10.34: Flinders Street Station
I'm lookin' down the tracks
Uniformed man askin' am I paid up
Why would I wanna be that?

Yeah gonna have to move on
Before we meet again
Yeah it's hardIf you had have only seen
Take control
Don't be afraid of me
'Cause every once in a while
You think about if your gonna get yourself together
You should be happy just to be alive
And just because you just don't feel like comin' home
Don't mean that you'll never arrive

Move On
Jet

The Fear of Amnesia (Loss of Memory-in GB)

2004-08-10T00:46:00.000-07:00

Nowadays, my source of music is always lagging, thus putting a standstill to my "fill up my iPod' mode. And it doesn't help that I'm using a PC with 15GB (of which, only 1 GB is left), to store songs to fill up a 40GB iPod. I feel so insecured and paranoid whenever I have to delete the many songs that I've acquired. What if my iPod crashe? Like I said to some who asked, "let's just hope Apple makes iPods like how they make G5's."

Anwyiz, RnB lovers out there, a good song to hear right now is A-Keys, "If I ain't got U", featuring Usher. It's still the exact same song but with Usher dropping a verse and some hooks. Nice.

Another song that's worth to be recommended is Anthony Hamilton's My first Love, a duet with Latoia Williams. What can I say, I'm a sucker for duets, especially if it's got somethin' to do with my own relationship. Gua Mat Jiwanglah Brader.

My mum has started commenting bout my tummy. Haha. I think it's time to hit the gym for a super strict workout regime. Yeah right. Well, as they say, at least the idea was there. Time to reduce my intake of chicken and rice, and also time to stop searching for the Tiger under the tree. Guess I'll have to stick to what is absolutely vanilla. Sweet.

And So I'm Back, From Outer Space

2004-08-07T17:41:00.000-07:00

As some might know, the reason that I've not been blogging is that I'm currently in a "fill up your iPod" mode. I'm a man possessed. It's fortunate that my girlfriend has good taste (or knew my taste) in a sense that she chose the 40GB iPod, instead of the miserly 4GB iPod mini. The mini might be half the size, but the iPod is 10x bigger in memory. If she had gotten me the Mini, it would have been filled up by now. All in a spanof less than 2 weeks, and mind you I started from a collection of zero. TheiPod, aside from its battery & battery meter, has been great. Well organised, Human technology, Good sound even with average earphones. Andnothing beats strutting around town with a pair of white earphones pluggedin your ears, and a tiny clip with an apple logo, always visible to the masses. Suddenly I got my groove back.

The last time I had a portable audio player, it was a Sony MD Player, which coincidentally went missing after I decided to lend it to my girlfriend,ehem...ehem. The MD was a mess. reason is it downloaded songs from the PCin Real Time. Kau giler kaper. With the iPod, all I have to do is arrangemy songs in iTunes, via playlist or albums, and then jus sync it up. Voila.As such, putting songs into my iPod is a breeze. It's such a breeze that Ilay in bed all day doing it. Click, Click, Click, Zzz, Zzz, Zzzz, Click Click Click, Zzz, Zzz, Zzz Click Click CLick, Eat Eat Eat, Click Click Click. And thanks to Yan, who introduced me to soulseek (eh aku nye ProductPlacement pun..iPod, ipod Minilah, Sony MD lah, Soulseeklah), "acquiring"music has never been this easy and more importantly, this organised. Bertubi-tubi albums. It gets rather sentimental when the albums are classics, of which their CD's I've already lost, like 2Pac's All Eyez on Me(Still tryna get me against the World), Biggie's Ready to Die, Nas' iLLmatic, Fugees' The Score, A Tribe called Quest's Beats, Rhymes and Lifeand also Classic albums that I never had, like Stevie Wonder's DefinitiveCollection and Jackson 5's ultimate Collection. Excellent.

And so, one of the many albums that I managed to acquire was none other than Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill. After listening to her first note, I realised how much I missed her- Lauryn I mean. Most of us know that she went thru depression after winning many accolades for her first solo album.And then the unplugged came. it was good but not 'Mis-education' good. Newsis she's currently in the studios recording a highly-anticipated album. Well, someone's gotta give A. Keys and Beyonce a run for their money. Don'tget me wrong. I lurve Hot and talented girls but nothing beats a girl whosemind works 24/7 and whose voice expresses the deepest soul and whose wordsawakens your slightest ignorance. Hurry back Lauryn.

I digressed.

I also realised that, being with music almost everytime I'm outdoors, I'm suddenly inclined to get back to being updated in music. For a while, Iwas oblivious to what's happening in the music world. And by music world, Idon't just mean Britney and Justin. That's Pop Town. The depth of the iPod(and the convenience of the internet) has given me an opportunity to listen to bands of old. Those that I've always heard of but never listened to. Ithas given me an opportunity to once again decipher lyrics, not only those from nas, 2pac and Biggie ( and Q-Tip) but even from bands like radiohead,Black Sabbath and The Hives. I'm talking world-muthafuckin-wide Music. From Search to Darkness, From 2pac to Marvin Gaye. From Sheila Nicholls to Lauryn Hill.
Still, nothing bops my head more than Pop. And that's not cuz I have bad taste. it's just that, the world has revolved in such a way that now Pop isactually Hip-Hop, like it or not. It seems that nowadays, the absence ofpolitical rappers like Public Enemy and Nas (I know he's got God's Son, andthe upcoming God's Stepson), or Poetic rappers like Tupac and Q-tip are so apparent that it becomes a norm. Nowadays cats like Ludacris, Jay-Z (asidefrom the Black Album) and Ja rule are pumpin out music thats tired yet always inviting. You can't deny it, Hip-hop has gone mainstream and is lovin' it.And so herein lies my love for Hip-Hop. Hip-Pop nowadays.

Then again, when you think about it, as much as people say that Hip- Hop is pretentious, with their loud clothes, uncalled for accent, tired lyrics,similar beats and knack of sampling every god-damn music ever produced, Hip-hop is sophisticated. Hip Hop is like England- A good football team with really bad fans, even if it's just a fraction of the lot. Hip-hop is away of Life. And for people who don't understand this way of life, they simply won't understand the music. The Clothes, the swagger, the facial expression, the drink, the way you drink, the way you wear your hat. it's all part of the deal. It's a package. I'm not talking bout baggy clothesand bling blings. Hip-Hop evolves thru time, and fashion for that matter(heh). Those people you see in trains, with bandanas and Phat Farm's and loud basketball shoes, with an anchor for a pendant, they're not keepin it real, they're just stuck somewhere in the timeline, prolly somewhere in the South (together with lil Jon and nelly). Of course, I'm speaking in local context. You've seen them. Made you laugh, didnt they?

It's funny but ever since I knew Hip-Hop, the songs have always been graded by who is listening to what. Back in the days, the guys would get out ofthe dancefloor as quickly as they can whenever songs like "Ride the train"or other Miami-based sounds blare thru the speakers. Leave that to the girls and the Indians. And when Wu-Tang or Nas starts blaring, we all startbumpin. And when 112 starts grindin', the guys hope to get lucky. it's funny but at that point of time it was an unwritten rule of being cool in a club. Nowadays, it's almost the same but because Hip-hop has gotten so mainstream, purists have to really filter out songs to make sure they protect their rep in the game. Image is part of the package.

Nowadays, with the uninvited 'Anak Metros' listening and loving Hip- Hop, and coming out with their own standard dance moves, Good songs can easily become tasteless and overplayed. Good songs (in actual fact) like Always onTime, Bonnie and CLyde and Baby Boy have all been ostracised because of these fraction of fans who are simply tasteless. Their favourite artistes?Beyonce and DC, Ashanti and Jah Rule, Eminem, Ludacris and Lil Jon, and Missy E. So where's that thin line to differentiate personal taste and public opinion? In my opinion, there's none. That is why at one point oftime, I gave up hope, and just listened to anything pop that made me bop. Justin timberlake would be a classic example. Boy Band turned Micheal jackson protege (in his hey days of course). Interestingly one of the glaring similarities or opposite (whichever way you'd like to view it) that they have is that while MJ was a black guy trying to be white, JT was a white guy trying to be black. Social acceptance has evolved through Hip-Hop.

And then comes the part of understanding Hip-Hop. In Singapore arty- fuckz seem to think that Rap and R&B are a disgrace to music in general. When I say Arty-fuckz, I mean Zoukettes who listen to DnB (which, in actual fact, evolved from Hip Hop, like trip-Hop) or other alternative music listeners of Darkness, Coldplay, Radiohead, Muse, The Hives and what have you's. LikeI said, if you don't understand the lifestyle, you simply won't understand the music. They seem to think that they are most updated in fashion and music. In fact, I don't really deny that.

They think they're the sophisticated ones. But so what. "I'm Rick James, Bitch". DnB and all other electros, to me, is just glorified techno. I must say, they've got a style of their own, and it amazes me to see how some people (sememangnye merekaMelayu) dance with such grace to music with no melody. Almost all other music 'sub-culture' think that hip-hoppers in Singapore are a joke. I don'tblame them. Looking at these kids with their Bling Blings, Baseball caps. bandanas and And 1's, I can't help but laugh. I, who was once them and in away still in the game of Hip-Hop. But hey, if 80's fashion could make a comeback right after the turn of the millenium, why can't the prime days ofHip-Hop do the same. Of course, sometimes, I believe that because there are kids still wearing like that, the now 'ol skool' group are trying their very best to look as different from them as possible. I did the exact thing in 2000. Some pull it off, some just don't.

Wait a minute, was I talkingabout music or fashion. Whatever. It's all the same to me. Singapore is not only multi-cultured, it is also multi sub-cultured. For me, good music comes with good words. Good instruments come with good voice. I think that if I could have luved DnB, I would have initially had a luv for classical music. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to compare the two, I'm just stating my preference and defending it (not that I'm defensive over it).

After a sudden hiatus from the music scene, I'm back to the tune of Mase's Welcome Back. How apt. I've got a whole lot of catchin up to do. Right now, Jamie Cullum makes the difference in my day, Usher gets me shoutin' Yeah and Radiohead still leaves me High and Dry. I'm blended.

Now I'm back to trying to be so-called musically-inclined and musically well-informed. thanx to my iPod (thanks to my gf) and Blender (and Stuff magazine). The attitude inside me has always been the same, but now my swagger shows it off. Thanks to my iPod. I wonder if it will do the same to my blogging (in a period where it seems that everyone has decided to stop blogging). Well, looking at this bluddy long essay, it just might.

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EAT MY SHORTS

2004-07-24T23:16:00.000-07:00

And so my Bday is here...and all I gotta say is..My darling gf bought me one f the best presents a boyfriend could get. A fawking 40gb iPod.....Lu orang isap sua. The nday was the usual Hip-Hop shitzer. SRJ...hope u make it fer the chalet...coz that's the party I'm waiting fer...eh bukan party.... gathering...I need to get the apple USB cable...Ciao

Thank You Baby ku shantik sexy macam mak enon.

AND IT AIN'T OVER TILL SIX IN THE PAGI

2004-07-22T00:52:00.000-07:00

And so after almost 10 years, I have finally stepped into Kuala Lumpur. For those who don't know, my sis and family are staying somewhere off KL, in PutraHeights. Hence, I'm here for a visit. Well, it still looks the same to me, contrary to popular belief. Of course there's the magnificient KLCC/Twin Towers, but I'm not much into architecture.

I was in Petaling St last night. That's my haven. Gua memang pebret barang-barang ciplak tapi nampak macam betul. And as alwiz, I bought nuthin' for myself, and bought my bitch a pair of shoes and 2 pairs of raybans. I'm planning to go back there, if I still have emoney left, and get myself a top grade ciplak Frank Muller's. Best part of tht night...Just when we were about to go home, a fight broke out amongst the store-holders (I think). Samalah sundelz. Boat Quay ke Petaling St ke, It's the same style. Grab the nearest thing to you, act like you can't wait to hit the guy, but in actual fact, you're always stnding behind someone, and always trying to reach him from an unreachable distance. Still, as i wasn't in my own 'kampung', I got the hell out of there. Crazy.

My sister's house is nice. Reminds me of Perth cause it's so open and windy. Excellent. Most of the time, I'm lazing around, watching DVD's. Finally I got to watch LOTR-Return of the King and *yawn* Harry Potter-Prisoner of Azkaban and enjoying the serenity. Excellent. I don't even feel like going out to *yawn*, the Orrchard road of Kuala Lumpur.

I also got to drive my brother-in-laws, Kelisa, and I must say it's a good car. A few changes here and there, it can look humbly close to a mini-cooper. Malaysian drivers are surprisingly patient, but still extremely reckless, like some Arab dude I know who's heading off to Aussie as I type. Take care, brudder.

Ok, so I'll be back tomorrow at around 2300hrs. After that, I'll be spending my bday with the gang (or whatever's left of it), and of coz with my dearest feeza..

Alritey then, I can't believe, I'm in an internet cafe. Have never ever been in any in Singapore even. Siaks. I'll make my move. Miss You babe. Ciao

The New Germany

2004-07-04T13:50:00.000-07:00

As destiny would have it, the underdogs won the game. Portugal played crap foot ball today, crumbing under the pressure. Figo did the Beckham. I just don't understand how a captain can be so uninspiring in such an important game. Greece played just like the Germany of old. Boring, irritating but highly effective. Still, Portugal can finish the tournament with their heads held high, cuz (minus the opening and closing matches), they played the best football in the tournament. Some might it say it was Czech, or Holland or England for that matter, but in my opinion the Portuguese were the most attractive and balanced,

Yet again, Portugal came so close yet so far. The expressionless faces of Rui Costa and Figo (the remaining few of the Golden Generation), after the final whistle says it all. They had all the potential, all the talent and yet with no silverware to prove. Ronaldo's tears summed up Portugal's Demise.

Still, all is not lost. The Euro cup, unlike the boring World Cup of recent years, have always produced excellent matches and Fairy Tale endings. And, as always, I'll always be behind my favourite international team, Portugal...(and Holland...and England-by default) Whatever.

The tournament has ended and the fever will soon subside. Good news, it's mere weeks before the EPL starts aagain. So far, Man Utd has bought Gabriel Heinze of Argentina and a 17 year old Spanish defender by the name of Gerard Pique. All they need is one more signing, a big money signing probably around 20 million pounds (or more), and it comes in the name of WAYNE ROONEY. My fingers are crossed. Till the Premier League then.

High on the Opiate Clouds, that's where we belong

2004-07-03T13:13:00.000-07:00

Being on the other side of the unlawful, I've become one of the more responsible (if not the most responsible) amongst my friends (no hard feelings guys..I'm jus honest..hehe) Of course, with that statement, i'm also trying to say that I'm leading a very boring life (and no this has got nothing to do with my relationship). All I'm trying to say is that, I miss being in another world where there are no straight lines, no mirrors that tell the truth and no speeches that are not important (if you get what I mean). I miss the world where, no paper should be wasted and incense, joss
sticks and air fresheners are life savers. Where you get locked jaws without being punched, and everything you eat has a chewing gum texture. Where the most serious can become the funniest, and the most slapstick can become a political issue. I miss those times when I can build a sound design in my head, in every song I hear or have Jerry Garcia playing in my ears.
So let me imagine these moments, as I fly high on the opiate clouds, and let you people enjoy the moments while I slumber in reality.

2004-06-29T02:09:00.000-07:00

A Birthday For the Reality TV idiots

2004-06-29T02:08:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday Mr. Presidennnt

2004-06-29T02:07:00.000-07:00

Happy Bday Huda

2004-06-29T02:06:00.000-07:00

feeling DC

GIVE IT A REST

2004-06-29T01:07:00.000-07:00

Why is it that outsiders keep talking bout me and Fixa or even Nad and Atim, as if we were Posh and Becks? I wonder, seriously, if Fiza and I did go on our seperate ways, how would that make their lives better? Pelik tapi Benar betul lah. What satisfaction do they get spreading rumors (or truth) and hope that their words won't fall on deaf ears? Wahai budak budak yang perangai betul macam budak-budak, pergi lah buat keje lain, jangan kacau ketenteraman orang. Ehem ehem.

And I don't understand why it has to be anonymous. If you really have a point to prove, then start with "Hello my name is...". It just makes you more credible. if you think that Fixa (or Nad) are in the worst relationships of their lives, and you sincerely wanna help, then this is the least that you could do. Don't you have your own life to take care of? How does us breaking up make your life better? I can see how it can make your life worse though. Who knows, with me being single and since you very much believe that I'm the screwing around type of guy, I mite just end up screwing someone you're close to...be it girlfriend, sister, boyfriend, mum...hehe.

For now, please stay off the case. Me and Fixa are happy the way we are. You can go ahead and be happy just the way you are. if you're not happy the way you are, apply for Extreme Makeover or kill yourself. Either ways, its got nothing to do with me, her, them and this blog.

On a more lighter note, I'm faced with another predicament. Holland vs Portugal. Damn it. However, I've decided that I should be rooting for Portugal, cuz Holland has a dick for a coach. yeap, it's true. Dic Advocaat is a Dick. Hopefully, though, Ruud Van Nilsterooy will manage to get the golden boots. Hence, I'm rooting for this to be a high-scoring draw, which will end up in a penalty shoot-out, inwhich Nilsterooy will miss the penalty and Portugal will emerge victorious through the heroics of Ronaldo, Figo and Ricardo. Enjoy the match people, whle I slump away at work. DAMNIT!!!!1

ADRENALINE RUSH

2004-06-24T15:11:00.000-07:00

A typical incident could sum up the passion of the Portugal-England match, and that is Jamal pouring Hamzah's Orange juice onto the floor after England had their equalizer disallowed. Jamal...for the emo in him.
Clear enuff, Jamal was a true blue England fan. Lucky for us he didn't haf any of my tranquilizer juice...if not all hell would have broken loose. hehe. (No worries Jamal, at least kau dah improve..tak keluar kereta in the middle of the road)
I'd have to say, it's been a long time since I felt this way, watching a soccer match. To be more precise, I have not felt this way ever since Man Utd beat Bayern in the Champions League Final. Fawking excellent.
For those who don't know, Portugal and England are two of my 3 favourite teams in Europe. But I decided on Portugal straight after they conceded the early goal. portufal deserved to win. Their defense was resolute. Their midfield was complete. Only the strikeforce was below average.
The main problem with England was that, they pinned their hopes on an 18 year old debutant. And when he limped off the field, England seemed to have lost direction.
I shal not talk much about the game. It's just fucking indescribable. Rui Costa's ectra time goal, Lampard's extra time equaliser...Mana nak dapat siul...
Still, whatever it is, England gave a credible performance, but they were playing with the hearts of two instead of three lions when they didn't really have to. I'm disappointed in Scholes for being invinsible, in Beckham for just being a captain on paper and with Gary Neville for not being an idiot (not a typo..I was hoping that he would fuck up) Portugal deserved to win and hail to Scolari for making all the rite changes, including changing Figo.
Note to Jamal...Jgn marah marah...I totally understand how you feel, but that's just too bad ain't it. Heh...Mr Emocore. BIatCH!!!
Next up Holland's triumph and France's upset. It's gonna happen.

Dashboard Confessional

2004-06-22T23:38:00.000-07:00

I was in Hamzah's car yesterday, together with Jamal and Malu. As usual I was treated to their brand of music on the stereo. Darkness, and some songs that all three of us were trying to categorise: House, trip hop and yadda yadda yadda. And then, Somebody changed the track and this beautiful song came out. I dunno what it was tapi emo gila babi siak. They, then, told me that it was Dashboard Confessional. I'm indie-ignorant. From then on we were trying to figure out how the band got its name. Of course, when the SRJ tries to figure out somehting, we tend to throw logic out of the window.
Anywiz, I snooped around and found this lyric by the said band. I guess it's self-explanatory.

The Sharp Hint Of New Tears"

On the way home,
this car hears my confessions.
I think tonight I'll take the long way.
This weather.
The wind outside is biting.
It has left me feeling tired & exposed.
You've been asking me to bleed.
It seems these kinds of questions
They come too easy to you now.
Your lack of shame comes naturally.
I should not be suprised.
I should have seen it sooner.

You expect me to apologize
for things that you've done wrong.
While you're inciting others.
You're owning up to nothing
and I wish that I was gone,
because you're not going anywhere.

This damp air
is fighting my defroster.
My sighs they ring victorious
& fog this tinted glass.
It's clouded
& so is my head.
The hint of these new tears are sharp.
I try to choke them back.
But it's useless.
I am useless against them.
They are beating me with ease.

On the way home
this car hears my confessions.
I think tonight I'll take the long way.

-Dashboard Confessional-

THE PREDICAMENT

2004-06-22T23:16:00.000-07:00

After a masterclass performance by England and a credible performance by Portugal, 2 out of 3 of my favourite teams are in. The inly problem is, and I really, really hate this fact, is that Portugal will be meeting England for the quarters. Fuckedongdong man. I guess i'll have to watch the game as a neutral.
As for Holland, I'm still keeping my fingers crossed. Germany must not win (against a second-fiddle Czech), and Holland, must win of course.

The good thing about Euro 2004, so far:
1. Portugal's in
2. England's in
3. Wayne Rooney is blooming
4. Cristiano Ronaldo is blooming
5. I get to see European girls jumping around
6. I get to see European man crying
7. I get to stay up late and sleep at work

The bad thing about Euro 2004, so far:
1. France is in
2. Germany might be in
3. Holland might not get in
4. Henry is finding his form
5. No nipple slips as yet
6. I don't always get to sleep at work
7. My girlfriend's starting to feel the wrath of Euro 2004!

PLEASE HOLLAND, PLEASE CZECH...PLEEEASE!!!!!

EURO MADNESS

2004-06-21T09:38:00.000-07:00

My girlfriend seems affected that the Euro fever is snatching me away from her(hehe...you're lucky that it only starts after midnight). Hence I thought, why not just express the fever in my blog.

Euro 2004 has been taking too much of my sleep. It would have been so much easier if the good games were played at the earlier slot i.e 2350hrs. Yesterday's game between Holland and Czech had to be the best Euro game so far. It was also the game with the worst referee. Obvious penalty ignored, An uncalled-for second yellow card and an obvious red-card tackle from behind unpunished. Holland now has a slim chance of going into the quarter-finals. DAMN! Let's just hope Germany can only afford a draw with a
definite 2nd string Czech team (they're through to the quarters), and Holland win(convincingly, hopefully) against Latvia. Germany doesn't deserve to enter the quarter-finals. Portugal will win Spain tonight (PLEASE!!). I don't wanna lose interest in the competition even before the quarter-finals get started. I'm still wishing that France will go out as soon as possible, and England will stay on as long as possible. I bet Eric cantona feels the same way...hehe.

And by the way, Chelsea have a good signing in Arjen Robben. Natural left winger, skillful and robust at the same time. Excellent player for Manchester United but that's jus too bad. Manchester United should take a good look at Rafael Van der Vaart (but Man U has enough central attacking players) and Bouma (Man U bought gabriel Heinze of Argentina). This year's Euro reminds me of the one in 92 when the underdogs played with more heart and vigour than the favourites> Whatever it is, I am still a strong supporter of Holland and Portugal ...(and England) and hope that the best
is yet to come from them.

Here's a few players, that to me have been outstanding or are new
discoveries...

Deco:
Excellent central midfielder in the mould of Paul Scholes (though if form was a factor, I would say that Deco is a much better player) tends to hold the ball too long sometimes, but always able to give those inch perfect passes. He also has no qualms of running back to help the defense and most importantly, adds the right spark to Portugal's lacklustre midfield.

Cristiano Ronaldo:
Ronaldo has a path made in gold laid out for him. It's always a joy to watch him. Two-footed player, excellent dribbler and passer. His days in Manchester United, has made him into a more matured player. Even though, it's good to play him when the opponents are tiring and to add more fire in attack, I believe that Ronaldo will be just as effective if you were to play him from the start. It's amazing how this young player can settle into a game with just 15 minutes left. Manchester United gave him the sacred
no.7 and I'm sure he will prove how much he deserves it when next season comes.

Wayne Rooney:
Rooney is simply my kind of striker, (think Nilsterooy, Mark Hughes and Alan Smith..unlike Raul, Pauleta or Ronaldo). Able to hold up the ball, not afraid to get into 50-50 challenges and has a bad ass attitude. He's been the best performer in the England team, and the best part is he's only 18. I'm REALLY hoping that Manchester United will splash on this gem of a youngster.

Karel Poborsky:
This Man Utd has been is the main player in the Czech team. Nedved is good, but it's Poborsky who sees more of the ball. Surprisingly, he is a good dribbler and crosser of the ball (unlike when he was in Man Utd). He seems to have improved with age. However, it's funny that with such a tall striker (Kohler) in the team, not many of the crosses reach his head.

Bouma (Holland):
This virtually unknown defender has a good left foot and a very good, hard tackle. He gives Stam good support but like Stam, can be slow on the ground sometimes. He is a good passer of diagonal balls and is quite a threat during set pieces. How old is he?

Petr Czech:
The best keeper in the competition. Reminds me of Schmeichel. Chelsea secured his signature way before the competition. Damn.

Zlatan Ibrahimovic:
This guy is in the wrong league. He has to be the most skillful, big player in the sport, that I know of. He definitely needs a more challenging league to extend and fulfil his true potential.

Of course, they are more players who have impressed, but I didn't manage to watch all the games due to work and play. I am gonna stop here. Viva La Portugal.

*this is cut and paste by his girlfriend who just pasted it blankly.
"I felt like I was reading the Newpaper upside down" said girlfriend,24 who refuses to be indentified.."i feel neglected, I tried to attract his attention by becoming a pirate but he still prefers watching the UEFA.I am devastated and the doctor suggested theraphy."

and the story continues...ehehehehhehe.. hi b.

ALL WORK AND NO BLOG MAKES JROCK A DULL BLOKE

2004-06-17T18:27:00.000-07:00

And yet again I wonder...what's the use of keeping this blog if I've absolutely no idea what to write about. Some Arab mofo (I won't point fingers, but he's hairy and currently stuck in an obvious booby-trap, hehe) decided to pass the comment that I write to please. And for one reason or another, that kept lingering in my head the past few days. Not that I disagree with him, but I think my writings changes with my mood. Doesn't everyone's?
While, I'm not much of vocabo maximo alfonso plahbuto (master of bombastic language), I have this knack of looking deep into the most intricate of things...when I bother that is. For now, nothing has ignited my anger..And so, i find it most apt, to just blog down happy thoughts. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts...
While I'm at this, Euro 2004, so far, has been a blast. As always, I'm a Portugal and Holland fan by choice, and an England fan by default. I'm hoping will go out at one time or another, and that the cameramen will continue to focus their shots on the beautiful European women at the stands. Viva La nipple slips while cheering for a goal.
In keeping to the Daily Reads Blog traditions, I shall inform you limited readers of my blog, my plan for this beautiful Friday....
I just got back from night shift, and had only like an hour of sleep. I'm gonna have to shower soon, cuz me and mah beetch are going suntanning in Sentosa...the rad-est thing to do when you have a sexy-ass girlfriend with an eye-patch. I'm thinking, since it's so hot in my room, might as well go out and sleep under the hot sun, if that ever brought any sense.
Gotta go Now, the ma'am called from CGH

Lazy afternoons

2004-06-15T03:31:00.000-07:00

I HATE LAZY AFTERNOONS

THE WISHFUL WISH LIST

2004-06-13T12:21:00.000-07:00

I bought the recent Stuff Singapore Magazine, and got a free SS$15 movie pass (for two), to the outdoor movie screening at Fort Canning Green. Cool. Of course, the main reason I bought the mag is to skim through the latest gadgets in town. So here is my wishful wish list of the latest techno-gizmo, that I would luv to have in my room or in my pocket. (And no babe, this is not a hint list, cuz most of these things are way off the budget...I'd rather wait till I strike TOTO..hehe)

The Wishful Wish List

1. Apple Power mac G5, bundled with 20" Cinema Display. Cost: S$6000+
(saper tanak siolz)
2. Apple Imac 2, Cost: S$2599 (the substitute to no.1)
3. Apple Powerbook G4, Cost: S$5288 ( I need a change man-I'm using
a PIII 733MHz PC for goodness sake)
4. Apple IBook G4. Cost S$1988 (the most reasonably priced, excellent
laptop)
5. Nikon D70 Digital SLR Camera. Cost: S$1888 (body only---Damn!)
6. Canon EOS 300D Digital SLR Camera. Cost S$1917 (and with a 28-70mm
Lens..Cool but not as cool as no. 5, but cool enough)
7. Canon Powershot G5. Cost: S$1199
8. Any 3CCD DV Cam (Consumer ones of course)
9. Apple Ipod, the 20GB ones. Cost: S$700+, I think
10. Rio Karma, the MP3 player giving iPod a very strong challenge.
Cost:S$685

I am going Techno-Krazy!!! Oh yah, and of course I have to re-mod my PS2 above allthings, coz there a lot of games that I can't play. And rumour has it that PS3 will come in two models, one for basic gaming, and the other one bundled with Home Entertainment System...how apt. Oh yah, I'm eagerly waiting for PSP to come out.Should be getting that, I hope. That's All fer
now then.

2004-06-13T02:47:00.000-07:00

After the Party..wHere the Streets Hav No Name

2004-06-13T02:46:00.000-07:00

Tiga Jantan Pingitan

2004-06-13T02:44:00.000-07:00

Da Playas' CluB...hehe...check out that big ass bottle of Juice...Shitzer

2004-06-13T02:04:00.000-07:00

Fergie and Ashanti...puih..hehe

2004-06-13T02:01:00.000-07:00

Pharell and Chad Hugo

2004-06-11T00:19:00.000-07:00

Or u can alwiz dress for halloween...hehe

PIRATE OF THE CURRY-BOYAN

2004-06-11T00:17:00.000-07:00

Feeza's got a cut in her right cornea. And I'm quite worried for her..(tulah...tak nak dengar ckp kan?)..hehe..but I wont nag at her. I think she's worried that she might still haf to wear the patch tomorroe. Tomorroe's the Glam couple bdays by the way. Atim n Nad. And I think she's geared up for it. So the darling boyfriend went scooping around the net and found, surprisingly, some funky eye-patches on e-bay. Heehee. I think u can pass it off...who knows you might just start a fashion trend babe. Get well...Muah!!

Drunk?

2004-06-08T10:16:00.000-07:00

I am perfectly sober rite now. It's just that I'm quite tickled by the phrase, "I can't wait" which came out from nowhere. I know of ppl who think out loud, but usually that only happens verbally. I have yet to come across ppl who think out loud by typing. Funny. I trust you, but it's just so funny, it tickles. And I'm very tickish, just for the record. Heh.

RETRO SITE

2004-06-02T04:04:00.000-07:00

I found a site that contains, most of the intros to the shows that we used to watch in the 80's and early 90's. Excellent. Welcome to the RETRO-spective

BORING BORING BORING

2004-06-01T01:02:00.000-07:00

The Singapore Idol judges are out. Dick Lee, Florence Lian, the boring looking guy and Douglas O. From the four, I would say that only Douglas O appeals to me. I don't wanna take any credit from Dick Lee. He's an exceptional musician, but as a judge of the Idol phenomenon, I have my doubts. The man behind S.I stated that he was not looking for the Singapore Simon or Randy or Paula, but was looking for people with their own style. Whatever. A.I owed their success to Simon. And to me the only person whomS.I could have counted on to the same is none other than Najib Ali. Prolly the S.I people forgot that what judges say, regarding music technical terms, don't really matter in this competition. The audience vote, the judges just give hilarious critics. Sigh. Whatever.
All is not lost. I hope and plead, that my talented friends will join S.I. I have a feeling most of them can't be bothered, but I still have my fingers crossed. Hadi, Nad, Imran, Huda should and must join S.I, just to see where they stand naitonwide. Hell, even my gf should join, tapi dia action malu. Kotek. If they join, I've got their back. If not, and with the ridiculuos choice of judges, I don't think I'll be that interested in S.I. As for Gurmit Singh. Evrybody knows that he's only good as Phoa Chu Kang, so might as well let Phoa Chu Kang host the show.
And if Hadi, Nad and Imran enters, and not get past the qualifying rounds, then we all know the Singapore has bad taste in music, and has absolutely no idea what taleny really is. Confirm Ching Chong menang. Two words. PLEH KOTEK.

ABSOLUTELY VANILLA

2004-05-29T22:00:00.000-07:00

First up, I would like to say that my girlfriend is the WONDER WOMAN of the World. After a night of absolute madness, she can still get to morning shift without much problem. I was supposed to have a run at Macritchie Reservoir today. Fuck that, I ditched it but now I have to come up with an explanation letter. Heh!

I've said it before and I will say it again. Nothing beats a night of drinks, good company and conversation. Topped with U2, Metallica Depeche Mode and other old school sing-alongs, the night was almost perfect. Free lagi. It was a weird sight actually. You'd see the 'Rockers' dancing to hip-hop jams and see the one and only Hip-Hop head, singing his heart out to Unforgiven. I looked like Fred Durst on steroids. Anywiz, thanx to the one and only, Sarah Rose geng (minus KH, Hamz and Jamz-no worries we toasted to you guys), to my girlfriend for lighting up the night with her antics, to Sha being her kitten-like self---a cat from AA, that is and special thanks to ALI, the man from Planet 'I'm kebal to alcohol'.

The night was absolutely fantastic, absolutely hilarious, ABSOLUTE-ly VANILLA. Sweet.

2004-05-25T04:45:00.000-07:00

Hei MAMA

2004-05-25T04:37:00.000-07:00

Preseting, Jessica ALBA-DUT,,,My Fave

2004-05-25T04:33:00.000-07:00

Voila...but a little back-dated