Update for KL Trip

K guys, this is an update for the KL trip. So it's already confirmed, we're taking the bus from Singapore, on the morning of the 19th. The price all that, after Zal settles the hotel and everything, I'll update again ah.

This is the rough plan of the itinerary: (Zal's suggestion)

Thursday 19/6
· Reach KL.
· Settle how to go home
· Chill relax a bit, wander around KL at night
· Petaling street kape
· KLCC kape in evening

Friday 20/6
· Sunway Lagoon kape(should be there the whole day)
· at night if tired we go wonder more around kl
· Petaling street again? Its quite huge so intip abit more

Saturday 21/6
· Day can go shopping at other places
· If want can go times square
· night clubbing led by Suff

Sunday 22/6
· back to Singapore
· Last minute buys


So if any of you got any problems with the plan, don't worry, just tell me. I'll tell you to hisap bodoh anyway.

Gosh I feel like an adult!

For the first time ever, I was on the wrong side of the table. Today marked my first official Parent-Tutor Meeting. I was making my debut appearance as the Tutor and it was odd to say the least. Seriously la, you won’t be able to appreciate the efforts of our teachers until you go through it yourself. Even then, this experience pales in comparison because I was only handling a class of 8 students. Manakala, this was at least a stepping stone.

It was an entirely a different ball game (not that there was a ball in the first place) being on the other side. I had the occasional butterflies in my stomach but I guess that was expected. Still, I would rather do this a million times than having a similar experience with my future-in-laws. But then again, the damned name of this blog suggests that I should not worry about that anytime soon. Sial la kau TOWNS.

I relatively managed to calm my nerves though and waited with bated breath for the arrival of the first parent. A whole array of question were bombarded in my direction but I actually surprised myself with the ease and nature of my replies. I did a Suff a few times when I berbual dengan penuh semangat, putar-belit here and there and then forgot what the actual question was. Tapi yang penting, muka kena confident at all times. Baik ah Suff kau. That’s about the only valuable thing you taught me.

What struck me the most was the realization of the responsibilities that has been entrusted in me from the parents. It was a timely reminder that I should continue to perform my job with utmost integrity simply because of the position that I’m in. Nazir surprisingly knows the word for this. It’s called Amanah. And that’s not a girl’s name. So Nas, don’t ask me whether she’s hello or not.

At the end of the session, I actually felt genuinely old and probably, for the first time. Turning 21 does not translate to adulthood. This does.

Majulah!

The moment I reached home, I turned on the telly and was terharu at what I was seeing. The scoreline read Singapore 2 Lebanon 0 and it was merely the first half at that time. My first reaction was WOW. Obviously I was happy. In fact if not for tuition, I probably wanted to catch it live. But before I tried to jump into any further conclusions, I wanted to make a second inspection of the match and in particularly the team. These are some of my findings.

1) The new red Nike jersey looked nicer than expected, albeit damn tight fitting. You could see almost every rippling muscle movements through that thin red cloth. Nipples, veins, arteries, small intestine semua boleh Nampak. The sheer ketatness of the top actually made the Lions look more formidable than ever.

2) On the other hand, the Lebanese jersey was big, airy and its sleeves were almost ¾ style. Which made perfect sense because their badan semua mampat kebab punye. If they had worn a tight fit, it would probably bust their guts and the Lions would simply lick at the prospect of a fallen prey.

3) My favourite player of all time as well as Nas’s, Fazrul Nawaz actually started the game. And he actually scored! It was all too good to be true and the highlight reels proved that I was right. He missed a sitter in front of an empty goal and his goal came from a weak shot that took a fortuitous deflection which fooled the keeper. Tak boleh ang sehh.

4) While the game was played at the National Stadium, Singapore played like the away side for most of the match. The ball was constantly with the opposition and Singapore was guilty of giving away the ball cheaply time and time again. As a footballing side, they definitely fall short of the mark. The ball was always going long into the channels and they never really dictated the tempo of the game. The players were soild and very disciplined defensively but going forward, they just need that belief and confidence to hold the ball longer, play it in neat triangles and wait for that one killer pass instead of just punting aimless balls forward and hoping for the best.

5) Referee KAYU! Referee KAYU! Lebanon should have been given 2 clear penalties towards the end of the first half after blatant tackles from Bennett and Precious. On both occasions, I was just waiting for him to point to the spot but he really decided to be with the home team. And I swear that there was this foul throw so bad you would have thought it was AFL but again, the ref chose to ignore. Lastly, he booked Lionel Lewis for time wasting HALF A FIELD apart. That was the slackest refereeing act I’ve seen. He was in the other half of the field and nonchalantly took out the card and booked Lewis. I’m not sure Lewis even noticed it.

6) Singapore could have and should have scored a lot a lot more. They missed at least 4 gilt-edged chances in front of goal. Having said that, they always looked threatening on the break.

7) I concede that Shi Jiayi is a very good player with good feet and vision. I would rather him or Shahril Ishak pair Mustafic in the middle instead of John Wilkinson. He is a bit too English and direct for me. And please please play Khairul Amri and chuck Fazrul and Ridhuan to one side. Nas would staunchly agree with me in this one.

8) I didn’t know I can write about the Singapore team this much. Standard macam faham je.

Test test

Can you guys count? Lets find out.

Yonder ponder

So yesterday, Rai had her birthday celebration cum dinner at Meridien Hotel. Apparently, all 5 of us, namely Suff, Mus, Nas, Nazir and I were her top 30 people in her life. Which is hard to comprehend ah. I mean aku faham why I’m in, but Mus? Mus? Ah nevertheless he tagged along with us.

The build up to this event was kecoh dok. What do we wear? What shoes to match with? What, NO JEANS?? What should we get her? It felt like going to a prom all over again, but only this time without a satay. Which means it felt just like the other proms.

So we dressed up and according to Mus, public transport and well-dressed men cannot match. Plus the rain was still renjis renjis gerimis, hence we obliged. Nas took a cab, picked me and Nazir up at BP followed by Mus at freaking Woodlands and then made our way to TOWN (amacam TOWNS) via PIE. The ride was nice and all that la but there was this little red thing in front of us that was constantly running that had us a bit concerned. It looked like numbers to me and what was amazing was the rate that it was exponentially increasing. So in a bid to talk about the fare discreetly amongst ourselves, we used our birthday dates as a form of language. Like if we say it’s Nazir’s bday(12 Mar), it means that the fare has already reached 12 bucks. The fare went from Nazir’s bday to Nas‘s(13 Dec) to Jon’s (17 Dec) to Mus’s (22 July) to Suff’s(24 July). At this point, kita semua da cuak. Surely it can’t pass my birthday?! Well it turned out that it well passed my bday and into the new year too. Faham tak? The fare turned out to be 34 bucks and the funniest part was when we abruptly stopped the taxi just before we were about to pass the ERP gantry.

Mus : Ah uncle can just stop here.

Uncle : (terkejut dan terpegun) HERE?? I thought you said go straight… sure?

Us : Sure sure Uncle. This is the perfect place to stop.

Padahal it was a bit off our destination but we obviously didn’t mind that extra walking. So we reached the reception area and handed Rai her present. It was a Lyonnadis or Olympique Lyon or don’t know what la chocolates wrapped in pretty pink wrapper and sebilah ribbon. Then, she introduced us to the rest of her friends. We felt like superstars for a moment and Adebayorrrr SHIFT SHIFT SHIFT was there too.

The function room was cosy and pretty. Suff was the emcee while I volunteered to be camwhore for the day. Amidst all the eating, we received BRAND NEW INFORMATION and were totally caught off guard when we were expected to put up a skit of some sorts about Rai. We had never seen this coming and clearly had no idea how to begin.

The most unique part of this dinner though was the door gift. Rai made an individual card Hollywood style for everyone. Like I apparently was the Best Talent Scout for Child Actresses in ‘The Young Ones’. Suff got an award for Best Telephone Conversation in the Romantic Comedy 'Not Just Words'. Nazir had the Best Performance in the reality show ‘2 Lesbians and I’. Nas had the Best Opening Line in a Romantic Comedy with ‘Hello, Satay’. And Mus had the Best Use of Expletives in a Thriller ‘Uncensored’

These are our pictures. You will see a lot of our faces, so scroll down at your own peril.

Happy Birthday Rai! 21 is just a number. Suff is living proof.

Not Everyday's a Sunday

Oh my god oh my god oh my god. The weekends are here and Sunday is literally besok. Not just any other Sunday, but Grand Slam Sunday. Or Super Sunday. The term appropriately coined when the Big 4 in the EPL clashes for a showdown of seismic proportions. If you aren’t glowing in anticipation for these mouth watering fixtures, then you seriously need to get a life. Forget the Satays, bring on the Sunday. Man U vs. Liverpool. Chelsea Vs Arsenal. Need I say more?

Actually yes I do. Let’s now do a pre-match analysis ala Tohari Paijan. Or ala… carte. Whichever you prefer.

MAN U VS LIVERPOOL
Arguably the biggest rivalry in football. It does not get any bigger than this. Put the two most successful teams in England on the pitch and there WILL be fireworks. And add in a handful of the best players in the world pitting against each other and you’ll get WAR.

FORM
Liverpool’s form has been perfect for the past recent weeks. The Barnsley defeat has done them a world of good. Slowly and surely, Benitez is finding the perfect combination to produce quality performances week in and week out.
Man U on the other hand has not been performing that badly but given their standards, they are not firing in all cylinders. The goals have been few and far between but most importantly, they are getting the results at the end of the day.

KEY PLAYERS
This is pretty much a no brainer. In Fernando Torres and Cristiano Ronaldo, you have the two most in form players at the moment. Both are potential match winners and it’s all a question of big match temperament. Torres is deceptively quick and he places the ball in the back of the net with tremendous nonchalance. Tak boleh angkat sehh. While Ronaldo is the showboater who just happens to have a deadly right foot, a stinging left foot, a powerful header and runs at lightning speed. That’s all.

KEY BATTLES
Yes, Torres is a clinical goalscorer but he needs service baik and that’s where Steven Gerrard comes into play. We all know what Gerrard can do on his own and now that he plays off the striker, he now poses a greater attacking threat. The partnering in central defence for Man U is key given that Ferdinand may not play. If Anderson or Hargreaves can keep Gerrard quiet, then Pool’s attack will be neutralized. Similarly, Mascherano and Leiva will be constantly trying to disrupt the play by breaking down Man U’s passes at the first attempt. They have their work cut out and will be hunting down Rooney and Ronaldo especially.

PREDICTION
Look, I’ll be neutral here because I’m more of a soccer fan than a Man U fan. And unlike Nazir, I can be gracious in defeat and will give credit when it is due. Having said that, I will still go for Man U to nick a victory only because it is played at Old Trafford and that will give them the slight edge. Probably a 2-1 scoreline because Pool will be capable of scoring. (Nas, you know I’m not biased right)


CHELSEA VS ARSENAL
This London derby often tends to be a feisty and cagey affair. The most organized team goes against the best footballing side in the country. Expect fouls and lots of controversies. It won’t be pretty for sure.

FORM
Arsenal has been dropping points for the past 4 games and will be going into this one short of confidence. Their mental strength has been called into question recently and this will prove to be the sternest of test.
Chelsea is impregnable at home and Stamford Bridge has become quite a formidable fortress. They rarely concede goals playing in front of the home crowd and has a tendency to find the odd winning goal in alarming regularities.

KEY PLAYERS
Adebayorrrrr SHIFT SHIFT SHIIFT needs to find his goalscoring form again because at the moment, Arsenal is just lacking in the final third. He will be their main goalscoring threat and most definitely will trouble Chelsea defence in set pieces.
Joe Cole is the genuine creative talent in the squad. If he decides to put on a show, then he could easily thread that one decisive pass or score a scorcher himself. He is the ace up their sleeves.

KEY BATTLES
Arsenal is Fabregas. Rarely is he ever not involved in Arsenal’s intricate passing and beautiful play. If given the time and space, he will wreak havoc with that killer kisurat pass. Essien and Obi Mikel will be running their legs off to deny him from playing anywhere to his potential. Similarly , Flamini will be on a one man mission to stop Lampard from making his trademark runs into the box and somehow squeezing the ball into goal.

PREDICTION
I have a feeling that Chelsea just has this quiet confidence about them and the longer the game goes, the stronger they get. However, if Grant remains tactically naïve, there is a chance Arsenal can sneak one in. Justeru itu, a score draw, 1-1.

So after such a big hullabaloo, we definitely should catch this one together. Someone suggest something please.

A Daily Conversation with Mus

Policeman : Is this Pak Mat Tempeh’s house?

Sudin : Not here Sir. He lives over there. (points to the opposing room)

Policeman : Thank you.

So far so good right. Simple question and answer.

(Policeman repeatedly knocks on the door. Yet no reply)

Sudin : Knock harder, Sir.

Policeman : Madam, are you Pak Mat Tempeh’s wife?

Mus : YES. HE HAS BEEN OUT TO COLLECT MONEY SINCE AFTERNOON.

Baik Mus. Nobody asks about what he did la but never mind.

Policeman : Ohhhh, alright. Madam, Pak Mat Tempeh has been admitted to the General Hospital. He’s been hit by a vehicle.

Mus : THAT’S VERY TYPICAL OF HIM. SOMETIMES, THEY DON’T PAY THE DEBT FOR 2 TO 3 MONTHS.

Kisurat la Mus. What the hell are you saying. Open up your ears and listen please.

Sudin : Madam, madam . He is here to tell you that Pak Mat… RRRRRRRR KELEPOP KECEPER PON PON PON… was run over by a car.

Mus : YOUR PAK MAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THAT. HE ONLY CYCLES. HE’S NEVER BEEN IN A CAR.

Gasak kau la Mus. Berbual macam faham je. Buat kelakar sehh.

Sudin : (clearly peeved and so raises his voice) Pak Mat Tempeh has been hit by a car!!

Mus : HUHH?!!! (cries)

Ah padan muka kau.

GET IT?

This is dedicated to my good friend Nas.



GET IT NAS?
GET IT?
YOU JUST DON'T GET IT

Definitely not "seperti ketam mengajar anaknya berjalan dengan betul"

Akibat permohonan dari Aizat Amali, saya mengambil peluang emas ini untuk menampilkan kemahiran saya dalam berbahasa Melayu. Berkata bongkak sebegini bukan satu tabiat saya. Namun kali ini saya terpaksa mengabaikan prinsip yang dijunjung itu demi kebaikan kawan-kawan karib saya yakni Aizat dan Suffian. Seseorang insan harus mengambil langkah untuk memberi petunjuk kepada kedua-dua ekor kambing itu supaya mereka boleh memperbaiki pertuturan dan penulisan mereka yang kian tunggang-langgang dan berkecamuk. Saya mengasihani mereka dan tidak mahu mereka seperti orang buta kehilangan tongkat. Dalam perenggan berikut, saya akan memberi sebuah ringkasan mengenai kejadian-kejadian dan perbualan-perbualan kosong kami di Orchard Road petang tadi.

Melihatkan Zat dan Suff memulakan dengan “Hari ini”, saya pun akan ikut sama, bak pepatah yang tidak saya ketahui.

Hari ini hari Sabtu, hari yang berlalu dengan pantas seperti hari-hari yang lain. Cuaca pun tidak tentu, seperti hari sebelumnya, sekejap dingin dan sebentar lagi panas. Ahli-ahli TOWNS masih tanpa sate.

Setelah penat ke hulur ke hilir membeli-belah dan mencari sepatu, saya, Mus, Aizat dan Suff, membuat keputusan untuk pergi menjamu selera di Lido. Mendapati daerah di situ penuh sesak bukannya satu kejutan. Ia boleh dianggap satu kebiasaan kerana memang ramai orang yang beristirehat (wateva that means ah) di tempat itu. Jadi kami tidak mempunyai sebarang pilihan kecuali berkongsi meja dengan pasangan yang tidak hello langsung. Suff telah pun membeli makanan dari KFC, ataupun kefc menuruti Suff. Selepas disiku oleh Aizat, pasangan itu pun beredar dari tempat kami.

Sementara kami sedang makan, kami mendapat tahu bahawasanya kawan karib kami, Suffian Hakim, adalah seorang yang pekak, pekak badak gilsss. Adakah “Love Actually” boleh didengar sebagai “Jurassic Park”? Lepas itu, “Jurassic Park” didengar sebagai “Mus punya selipar” pula? Kan itu sungguh tidak munasabah? Kadangkala saya hairan mengapa kami semua masih boleh bersahabat dengan budak belo sebegitu.

Kami bersetuju untuk balik dari Orchard Road sebelum pukul sepuluh malam agar tidak akan terlepas perlawanan bolasepak yang disebarkan di televisyen.

Sampai disini sahajalah karangan yang sungguh membosankan ini. Saya mahu pergi menonton kelab bolasepak Liverpool kalah di tangan (atau kaki untuk situasi ini) kelab bolasepak Reading. Salam sejahtera kepada semua, dan selamat malam.

Everybodys writing in their 2nd Tounge

Since everyone decided to write in their 2nd language... i decided to write mine and this is for you to nazir(even though i suspect that you dont have any indian blood in you) i tried writing in my native language but blogspot doesnt seem to support my essay so i had to write down as it is below... it is titled ‘¨ª¦¿ þº‘̦´°‘Ö... it is basically a story about questions and answers... the first paragraphs touches on the topic of how big our universe actually is and it kinda explains many old age questions with more questions of itself. the 2nd paragraph explains the twists and turns of the indian language and how it far it has progress into the future.. if you guys need any futher clarifications about the essay, feel free to approach me or nazir and we will discuss it with you.. enjoy....

Naan enna seyyanum? Yean avunga meeting ku thamadama vanthaanga? Yean vantha ? Nee epadi oattina?Evalavu panam kodutha?Entha valiya vanthe?Entha indhiya naattu maanilathula romba janathogai irruku?Seyalaalar arai enga?Yeara santhikanum?Madhiyaanam saappadu saapittiya?Avunga yaen inga utkaanthirukaanga?

Avan apple saapiduraan. Avankellam kovilluku poannaanga. Nee enna panra, neenga enna panreenga. Avan paritchayila nalla eluthi irukkaan. Naan Unnai Kadalikiren. Nandri....

Pada One Day

As you all know, I am responsible for Aizat's strong command of the Malay language. He has made me proud with a Malay essay of his own worthy of Sang Nila Utama, but I think it is time for the master himself to show you how beautiful the Malay language can be, with an essay of my own. And like Aizat's essay, it will be about my day.

Hari ini hari Khamis. Tiada malapetaka berlaku pada hari ini, bak kata pepatah telefon bimbit makan padi, telefon bimbit kenyang.

Aku berdiri di kolong blok 542 Jelapang Road yang terletak di daerah Bukit Panjang. Adikku, Aidil, berkata kepadaku, "Satay!"

"Ah Aidil punya satay tak ada lidi!" aku membalas kepadanya secara mamsu.

Tiba-tiba, seekor arnab jatuh dari langit, dan menjadi susu.

"Wow," saya kata dengan penuh manfaat. "Aidil, inilah apa mereka panggilkan kejadian Toorgharlagharla. Selalunya, ia berlaku di daerah timur negara Mozambique tetapi hari ini, ia berlaku di Bukit Panjang. Bak kata pepatah lembu ditembak magpie lalu menjadi burger di McDonald's."

"Oh satay!" kata Aidil.

"Amat betul, adinda," kukata, sambil menggali hidungku.

Pada suatu hari

It’s been a really long while since I wrote in Malay. By Malay, I mean proper Malay. By proper Malay, I mean the standard of Malay emphasized by Cikgu Rahimah years ago. Not Malay that I self taught. And definitely not Malay made up by Suff. So it’ll be interesting to see now if 6 years on, my A2 in O levels is still justified. This is my honest attempt in trying to describe the day.

Hari ini hari Khamis. Hari bermula dengan biasa. Sejak kebelakangan ini, cuaca di Singapura sangat dingin. Ini menyebabkan saya bangun lebih lewat. Pada kebanyakan hari, saya sering bangun sebelum Subuh untuk membaca senaskah suratkhabar sebelum berlari anak anak sejauh 5 kilometer. Tetapi pada hari ini, tulang saya berasa berat dan saya berasa sangat seronok bergolek golek di atas katil yang lapang saya. Angin yang menyelinap juga menambah kepada kemalasan saya.

Walau bagainmanapun, saya dikejutkan deringan telepon bimbit saya yang bermain lagu ‘Hump de Bump’. Dengan serta merta, saya terbangun dari tidur saya yang lelap. Saya terus menjawab panggilan telefon dalam suara bak sardine saya. Rupa rupanya, ia adalah saudara saya. Dia telah berminta bahawa saya mengganti tempatnya dalam mengajar kelas Sains Menengah Dua pada pukul 730 kelak kerana dia ada rancangan lain.

‘Sains?’ saya berfikir kepada diri sendiri.

Sejak keputusan Khemistry peringkat A saya yang menghampakan namun padan muka, saya telah hilang segala harapan dalam kebolehan subjek Sains saya. Walau bagaimanapun, saya bersetuju juga untuk menggantinya kerana saya mempunyai sifat bantu membantu.

Saya telah berazam untuk membuat nota nota penting dalam subjek Prinsip Banking serta Finansi sebelum saya keluar rumah. Namun demikian, televisyen yang jahat dapat menggangu saya dan tujuan saya untuk belajar telah pun menyeleweng. Saya dapat melihat keputusan Idola Amerika sejenak sebelum beredar rumah.

Saya menaiki bas 963 dan sejak larian Mas Selamat dari banduan, terdapat kelembaban trafik yang teramat sangat di expreswe menuju ke arah Woodlands. Walaupun demikian, saya bersabar.

Pada pukul 730 tepat, saya tiba di dalam kelas. Keadaan menjadi huru hara apabila saya tidak dapat mencari buku-buku murid yang telah disimpan di dalam almari. Rupa-rupanya, ia terletak di satu korner. Saya terus bermula pengajaran saya dalam topik Digestima dan Sistem Pengangkutan dalam Benda Benda yang Hidup. Pada kebanyakan masa, saya membebel dan sendiri tidak memahami apa yang dikeluarkan mulut saya. Kelas tamat dua jam kemudian.

Sebelum saya pulang rumah, saya menyinggah pasar malam untuk membeli seburger Ramly. Inilah hari Khamis saya.(Empat ratus dan lima patah perkataan)

Sekian, terima kasih.

Ok that was more difficult than I expected. But I still think I can at least pass with that.

Not anytime soon

So the plan was to have a joint celebration for the birthday boys of March I.e Sam ‘Green Tea’, Nazir ‘Stats’ and Zal ‘Kerb’ over a simple dinner. We were torn between Al Azhar and Carousel but we chose the latter because we just felt joy in burning a hole in our wallets.

I was from tuition at Woodlands and finally had a valid reason to be a late. Along the way in the train though, I managed to notice couples after couples having their sweet cuddly moments on the seats and for a moment, I was quite sickened with envy. Together with my Zen Random Playlist on fire belting out emotionally charged songs, I could easily have gone reminiscing but that was for another time another day. Not surprisingly, I terlajak and ended up at Somerset. Destination : Royal Plaza on Scotts. See this is what happens when you’re late. You’ll be even later.

Nevertheless, this is what greeted me on arrival.



Everyone already had plates on their table, everyone looked normal. Upon closer inspection, Zal wore a freaking beanie with a cekak cupping his neck and Irwan’s hair looked like a female Bob cut from the back. And Suff was late, but he came later in style.



My first serving of the night :A penne, linguine and spaghetti combined with Al fredo sauce, Bolognese sauce pomodoro and parmesan cheese topped off with a cut of traditional slow roasted chicken with herbs. Sounds impressive? Hisap. It was just some random noodles with a piece of meat.



This is the most generous serving of chicken rice ever. See that ball in the middle there. That’s the rice. I counted and there’s about 28 grains. I swear it looked like the chef just remembered he had rice in his pocket, took it out, made a shape out of it and WALAAA, you get chicken rice in a 5 star hotel.



This is my favourite out of the lot. Bread and butter pudding together with soufle fromage blanc with mixed berries. The name’s so exotic I had to try it.



Desserts was definitely appetizing. The chocolate fondue blended perfectly with the rich yet soft texture of the ice cream. Ceh ceh aku boleh jadi food critic ah.



These two are just born a day apart. Zal with the striped beanie and adidas sweater. Nazir swallowing some expensive food.



Sam just learnt how an X looks like. Biasa ah budak double degree. And Arbeloa on the left.



I look like I was superimposed into the photo with the light playing tricks on the picture. But Wan and I had a battle of the camera phones with his Samsung 5 mega pix bla bla bla making a debut.



Faliq with his arms around Suff.



Nazir, Faliq and again Suff. Suff was getting a lot of photo attention and with that top he’s wearing, obviously ah.



Suff left for the toilet so Nazir just decided to be in his seat.

The total bill in the end had everyone counting the decimal places but Faliq was being smart about it. He vomited half of what he ate in the toilet and got a cool refund afterwards.

Broken Social Scene!

Last Sunday, I attended the Broken Social Scene concert (in conjunction with the Mosaic Festival) with my dear friend Therese. There are three main elements that made the concert beyond fucking brilliant. Firstly, it is the brilliant, brilliant music of Broken Social Scene. Secondly, Broken Social Scene are a bunch of very happy, funny people and it's the happy, funny kind that is contagious and not irritating. And lastly, the Esplanade Concert Hall had nice, cushy seats.

Therese and I arrived at the Esplanade 5 minutes and we bumped into TLFC midfield maestro Darryl Lee and his girlfriend Clara. But none of us brought cameras so I don't have visual proof for that. It didn't really matter anyway, because they don't allow image-capturing devices into the Esplanade Concert Hall.

Moments before Broken Social Scene took the stage, they made this announcement: "We regret to inform you that the following members of Broken Social Scene were not be able to make it for tonight's show: James Shaw, Evan Cranley, Amy Millan, Feist and Mas Selamat Bin Kasturi." Then the band stormed the stage to uproarious laughter from the crowd.

I would love to show you videos from the concert, but as I said earlier, the Esplanade authorities are quite anal about cameras in their precious concert hall. So I will fish out whatever Youtube has of the songs that they performed.

They opened with a very uplifting rendition of 7/4 (Shoreline). And due to the absence of Amy Millan and Feist, the female vocals were done by some random unknown who offered her vocal services. I sound bitchy la, but she was quite good.



After that they did a few songs, including Superconnected and Handjobs For The Holidays, that, unfortunately, do not have video content on YouTube.

There was a lull when they started playing random slow guitar riffs. Then they broke into Fire Eye'd Boy and the crowd went nuts.



Then they started playing their slow songs again. Lover's Spit, in particular, was really moving.



They brought the concert to a climax with a very very powerful performance of Ibi Dreams Of Pavement.



And when the crowd sang along to it, it was magic. "Well all the boys wait for a sign, you were therreeee, you were therrreee..."

As concerts go, it didn't beat Oasis because Oasis had far better music and Linkin Park due to sheer energy and entertainment value. But Broken Social Scene sits pretty at third place. Definitely

Marchy Babies

So it’s already 3 months into the year and some of our friends are already turning the big 22. A year older but far from it, a year wiser. March is a month for the birth days of some of our very important friends here at TOWNS and here, I would like to express my sincere wishes to all of them. This is from me to you.

To Sam,
I think our solid friendship was based on a very common interest, I.e. DOTA. We’ve certainly bonded over all the late nights where we totally annihilated all the possible rasaksas in the game. From the treacherous Valleys of Doom to the Beacon of Light, we have certainly conquered it all. Happy Birthday and drink lots of water, not green tea.



To Nazir,
You’re 22 so it means time to throw away your pyjamas. Put on a top and wear some shorts to bed. I don’t want to be waking up to a roasted B1 at KL. It also means time to be more independent at home and try to start differentiating body soap from a mop detergent. Nevertheless, Happy birthday and keep meeting me under my block. It’s just more convenient that way.

To Faizal,
I hope to have more meaningful conversations with you online now that you’re turning a year older. I mean we just can’t go on hisap bodoh-ing each other for the rest of our life. And keep on growing that hair though sometimes please look at the mirror. For the sake of the cekak, I hope it turns out well. Happy Birthday and keep on chauffeuring us whenever you can.

Broken Social Scene: Prelude

In 4 hours, I will be at the Esplanade, watching Broken Social Scene. Broken Social Scene is a Canadian indie supergroup - they have members that hail from other established bands such as Feist and Stars. They've sang brilliant ass songs such as Anthems For A SEVENTEEN-Year-Old Girl, Handjobs For The Holidays, 7/4 (Shoreline), Cause = Time and Lover's Spit. And in 4 hours, I will have 2 glorious hours of them.

So for a preview, I shall show you their performance last year at Olympic Island.

This is Anthems For A SEVENTEEN-Year-Old Girl.

They make the play

So if you’re an avid Newpaper (without the S) reader like me, you would have noticed that one of the writers, Ernest Luis runs a blog called tnppostman.com. Just like ours but only way more popular and he probably has a satay anyway. But that is never the point here. So every week, he poses a football question of some sorts to stir up the minds of the football crazy fans here. In this week’s edition, his question is “ Who’s the best EPL playmaker ”.

He narrowed it down to 5 players ; Cesc Fabregas, Paul Scholes, Mikael Arteta, Frank Lampard and Steven Gerrard. Now, for a football purist (ceh ceh) like me, that is one question I can’t help but explore.

(IN ORDER OF RANK)

My personal no.1 choice will be Paul Scholes. All bias aside, he is definitely THE playmaker. Yes, age and injuries have slowed him down but his game never depended on brute strength and speed anyway. What he may lack in pace, he makes it up in his speed of thought. Always thinking, always one step ahead of his opponents. At his prime, he is a class above the rest. Eye for a goal? Check. Killer kisurat shots? Check. Excellent passing? Double check. And why use the left foot when you can do damage solely with your outside foot. Gosh. I can gush about him all day. You’re the man la Scholesy. Just don’t tackle.

Liverpool should soon rename the club Steven Gerrard FC. They should look no further for their own Captain Marvel because in Stevie G, you have the real deal. When a huge Man U fan talks about a Liverpool CAPTAIN in this light, you know he’s good. He has single handedly made Livepool look good over the past years. In Gerrard, you’ll get lung busting runs in the box, bone crunching tackles, thunderbolts, screamers, howitzers, and mad goals when the team is deep deep down in the trenches. Inspirational with a capital G.

Cesc Fabregas. I first had my doubts about him. Who wouldn’t when a 16 years old teenager dons the Arsenal jersey in a professional English competitive match. But then again, he hails from Barcelona and we all know how Spain produces the most beautiful passers ( Me and Nas can talk about them all day). And now at 21, he pulls the strings in the heart of Arsenal’s midfield seamlessly and dictates the game like a seasoned veteran. He has maturity beyond his age and his vision has even put my specs to shame. He plays the simplest of passes and yet produces the killer pass when the team needs most. In a word, FAB-ulous.

Mikael Arteta. The only reason he is not currently playing for Spain is that he is playing for Everton. Again, another Spaniard who is slowly but surely stamping his mark in EPL with his thoughtful and clever game. He packs a punch in BOTH feet but his right foot especially has been the cause of damage for opponents. His set pieces is consistently dangerous and he is surely one of the flair players to look out for.

Frank Lampard. Haizz… boring. Ok maybe credit should be given when it is due because his goalscoring records is quite phenomenal considering he is a midfielder. Then again, if you take away all his deflected goals, you will find out that he is actually level with me in goal tally with 4 goals. But then again, it may be an art that he has perfected over the years. Finding that killer deflection that will lead to a fortuitous goal. If that’s really it, then good for him. Lampard is the typical hardworking English midfielder but too predictable for my liking.

Wow that’s a lot of soccer talk that should put Tohairi Paijan to shame. Maybe I should really write in one day.

I love Singapura

When I was a relief teacher at Fajar Sec, I found out that, unlike me, a lot of people weren't interested in history. I was shocked, dumbfounded and Frabegas-ted (to those Milan fans out there). And to make things a lot easier on me, I had to teach the History of Singapore. Wow.

To get the students interested, I had to find something which would capture their attention. So I searched high and low, to find a picture or video which would spark of their passion for History (actually one of my students passed me the link to the video.)

Singapore at its very best

TLFC Final Cut For AFC Futsal Cup On 30th March

k guys below is the list of the groups that i have came up with... i hope you guys are ok with your groups.. i try to accommodate everyone playing styles and see who and who can pair up...
it can be either A+C/D and B+C/D... so this one i do toin coss... Keepers can choose which final team they want to take charge of...

Pool A
Jonathan
Nazir
Ben

Pool B
Faliq
Fahmie
Isnan

Pool C
Nas
Aizat
Darryl
Suff
Daniel

Pool D
Azhari
Syah
Didil
Faizal
Shafik Tan ( AC guy who is playing for us )

GoalKeepers
Sam
Irwan

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM is very much appreciated...

Badan Besok

We have breaking news here at TOWNS! Yes folks, we have new revelations about this guy below. You all know him as Bruce Lee, one of the greatest fighters who ever lived. This guy can kick Chuck Norris's ass anytime. Look at his badan. Besok seh.

Although Bruce Lee has passed on, nature was unable to do anything to his body. So after his death scientists did some radical testing and transferred his body to someone. For years I've been trying to find this person, the one who occupies Bruce Lee's body. Finally, I have found HIM.






Presenting Bruce Lee's Body

A Very Important Message

Who here among the readers is the King of Ptolemy?
Definitely not me.
Ha ha hoo hoo hee hee