Finally!!

After 2 weeks of intensive studying, or so it seems, I'm really relieved that all my exams are over. WOOOHOOOO!!! Not that I'm gonna be happy when I get my results la, but for now, well I can be. For 2 weeks I wasn't in touch with the outside world ah, omg, what a loser. I saw Riise's stupid own goal though. That was almost as classy as Traore's ala-Henry goal. Speaking of which, my legs are already itching for soccer. We better not step against Mustang ah guys, meaning no remarks like "I will only come if I'm playing striker." or "Eh guys, so after 5 goals, ....."

Anyway, where are we watching the EPL top 2 clash tonight? Town ke pe Nazir?? You wanna parade your stuff right.

What a bore

When these two teams were drawn against each other in the semi final, I was intrigued. Not only because of both club’s illustrious history, but because they play football the way football deserve to be played. Manchester United and Barcelona. The two great ambassadors of the beautiful game. A match a football purist can only dream of. Two sides with massive talent and free flowing attacking style. Put them together on a pitch surrounded by tiers of passionate fans and surely you will get a match of epic proportions.

Nope. Not this time.

What expected to be one of the clashes of the season hardly lived up to its billing. And frankly speaking, I felt gutted and cheated of my sleeping time. And I’m sure I’m not the only one who share this sentiment. What I witnessed over the course of the 90 minutes was a dull, dour, lifeless and clearly insipid match played by two sides which probably let the hype got the better of them. And with Barcelona holding a staggering 65 percent of the possession, it was a painful time for a Man U fan like me. Yes, Barca played their usual brand of football and ran circles around the Man U players. But it was hardly decisive and threatening. Man U was happy enough to sit back and watch them pass the ball in neat triangles with no end result. The final score was so predictable that I could afford to watch a rerun of the Ellen Degeneres show at an ungodly time of 3 in the morning.

So Man U brings back a nil nil scoreline and they better be careful. Many would think that they would have the home advantage but I personally feel Barca is in a better position. Score one away and they’ll almost be guaranteed to win the tie. There better be some football this time round.

Idola Ku

I’ve always liked American Idol. It’s always a good platform for budding singers to show their talent and also for blooming idiots to show their lack of it. It makes a good reality show and plus all the hellos you can come across in America, it makes a very good show. But this season particularly has been outstanding because some of those left in this season are genuine show stoppers. In particularly, these two.

This is David Cook. He is the red hot favourite to win it and why not. Anyone who has been following Idol will tell you that he is already a star. His performances has been true to his unique style. Playing a mean guitar on one hand and belting out his powerful voice into the mic on another. He has been constantly mixing and matching the arrangement of popular songs and making an entirely different hit out of it. Yesterday, he rocked out to a Mariah Carey song. Say what? Yup Mariah Carey. That buxom singer with the trademark screechy voice. Yet, he sprinkled his magic dust again and got the crowd on their feet for the umpteenth time. Brilliant brilliant brilliant.

And this is Jason Castro. My personal favourite. This dude is the epitome of cool. He is very Jack Johnson-ish in style but only with killer dreadlocks and piercing blue eyes. It’s not hard to see why girls are going crazy over him. He exudes this strong silent charm every time he appears on stage and his soothing voice together with his elegant guitar strumming makes a perfect combination. You’re steady kacang la bro. Keep on playing your brand of music.

It doesn’t matter if they don’t win the competition. Regardless of what happens, they deserve an album to showcase their distinct music styles and I’ll be waiting to hear it.

Amacam?

If you had enough money to start a business, what would it be?

That was the million dollar question posed by Mus yesterday. The question itself was as intriguing as the goal scored off his knee but now that I think about it, its always intriguing when Mus scores.

So this is my answer. Wait for it…….

I’ll set up a TUITION CENTRE. And in particular, one that is geared towards the Malay community. Something in the mould of Mendaki and Mercu but not quite. Because in this increasingly competitive education system, parents are desperate for their kids to do well. And they would want help right from the start. Even Pri 1 kids are attending tuition nowadays. There’s so much pressure already at such a young age and though it’s outright ridiculous, that remains the truth. At the rate this is going, our kids might be attending tuition from their mother’s womb but at the rate WE/TOWNS are going, we are only kidding ourselves with the prospect of having our own offspring. Pun intended.

So how do we differentiate this tuition centre from all the other ubiquitous tuition centres that are already around? If you are a Maths freak, you would probably say dY/dX but please God NO. It’s all in the name. And knowing how kecoh all the mak ciks are, the word of mouth is an important medium of information. So I present to you… TUITION POWER! And I foresee this conversation coming.

Bedah : Eh kau tahu.. Sejak aku hantar anak aku pegi tuition kan, markah dia makin bagus ah.

Sa’adiah : EH? Betul? Apa nama tempat tuition itu?

Bedah : TUITION POWER!

Sa’adiah : Eh tak ya la pekik. Aku bukannye pekak.

Bedah: Eh bukan aku nak pekik. Memang ada exclamation mark.

Sa’adiah : Ye tak ye eh. Aku pun nak hantar anak aku la macam gitu.

See how easy it is to attract customers. And we will have round rooms to maximise learning. Potential Mats won’t have a corner where they can chill. And during the breaks, we will serve Roti John Power, Nasi Lemak Boon Lay Power, Bandung Power etc. By ingraining this POWER in their head, they will sub-consciously be more confident in themselves. As it gets close towards exams, we can launch this intensive program called ‘Buku Tambah’ to further help them in their preparations.

Suff, you will be in charge of the Language Department, but strictly English. I can talk to Baba and try to pull her in for Malay. Amy, you can be guest tutor for only one lesson. You will tell them that Bangga does not mean Happy and that’s about it. After that, you and Wan can conduct your own Chemistry lessons. Zal, I need you to take care of the Computing side. At their level, teach them Word, Powerpoint, Excel and Photoshop. You teach them DOTA and I’ll fire you. Nazir, you’ll be in charge of humanities and both of us can take care of company accounts. Mus, you’ll be responsible for interior design, decorations and then you can start your own Art classes. Faliq, you’ll help them draw their hands on the wall and then you can have the time of your life. Sam, you’ll take care of our company’s legal procedures and dealings. And Nas, this is what you call WORK. So be mentally prepared.

I’m half-serious about this. So you guys in?

Re-Minder

This is just a reminder of what you takluks said at the beginning of the year. Oh and I got the lyrics of Auld Lang Syne all wrong. Don't mind me I was sleepy and tired. I was sired.

Self-proclaim buih

Ok, at some level it should be considered buih, what I did to Zal and Faliq just now. So I'm volunteering myself into the list. Initially I didn't wanna go at all though. Wateva it is, since I didn't turn up at CCAB just now for some knock-around wif SRC, I would like to apologize to both of you - Zal for bringing my stick the whole day and Faliq for calling me every 2 hours to ask me to go. I owe you guys a drink each ah, since I buih-ed and Alex was really there (damn, I should've went la!). Sunday ah Zal, aku belanja. Faliq leh pegi hisap floorball stick dia.

If Suff was in charge

If Suff was really in charge, this would have been the more likely Scenario:

2 months before trip

Faliq: Suff, have you confirmed the hotel bookings yet? What about the bus? What bus are we taking? And once we reach KL what are we doing? Eh Suff Suff Suff....blah..blah...blah blah blah blah (Faliq's usual rants)

Suff: Chill la Faliq. Kau relek sua. I have everything under control.

1 week before trip

Nas: Eh belo, is the trip confirmed?

Suff: Chill Nas, its me. Kau tulis surat rasmi sua.

On the day of the trip

Zat: Ah Suff, Kl besok ke pe.

Suff: Intip la Zat, if you know what I mean.

And we all stay in Singapore and do our usual exciting stuff.

Schedule For The Kl Trip Had I Been In Charge

I know you guys would rather have me rather than Zal/Nazir/Faliq plan the KL trip, and I appreciate that but I have a lot of things to do lah. I have to say though, that if I had planned the KL trip, it would have been a lot more fun. This would have been the schedule:

Thursday (19/6)
Arrive in Moscow. Realised we may have taken the wrong bus.
Argue over whether we should go home, try to go to KL or stay in Moscow.
Our valuables (including all our money and passports!!!!) get stolen by a gang of pro-Communist rebels. We have no choice but to stay in Moscow.
Go from door-to-door asking families if they can accept 10 or so Singaporeans to stay for an indefinite period of time.
Cry ourselves to sleep.

Friday (20/6)
Try to call Singaporean embassy but house we stay in has no electricity. They have gas lamps for light, and that's it.
We each try to find a job. Some of us work in farms, some of us shovel snow, some of us beg. Nazir will of course, lead the begging team because he looks most retarded and people will pity the poor retarded boy.
Nas works for the first time in his life, and has fits.
Doctor fees cost us quite a bit.

Saturday (20/6)
Work some more
We all earn enough to take a bus to town and head to the Singapore embassy.
But we see a damn cool nightclub along the way and we go clubbing, led by me.
Realised, after 2 hours of clubbing, that we don't have enough to reach the embassy.
So we get drunk.

Sunday (21/6)
We are damn drunk, so we decided to fly to the embassy
We sober up.
Somehow, we find ourselves at the embassy.
Embassy gets us new passports and stuff, and sends us home.
Once we reach Singapore, we all agree to let me (Suff) plan our future holidays from now on.