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TOWNS Radio Ep 2

Tragedi di hari raya

As you know or don't know, I work at this very high profile club restaurant in Singapore. Millionaire club members, $200,000 entrance fee, you get the drift. Predictably, it's extremely stressful - demanding la, this, that. I work weekends before I started schooling, every Sunday after that.

And tonight, I think the manager broke down. As compared to the staff, he's there barely a year when most of the full-time waiters have been working there 8-15 years. This is the SMS he sent to me at 10:03 pm:

Manager:

I need you to work on friday nights. . Why you always not working on fridays nights. ..If you cannot work next work friday. . . Then you can stop work. . . . I m need staffs on every friday. . . Please reply now. . .Thank you

That's the exact message sent, complete with spelling errors and deranged punctuation. Maybe I have school on Friday maybe only la and I wanna rest? I thought to myself, probably sommat happened at the club, he got fucked by patrons and higher management, not enough staff, dead-end job, quarreling with wife who doesn't love him, angry with children who hate him, whatever.

So I replied:

Sorry I can't. Anyways thanks. Goodbye

Manager:

Fantastic. . I expected it too. . Cant be trusted. . Anyway. . Goodbye forever

Whoa whoa hold on there romeo... Sounds like a low-budget love story. Is this a relationship or a job? Must've been a reaaaaaaalllly bad day at work. Probably Mr Tan accidentally ate a chilli and got mad. (Mr Tan doesn't eat chilli, and all the staffs are extremely careful to press the 'no chilli' button on the PDA when ordering his food) Or probably Mrs Kuek's food came 3 mins too late. (Inferring skills has led me to believe Mrs Kuek must be fucking noisy in bed. Fucking, noisy)

Whatever it is, it must've been a really bad day. Bad life la actually. Imagine working 6 days a week, 10 hours a day attending to the minor whims of old millionaire farts.

On my bad day, I stole a Toblerone from the Guan Yu offering altar and dared him to make me foam in the mouth and my tonsils swell. Nothing happened la obviously. What, you didn't think Guan Yu got angry and smote me with his plastic halberd did you? Isap bodoh.

Anyways, even though I didn't reply I got another SMS

Manager:

What a shame on you. . . Really regret trusting you. . . SHAME ON YOU. . . .

At this point my dad was watching Suria with the singers wailing and dancing selamat hari raya, and poor chap is in his office weeping, SMSing me. Quite funny. I wanted to say abeh nangis? Chill ah, raya dok.

Henceforth, I'm not working every Sunday anymore.

Sunday morning soccer ke pe.

Kambing

You guys might have been wondering who this kambing is who keeps tagging on our tagboard.

Well here he is...



This kambing (goat), the aptly-named Kambing, is a regular blog-reader who lives in Dairy Farm. No, not the condominium - Kambing lives in a real dairy farm called Dairy Farm. The road next to the place, being near the dairy farm, is called Dairy Farm Road. Not the one next to the condominium - this road is really near a dairy farm, thus the name Dairy Farm Road. Because it is next to the dairy farm. And no, not the condominium. A real dairy farm.

Kambing is my friend. He eats leaves and shoots. And the occasional crumpled piece of paper. He and I go way back.

So guys, if you ever see him tag our tagboard, treat him like one of us, alright?

Nazir: Cook or Cock?

Enjoy the video people! I wanna say the same about the pizza, but I can't.

A Flock Of Poetry

Two Three the cats run
Four Five they fell into a hole
Six Seven they climbed out of the hole
Eight Nine they got a lecture for not looking where they run

Happy Hari Raya people!!!!!!

Sebidang pantun

Dua Tiga kucing berlari
Empat Lima kucing dah tak
Enam Tujuh kucing berlari lagi
Lapan Sembilan kucing dah tak

Selamat Hari Raya TOWNS!

"Gone sailing"

Great results Suff, I clapped - now they know there's an "AD" haha. Anyways speaking of results, I've gotten mine too, and they're not too bad ah. Every seventh week we are assessed based on our folio + attendance, given a grade, and then credit hours are calculated and we get a GPA.

We do get a checklist. So that's seven weeks worth of work that has to be up to speed, theory research documented and in addition to that, artistically outstanding. Lose a work over seven weeks, drop standard, that's one grade down. Seven weeks make one term, two terms make one semester.

Got my GPA for this term, and if I were to improve obviously I have to do better in term two to up my final GPA bla bla technical stuff.

So after slogging for seven weeks PLUS weekends, isap bodoh Mus kau bikin kerja apa seh, here I am. Here I am with numbers which mean nothing but everything, a new nickname and increased popularity.

And still, she is not with me. That's nine days I won't get to see her face and all I can do is go sailing. I wanted to SMS the other brethren, but felt gay so I didn't. Even sailing has to be done alone.

Kisurat, emo sial. But hey, Eid tomorrow; can give leeway ah.

Selamat Hari Raya to my Muslim friends. Selamat ah to me and the next 9 days.

HELLS YEAH!

(you have to click on the picture to see it properly)




Thank you, thank you. No need to clap guys, it's alright.

A new era. Sort of.

As you all know, the SJIMA has a few factions, terms, and groups that have lasted throughout our history. Here's a list:

But on this auspicious day, Nas and I welcome a new association. Born from the need that can only be felt. We present, the Brethren.

Are you on the same boat?

Zat

Baik Zat kau cool ah.

Tak boleh angss la sial..

I was reading through liverpoolfc.tv and I came across this bit written in this article regarding the win over Burnley:

Despite Benayoun walking away with the match ball, Benitez believes another player was key to the 4-0 victory.
"Lucas supported and managed in the middle and kept everyone else going forward," said the Spaniard.
"For me he was the key player today. We can talk about Yossi but it was thanks to Lucas. One thing everyone told me when I came here was that if you work hard the fans are with you. They could see again today that Lucas is a worker who has quality. He can challenge in the air, tackle and pass the ball. He worked so hard in different positions and allowed the other players more freedom. For me he was a very important player for us today."

Pardon me coz I didn't really see much of the game, but seriously?? You gotta be kidding me ah Rafa. Are you crazy or crazy? Maybe coz the attackers were doing so well that Lucas didn't have to do anything, that's why he looked good. And also, it was against Burnley ah, it's definitely not a good gauge.

The new adventures of me.

HI. It's been a while ah. What can I say, school started and everything was a rush of art and more art. It's like having third eye blind in the brain.

Anyways. It's been 7 weeks, and next week is review week - that's when you finalize all your projects for grading. So if you've done consistent work (like me) you won't need to rush your arse (So Nas next week I'll pass you my progress report as promised). So here I am finally having time to write this entry.

School's great so far, love the environment, love most things about it bla bla. And the best thing about it has got to be the hellos. Hellos, t'hellos, step hellos, busty, short, tall, you name it, we've got it. Contrary to what people think, most of the people in school dress normally.

But of course the helloest of them all has got to be C. Combine all the previous "shirt sizes" S, M, L... You can't beat C. C is so hello I have to hold on to my balls to see her lest it might disappear. I first saw her during my portfolio interview 3 or 4 months ago I can't remember, and now, I still haven't done shit. Our respective groups stand two/three meters away from each other during smoke break every day, say three times a day and all I can do is just steal glances and admire that auburn blonde hair and the way she drags on her fag. That's got to be THEE highlight of school man.

Now I know how Nas feels ah. Nas, I'm never gonna make fun of you again I promise. Christ, I'm even beginning to sound like you ah. We should start a new convention la Nas, since your other 17 Convention is perpetually awol.

Speaking of which! I made pizza with Nazir today. For their second month anniversary! Can you believe that? So sweet right? So fucking sweet it'll give me tooth decay. But that's not the point. I haven't made pizza dough in a while, so when I tasted mine, it wasn't as "risen" as I wanted it to be. Quite fail by my standards but it was decent ah.

Then I tasted Nazir's pizza. I tasted cheese, I tasted tomato, I tasted this thing that resembled rubber/dough underneath. Fail la Nazir. But okayla edible. So that's that. Then there's the best part, la creme de la creme (literally ah).

His custard. Or pudding. Or whatever.

Kisurat fail la sial. Fail with a capital D, E, F. Fucking hell it was so fail it needed the previous two letters to support its failure. So basically we were out of time right, and Suff didn't have the proper utensils and crockery to cook it. So Nazir sembarang mixed the cornstarch with the milk, gobules of cornstarch floating on the surface of the milk. Then we melted butter, sugar and milk on a frying pan can you believe it? Then going to spill so we transferred the whole damn thing into a metal cake tray since there wasn't a pan to simmer it. It didn't simmer I don't know why, and we decided to shortcut the recipe, and whacked everything into the cake tray.

Fucking Hogwarts shit man, imagine Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle staring into a couldron of crap they just made. I knew it was gone the moment I saw the gobules floating on the milk hahaha. So we tried to cool it, but it didn't harden and in the end Nazir ended up with a Tupperware of sugary creamy milk drink. Sort of.

Then the most kesian part. He got these two pretty maroon flowers for Renu. And Suff kept it in the freezer. The bloody freezer. So when we took it out it was FROZEN, and on the way to Renu's it THAWED and lost its rigidity so everything was soft and limp from top to tip! Hahahahahaha. The poor things were wobbling and melting in my hands man, dripping internal fluids I never knew flowers had. Sad man sad. Renu if you're reading this, I hope you love him more ah. So endearing. And I apologize for letting you eat his fiasco. I also don't know what happened ah, there were five people in the kitchen, Nazir, Aidil, Suff, his maid & I - everything was kecoh, and like ya I was too sick to bother.

Never mind Nazir, it was a good try ah. Idea babe, idea hahahah. After Eid we try again aite?

Almost there

Mus said he's gonna write an entry but apparently he wrote like 3 in a row, kisurat. At least give your own entries some air time la Mus.

For those who didn't know, I've been having my IA at ST Aerospace SASCO for the last 10 weeks, doing mechanical installation - engineering design liaison support, for a BOEING 767 passenger-to-freighter conversion project. For those people who didn't understand a word I just mentioned, then you probably won't be interested in the stuff I do. For those who do understand, be careful, you are on the brink of becoming a boring person. Now I'm like halfway through my attachment period, so...
...
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to give
No more reasons to live
Oh I'd fight to survive
I've got nothing to hide
Wish I wasn't so shy
...
Those are lyrics from The Strokes - Ask Me Anything. Suff and Zat have their own rendition of that song, but let's just leave that for another time. But really, I've got nothing to say about my attachment (in whatever sense of the word) to this obviously-nothing-but-I-dunno-why-I'm-still-crazy **** thing & whatever other **** nonsense.

Ok, back at Anfield, where Farid was at (Bloody hell, I didn't know he was going there. Kurang asam!), the scoreline was 4-0! Woohoo!! I know it's just Burnley, but it's a good start. Finally Gerrard is back at center mid, but Lucas was still there. No choice also, because Mascherano's injured from international duty. I think Liverpool had like 170 chances, Burnley was lucky their keeper saved them a lot of times. However, some of the goals were kind of his fault. Haha. Anyway baik ah Benayoun, another hat-trick. He's good! Zat & Nazir will say they told me so. And that my playing style similar to his, which is true, (perasan jubo a while ah) haha. But the best was still Voronin who missed a seater, respect. I hope Liverpool can continue with this kind of play, besides the Voronin missing bit or him playing at all.

Anyway guys, Hari Raya is around the corner. Since Zal is like finally free after 13th September, let's go Geylang ah. I wanna get kain samping, again. Hahaha. So how about Friday night, anyone? I know you got tennis Zat, but chill, we're gonna go damn late. Faliq, bawa van ke pe? Or Zat/Zal/Sam/Wan try to get car. Then we can have 2 vehicles, if I can get car also ah. Jangan kecoh bout parking, chill. Wow, this is a long entry.

That Liverpool Dream

12:17:38 AM suff: in my winning eleven 'become a legend' mode, i was playing for sunderland
12:17:41 AM suff: then pool wanted me
12:17:45 AM suff: and i accepted
12:17:52 AM suff: and i realised, being in pool is quite fun
12:18:17 AM suff: gerrard passes to me down the left wing
12:18:26 AM suff: aku give a low cross for torres to finish
12:18:33 AM suff: while el zhar is on the bench because of me
12:18:35 AM suff: gerek dok
12:19:34 AM zat.: ah thats why
12:19:36 AM zat.: it is just a game
12:19:44 AM zat.: in reality
12:19:51 AM zat.: kau give a low cross to mus
12:19:53 AM zat.: kena telinga dia
12:19:55 AM zat.: masuk goal

Baik Zat, bringing me back down to Earth.

Aku menang. Once.

I've been rejecting late night supper or dinner invitations from a lot of people recently. Nas, Nazir and Nas to name a few. The reason being tennis. You know how all of us has a passion for a particular sport. Nas - Hockey, Nazir - Fencing, Mus - Cycling (apparently), Faliq - Frisbee and Suff- Spankwire. Mine has to be tennis. It's the only sport which is up there with soccer in terms of adrenaline, excitement and its challenges. For me at least. Between the two, I cannot and will not want to choose one over the other.

I've been training hard for Sunig this year in hope that I can do well in the competition this year. The Singapore tennis arena, being so small, means that the usual suspects are expected to dominate the scene every year. There is a certain Kamil Ghazali who still gives me nightmares of his 6-0 thrashing in mini-tennis 11 years ago, sheesh kurang ajar betul.

So Sunig (Individual) took place at NUS last week and as expected, there were a lot of familiar faces around. I played Singles and my first round opponent was Nicholas Poon (SMU). Match started at 9pm cos this matrep had some school stuff to settle. That was after everyone has left except for the SMU and SIM contingent. The spotlight was very much on us since it was the last match of the day. He was a big guy whose weapons lie in his serve and his forehand so the gameplan was to get him moving and attack the backhand side. I got off to a good start and held a considerable lead until the later stages of the game where I was trying to serve off the match. Probably a bit of complacency on my side which saw him tying the score at 8-8, so it went to a tie break. At this point I was just frustrated at myself for not seeing off the match much earlier. The tie-break was nerve wrecking la and it was close at 5-5 until I secured the final 2 points to clinch the victory. The ending was a bit anti climatic ah because I didn't celebrate much despite the climax that built up to it.

So the 1st round win felt like a monkey off my back. I was going into the 2nd round(Quarters) feeling confident but my performance on court showed otherwise. Opponent this time was Desmond Tan (NUS). For some reason I was nervy and felt very tight on court. I couldn't get any rhythm whatsoever and before I knew it, he was running away with the lead. I was down 2-5, 3- 6 then 4-7. Somehow I managed to catch up to 6-7, 7-8 and then 8-8. Another tie-break but for all that comeback, I got whacked at the final hurdle and lost.

My teammate ,second from left, won Kamil 9-8. So ya that makes him a tennis noob

It was very disappointing and I couldn't live with the fact that my performance fell short. This I feel is the difference between good players and great players. The ability to produce the goods on court when it matters. And based on this alone, I have somewhere to go.

Ok la I know no one asked for a tennis update but this blog is dead so might as well ah.