Here We Come

After all the discussion and whatever shit, this is where we stand, as in literally:



If you can't see it, it's Free Standing at Pen A.

With Arms Wide Open

Dear Mus

You were young and naive. It was too soon to leave the herd. You ventured out, were exposed to the harsh realities of life. You thought you were ready, able to take on the world! It felt good, you were emboldened with every step you took. It was a good run. Alas, it was not to be. Do not fret. You are not alone. We take you back in, accept you as one of us. One of TOWNS.

Welcome back home.

Wedding Insights Part 2

The last time I attended a wedding and made an entry, it had an unexpected impact on our readers somehow. So much so that one of them decided to quit TOWNS for good, which in retrospect was a very wise decision. For all the unfortunate members left here, you can choose not to read beyond this paragraph. Because believe it or not, life in TOWNS can get worse. It's true!

The past weekend, my cousin got married. I've been involved in weddings before but this time round it's much more surreal. Not only because she's a very close cousin of mine but mainly because like it or not, it's about time we give marriage a thought. While God knows who we're (or not) going to marry, in the event that we do we can at least be prepared. Financially I mean.

I've learnt that the market rate is $30000 or thereabouts. Of course it won't be used in one shot, but still that's how much we need to have beforehand for both the persandingan and the pernikahan the day before. This is just a rough figure, but it's pretty accurate. My mum recently reminded me about it and it was the same figure that my cousin gave when I personally asked her about it. I will not divulge into the details of the amount but just for starters, $16000 alone is needed for catering of food. That's on the basis of $12/head, which she said is already quite reasonable priced. Of course the figure depends on the number of invites as well. So either you make the wedding a private one or request for a potluck theme. Both ways, they're not ideal.

So I was thinking about it, how the hell is this even possible? I realised it's actually quite feasible la. Assuming our jobs pay, say a minimum gross of $2000 per month. If we can save at least 40% of it, that'll already be $800 x 12= $96oo a year. And since there is no hurry to marry anyway, that'll leave a good 5 years for us to save up. And if you do your mental sums (Mus, use calculator), by the end of that period, the sum saved should be enough. There can be an excess amount even, which should be saved for future use. So basically what I'm getting at is, all hope is not lost. Mathematically at least. Satay, ah that one your seluardalam.

Till the next wedding then.

Race means race car ah?

This was produced by the late Yasmin Ahmad. I really enjoy her adverts which tend to be short and sweet, but most importantly delivers a very important message. I've come across a few of them before and will post them from time to time. Enjoy.

Amazing penalties

Seriously Ref?!



I hope this doesn't give anyone of us any ideas because Henry and Pires tried to re-create it but failed miserably. Still damn cool though.

Ngog not so 'Ngok' after all

For those who didn't get to see Ngog's goal for Liverpool this morning against Birmingham, you oughta go check it out. It was dahsyat. If you think Is's volley goal on Sunday was good, this was even better. (Obviously ah, since it's EPL standard). I'm lazy to go find the video to put here or what, so you all pandai-pandai ah. To put it in words, it was a first-time left foot volley straight to the roof of the net. If you see it first time, you might think it was Voronin (coz he's so fucking good), but no no, it's really Ngog.

Zat thinks Obertan can be damn good. (good enough to replace Ronaldo eh?) But I'm gonna be more daring. I'm saying Ngog can be as good as Voronin. Hisap bodoh, noone can be as good as Voronin. But seriously, I saw a glimpse of Ngog's potential this morning. I believe if Benitez knows how to utilise him, he can be an asset ah. Furthermore, he's only 20.

Harris Bin Potter And The Stoned Philosopher

Chapter 1:
The Boy Who Tak Mati Siol!

Harris bin Potter is not your average boy.

For one, he is an orphan. His parents, Pakcik and Makcik Potter, had died of very bad food poisoning when he was only a year old. At least, that was what his aunt, Cik Petom, told him.

"It was very bad satay from Johor," she had told Harris. "I've tried the satay from that stall before. Tak sedap lah! Tastes like pantat!"

When Harris heard this speech, he wondered two things: one, how Cik Petom even knew how pantat tasted like, and two, why she didn't drop dead when she too had eaten that infernal satay from Johor.

Indeed, Harris hated the nasi lemak out of his aunt, and not without reason.

Since the unfortunate death of his parents, Harris had been under the care of his Uncle Pandir and his Aunt Petom. In actuality, 'under the care' is a grossly inaccurate statement. Harris was more often than not under their only son, Dumbass. Literally.

And this was a particularly unpleasant situation because: one, nobody likes to be sat on, and two, because Dumbass weighed a hundred kilos.

And when Dumbass was not sitting on him, Harris was badly mistreated by his aunt and uncle. They would talk rudely to him, not let him watch television and make him do all the house chores. For a boy of eleven years, in an age of Playstation 3 and where TV no longer had Aksi Mat Yoyo, this was a foul, miserable existence.

One reason why his relatives abuse him is perhaps because Harris had special abilities. No, it wasn't that he was particularly good at sepak takraw, or could preside over a void deck soccer match, or could play the guitar particularly well.

What made Harris really special was that he was a wizard.

He wasn't exactly a full-fledged one yet, but he was learning to be one at Hog-Tak-Halal-What School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a secret school of magic situated in The PIE. Since this story is written from a Singaporean perspective, most people assume that the school is somewhere along the famed Pan-Island Expressway. The school is however, located on a real pie, called The PIE - block letters to highlight its significance as a locale. Where The PIE is, only witches and wizards would know. How a grand castle could stand erect (hee hee) on a squishy pie (hee hee), only witches and wizards would know. How nobody ever noticed a bloomin' castle in Singapore, again, only witches and wizards would know.



--------------------------------------------



Harris' first day there was literally the most magical experience in his life, hitherto. The school had sent their janitor, the half-giant Hamid, to retrieve Harris from the residence of his Uncle Pandir's.

The above-mentioned retrieval had been a fiasco. Even that notion would be debated as an understatement in some quarters. Uncle Pandir, an air-conditioning technician (a cruder term for his job would be 'air-con repairer'), had mocked Hamid's lowly and common-grade occupation as a school janitor. Hamid furiously corrected Uncle Pandir, saying that he is a 'Hygiene Officer In A Magical School' and that his duties included 'carefully arranging the magic brooms in the right closets'.

Uncle Pandir remained lost in thought for a good two minutes before saying, "I carefully arranged my magic broom in your mother's closet last night."

Hamid had roared loudly at the insult to his mother, while Aunt shrieked even louder at the thought of her husband cheating on her with a half-giant's mother.

Hamid then withdrew a singular satay stick, pointed it at Dumbass, and waved it as he exclaimed, "Mangkuk, siol!" Harris could only watch, half in awe and half in delighted amusement, as Dumbass shrunk, and transformed into a singular brown porcelain bowl.

With that, Hamid grabbed Harris, and fled.

Harris was still laughing as Hamid reached the outskirts of the HDB estate.

"Don't worry," Hamid said. "He'll be back to normal in..." Hamid paused, and was obviously counting in his head. The half-giant finally held up two fingers - "In three minutes."

"I'm not worried about that la," Harris said, smiling. He was exhilarated at finally being away from his Uncle Pandir, his Aunt Petom and his dumbass cousin Dumbass. "Where are we going from here?"

"I'm going to send you back to where you truly belong - the world of magic. And your first stop, Hog-Tak-Halal-What."

"Hamid, I know it's tak halal. Hogs, boars - pigs. All tak halal."

"No, Harris. It's a school. Hog-Tak-Halal-What School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Well, it's a stupid name for a school," Harris muttered under his breath.

Hamid continued, "I took the liberty of getting you your school essentials. It will be waiting for you in school. I studied there too, Harris. You'd love it there."

Harris held on to Hamid as he magically teleported them away from Tampines, where his relatives had stayed, with his (Hamid's) magical satay stick. Magical teleportation was an uncomfortable experience, and Harris closed his eyes as he braced himself for the trip.

When he opened his eyes again, he was on a winding dirt path that cut into a forest and led to a grand stone castle.

Harris gazed, open-mouthed in awe, at the majestic castle. It rose high above the trees, reaching for the clouds but failing. Still, it was probably higher than Bukit Timah.

"Welcome to The PIE," Hamid said grandly. "And before you, is the magnificent Hog-Tak-Halal-What School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Harris stepped toward it, but his feet sank into brown, soft, squishy soil.

"It's a mudPIE," Hamid told Harris a few seconds too late.



------------------------------------------



Before Harris went further, Hamid stopped him again. "I'm guessing your aunt and uncle didn't tell you, Harris. Your parents were murdered by a dark and powerful wizard."

"So he was the one who made the satay? Damn that bastard from Johor!"

"No! No! There was no satay from Johor involved. This wizard personally killed your parents!" Hamid looked kindly into Harris' face. Right now, it was a face that wore a pained expression.

"What was his name?" The words came out slowly from Harris, through a veil of controlled rage.

"Oldermat," Hamid replied.

"Which mat? Who's he older than?"

"No, that's his name. Oldermat. Thing is, on the night he tried to kill your parents, he also tried to kill you. But he failed. He failed, Harris! Like a Mat trying to do advanced Mathematics, he failed. And people say he's now dead, thanks to you."

Harris only stared wordlessly as he tried to digest all of this.

"You're the boy who tak mati, siol!"

TOWNS Advert

It's already November so that can only mean one thing...

Knock knock
Who's there?
November
November who?
DRAMATIC DECEMBER 09!!!

That's right guys. December is only round the corner so get your plans up and your hopes crushed all in the same month!

Dramatic December 09.. where everything looks like it will happen but actually it will not.

proudly brought to you by TOWNS

I quit.

Yes that's right. I quit this self-fulfilling circle of no satayness. Mother fuck fuck shit fuck. Suff remove my bloody face from the blog man.

Selamat Pengantin Baru

Yesterday, some of us attended Faliq's sister's wedding. Congratulations to his family and to her of course. Thanks for the food and the invitation, but it would have been better if you actually knew we existed. Nevertheless, may this be the start of the happiest chapter of your life. If only I knew your name, it would have sounded more sincere but I really meant it la.

Anyway, it got me thinking. Actually no as it has been running in my mind for a while now. We may laugh about the prospect of marriages now but it will really hit us when one of us naik pelamin. So before it dawns upon us when we're very old and very single, there are two big obstacles that needs to be realized before there can be a remote possibility of marriage;
Money and Satay.

Money. A lot of us will soon be graduating and entering the workforce so while the income that we'll be earning then sounds enticing, I'm quite sure there needs to be some serious financial planning. Jokes aside, we all need our Excel Spreadsheet. Right now mine's just a blank piece of paper and I will need to follow Jon's footsteps asap. Where do you even begin. From the duit hantaran to the catering to the wedding decor to the booking of void deck in case some matreps want to play 2v2 soccer with slippers, there is a LOT of money involved. A Savings account will be a start but our daily expenses are enough to wipe them off faster than you can say biduk lalu kiambang bertaut.

It's safe to say an average of $20k is needed just for the wedding itself, and for all that scrimping and saving you will see it(or not) vanish in one day albeit the most important day of your life. When the honeymoon's over, that's when the real deal kicks in.Buy a house? Furniture? Decor? Household expenses? Car? Siapa menang? The money involved really makes me wonder how married couples do it and it has given me a new found respect for our parents who have been doing it successfully for over 22 years now.

Now, satay. Ahhhhhhhh the age old question, how to get a satay? The most popular topic in our conversations by far.We are suffering from major bouts of masuk angin keluar asap and we're not getting any younger but ya. Time to hit the panic button? Not yet. But few years down the road, then maybe. I'm starting to think that this TOWNS thing is a self-fulfilling prophecy after all. We talk about it so much that subconsciously it is ingrained in our heads that we can never get a satay. Sedih ke pe gang.

Between the two, I cannot put a finger on which is harder to achieve. All I know is that in the long run, one can definitely not work without the other. It's something to ponder. Till the next wedding then.

Watch, enjoy and don't even think of trying.

One of my favourite goals of all time. I'll trade all my hair for that amount of talent.







TAK.

No Peaceful Easy Feeling for The Eagles

Waddup guys. So I got my S-League media pass for sports journalism and now I can bring you guys updates on S-League games. By right, I'm not supposed to, because of some journalist confidentiality shit. But it's only TOWNs what. If they do find out I put MY articles on a blog, however, they'd slaughter me. So keep it on the down-low yo.

Meanwhile, I shall live precariously siol.

Oh, and Peaceful Easy Feeling is a song by The Eagles. As in the American band that sang Hotel California.

No Peaceful Easy Feeling For The Eagles
Geylang United falter at home against the Young Lions as bigger agendas loom ahead for both teams.
by Suffian Hakim


A solitary Yang Mu goal gave the Young Lions their third win in a row as they edged past Geylang United at Bedok Stadium in an evenly-contested match.

It was both teams' penultimate game in the Yeo's Great Eastern S-League, and it was a worrying result for Geylang United ahead of their Singapore Cup final with Thai outfit Bangkok Glass in less than a fortnight.

The Young Lions tried to floor the Eagles from the word go. In the sixth minute, the away team's striker Fadhil Noh let fly a sweet right foot shot from the edge of the box. Only an athletic save by Geylang custodian Yazin Yasin prevented the ball from dipping deliciously into the net.

Geylang's chances in the first half were limited mainly to long-range attempts and set pieces. Their best chance came with a 27th-minute free kick by Miroslav Latiak that escaped the wall, forcing Young Lions goalkeeper Hyrulnizam Juma'at to parry the ball. The resulting rebound fell to Kim Jae Hong's feet, but the Korean midfielder scuffed the shot wide.

However, it was the Young Lions who appeared more dangerous, combining the pace of Gabriel Quak with Hariss Harun's unpredictable passing and target man Yang Mu's strength and height to penetrating effect.

It was this exact combination that resulted in the Young Lions' goal just a minute before the half-time whistle. A well-weighted through ball by midfield maestro Harun released Quak down the left wing. The 19-year-old winger blazed beyond the reach of the flatfooted Geylang defence, and delivered a cross into the Geylang box. A lapse in concentration by the Eagles' backline allowed Yang Mu to drift unmarked between the two Geylang centre-backs and nod in the only goal of the game.

Nonetheless, Geylang can take heart as they dominated possession for most of the game, especially in the second half. Captain Latiak was at the heart of some very slick moves by the Eagles.

In the 61st minute, the Slovak forward reacted first to a loose ball just outside the Young Lions' box. Displaying pace and immaculate control, Latiak surged into a box crowded with white jerseys. The Geylang number 9 somehow found time to force in a shot from an acute angle that Juma'at could only parry. Hafiz Rahim rushed in for the point-blank rebound, but the shot was miraculously cleared off the line by Young Lions left-back Safuwan Baharudin.

A despondent Latiak said after the game, "I think we played well. We attacked a lot but I don't know why we couldn't score."

As Geylang look to improve on their finishing ahead of the Singapore Cup final, the Young Lions are also looking ahead. "We're hoping to bring this performance into the SEA Games," said Young Lions star Hariss Harun. "Or perform even better."

The result allowed the Young Lions to climb above Woodlands in the S-League standings, to 8th place. Geylang, meanwhile, remain two spots above in 6th.