Laughter Is the Best Medicine

You guys have to check out Kenny Sia's last 2 posts. Haven't had such a good laugh in a long time! The latest one is about the Kuching shuffling sensation and the one before is about his visit to a local hair salon. I guarantee you'll laugh your guts out.

Laughter is good isn't it? A good laugh can do wonders for your morale, it can turn a blue day into a good one in an instant. It's like an instant shot of happiness, which for me usually comes in the form of Ramly burgers. Some people have told me that my blog is funny, which is good. My jokes tend to fail most of the time due to my intellectually higher state of mind, which in turn results in people thinking I'm a doofus. And when they call me a doofus, I usually answer "Hey, you try and DO FIRST, see if you can make people laugh or not!!". If you got that, consider yourself on an intellectually higher plane than the rest of them mere mortals. If you didn't, you should be calling me a doofus right around now.

After you check out Kenny Sia's posts and laugh your ass off, I'm gonna try to crack you up as well. I'd like to relate a story to you guys that happened to me many years ago. Because of this incident I am traumatized to this day. It happened late evening when I was in form 2. After returning home one Friday after school at about 7 pm, me and a friend decided to hit the field for a bit of football, just the 2 of us. It was kinda deserted as it was late and most people were already indoors. Not us 2, we were heroes.

So there we were. He was taking penalty kicks and I was the goalie.

Me: C'mon man! I'm not scared of you! Put one past me!
Friend: Muahahahaha! Not scared? Just watch this...
Me: Show me what you got!

Then as if God himself was listening to me, right on cue...

Friend: COWS!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This was the point when 3 cows, seemingly high on grass (heheheh, what a good pun), came out of nowhere and just charged into the field straight at us. Fortunately for my friend, he was close by the slides and climbed straight up. I, on the other hand, was out in no man's land - barefooted as well, as that's how we used to play football - "kampung" style.

So there I was, face to face with 3 raging cows. It was about this time when the "fight or flight" instinct kicked in.

Ok, ok, there was no "fight" at all. I just took off like a madman on steroids. I swear I have never run that fast in my life!!! I unofficially hold the "taman" record until this day. I hit the stony, pointy, rocky old tar road with no footwear whatsoever. When adrenaline kicks in, there's no pain. There's no sound. Everything seems clear and focused... *THUNDERING HOOVES BEHIND - MUST RUN IN OPPOSITE DIRECTION!!!*

Now I know how those guys in Pamplona must feel.


Being chased by bovines. Good exercise. (Source: Google images)

Thanks to the adrenaline pouring out my every orifice, I managed to outrun the cows around the block. About 1 minute later I was back at the field, minus the abovementioned mad cows. That's when I started feeling the pain in my feet. The excruciating, mind numbing, all confusing pain. I could not walk like a straight guy for the next 3 days.

You know what, I have this sinking feeling that mad cow disease might not have originated from Europe after all.

So, until this day, I have a morbid fear of cows. The sight of one triggers severe emotional distress and I start breaking out into a cold sweat, my knees get weak and I suddenly have the linguistic ability of a sloth. Come to think of it that's how I reach whenever I'm face to face with a hot chick.


Do not be fooled. They are watching... (Source: Google images)

Success?

I was going through my track referrals just now and guess what, I actually have people come to my blog from a Google search! PEOPLE FOUND MY BLOG FROM A GOOGLE SEARCH!!

Here's the breakdown:

Result 1: ...Transition... is the 5th result returned in a search for "Penang road sup kambing". And the first 4 result are actually 2 sites, so I can be considered 3rd. ROTFLMAO!!!

Result 2: A search for "Ramly burger" returns my blog as the first result in the 3rd page of listings. Not too bad eh?

I tell you that's why Penang food rocks la. Maybe I'll do another review soon including such luminaries that I missed out like nasi ganja and ayam negro. The names just kill you, don't they?

Hidup Penang!!!

Bhais n Beer

Overheard at the hockey stadium during last weekend's tournament where I took part...

"Shall we drink before the game or after?"

These are a few of my favourite things...

Greetings y'all! How do you guys like my new background? Cool eh? I tried a few different ones (mostly chicks in various states of undress) but the colour made it difficult to read the text so I ended up with this. I'm a bedroom deejay so the turntable suits me. I'm gonna make more tweaks to the design whenever I can. For now though I'm happy with my blog. It looks quite different from what you get on the template provided.

So on to today's post. We all have a few things we want to have don't we? A personal bar that never runs out of anything, a harem of the hottest chicks from every imaginable nationality, Britney and Christina in a Paris Hilton style home video, an American President that exhibits some intelligence, etc etc...I have more tangible things in mind though.



First of all, a brand new PC. Not just any PC, but a rig (self-constructed PC) with high-end specifications. I also want all my PC and all peripherals to be black, with neon green cold cathode lights and LEDs, similiar to the one pictured above. I'm also gonna draw the face of the alien from the "Alien" series of movies with a glow in the dark pen on the side without a see-through panel (hey I CAN draw ok, we Pisceans are artistic apparently). Can you imagine playing DOOM 3 in the dark then? I'm gonna be scared shitless. I can't wait!!!

Here are the specs:
-AMD 64 processor 3000+ 929 Winchester (loads of numbers I know, IT is so much fun innit?)
-a decent motherboard with dual channeling (dual channelling increases the RAM speed bu about 1.5)for both DDR1 and 2. I'm thinking of maybe even getting an SLI enabled motherboard (SLI=2 graphics card combined as one).
-dual layer DVD burner
-1 gig of RAM (dual channeled!)
-NVIDIA based 6600GT graphics card
-17 inch flat screen monitor

If all this sounds confusing, don't worry. It basically means that my PC is gonna be quite a monster! Compared to other tech geeks (yes I am one) it's nothing to shout about, but still, it's gonna be quite the powerful!

This is the only item on my wish list that I'm actually gonna get. Let's move on to the stuff I can only dream about.



Being a DJ enthusiast, naturally I would love to have my own DJ set. A year ago I got myself a mixer after saving for ages, and for all this while it's only been connected to my PC on which I use PCDJ, which is a common DJ software used in clubs and pubs, to mix. I'm getting bored of it though. I want the real thing. The Pioneer CDJ-1000 is the ultimate, but that's way out of reach. The CDJ-800 pictured above is a bit more realistic and it's features are more than sufficient for me. It even has scratching goddammit! God knows when I will finally save enough to my hands on a proper pair of DJ CD players, but if and when it happens I sure hope it's this one.

All playaz gotta have a pimp pair of kicks to impress the ladies.



Behold, the Timberland roll-top boots. Damn I love these shoes. It's a boot, but you can roll down the top make it appear as above. Cool as f**k, don't you think! Too bad they cost 700 bucks, way out of my league. Not that I don't have enough shoes, in fact I have quite a few compared to the average guy, but none are as cool as these Timbs. I can just imagine walking into Zouk on a Thursday and all the people move aside in respect to let the shoes pass through. They have have these in white, which looks seriously cool but it would get dirty too fast and to let that happen to a 700 bucks pair of shoes would be too painful to bear. These kicks are fly man...*sigh*...any kind souls out there willing to give me 700 bucks?

Finally...



Behind every successful man is a hot-ass chick. Shilpa Shetty is my dream lady. Don't ask why, I can't answer that myself. There's just something about her... Having a figure that would make Aphrodite herself pale in comparison helps a bit, I do admit. While the whole world keeps going on and on about Aishwarya, Shilpa is the brightest star in my galaxy. Che wah, so romantic.

Honorable mention: A camera phone to replace my workhorse 3310. I'm not being materialistic here. A camera phone would be good because then I would be able to take pictures on the go and that would make my posts here that much more interesting. So you see, I'm actually thinking about all you readers out there. How thoughtful...how considerate...how concerned...how generously good it would be if someone would buy me a camera phone for the sake of all my beloved readers for whom I care so much. No really, I do.

That's my wish list. Wouldn't life be fun if I had all of this?

Baaack!

Have been gone for a while. That's because I spent the weekend in Ipoh taking part in 6 a side hockey tourney. Apologies to my millions of fans who sit on front of your pcs while clicking the "refresh" button every 30 seconds hoping for a new post. As for my weekend, it was a heck of a fun trip, except for the part where we lost 3 out of 4 matches. We won the other one 5-0. Weird but true.

Thanks to that hockey excursion I woke up at 5 today. PM that is. 14 hours of blissfully good sleep. My body clock has adjusted itself so that I sleep only at about 3 or 4 am these days. Holidays are on, whaddaya expect! Saturday morning we had to meet up at 8 am, meaning I only got 3 hours of sleep on Friday night. and the next night I couldn't sleep at all! Kept tossing and turning all night and that feels like shit I tell you. I think the huge bar of chocolate I had before sleeping might have had something to do with that. It doesn't help that someone barges in at 5.45 in the morning with a wake up call just as I was about to fall asleep. And my alarm was set for 6.20 am! (We were to leave at 7). 40 minutes is more than enough for me to shower and eat, I think! WTF!! I felt absolutely shitty. Absolutely, absolutely shitty, with bloodshot eyes and all. A nice shot of Red Bull helped. The shittyness levels reduced to a point where I felt something akin to alright, but shitty I still was.

After we finished with the hockey I went to join up with my uncle from Penang, whom along with his 2 kids was taking part in badminton. I think he won something in the men's doubles, and his son was 2nd runner up in the junior doubles. His 12 year old daughter won the women's open singles and doubles and the mixed doubles with her dad. Not bad eh? Proceeded to makan and hitch a ride back to Penang after that, where I watched Rooney scored a fan-f**king-tastic goal before sleeping for 14 hours. Me that is, not Rooney. He would have celebrated with a few pints, I think.

It's been a good weekend. Hanging with the hockey boys in Ipoh was much fun, especially since we had a nice house all to ourselves. While I was tossing and turning, the rest were awake and noisy as hell. A bunch of bhai guys in an empty house? I do not wanna know what happened. Maybe that's why I was tossing and turning...

On another point, my blog is getting quite a few hits now! I recently passed the 300 mark. Woohoo! I also got a couple of comments from random users and not friends whom I force to post a comment, haha! I hope you guys enjoy my blog and the crap I write and keep coming back! Also wanna big up Kugan fo mentioning my blog as "nice quality" in one of his recent posts. Quite a bit of my traffic has been referred from his blog. Cheers, bro!!

Am gonna head off now, feeling a little exhausted from a working out and playing futsal after that. Was feeling kinda energetic after 14 hours of sleep, you see. Till my next post...

My Dating Personality

Got this "dating personality" test off the Indian Stallion's blog. Here's my results.

Your dating personality profile: Big-Hearted - You are a kind and caring person. Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love. Religious - Faith matters to you. It is the foundation that you build your life upon. You trust that God has a plan for you. Funny - You laugh often. People never accuse you of lacking a sense of humor. You don't take yourself too seriously.

Your date match profile: Practical - You are drawn to people who are sensible and smart. Flashy, materialistic people turn you off. You appreciate the simpler side of living. Religious - You seek someone who is grounded in faith and who possesses religious values. You believe that a religious person can enhance your life. Funny - You consider a good sense of humor a major necessity in a date. If her jokes make you laugh, she has won your heart.

Your Top Ten Traits 1. Big-Hearted 2. Religious 3. Funny 4. Stylish 5. Liberal 6. Sensual 7. Outgoing 8. Wealthy/Ambitious 9. Traditional 10. Athletic

Your Top Ten Match Traits 1. Practical 2. Religious 3. Funny 4. Conservative 5. Traditional 6. Shy 7. Sensual 8. Athletic 9. Intellectual 10. Adventurous

Take the Online Dating Personality Quiz at Dating Diversions

Makes sense mostly to me...but "religious" so high up the list? Followed by conservative and traditional at no. 4 and 5!! This is more like what my parents are drawn to, not me!!

Shame? What shame?

The past few days have been rather eventful. Since my exam ended on Friday at noon, some things have happened that don't usually occur every day. It's been topsy turvy, but at the end of it all I hope that everything gets back to normal. I won't say what exactly happened, but it's been something that's been weighing on my mind rather heavily. I can just pray for things to be clear soon, not for me, but for someone I hold dear.

Now let's move on. I was reminded of an incident that happened a few months back when I took out one of my older t-shirts to wear today. You see, I'm a regular jogger at the Gasing hills. Well at least I have been until the recent spate of haze and bad weather in the evenings. Anyways, I had just finished jogging one fine day and was catching my breath at the "jogger's hangout", which is a playground. Suddenly this woman, in her 40's I think, comes up to me. Bear in mind that if this woman were a chick, or at least an attractive older woman (MILF? Hahahahaha), I might have reacted differently ;-)

So there I was minding my own business....

Woman: Excuse me?
Me: Huh? Wha...yes?
Woman: I like your t-shirt...
Me: (In my mind I was thinking WTF?!) Err, thanks. I like it too.
Woman: Where did you get it from?
Me: I can't really remember, but I think I got it from Carrefour, in Seberang Jaya, Penang. I'm from Penang, you see.
Woman: Can I have it? The phrase on your shirt is actually one of my mottos in life.
Me:Err...ehhhh...you want my t-shirt? But it's all sweaty!
Woman: Don't you have a change with you?
Me: No I don't la...

At this point I was thinking to myself "What the hell, who is she to ask for my t-shirt?!?! WTF...". I was also a bit blur at the time, tired after jogging and all you see. And if you would like to know, my t-shirt said "AGE IS A MATTER OF ATTITUDE". Big deal la if it's one of your mottos. Motto schmotto. That doesn't mean you can go up and ask for it. For example, I wouldn't go up to someone who's wearing a shirt that says "SEXY BEAST" and just ask for it like that. No shame man. You gots ta have some pride, baybee...

And that wasn't even the worst part...

Woman: Okay. Can you go back and wash it and send it to me then? I'll give you my address.
Me: Uh? Um....okay? (I was very blur at this point, ok....)
Woman: Thank you!! Here's my address...(proceeds to tell me her addy of which all I can remember is that it's in section 5)
Me: Ok.
Woman: So when can you send it?
Me: When pigs fly over your shameless self and perfectly aim pig dung bombs shamelessly on your shameless head.

Ok, ok...here's what I really said...

Me: In a few days time, I guess.
Woman: Okay, thank you very much!!

Holy shitballs. Such shameless nerve some people have! Not just to ask me for my shirt, but to then request me to wash and deliver it to her doorstep. Once I got home and regained my senses, I thought "WTF...I'm not going to deliver her my shirt. Of all the nerve...biatch!".

I haven't seen her again in that jogging area since that day. Good thing too, I'm sure she would shamelessly come up to me and say "Hey, what happened to my shirt?!?", to which I would slap her ass back to shameless-o-ville.

Well, you never know what would have happened had I given her that shirt. Maybe she wouldn't be at home and instead I would have to give the shirt to her extremely gorgeous, single, available and nymphomaniac daughter who finds me such an irresistable and extremely good-looking hunk who has a kind enough heart to personally deliver a t-shirt to her mom. You know what happens next.

But we'll never know shall we? *Sigh...*

Jeez. I think I mentioned the word "shameless" about 100 times in this post. How shameless.

Good nuts?

Seen on the cover of Pagoda ground nuts packaging:

"YOUNGER NUTS ARE BETTER NUTS"

Suffice to say groundnuts weren't what came to mind. Could that have been done on purpose? A two-pronged advertising campaign aimed at god knows what...

The HATTA

Arief passed me this link last night. It is freakin' HILARIOUS. I couldn't stop laughing.

Black squirrels rule.

http://www.illwillpress.com/hatta.html

El Rio Grande

Was having a coke up in my room just now. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, I spotted my bro's Black Label lying on my dressing table. It's been there for 3 months - since that infamous Wednesday night at Zouk when JAIS decided to drop by. So anyways, there I was with a glass of Coke in my hand, Black just staring back at me, longingly.

"Please, please, save me from this eternity of misery", it called out.

What's a man to do? I had to help the needy.

So I had a pack. Nice and stiff. And I'm feeling a teensy bit "happy" right now.

The problem is I hate drinking at home. Coz whenever I have a drink or two I always feel like going out clubbing or partying. And when you're stuck at home that feeling sucks.

There's only about 3 packs left anyways. Been waiting for my bro to take it back for the last 3 months. I don't think it's gonna happen. I'm performing euthanisia on this bottle. It's suffering so badly. I can't take it anymore!

Anyways, on to more serious matters. Rio Ferdinand has just been voted Britain's best dressed man, as chosen by GQ magazine. Alright la macha...Man U rulezzz.....

As for the "metrosexual" David Robert Joseph Beckham, the winner for the past 3 years, he is now officially the worst dressed. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA......how the mighty have fallen.

It's come as no surprise to me. Although Becks is viewed as a fashion icon, a trendsetter, some of his fashion decisions are as bent as his crosses.

So big up yourself, Mr. Ferdinand. May those in red forever outshine the pretenders in other colours.

Want to know the difference between Ferdy and Becks? Here's my research.


Who's that stylish guy?

Ferdy has inspired and convinced me to finally get corn rows done. I'm doing it as soon as my college allows me too.


Corn rows look good on dark-skinned guys like Rio. And most chicks.


Beckham is neither. Though he tries hard to be both.

Wanna know what I mean?


Here he is trying hard to look like a G. Skull caps do not look good on white boys. Eminem maybe, but he pulls it off coz he rolls with Dre and Fifty. Beckham rolls with Elton "Crocodile Rock" John.


And here he is trying to look like a chick. Only Malaysian men (at night, at home) and chicks wear sarungs (I'm Malaysian, it's sarung to me, not "seh-wrong"). And chicks wear sarungs at the beach, not to dinner. Take note, Becks.


Ah, this explains it all...the fugliest shirt ever. On the strength of this alone, he deserves his worst-dressed accolade. Not just in Britain, but in the world. As judge Manolo Blahnik said, Beckham is "the original fashion victim". Nuff' said.

DCCN

Design of Corporate Compputer Networks. Thy name is evil. Absolute evil.

My God, what a crappy paper. I hour to earn 100 marks including designing and drawing a logical network diagram with a report is absolutely ludicrous. Who the hell came up with this 1 hour idea. Screw you!

That having been said, it's an almighty relief to be done with this screwed up module. Now for Friday's paper and the sem is over! Holidays!

Then to work with the final year project. Mid-point presentations are coming up and there's major work to be done. And there's also a hockey tourney in Ipoh one day before the mid-points get going. Holidays, I was saying? ROTFLMAO......

And the sem is over? MY GOD!! I'm halfway through final year!! That was a quick four months...

Queer eye is on! My fav show! Time to go makan my 2 ayam special Ramlys.

Defunct?

Just under a year ago I became a proud member of a certain organization. An organization that was practically dead. All us new members had this dream about reviving this organization and making things fun and happening in our designated jurisdiction.

Things started off well, (almost) everyone worked hard to produce a night of splendour, pomp and party that hadn't been seen for ages in this certain place. It was as great a start as we could have wished for.

It's a funny thing you know, after great achievements people tend to become comfortable. Some too comfortable.

Since that night nothing has happened. Nothing. Defunct is the absolute word to describe this organization. The supposed members appear, to me at least, to be not interested anymore.

I, on the other hand, have always wanted to have a prom nite. This jurisdiction of mine badly needs one. It has not happened since 2002. I believe the students would dearly welcome it, and the place itself would dearly appreciate it. The problem is getting this organization to organize it.

Time is running out, and I'm getting worried that it will nevre materialize. I would be severely disappointed and regret it for the rest of my life if this were to happen.

I WANT TO ORGANIZE A PROM NITE.

I only have a select band of brothers in the abovementioned organization that I can rely on. It is with these people that the burden of any prom nite shall be carried.

I am taking matters into my own hands. Something has to be done.

Watch this space.

Food and Life

The highlight of my week for the past 3 years have been my Friday or Saturday nights (tengok mood la) when I drive out to my Ramly burger stall to get my double dose of "ayam special". I've been ordering the same thing for 3 years now, but I still have to repeat myself to the stall guy everytime I go there. Wtf? Anyways, during holiday periods, I get very lonely and bored at home, thus the weekly routine becomes the tri or quad weekly routine. Today, Tuesday night, I had planned la - 2 ayam special and watch "Alexander" on DVD. Ah the simple pleasures. Thats's the life la. So at 10.30 there I was with my usual "Auntie, I'm going to get my burger" like I have for the past 3 years. But this time....I kena warning.

Aunt: Ok go...but make sure you're careful
Me(blur): You mean close the gate as soon as I leave and come back inside?
Aunt: Yes and also check if anyone is following you and all. If can I don't want you going out at this hour. Just yesterday someone I know got robbed outside her house. Not safe these days.
Me: Ok....

Buying my Ramly burgers has become unsafe. If I want to go I have to go earlier. But how will I know if I'm gonna have the craving for Ramly so early? Well actually every night I crave for it.
But the point is, something as simple as getting Ramly burger also now got problems. I mean I understand the concern of my aunt, I guess I just have to go earlier, but at the end of the day I'm just going to get Ramly burgers. My weekly Ramly isn't more than just a couple of burgers, it is me just wanting to go out and chill ofr a while. Drive a bit, listen to some music....I love cruising at night and listening to my music, it's one of the simple joys of life. However I don't get to do that in KL. In fact I hardly ever get out in KL! Not including going out with family, mind you. This situation is slightly improving nowadays. Anyways, that wasn't the end of my misery.

As I turn into 7-11 where my stall is, I notice theburger fella isn't there. Wtf! I thought he was closed on Sundays only! Oh woe betide me!!!

So here I am, blogging at 12.30 am, hungry and craving for my Ramly burgers. Which is reminding of all the great food In Penang. Ah, the food in Penang. I want to tell you guys about my favourites.

Tari Cafe (www.taricafe.com.my)
The best burgers anywhere. This place started as a simple stall where the owner used to dance as he made the burgers, this the moniker "Tari". It used to be called "Tari Burger" as it was just a burger stall back then. Then it expanded to a full fledged cafe with the burger stall still in the same location but a whole cafe built around it serving all manners of food from western to malay cuisine. And of course the burgers. And it became known as "Tari Cafe". Now they have shifted slightly further up the road(it's in Tanjung Bungah, just after Island Plaza on the left). It's even bigger, they have a pool table, loads of neon lights, big screen TVs and a DJ occasionally. I used to go this place very often when Soho's Batu Ferringhi was insanely popular with the Penang crowd and Tari was on the way back. Now I go there less often, but I still frikkin love the burgers. I haven't actually tried any of the other foods there so I can't comment.

Sahuban Nasi Kandar
As the clubbing scene shifted from Batu Ferringhi to the centre of town (thank God!!) Sahuban's on Burmah Road became the spot. It wasn't exactly super-fantastic, but after a night of partying and feeling hungry as hell, the food was heavenly. And the ayam goreng is something special, especially if you're lucky enough to get it hot! I hear the management has changed and the standard has gone down now. Honorable mention must go to the famous Line Clear, on Penang Road near Komtar. There's actually two parts, the stall next to the longkang or the air-cond restaurant next to it. I hear this is to satisfy customers as some say the "real" experience is with the stalls. However both places' food come from the same kitchen at the back. Hahaha. Orang Penang saja boleh tahu semua ini. Line Clear!!

Sup Kambing
The current king. Last Thursday I had sup kambing at Pelita in Bangsar, man it sucked. Nowhere near to what you get in Penang. This place is even closer to all the hotspots(Soho's Penang Road, Slippery Senoritas aka SS, Shamrock Irish Pub dan banyak lagi). A hot bowl of sup kambing after a night out clears any drunkenness you might have and also assures you won't get a hangover the next day. You get real pieces of mutton and the sup has a kick to it, unlike the chunks of rubber I had last Thursday. Eaten with the famous Penang roti benggali....oh my gawd...heaven. Even Dr. M was spotted eating there with his wife.

I noticed all the food above is connected when clubbing. Hey, that's I do most of my eating out in Penang. As for char koay teow, any koay teow in Penang can beat the best KL has to offer. KL koay teow sucks big time. Indian food in KL is nice though. Raju's canai rulez....but Raju's is frikkin expensive. Only can go there with family.

Damn , now I'm even hungrier. I gotta go find something to eat.

The Belated Celebration

Last Thursday, last Thursday....finally celebrated my birthday with a spot of clubbing with some good friends. Nouvo was the place, DJ Moto was down, we had two tables in the VIP section, everything was set. The crowd took a while to get going, but Nouvo is obviously behind Zouk on the Thursday night "happening" scale. Anyhow, we had 2 tables in the so-called VIP section and 3 bottles for a very reasonable price, so I'm not complaining. So there we were, what was it, 12 guys? And not a single girl. Haha. Pretty much explains APIIT to you!! At the end of the day everyone had a good time so it was cool. Gotta thank my mates for making the nite memorable. Vick, the only non APIITian, the Malay section-Wandy, Wan and Ajiem. Kelly(yes he's a guy) for being the main organiser and Manin too. Then there's the hockey boyz....too many to mention.

Speaking of hockey, I'm glad I finally decided to join the hockey training. In fact I'm kicking myself for not joining earlier. It's good to have a bunch of mates to lepak and chill with. Not to say my classmates are lacking or anything, but people in class are those I meet in college and that's it. There are not many people in APIIT I hang with outside college. Everyone's always got some excuse or another. That's why I miss Ali so much, heheheh. With the hockey boys it's just a bunch of close-knit, mostly bhai guys having fun. I know you're thinking about some bhai jokes right now. Screew you, this is an emotional moment for me. Have some respect. Booya!

The best part is, there's no politics!! Five weeks into training and I've got a real chance of playing for the team. Unlike football/futsal where the bloody thing is so screwed up with politics and cronyism and the same fuckers are playing for the team although some players are not even in the college any more. The person in charge of football is in on it, that's why so many people are pissed that there's a new guy handling football. Serves all you mofos right. APIIT football can go fuck itself. Almost 3 years in APIIT and I couldn't even get close to playing for the team. All you APIIT footballers go screw yourself.

Ahhh....that felt good.

Hockey boys forever. Cheers to you all!

And happy birthday to me.

On a last note, just wanted to say something about the passing of the Pope. I'm not Roman Catholic, or Christian for that matter, but the world has lost a good man. We could do with more leaders such as him instead of the war-mongering, selfish idiots currently in charge of the world.

RIP.

The great man - Pope John Paul II. (Source: www.cabrinischool.org)