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Friday, January 26, 2007

I'm just a teenage dirtbag

This blog brings around a lot of wonders. One such wonder came in the form of final-year student who emailed me a few days ago. She (assuming she's a she from the email she uses, you know the usual flowery girly name for an email) wanted me to answer a questionnaire on 'demographics, psychological well-being, and the motives of the individual weblogger in Malaysia'.
She's from a local university and I get the impression that this is part of her final-year project. Ahhhh...the good 'ol varsity days. How could I say no?
Things turned out funny when I read the questionnaire. It was divided into 4 parts, each with a different set of questions. Part 1 is demography. Part 2 is Self Esteem. Part 3 is, get this...Level of Loneliness. Part 4 finally is Motive.
You get at what I'm saying by the title of the different parts? Let me try out a couple of questions:
Part 2: Self Esteem
On a scale of 1 to 4, 1 being Strongly Agree and 4 being Strongly Disagree.

On the whole, I am satisfied with myself.
Scale: 1. Yep, especially after watching Paris Hilton. And I don't mean on tv.

All in all, I am inclined to think that I am a failure.
Scale: 1. You know where I can get a Magnum .45 in Seremban?

Part 3: Level of Loneliness
On a scale of 1 to 4, 1 being Often and 4 being Never.

How often do you feel you have nobody to talk to?
Scale: 2. Only when my imaginary friend goes to the toilet.

How often do you feel it is difficult for you to make friends?
Scale: 4. That's why they have Friendster, right? Right??

Part 4: Motive
What is your motives of weblogging? Correction my dear final-year student. It's what ARE not IS. Plural remember?

I blog to get hot chicks to go out with me. Even if it's only once. I notice most hot chicks have really boring blogs. They only talk about themselves most all the time and they put up a ton of pictures. Their blogs are like National Geographics. You only look at the pictures.

So there you have it. Hope she gets a good response from the others or else she'll have to put in her report that bloggers are a bunch of slimeballs who sit around 24-7 in front of the PC making funny noises from their nose. Wake up and smell the coffee dear graduan. You should have studied something more profounding about bloggers like the effects they have on politics, social issues and even as trendsetters. How about their role as the new media? Never heard of new media? You better get off those Cleo magazines pronto.

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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Tigers and Lions

As usual, was disappointed with Malaysia's performance against Singapore last night. After having controlled much of the game, lack of finishing and composure in front of goal robbed us of a win against the old enemy.
Ah, phooey. Sometimes I wonder, why do we even bother? It's like we should have known the outcome beforehand. Ye lah bolasepak Malaysia. How low can you go?
Watched the 1 o'clock news during lunch break just now. They talked about the crowd at the Shah Alam Stadium, which came to around 40,000 last night. It was seen as a sign of the comeback of the glory days when Stadium Merdeka was packed to the brim during those epic Pestabola Merdeka days. They said it was a sign that the crowd still backs the national team in spite of the recent results.
My question is, when did the crowd ever went away? Malaysian football fans are a loyal bunch despite what is heard at the stadiums. Yes, we curse them. Yes, we jeer them. And yes, we're still behind them. We never went away. Not when Indonesia thrashed us 4-1 at Bukit Jalil. Not when Philippines beat us for a huge upset way back in '91. Not when we crumbled at the last minute for Thailand to beat us for the gold at the KL 2003 Sea Games. We've been through thick and thin. The bribery scandal. The disco (five or four?) that partied during a major tournament. The endless change of coaches. We've been through it all.
What we all have in the national team is just one: Hope. Hope that this is finally it. The comeback of the glory days. The return of the Harimau Malaya. That's why everytime they put on the new Nike tiger kit, they should think about the fans. The thousands that brave the rain on the Federal Highway. The families that come kids and all. The mat dispatch that shells out 10 bucks of his small salary to be there. Think about it.
For all it's worth, it's still our team. Our own lads. I wouldn't trade the tiger for the Three Lions anyday. Yellow for the gold of Brazil.
Because I still have hope. One day.
How dare you say the fans went away. We never went away. And never will. If it's one thing that went away, it's the glory days Malaysian football.

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Monday, January 15, 2007

Personal note

I get emo on birthdays. Well, who doesn't right?

As cliche' as it may sound, sometimes all you need is loved ones and good friends to have a great birthday. Oh, sometimes co-workers as well.

To those who wished and celebrated with me, I had the best birthday in my entire pathetic life. And I wasn't even on leave!

Thank you to each and every one of you. You know who you are.
And apologies to Kuman as well. Sori beb mulut aku memang celupar.
Good luck to Jeg and Kajun on your journey to lands far, far away. Come back safely, aite?

Thanks, people. You complete me?

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Friday, January 12, 2007

Cuba teka umur saya

When I was seven, I cared about two things: What I'm having for lunch and what's on TV now. Usually it was GI Joe, Transformers or maybe M.A.S.K.
When I was nine, I still cared what was on TV: Was it Duck Tales, Gummy Bears or maybe even Alf?
When I was ten, this hot actress named Julia Roberts became a pretty woman. Billy Joel was denying he started the fire, Roxette was wondering whether it must have been love and Kevin Costner was dancing with wolves of all things. He got an Oscar for it too.
When I was eleven, Paula Abdul wasn't criticising American idols. Instead, she was rushing with Keanu Reeves. Family sitcoms were the pick of the week with Full House, Growing Pains getting good airtime. Even Micheal J. Fox's ties with his family was still airing.
When I was twelve, Genesis couldn't dance, Michael Jackson was wondering whether he was black or white and Right Said Fred claimed they were too sexy and never returned since. On the local front, Malaysia won the Thomas Cup after 25 years and suddenly we were all picking up badminton rackets.
When I was thirteen, UB40 said only fools rush in. Jurassic Park was the theme park you wanted to visit and Arnie became the last action hero. Sigh, finally.
90210 became a familiar postcode and everybody wanted to be like Luke Perry.
When I was fourteen, Green Day carried a basket case and alternative music became what it never wanted: mainstream. Cobain blew his brains out and paved way for Pearl Jam to be the flag-bearer of Seattle sound. This year, like was like a box of chocolates and Travolta made his comeback by telling us what they call a quarter-pounder in France.
When I was fifteen, THR was the hottest radio on the airwaves. Suddenly it was cool to listen to Fly Guy and other celebrity DJs. Alanis was telling us what we oughta know while Hootie and the Blowfish didn't turn out to be a stupid name after all.
When I reached sweet sixteen, tornadoes and aliens were invading our screens. Renee Zellweger was had at hello while Tom Cruise stumped us on the plot of Mission Impossible. What the hell was that all about? In the States, everyone was doing the Macarena while the Spice Girls told us what they wannabe.
When I was seventeen and worrying about SPM, people were Mmmboping, Tubthumping and bitching on Billboard charts. We fell in love on the Titanic and let Celine's heart go on with it. Paula Cole asked where have all the cowboys gone and she never asked again.
When I was eighteen, asteroids were heading for earth and Godzilla proved to be just another big, huge flop. Britney says she wants it one more time while Will Smith got us to get jiggy with it.
When I was nineteen, Haley Joel Osment could see dead people, Star Wars showed us how it all began and the Blair Witch was actually not British at all. Santana made a huge comeback with Rob Thomas and the New Radicals reminded us you only get what you give.
When I was twenty, the Y2K bug turned out to be nothing but bulls*** and living in the new millennium turned out to be an overhyped era. Suddenly, people were swearing and rapping on the charts while on the screens, Tom Hanks was talking to a ball and Russell Crowe was battling it out at the Colosseum.

Today, I become a year older. Maybe not wiser, but certainly older.
Like Blink 182 used to say,
"What's my age again?"

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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Customary New Year Post

Happy new year everyone.

And of course, a belated salam Aidiladha to my fellow brothers and sisters as well.

Let's take a break from my boring Emirates trip (of course, there's more to come! :P) and reflect on the present and past year, shall we?
With the passing of another year, it's always in my nature to look back in retrospect of the events that occurred in my life in 2006. Everyone does it anyway. What makes me any different?

In all, 2006 has been a nice year to me. Of course, there were the bad times and sad times as well. My dear Pak Lang passing away this year probably the saddest. Al-Fatihah.

Alhamdulillah, the good times were aplenty. Notably, I spent half of 2006 with my fellow colleagues from the Gomen during DPA. Based in Bukit Kiara, we went through a lot together and the six months with them will certainly be remembered by me for years to come. Going through the Polis, Bomba and Tentera module certainly tested my physical limits. And BTN, OBS and the anak angkat program in Kelantan certainly tested me mentally more than physically.

By having ceremonies and a certain Jebat performance by someone, DPA certainly was a blast. I met new acquaintances, reconnected with some from the past and formed a close friendship with others. It certainly was the highlight of 2006 if not my life.

And I travelled a lot this year compared to before. With the DPA program, we were already going up and down places I would never imagine myself to be at. With a lonely planet trip to Bandung in July plus an unlikely visit to London last week, 2006 has really been kind to me. I opened up my eyes to Malaysia and the world the past year. Hopefully, this is just the beginning of a long, long journey.

With the end of one, comes another. Sadly some good things come to an end and I guess that's how Allah shows us the way. I never thought it would happen, but it did. I met you. People say in the beginning you always like to talk about destiny and such, so let me just say I would be more than happy to see where destiny takes us. I just hope we'll reach there together.

I don't know what to expect in 2007. Of course, we all hope for the best. Resolutions? I guess it's to progress in my career and to really plan for the future. *wink* I will be looking forward to people uniting in 2007 while some new ones will come out this year, notably a certain niece/nephew for Uncle Stone.

I do not need reminding that I will be 27 anytime soon and that it's been 10 years since I left school. 10 years after SPM. I never thought I'd reach here. Speaking of school, it's our Golden Jubilee this year for my alma mater, STAR Ipoh. We certainly got the new year started on the right foot.
I hope there'll be a grand celebration and I will be looking forward to OBW this year. I really hope I won't miss it.

So many things have occurred in the last days of 2006, notably Saddam's hanging on Aidiladha itself. Let me just say as I always hope for, that the world will be a better place in 2007. World peace actually starts with ourselves. Let's make peace with the world and the people around us, because we all count. I would like to remind myself and you could too; to be nicer to people around me. I think there's always a start somewhere. No harm trying, eh?

Have a great 2007 everyone! :)

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