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The age is older.
The stories are true.
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DVD Clubs
I miss Alanis Morrisette
Sucking too hard on a lollipop
The Drogba Double
Thank God for Tesco.
Tesco? Yeah. On my final night, I went to Tesco to look for socks and tea. Way past ten, which explains my gratefulness for stores that upon till late (or never closes at all). No explanation needed for the socks and tea though.
Tesco and socks aside, tomorrow marks a new chapter in my life. For twenty eight years, I've lived the life. Been there. Done that.
Tomorrow I step into unknown territory. For those twenty odd years, I've learned to adapt to new places and surroundings: Starting school in a foreign land, went to Ipoh at thirteen, started my working adult life in the big bad city of Kuala Lumpur, and other new adventures. But this time, I don't know what to expect. Married life is a different life. So people tell me.
"You live your own life."
I've always held on to those words since I started learning that life doesn't always lead you to where you want to be. I can't recall where I first heard those immortal words. It must've been something I read. Or some Oscar-nominated movie. Or maybe an overheard conversation on my many rides on our public transportation system.
Whatever it is, I've learned there is no road map in life. There are no Dummies book either. You live. You learn. Like Alanis used to say.
I miss Alanis Morrisette. Maybe she can shed some light on how married life is. Write a damn song, for goodness sake.
I don't know what to expect tomorrow. Didn't I say that already? Which is true, really. But I'm looking forward to my life ahead. New things to do. New stuff to explore. Where do I go from here? You tell me.
What I can tell you is that this will be my last post before I'm officially a married man. I will continue blogging, which has always been something dear to me. But other than that, I'm about as clueless as Alicia Silverstone.
Goodbye single life. It's been one hell of a ride. Wish me luck for the days ahead. I'll see you when you get there.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Not with work, but wedding preparations. Work is okay. Boss not around so all of you know what's going on when that happens. Unless you're the Boss. To whom I say I am working on that paper right this minute.
A little update won't do any harm, no? I just had the itch to write, so here we go (itch to write? Wah! Macam penulis tersohor seperti Ahadiat Akashah)
I am:
1. Listening and loving 'Tears on my Guitar'. Chicks on six strings just blows me away.
2. Very busy with final preparations. I can't seem to finalize the guest list. It's driving me bonkers. I have to cross out names and I hate doing that. I want everyone that's been significant in my life to be there, be it a thousand people. Sadly, I am not Siti Nurhaliza :(
3. Contemplating to go and see Marie Digby in action. But she's performing in a shopping mall! That's sooo Ziana Zain? Nurul? (insert local female artiste here)? She deserves better. These people have no respect for YouTube superstars.
4. Going to go for a movie marathon after the wedding. The last thing I watched on the big screen was American Gangster? That was a decade ago!! I'm going for Indy on IMAX! Not even Harrison Ford's wrinkles on the big screen is gonna ruin it. Come on' Dr. Jones! *cue Indiana Jones theme song*
5. Happy when I listen to Mika. Have a go at the video here and tell me it doesn't make you tick. Oh, do mind the rabbits please.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Last night just epitomizes how special the Champions League is compared to other cup tournaments. This tournament is the premier club competition where all the top players and top clubs wants to excel in. Players never say die on European nights. Just ask Liverpool.
All credit to them, they never gave in despite trailing 3-1 in extra time. And when Ryan Babel scored with 3 minutes remaining, you know Liverpool aren't done and buried yet. Such a great match. Kudos to both teams for making it a semi-final for the ages.
And what about Frank Lampard? A story book tale waiting to happen. I feel with you, mate. I know what it's like to lose a parent. And for him to step up and take the penalty after a tough week just shows character. What a masterclass performance.
Part of the experience in watching Champions League games on ESPN is the great commentary. Last night it was Andy Gray as usual making great comments and reactions. I just loved it when Lamps was about to take the penalty: "Good luck, mate." Scotsmen are a passionate lot, aren't they?
So a great final is on the cards. Man United against Chelsea. You don't have to be a genius to know who I'm rooting for. 3 weeks till Moscow beckons. I will surely be up that night, being amused with Andy's antics no less. To Moscow, comrade!