tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61651862012-02-16T14:44:54.161+08:00Thoughts and other crap on people, life and maybe footie...The Narratornoreply@blogger.comBlogger4341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165186.post-23094383150232638732008-05-30T23:16:00.003+08:002008-05-30T23:46:36.663+08:00

When I look back upon my last night as a single man, one thing will surely come to mind: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.

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I am busy.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 '

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Stayed up last night for the Champions League semi-final between Liverpool and Chelsea. I was up the night before for Man United's win against Barca. Ahhh..I just love European nights. They're always special. I've never missed a Champions League semi-final involving an English team since the days of Leeds United when they were hosting the likes of AC Milan and Barcelona, rather than Luton Town

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From the way things are going:1. My dream of completing a full marathon looks bleaker by the day. Do they have it in virtual reality?2. I am going to be overweight around this time next year. Only my pants will prove me right or wrong.3. I am becoming a dinosaur. Like, all these new artists really confuse me. MTV doesn't fit me no more. I am more at home watching MTV Classic or those One Hit

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So three days to go till the Olympic Torch arrives in KL.If you didn't know already, it's a big deal okay. Like seriously, since the last time we hosted a leg of the Olympic torch run was wayyyy back in 1964. I don't reckon any of you were born back then, huh?Add to the events surrounding the Olympic torch runs in Paris and London, and heck it's an even bigger deal. I think all these protests

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After two and a half years slugging it out in the frontline, I moved to new place today. It's still close to home but not as close as before (my office would be Pasar Mini Lian Yik if I was to beat the previous distance).A new place. A new environment. And of course...A new boss.I enjoyed my time at the district level. There were many challenges, especially from the wise rakyat of Seremban no

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One month since March the 8th.A day that will certainly go down in history as a milestone in this great country of ours. From where we go from here, the future will prove us right or wrong. Like Charles Dickens would say, these are the best of times, these are the worse of times.So many has been written and said about this election. The reviews, the post-mortems, the analysis, you name it. I also

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It's been 41 days since my last posting.It's probably been the longest 41 days in my life.For those not in the know, my beloved father passed away peacefully on the 23rd of February 2008 at around 7.05pm. He passed away with everyone in the family by his side at Ward 7B Hospital Tuanku Jaafar, Seremban.No words could describe the feeling of his loss in my life.No amount of words could list out

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Reason no. 214 why I love Postsecret:Inspirational words from Postsecret? Darn, I'm stoked!

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12 January: Key events on this day:1915 - The United States House of Representatives rejects proposal to give women the right to vote. (No wonder I'm a bit sexist. Maaf kaum-kaum ibu sekalian)1966 - Lyndon B. Johnson states that the United States should stay in South Vietnam until Communist aggression there is ended. (I hope I don't make dumb decisions like this)1966 - Batman the TV series debuts

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If you've noticed, I've been working really hard on getting a good entry up on this blog.I'm sorry.It's not that I didn't try you know?Anyways, since I wanted to put up a list of things I accomplished in 2007, I'll just list it out since I am super duper busy with people, people.In all 2007 was a topsy turvy year. They were the highs. There were the lows. I was betrayed, miserable, fell in love

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December has been a month of many things. Engagement aside, there were other notables which I should have posted up but didn't due to lack of:1. Time2. Urgency3. Interest?Take your pick.Example: This entry has been sitting on my draft list for two weeks and now finally I'll get it done and over with. Aku amat sibuk kerna aku orang perasan penting di sini. Jadi aku biarkan entry ini dalam bentuk

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Last Saturday will certainly be an important milestone in my life.December 8, 2007.The day I got engaged to the greatest girl in the world.The venue? A nice suburban neighbourhood in Puchong.The time? A cool, breezy night around 8 pm.The feeling? A good mixture of nervousness, happiness and a pinch of worriedness.It went pretty well. Pretty well here means everyone went home happy without any

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Finally, I'm on Facebook.It gets a bit of a while of getting used to. But hell, it's addictive, man.Friendster? That's sooo 2003, dude.

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It's been a very tiring day.Slept late last night as I had to send Papa to Gombak for some treatment, He's doing fine, Alhamdulillah but always he could be better.Was up early this morning for some outstation work (outstation here usually refers to kampungs and small towns on the outskirts of Seremban). Very very busy day entertaining people and what nots. It's tiring but I enjoy the visits. For

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adalah hari Sabtu.I wrote a lengthy entry on the BERSIH rally in Kuala Lumpur.Cilakak betul. Bila nak publish je semua hilang bersama dengan karya agung aku tu. Bangang punya Blogger.Mungkin Big Brother sedang memerhatikan gerak-geri ku lalu menghalang proses publishing itu. Yeah right.Saje aku tulis sebab aku pun nak dapat blog-hits mencecah sejuta macam Jeff Ooi. Maaflah jika ada yang

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I think all good things should be shared.I'm talking about Marie Digby.Some of you may recognise the name while others may draw a blank face. Who is she? Why, she's Internet's Flavour of the Month (could be the Year). She's the voice behind the catchy acoustic version of Rihanna's Umbrella (you know, ella ella ella).I know a lot of people have blogged about her and she's all over the radio

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How was my OBW?It wasn't so bad. It wasn't so great either. Being the celebration of 50 years of STAR, this year's OBW was more ceremonial than usual. There was the Sultan, the parachutes, the hot Celcom chicks, the nice bag and the goodies inside.And that was pretty much it.But I'm not complaining much either. As tigerlaneboy puts it, "It’s as fantastic as you want it to be."And I have to agree.

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One more day to go till the big day.What big day you ask? Why, don't you know STAR is celebrating its 50th anniversary this year? The highlight of this golden celebration will be held this weekend. Where else but at the place where we lived the experience of our lifetime back in the day: The school ground of STAR, Ipoh.Old Boys' Weekend or OBW 2007 will go down in history as the pinnacle of the

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It was an eventful weekend not for myself alone but millions and millions of sports fans worldwide. Certainly the highlight of it all was my own personal event, but hey that didn't stop me from catching up with what turned out to be a remarkable 2 days.If it all can be summed up in one word, it would be: comeback. Except for England that is, which went through a really, really tough week.

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I'm no hopeless romantic, but secretly I love romantic comedies. Romance stories such as Casablanca or Gone with the Wind are out of my league but give me Notting Hill or Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind anytime.In another world, my love story would be sorta like a Sleepless in Seattle. No soppy words or tears, just go up on top of the Empire State Building and meet your destiny for the

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very tiring.We didn't get to go to a lot of houses, but instead the lot of houses came to us! How convenient is that? It was in good spirit though. Due to Papa's condition, we had more than our usual group of Hari Raya guests. Though tiring, I love guests to the house. If you ever want to see me in rajin mode, make a visit to my house and who knows? Maybe I'll whip you up some of my world-famous

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Today marks the last day of Ramadhan.So ends another year of the holy month hoping we'll be around to greet her again. InsyaAllah. Ramadhan this year has been a trial of sorts. A lot of things happened this year, whether personally or around the world. This month has seen me making the journey to Nilai almost a daily routine. Time really flies. And I hardly prepared anything for Aidilfitri.

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Thank you to all who prayed and wished for my father's good health. Whether you called, texted, emailed or said a silent prayer on your own, I truly appreciate your kind action.My father was diagnosed with cancer lately. The scientific name is Carcinoma of the Ampulla of Vater. If you do some Googling, you'll know that it's not a common cancer. Basically, he has a growth near his liver and

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My father hasn't been well lately.The family has been going through things you only thought happened to someone else. It's difficult times now. We're a small family but we've been keeping close strongly together.When I learned of his illness, I almost didn't believe it. The strong, built man I've looked up to all my life is a pale figure of his former self. Despite the difficulties, we still

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How was your Merdeka day? Me? Tiring.This morning I was involved in the Merdeka parade cawangan Negeri Sembilan. 50 bucks if you spotted me there. Afternoon was spent with a host of Merdeka documentaries, Anakku Sazali (P. Ramlee is a genius!) and well... more Merdeka celebrations on TV.The reason for my tiredness was because I spent last night at Dataran Merdeka to wait till midnight with Pak

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As I sit here in the office on the eve of our nation's 50th anniversary, I'm feeling a bit nostalgic. A lot has been said and written about the state of this country. Some are good (from the mainstream media no less) and some are bad (bloggers lah apa lagi).It's no coincidence that in the run-up to 31st August this year, a lot of issues and arguments were raised. Taking this as a positive sign,

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And so Barry Bonds finally hits no. 756.I'm not a big fan of baseball. Not a big fan of American sports, really. Even with David Beckham there. I love basketball though, but I can't recall who won an NBA ring this year.But in America, they love their heroes. They hate some too. Because when Barry Bonds started bombing them over the ballpark earlier in the season, everyone knew something special

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I used to feel the same way too when I was studying. So I got my degree and then said goodbye to it all.I'm so glad that I did.This postcard could have come from me. I never thought someone else in this world would feel the same way about chemistry too. Thank you Postsecret.The world is a small place after all.

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A good sign of popularity is when that certain something is mentioned by my dad.Case in point:(while watching some idiots on CNN camping for the Potter book) Papa: "Ramai betul orang beli Harry Potter ni ye?. Sapa author dia?"Aku: "Errr...Salman Rushdie?"Papa: ????!Heyyy...they're satanic verses too you know. Sihir tu kan syirik.And speaking about my dad, he's been recently glued to the Crime and

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Horny American chick talking about David Beckham's arrival in LA:"He's a great soccer player. And he's kinda hot too...so...like...yeah"First of all, it's football and not soccer you gum-chewing, BigMac-eating Yankee idiot.And secondly, Beckham? Hot? That's so 1997.Welcome to America, Becks.

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I echo the sports headline of today's Harian Metro for my blog title today.Because in truth, the Malaysian team were eating humble pie.So much has been said today in the newspapers, the telly and even on radio. I loved NST's "And we missed out on Man United for this" tag line.Cheeky.And from all the response, I could say that they were all being diplomatic.Even the Harian Metro headline.As much

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I dreamt about Thierry Henry last night.We were in a car together making our way to the Nou Camp.Before he left, I asked him, "Why did you leave?"He smiled.And then I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing.That Emirates trip really had its side-effect after all.

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Let's take a break, shall we?Let's forget about the Ronaldos, the Ronaldinhos, the Galacticos.Let's forget about Captain Marvel and that night in Istanbul.Let's forget about Beckham and his side-show circus.Let's forget about who's moving to where for how much.Let's forget about who's taking over which club.Let's forget about it all.Let's take a break from all this.The Asian Cup has started. Have

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Is that a young Ashraf Sinclair in the 'kasut Gombak' commercial?God. That was a long time ago. Must have been what? 98? 99?It's one of my all-time favourite Petronas ad. And who was that kasut Gombak girl huh? I think I used to have a crush on her. And I know I wasn't the only one either. Heh.They should have all the classic ads posted on YouTube or something. The Hari Raya/Chinese New Year

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As I sit here typing away on the keyboard with 'El Scorcho' playing in the background, my mind drifts back to when I first heard this song some 10 years ago. Sitting on the sofa at the 'Bilik Rehat' with Ipin's cassette and Sulut's walkman glued to my ears. I wonder what they're doing now.They were good times those days. The past has got this special way of making me feel better during tough

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Col. Jessep: You want answers?Kaffee: I think I'm entitled.Col. Jessep: You want answers?!Kaffee: I want the truth!Col. Jessep: YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!A Few Good Men, 1992Jack was right. I can't handle the truth.

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I am tempted to write on the eve of the 40th anniversary of the Six-Day War to remind myself of the struggles and hardships endured by the Palestinian people.It shouldn't even be called an anniversary because it's not a celebration. 1967 should not have happened. And to this day, the Middle East has never been the same. And I doubt it would ever be resolved even for another 40.Let's take a moment

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I don't give a shit if Man United are coming or not.First and foremost, though I am not a huge fan the Red Devils, I wouldn't mind them coming to our shores. Seriously.What irks me is how the situation was dealt with by FAM and the country. I think these two really showed how unprofessional they were, which probably best explains the situation our football team is in.I don't blame the AFC. Or

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One of the things about working for the Big G is that the whole country knows how much increment you're getting wayyyy before you do. And your bonus too.So much for the usual, "Increment ko okay ke tahun ni?"Heh.In all honesty, I'm thankful for what I'm getting. This kind of work doesn't reward you much monetarily, but for me the rewards come in different forms and shapes (and I'm not talking

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When I was smaller, I used to love to follow Papa to the bank. This is for the simple reason that the bank clerk would offer us kids lollipops when they see us tagging along. They were sugar-less lollies though, not really the ones to die for but they were sweets nonetheless. I remembered the joy of getting the lollipops everytime we visited the bank at the end of the month.Which brings me to the

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Just when I thought the football gods would be kind enough to let the Premiership race go to the wire, Everton hit the panic button and Chelsea completely lost the plot, and with that the title too. It's been some time since we had the title race go to the final day. Last I remembered was errr...when Blackburn pipped United to the title in '95?At half-time on Saturday, you would have the dream

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The makers of Kung Pow should do an 80's Rajnikanth action movie. Watching a man in his sarong beat the crap out of the whole village is a riot. Haha.The cheesy punching sounds is just classic. And the moustache? They're to die for if you wanna nail the girl.Oh, just so you know, aku tengok kat kedai mamak gunting rambut lah.

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A week after the deadliest school shooting in American history, I'm still baffled on what drove Cho Seung-Hui to single handedly annihilate each and every one of the 32 victims at Virginia Tech. We've heard all the stories, the videos, the manuscripts, everything. I'm surprised that for an English major, he doesn't have a blog. God knows what he would've have written about.Any which way you put

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I owe this blog an entry.Here goes:F1 was the theme of the weekend. Spent some time visiting the BMW Sauber Pit Lane Park at KLCC. You should have been there. They had displays and demos regarding Formula One and the team itself. For a non-motorsport enthusiast, I really enjoyed the experience. I even got to change an F1 tyre, at a slow 10.5 seconds. They rewarded you if you do it under 10. Ahh

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Points to ponder at 2 in the morning:When your job is to solve people's problems...who the hell solves yours?Women.Never understood them.Never will.I just realised a lot of my close friends are either married or going to be in the next 6 months.Wow.I need to get laid.

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Since we're on the subject of 10 years ago, that crazy French dude is climbing the Twin Towers again.The last time he was climbing there, I was still legally under-aged to go into a video arcade.God, that was eons ago.I forgot the feeling of a huge adrenaline rush being able to sneek through the doors of those Kotaraya arcades.Oh yeah, let's not forget Yik Foong and Jubilee Park too.Okay, okay I

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My mates and I did a Little Miss Sunshine over the weekend, without the Miss Sunshine. It was a road trip to the north. Taiping, to be exact. And since Ipoh is on the way, you would be dead wrong to think a bunch of us budak star won't be stopping over.There was the six of us. And unlike the movie, we weren't cramped inside a VW van, but a very comfortable MPV in the shape of an Innova. Have I

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I'm a recently turned uncle.Even though I'm the last in the family, I am officially Pak Ngah with respect to my late brother who passed away when he was little. I didn't realise this until Mama introduced me to my little niece as Pak Ngah. And I thought it was only fitting to do so.I am so gonna write Siti Nurhaliza songs after this.Anyways, my mother was in Perlis for 2+ weeks when my sister

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I have to say that Utusan's 'exclusive' coverage of that girl from Batu Pahat getting 19 1As before the SPM results came out was a bit rash. Too rash for a leading newspaper in the country.I'm no journalist, but I do know in journalism you always check and double-check your facts. Unless you write for Mastika that is.Which when you think about it, comes as no surprise since they come from the

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I love pop songs.They're soooo irritatingly catchy.Take Paris Hilton's 'Nothing in this world'. Here's a confession: I sing along to this song when I'm driving alone.I think we all haven't got enough of Paris Hilton. From the titties to the cows that she milks on TV, she's pop icon 101. I'm waiting for her Oscar next.Da-da, Da-da, Da-da, Da...

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Remember the Larian thingy I was looking forward to a few days ago?Scrap it. They closed all entries on the 5th.Now I have an excuse not to run the Boston Marathon.Kemak.

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I love running.Whether it's a slow jog around campus, a nightime run around Tasik Jaya, an afternoon run at S2 City Park or even just a go at the treadmill.I love it.There's something about running that's so personal. It's about going against your own self. You against you. Challenging yourself to the limits.Some people find it boring. Rightly so.But being alone on the road is an escape from

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I've been tagged by Mooke to write the next posting for the '50 Posts to Independence' project initiated by Nizam Bashir. Even though I usually blog in English, I thought if I couldn't express myself in my own mother tongue, what are the chances of the Bahasa Kebangsaan? The words below may sound awkward and downright RTM-esque, but hey at least I'm honest okay. The important thing is, at least I

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It's been a tough week for me.Really tough.For the first time in my life, I feel almost hopeless. It came like a lightning bolt from out of a clear blue sky. Unexpected, fast and downright destructive.It makes you look back at all the things you've done and wonder if it's really real. What is all just a show? A Broadway hit for the masses? It was just all that. Nothing but a bloody

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Woke up at 6.30 in the morning the following day. I was half-awake when Kumar finally arrived at God knows what time. Seemed that his flight, which was scheduled at 11 was delayed for a couple of hours due to engine failure. Engine failure? Man, that's scary.Hit the showers where hot water never felt better in the world. Went to breakfast downstairs at the hotel. We were scheduled to have

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0940 hours.20 December 2006.I think I waited a lifetime for that time and date. I am one who believes in destiny. And should destiny still be on my side, I will be on that plane heading for Heathrow Airport for my inaugural EPL match.And made it I did. Woke up early that morning (who wouldn't?). Could hardly sleep the night before thinking of the endless lists I brought along for the journey:

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I'm back.Actually, I was back on Monday but just thought I'd put things in perspective once I'm home and dry. I'd like to blame jet-lag but that's soooo lame innit?The trip? Awesome. Times a thousand. I'm really, really lucky to have had such an experience. And when I look back and think about it, I feel even luckier. Alhamdulillah.You might want to skip this blog for a couple of days since I'm

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If you didn't know already, I was one of the winners of the Toyota Football Fever contest. (refer below)Thanks to all who came for the party. I really, really appreciate it. I'm one lucky son of a gun to have friends like you guys. To Jeg, Kuman, Pullah, Amin, Koyan, Todd, Apai, Jibam, Rauhan (rohan datang beb! siap doa untuk aku lagi!! :P), Affy, Adik Amin, Niza dan kengkawan and of course not

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Love.The universal theme of mankind.They say love is blind. Love knows no borders. Love kills.Cinta is love.And how I loved Cinta.Local movies was the Flavour of the Week last week when I watched The Red Kebaya and Cinta on back-to-back weekends. You might forgive me for The Red Kebaya but in Cinta, you will be caught surprised.Before anyone of you give me the eyebrow, Cinta is not your usual

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The Asian Games is on.And you know how I love multi-sports events. Especially when it involves Malaysia. But really, outside of Southeast Asia we're just wishing for miracles.Especially when we have performances like these two monkeys on bikes.Sure, every Games has its fair share of heroes like Esther Cheah, who delivered our first gold in Doha and Quzandria Nur who rode on despite having an

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Okay, here's the deal.This is a self-promo. Either you want to read it or not that's totally up to you. But I hope you can spare me some time to bring your attention to something very, very important to me.Okay?Alright.If you happen to be free this Saturday night (that's on the 9th, thank you) please make your way to My Home Bistro's in Hartamas for the Toyota Football Fever party. I have

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I echo Zainul Arifin's thoughts on national schools being the solution to our unity woes. (thanks to Aisehman for the heads up)Why?I'll give you a sample. I won't quote any 100 million ringgit research that was done in 3 days weeks. I won't refer to any smart-ass publication written by some pakar something. I give you...myself.I was brought up in the national school system during my primary years

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I was up all night on Monday manning the post of the disaster control center here in Seremban. There was a huge flood that day in certain areas. You didn't hear it in the news? Of course you didn't. No Datuk was involved. No one was killed. And no sex was involved. Only plain simple kampung folks.This was my first experience on this type of situation. FYI, our office becomes the control center

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I love heroes. No, I'm not talking about the TV series that I'm downloading like crazy recently. I'm talking about larger-than-life people that makes the world a better place to live in. I sound like a character from Pleasantville, but that's as honest as I can get about it.I don't know how many times I've said this, but I'll say it again.I love Oprah.Her show has got to be the most feel-good

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I'm groggy.I got a bad case of the diarrhoea and the level of mucus in my throat can't be any higher. My bowels are killing me and I cringe every time I wanna fart. Too bad if you're eating while you're reading this, but I would love to have a decent meal anytime soon.Without it ending up in the toilet 10 minutes later.It would be easy for me to blame the flurry of open houses over the weekend (

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Watching The Departed just blew me away. It's certainly one of the best movies so far this year. It may not be original, being a re-make (or what they like to call Scorsese's take) of Hong Kong blockbuster Internal Affairs. What the hell, I still loved it.It's sad how much we're so engrossed in all things Hollywood, that sometimes some of the best stories on screen aren't from Tinseltown. Had I

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I installed Football Manager 2006 on my PC yesterday. It's the successor in the great tradition of Championship Manager games. I don't know why, but yesterday I just had this huge urge to go back into football managment (after retiring from CM since 2003). Maybe it's because of Glenn Roeder. Maybe because Malaysia lost to Vietnam 2-1. I don't know.CM for me, is the most addictive game in the

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Kevin Costner's closing statement to the jury in JFK has got to go down as one of the finest performances in movie history. It's a wonder why he wasn't even nominated for an Oscar for that role. 15 years on, JFK still amazes me since I first watched it eons ago on video tape. In a way, it awoken the young me to realise that we can't just accept what Big Brother tells us whole-heartedly. Dangerous

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Hari Raya dah habis.*Sigh*Hari ni dah masuk ofis balik. Hmmm. Boleh tahan meriah gak Raya tahun ni. Aku ingatkan hambar. Rupanya aku salah.Banyak kelainan sedikit aku rasa untuk Raya tahun ni. Tahun ni rekod lah paling banyak aku terima SMS raya daripada kengkawan. Yang tak tahan tu, member-member yang aku dah lama tak kontek. Ingat gak korang kat aku ye. Terharu saye.Macam-macam pesen sms ada.

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Malam tadi aku termimpi arwah Tok Chik aku. Dah lama rasanya aku tak terkenangkan dia. Jadi selalunya bila aku mimpi dia, aku suka percaya yang itu tanda dia nak ingatkan aku. Karut, kan?Apa-apa lah.Hari Raya pun dah dekat. Semua orang sibuk sana sini buat persiapan. Keluarga aku pun tak ketinggalan juga. Mama dengan langsir-langsirnya. Papa dengan rak bukunya yang baru. Aku? Aku macam tu lah.Aku

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Overheard on the telly:"That wraps up the top news of the hour. Have a productive Friday ahead."On the last day of work before Raya, you're asking for too much, man.

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The burning question for the next 21 days would be:What are you contributing to the Yahoo Time Capsule?This unpaid advert was brought to you by someone who's a proud user of Yahoo! since 1997.Before Google came along of course.

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Friday Night Lights certainly ranks up there alongside Any Given Sunday on my list of greatest sports films ever.I love how the film portrays the winning obsession and culture in smalltown America. Which is the reality in sports today. You win, or you're just another footnote in history. Take note, FAM.It's a far cry from the feel-good 'bunch of losers form a team that eventually prevails over

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I'm a recently turned downloadaholic.Which means I try to download everything under the sun.Hmmm...I like this software. DownloadI wanna read the original V for Vendetta graphic novel. Download.I haven't watched that movie. Download.I wonder how Paris Hilton.....nevermind.By the way things are going, I'm Big Corporation's worse nightmare. But then, there's millions of people like me doing it as

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Today, I registered myself as a voter.Today, I feel powerful.With one two strokes of the pen, I have the power to change governments.Political candidates will bow to me.Political parties will try to woo me.Politicians will fight for me!Which should be the case, really.Which makes me wonder, why are they driving around in chauffeur-driven Benzes, while I'm stuck with a beat-up Proton?I think it's

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"With great power comes great responsibility."Never has the immortal words from the pages of Spiderman ring so close to home. You won't see me swinging in the rooftops anytime soon but ever since I worked here, power is something that you get used to. And something that can easily be manipulated by those who desire. Which is not all that great for a nobody like me.Why?Because yesterday, somebody

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I downloaded my first movie off the Internet last weekend.It was Lucky Number Slevin.That's one small step for me, one giant leap for piracy.

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I saw a copy of 'A Civil Action' on the desk of one of the clerks here.Amazed to find this sort of reading material among the Harian Metros and Mastikas, I immediately asked, "Siapa punya buku ni?""Nur (bukan nama sebenar), encik. Dia tu memang suka benda-benda ni."I need to pick up a book ASAP.

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One of the things I enjoy during the fasting month is catching up on Oprah right after sahur. I guess they never changed the Head of Scheduling at Star World because I've been doing it for the past 3 years. Who on earth watches Oprah at 5 in the morning on weekdays??Anyhow, nothing gets you up and ready for the day than the wholesome goodness of the Oprah Winfrey Show. I always learn something

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Ramadhan is here once again. I'm grateful I'm still here to greet the Holy Month.The fasting month is always melancholic to me. In a good way, that is. Oh well, I might be the hopeless romantic here, but why shouldn't I?Maybe it's the waking up at early dawn to have sahur with the family.Maybe it's the sights and smells of the various servings on offer at the Pasar Ramadhan.Maybe it's the

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In this day and age where the clash of civilizations have never been stronger since the Crusades, the Pope had to go out and speak on Jihad. I won't say he criticized it. That's for you to intrepret yourself here.All I'm saying is, that he's threading on sensitive issues here. With the Middle East in ruins and fear of all things Arab in the West, add to that this week was the 5th Anniversary of 9

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Blogging isn't my first love anymore.Someone else is.I'm sorry.

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Overheard over MHI yesterday:"Malaysia berada dalam kumpulan 30 negara mesra perniagaan utama di dunia, iaitu di tangga ke-25 daripada 175 negara, demikian mengikut kajian Bank Dunia.""Eloklah begitu ye. Seharusnya perniagaan kecil seperti kedai-kedai runcit juga memainkan peranan untuk menjadi lebih mesra."'Mesra perniagaan' and 'perniagaan mesra' are two different things altogether lahh

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Yesterday was quite an eventful day. In the world, that is. Not mine. I just minum kopi.First shock of the day came from the courts of Flushing Meadows, New York where a tennis great bid farewell to the game he loved. Andre Agassi, in all his glory was reduced to a tearful, bald-headed old man. And to think that this guy used to run around the courts in his Spandex. Thank you Andre for being such

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The parade was a blast. The sight of Malaysians (not Melayu, Cina, India or lain-lain) queing up at the bus stop at 6.45 in the morning to watch the processions gave me the impression that some people do care.It was colourful. It was vibrant. It gave me the feel-good feeling.But ironically, on the day of our country's independence, the party responsible for Merdeka have members who can't even

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If you look hard enough, you'll spot me in the Merdeka parade tomorrow. The one in Seremban, that is.Since joining the service, I can safely say I can bid farewell to waking up at 10am on Merdeka Day.Happy 49th, Negaraku.

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People say things happen for a reason. People say all good things come to an end.I say...screw the people, gimme a good rock anthem!An' here I go again on my ownGoin' down the only road I've ever known,Like a drifter I was born to walk aloneAn' I've made up my mindI ain't wasting no more timeHere I go, again?

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Mom: Excuse me, do you sell videos?Randal Graves: Yeah, what're you looking for?Kid: Happy Scrappy Hero Pup.Randal Graves: Okay, hang on, I'm on the phone with the distribution house now, lemme make sure we got it. What was it called again?Mom: Happy Scrappy Hero Pup.Kid: Happy Scrappy!Mom: She loves it.Randal Graves: Obviously. Yeah, hello, this is RST Video, customer number 4352, I need to

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Entah macam mana hari Ahad lalu, sementara menunggu perlawanan Piala Sumbangsih Inggeris antara Liverpool dan Chelsea, aku telah menukar-nukar siaran TV di Astro ku yang amat aku sayangi. Tiba di Saluran 4 iaitu 'the great' Astro Ria di mana siaran langsung Festival Filem Malaysia (FFM) sedang rancak dijalankan. Aku menggelar Astro Ria 'great' kerana telah banyak menghasilkan rancangan-rancangan

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Went to a makan-makan function with the newly-grads of UM last weekend. It's been like an annual event for ex-Collegians (not to be confused with Koleq) to have a small graduation party for friends and old farts like me. It's hosted by the graduation class of that year, so I usually drop by for the free sate and rekindling with old friends (not to mention crushes...hehe)This year it kinda struck

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Remember Empire Records?I loved the movie more on its portrayal of the so-called 'Gen-X' generation more than anything else. Plus it had Liv Tyler in it. So it can't be wrong.I like to think of myself as part of that generation. Youthful energy. Teenage angst. Rebel against all things older than your sister. Images of Airwalks and baggy t-shirts come to mind. And most importantly, attitude. Yeah,

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Watching Oprah during lunch break can lead up to a depressing afternoon.Sniff.

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Still focusing on the wedding of the year.Download this song if you haven't so already. You need to register first at Jiwang.orgI really love the background vocals.Bodoh gile sial.

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I used to lurrvve blogging.I'm not as passionate as I used to be. So these random notes will do:Poor Tun. I know the feeling of inhaling pepper spray when this girl once demonstrated the damn thing in class. Which got the whole class wheezing and coughing away. Nasty stuff I tell ya. But Tun oh Tun oh Tun. Cukuplah tu. Things are getting more nauseating than the pepper spray itself. And the plot

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