Mee Goreng

dreamt again.

i wanted to eat mee goreng. one of da shops cheated me. she cooked but da portion was so little that it would just cost me 20 cents. so i went ovre to another shop. thiw one said no prob. but she gave me da same portion as the other one. i made some noise this time and she finally cooked properly. but when she did, the noodles flew away as if it was light as feather, so i had to chase it. nawas and rashid was in da picture too.

then i head back to a place with 2 cars. one beatles. shaggy and scooby doo was inside. they opened up the back fo the car and saw an empty plate. they were surprised to see an empty styrofaom plate because they expected mee gorentg to be there that they cooked. shaggy said, "i knew i put ketchup and mustard. MUSTARD! thats it. mustard made it invisible" and its true. i could taste the mee goreng and finished it up in 4 mouthfuls.

da 2 cars. i was sitting in front already. da car couldnt move because it is activated by a special card. there was this kid. he wanted to be among us so he stole the mom's card and swiped it into our car to activate it. i think we left him behind because the mom made noise. i remembered a lawn that was being watered by automatic sprinklers. da boy took his bicycle and cycled to find us while getting soaked and said. " but they are my friends"

then i took chinook wif wan, my guitarist. we passed by this road, i remembered dreaming da first half of this dream before. imagine a 2 way single lane road. winding, badly litted, kampung atmosphere. i remembered passing by 3 or 4 humps. then, we hit a cemetary. HUGE with a lot of tombstones. i wasnt afraid. just cautious. i had to push chinook up this steep slope with tombstones everywhere. luckily wan helped. i remembered the white pong pong tree flowers scatterd nicely. white and bright. i was already taking notice of my surroundings. i could feel that the place was wet too. for all i noe, i couldnt leave chinook alone. that was da bottomline.

once we reached the top, i met this old man on da mrt train. told him about the cemetary and he said, yeah, thats the Dorset cemetary, the ones at bukit panjang. It didnt make any sense at all to me.

thats all for now. i dont feel like sleeping no more eventhough im quiet tired. oh i just remembered another scene from the previous dream. there was this guy and this girl. da girl was acting strange. she had long hair. black. all i could remember was that the guy told me that the girl is possessed, mildly. i took a look at her and agreed.

ok. dont freak out guys. these are just short movie clips that just happened. beyond my control. da weird thing about me when i'm having dreams, may it be bad or good, is that, i can never control my dream. for example, i know it was hard for me to push chinook up the slope. i could have turned myself into something bigger but i just dotn think about it. secondly, if i'm in a bad dream and i seek god's protection, i can say my prayers in my dream. very clearly. i have another friend who shared the same abilities but she can say da whole verses from this particular chapter of the Quran. her mom heard da whole thing clearly. the best thing about it is that, she doesnt memorise it.

lastly, i was in this swimming pool with gracia and another guy. she said something wrong but gave me a peck on da cheek to say she's sorry before we left the pool. da place around da pool was spacious. i remembered sinking to the bottom of da pool but left anyway.

dats it lah. nothing else.

dont forget to share your dreams!!!

ja
dreamy and still tired

Dreams

I was awoken from my dream by my neighbor

running in indonesia, sandy beaches, potholes
dark
2 rooms
slpet in one, didnt open the other
spoke to malek's grandma, she told me to open the other one.
did shuttle runs
raced with some people
doorbell rang and i stayed back with some people in da room. face panick. after 6 times of ringing, they opened the door. they let da person in. in miy mind was batman.
i'm swtill closign my eyes to try and capture what actually happend.

oh
i ran with my colleagues at 3ork, the4 karang gunui people. ragoo got pingat bakti because he saved somebody from shotting himself. they were armed
i got 2 free trips. one to vietnam and the other to i dunno where
i went back to my pri school and talked to some aunties there.

still closing my eyes to think of anything else
oh
ok. i was loooking at this ho=yge home
brown colour, near the hdb estates. sitting at a table brown colourl. anticipating somebody to arrive. the house was big and beautiful

thats it. tgats all i can remmeber. in reality, the doorbell was rung by my neighbour. she needed to use the phone badly. she has no phone. i'[m not gonna change da mistakes cause this is me typing while closing my eyes and peering once in a while. damn tiredlah! later i shall interpret da dreams.

why dont you guys share some dreams that you can remember. that'll be kewl! good ones, bad ones, weird ones, kinky ones. hehe

ja
eyes half closed.

Ja va

juz woke up. was damn tired from work. da whole day, i only ate 2 epok epok. thats it. i noe it aint healthy to be depriving oneself of food. i have no reasons for not eating. perhaps, i'm just too focused on work. i just had a random thought in mind. these are da list of things i would like to have if i have financial freedom. may Allah assist me in reaching my goal.

1. build a mosque
2. build a home for da orphanage or elderly
3. help any non-profit organisation especially animal ones. i think not much focused has been given them and i thank those who continue to lend their support to them. My heart goes out to you.

this just made me remember this cat who was lying by the roadside. i just hope that it wasnt dead because it was lying in an awkward position. thank goodness it was sleeping but by the look of things, the cat needs attention badly. i could only offer my prayers for it to get better from Allah's grace and compassion. thats all i could do...

ja
ja va coffeebeans

Lethargic

Today was kinda busy. woke up to find myself still grappling with the fact that i have to go to serangoon road on public transport. it was refreshing nevertheless but i cant go on like this without chinook for long. managed to get some bodykit for her and a nice surprise for everybody if they get to see her really soon! i can't wait to unveil her. really... my pride so far.

i managed to do some reading da very least... i felt i did an impossible thing. i know that the only way to improve my writing would be to constantly read and learn how da language is used. apart from that, you are constantly surprising yourself on how much you dont know about this world. i had to enjoy da train ride as much as possible before i have to start driving.

driving was kinda difficult. was feeling tired and i couldnt concentrate much. had to rely on hamzah for directions and stuff. all i noe was that my feet did da cluthing, gearing and steering. its like da body moving without the head. that was what i felt. zombified. dont be like me, ok guys?

at least i worked for 4 hours today... :) thats enough for the week i guess and im thankful for whatever i have cause i'm still alive and smiling today. hopefully my smile would make others smile too. dont be sad or angry ok people? smile more cause you might never know who is watching. i've seen a little kid smile once and he just made me smile on da spot. Wenrong was his name. if you read my previous posts, he was da kid who played ice skating with me. thanks wenrong.

ja
still smiling

Grand Opening

I'm going off to buy assessories for Chinook. Trying to make her beautiful before school starts. After which, back to being a karang guni man.

Anyway, since i'm going to take Comms 201, I shall try from today onwards to write as proper as I can. I do have tendencies to write my own lingos and short forms. Aiyah, we'll see how. It'll start from now.

7 Till Dawn is going to perform for Singapore Management University inaugural Grand Opening. Therefore, for one and only one time, will I open this entry for requests from YOU GUYS! YAY!!! Hmmm... Just shoot whatever songs that you guys would like to hear and we'll consider them ok? Please do understand that we only have limited number of time to perform and we already do have a few songs in mind but we don't mind slotting in 1 or 2 more just for you guys. Who knows, your favourites would be picked. Just post them under comments and leave your name or cute nickname to make it interesting ok? Let's not make this blog dull because it just needs colours and MORE colours! :D

ok. going off already. missing you guys after laying off from writing.

ja
i hate diet pepsi and coke

Photograph

Just a recent photograph. i always thought of myself as a rebel from young. i think i have that little rebel still kicking in me.

ja

Karang Guni

Not many of you know that i've been working as a karang guni man for da past 3 years. ad hoc to say da very least. back then it was frequent because my evenings were free from projects and rehearsals. da job has taught me a lot ever since. patience is a virtue that one needs to practice everyday. i have met many demanding customers in my life and it has taught me to control my emotions. People have been brought up in very different ways. No one person can be the same because of the different environment that it has been surrounded with.

i always give people the benefit of the doubt. when they get angry or demanding, there must be other underlying reasons that we just dont know which cause them to behave that way. besides, whats the point of being angry. you're just making yourself feeling miserable. and when i'm really angry, i just dont speak. i dont want to say da wrong things. and again. i've learnt it da hard way.

ive learnt to appreciate my life more eventhough i dont have much, material wise. i've seen people worse off. i've seen people with blind families but live happily together.

i just admire clean and organised rooms. rooms that has proper shelves with gifts and pictures of loved ones. my family dont really practice this and its difficult to adjust to my ideal room but i'm still learning to change. i've seen messy rooms which i hate cause i have one myself. my ambition is to have a clean and organised room. sounds funny doesnt it? but yeah. no harm changing for a good cause. thats what i've learnt.

i've toiled from day to night just to scrimp and save to buy my own stuff. i dont shop much and i learn to spend money wisely. i treasure the stuff that i buy and thats why, when i lose it, i'll tear and feel as if my heart has been stabbed.

along the way, while carrying huge cupboards, dinner tables, chairs, fridges, ovens, vases, 34 inch tvs, lies hidden treasures that just makes me wanna work there more. people throw away little ornaments that they usually give out during weddings as gifts of appreciation for coming. creative ideas as presents for my friends start to flow in. to give and not to receive, that is what i've learnt for the past 2 months. i've learnt to give more cause i dont seem to be doing so all this while. i've learnt to give surprises to friends once in a while to show that i really appreciate the sincere friendship all this while.

eventhough the pay aint much, i still continue to do this job because i hope that with the effort that i put in, the company will get more profits. when the company get more profits, the mosques and underpriviledged homes will get more money. thats how this company operates. a certain portion of da proceeds will be returned back to these institutions because they provide us with some of the contacts. if it will benefit them, why not? i'll still continue to work after graduation.

life is short. learn to give more and not expect anything in return. i guess, that is sincerity at its best.

ja
i'm just a karang guni man and nothing more

Environment

It has been a while since i last blogged. anybody missed me? lol. if you do, juz drop a comment and leave a nickname or something. i really wonder who actually pops by to read my worthless entries.

anyways, i'm at a sheesha parlour, Samar at arab st, with my malay friends. I don't sheesha. i just feel as if its da same as smoking but in actual fact, it isnt. its inhaling smoke and i still associate it with smoking. nvm. But i really do like the environment. The high ceiling, the antique architecture that bears a similar resemblance of da olden days of the shophouses in singapore. the space is huge i tell ya. very chill out. it just gives me the creative environment that i really need. the only thing that is not nice to me is the music. all arabic. how i wish there is an acoustic set or some ballads being played. more lounge music perhaps. i dont mind singing actually.

maybe i might wanna try something out wif some of the people here. who knows, an acoustic set, Royale style or just me and the keyboardist. you guys just come and enjoy sheesha and great company.

i'm actually typing at Samar right now. free connection. woohoo. shioook. da lighting jus gave me this nice vibe to write and to think. ok. gtg. friends wanna go home. till then. dont forget to put your name in da coment box, even if it is just a nickname. thanks guys

ja
shophouses

Word of the week

Can't wait for wednesday, really.
Patience has been the word of the week.
Words have been piercing and hurting at times
But patience still resides in me
Patience has been the word of the week
I'm happy but i'm still missing
Patience has been the word of the week
I wish i could go out there and spend freely like many but boss still hasnt call
Patience has been the word of the week
Life hasn't been kind to me and rough lately
Patience has been the word of the week
I'm still missing
But patience has been the word of the week

ja
happy hippity holidays!!!!

Happy Thoughts

1. Theatre
2. Movie
3. River
4. Jacket
5. Esplanade
6. 50 cents
7. Bus stop
8. Treasure
9. Jacket
10. Lego

wrods cna nveer epresxs waht i flee

ja
as i stare at a calla lily, happy thoughts appear aplenty.

Missing

its been quiet lately. don't like it. apart from jamming and playing soccer, nothing much happened. taking the exam is really stressful. i dont want to take it now if i can. but what can i do. i'd rather take it later and spend the free time as much as possible.

ja
time isn't running out. we juz think it is

Death

i swear. i nearly died on the road. 2 incoming lorries were charging towards me from my blindsight. this is all because of inconsiderate drivers who stops at the middle of the junction. it was up to HIM to say whether my time was up. Luckily, you guys are still reading this entry.

This is the second time that i nearly died. God still loves me and wants me to carry on with life. there is a purpose for me in this world and i think i need to appreciate life more and help others who need it more than me.

For me, life wouldn't change for us until personal like were to happen to our lives and we begin to reflect on how fruitful our lives have been.

ja
loving all who have been loving me all this while

Randomness

i've been tagged. doing this for nad.

Rules of the game:
1. Post 5 weird/random stuff abt yourself
2. At the end, list the names of 5 ppl who you want next to this and leave a comment "YOU ARE TAGGED" in their blogs and tell them to read your blog for rules!

So here's 5 really, really weird/random stuffs:

1. i hate ants. they've bitten my ass, arms, legs, knees when i'm least expected. you think they are small but NO!!! Try looking at them in LARGE numbers! sharp fangs, especially those african red ants. -shivers-

2. i don't smoke, drink nor dye my hair. I have friends who do but i just don't feel da need to do so.

3. i'm bad wif numbers...haiz... still trying my best to work on it. when you are at a table wif me and you guys are paying for dinner, don't pass da collected money to me because i will just be confused and donno how much to return to each person. i guess that's why i'm not cut out to be an accountant. if any company were to hire me, thats it, bankrupt. lol.

4. i can sleep anywhere. standing, sitting, on hard ground, soft ground, when it rains, when it shines, when there's noise around me. i have that "sleep mode". not many can wake me up.

5. i treasure every single day. i treasure the people who loves me, who cares for me no matter what happens. it takes a lot for a person to make me angry because i don't find it necessary to make myself miserable unless that person is too dear for me.

these are just random thins about me. randomness has taken over my motto in life. the scent still lingers even when its not there and i'm a positive thinker.

p.s. help the needy please. even when you can't contribute, pray for them so that they would receive more from others than what you could have given to them. life is too short to not make others happy. making people happy makes me happy.

ja
positive

Chicken Big

I ate 1 whole chicken juz now. So happy! Finger lickin good if you know what i mean. i'm taking deep breaths nowadays. The body's not feelin too good. This week is learning week for me. I learnt new stuff. :D

1. somebody had explained to me in a very simple manner why there is lightning
2. somebody had explained to me in a very simple manner why there is thunder
3. i can push myself to do ANYTHING I WANT if i set my mind to it
4. i still have the never give up attitude in me (the cycling trip was a good testament)
5. i learnt sign languages. i learnt the word "take care" today
6. i learnt to value the things that should be treasured before anything happens
7. i learnt to accept my shortcomings and improve to be better

ja
i lost a jacket and i thought my confidence is gone
i got one and i gained it back

I don't want the rainbows in my world to be black and white again

The answers to the many perhaps

I can understand

But I do

I'm trying to improve

Well now i noe

Sorry bout that. Thought the issue was over.

there isn't much in my head. just minor confusions loitering around.

I guess so

Yes, people are different. But people can change.

Maybe

Being late has never been an issue. I just take it you have important stuff to finish first.

I never want to be become a ninja

Maybe.

What I cannot see, hear or feel, I cannot tell. and i agree.

Perhaps

ja
pleasantly surprised - again...

All we need is just the first foot forward

I just came back from a 16 hour round island cycling trip with my bestie, Shaiful. The beauty of the trip was, it was all UNPLANNED. Impromptu. I suggested there and then when we met up for a short dinner and i told him, "Pol! Let's go cycling. Right now. Round island. Just like what we used to 7 years ago". And we did. Just like that. Random activities that just make you remember the good old days. I'll never forget yesterday's trip. Never. Talking bout how long we've been friends, talked about life, future, problems and shared jokes and happiness that only both of us can understand. It's hard to find a great friend who's always there in times of distress and need. Thanks bro. This entry is for ya.

The main essence of this entry is about taking the first few steps that would will not allow you to turn back or procrastinate on a certain projet. N.A.T.O. no action talk only. For example, you've always been talking about going to Thailand for the full moon party. Most would just leave the conversation as it is. Unless one of them initiate and start to collect money to pay for the airfare, the trip won't happen. Once you've passed the money, then only will that brain of yours start to think of what to do next and plan.

The trip from my house to Shaiful's house already tested my mental endurance. There was no way i'm gonna turn back cause i have to go back while Shaiful will jus stay at home if we decided to cancel da trip. And so we set off the same trip we did 7 years back.

The slopes at Upper Thomson and Far East Plaza nearly killed us. Crying in my head while the lactic acid accumulated in my thighs. But not giving up was juz the motto of da trip and my motto in life. If you cannot run, jog. Just DONT stop moving.

Places we passed by.
1. Marsiling
2. Sembawang
3. Yishun
4. Upper Thomson
5. Caldecott Hill
6. Novena Square
7. Orchard Road
8. SMU
9. Esplanade
10.Bugis
11.Arab Street
12.Kallang Road
13.Geylang Lorongs
14.Aljunied Road
15.Paya Lebar Road
16.Eunos Road
17.Still Road
18.Marine Crescent
19.East COAST PArK!
20.Ubi Ave
21.Hougang
22.Ang Mo Kio
23.Anderson SECONDArY!!!
24.Anderson JC
25.Khatib
26.Yishun
27.Sembawang
28.Marsiling (HOME!!!)
Started at 11pm ended at 6pm

Lots of photos were taken. I licked on a GIGaNTIC artificial lollipop and did some crazy stuff along the way so that i'll remember the day i spend quality time wif my bestie. This is to you bro. CHeers to our friendship and may more impromptu stuff come along our way.

ja
16 hours

Shirt, pants and size 28

Today i had one of da weirdest gig ever. POSB invited us to play for their launch at Sims Ave. This are the reasons why.

1. Didnt rehearse wif jason
2. Event start at 8.30am, woke up at 7.45am, reached at 8.20am
3. Wore formal attire. Take note* this was what the organisers told me to wear* Took the wrong pants. I'm a size 32, but i wore a size 28. No choice, thats the only formal pants i have. I also told Jason to wear shirt and pants
4. Jason came. He came with jeans and short sleeves. haha. i shook my head and said, "Which part of shirt and pants you didn't understand." Things were going JUST fine. :D
5. I couldn't hit the high notes properly because of my SIZE 28!!! My stomach was squeezed in. just squeeze my ballslah!
6. The Emcee gave an honest comment. "Bro, don't mind me saying this. You gotta change your image. You look like an insurance agent." i wanted to laugh because he commented that i should wear like Jason BUT!!! go and tell that to the freaking organisers who made me wear this insurance agent clothes.
7. Me and Jason sang the longest version of I Will Survive EVER! 8 mins i think.
8. I kept on singing "Size 28" in random parts of the different songs. I was in the mood.

Thats it. Life's been great. I just need to keep my music life in check. I HAVE TO...

ja
cheeky auntie

lost

i lost my jacket
i lost my limb
i lost my inspiration
i lost my strength
i lost my confidence
i lost my sanity
i will lose more
till then

ja
six pence non the richer

NUMB3RS and River Confessions

This song speaks of my emotions and feelings. Let no language be a barrier to how it feels. Scroll below and check da scrolled up poem.

p.s. I write the best works when I am sad. That work might come soon and I don't want it to be written.

ja
i.hate.numbers.truly

Laptop, DVD and Ice Cream and MOMMIES TOO!

Today was the final shoot for my cameo in Police and Thief. Memorable experience nevertheless with all the nonsensical antiques that i pulled off in front of da camera. They have yet to tell me when it will be aired. just check this blog out for further details.

Anyways, the song You're Beautiful and You and Me have really taken an incredible form. The power of melody and lyrics and the relation that many of us would go through some form or another in our life. Watched DVD and ate icecream at the lounge. It was one of da highlights of my life. Nobody disturbing me. Watched Love actually, the uncut version. SHIOK i tell you! It was really a fitting show to say the very least. The different form of relationships; love, scandals, affairs and lust. Some form of love need not be said in a similar language for the language of love is just through responsible actions. I nver believe that saying I love you is enough. It's pointless if its not backed up by responsible actions to show how much you care for that person. And how its not as easy as getting on a school bus and getting off a certain destination. You're riding a bus that needs you to be in the driving seat. Drive to where? i dunno. go figures. You drive it.

i dont want to write no more.

ja
10 mins and i still can't bear

Young and Dangerous

I don't know how many of you out there have done competitive sports before. For those who have, you would really know the meaning of winning and defeat, underdogs and favourites.

I was switching channels and happened to see the Sea Games being televised live. At that moment, I saw this 14 year old gymnast by the name of Nicole Tay Xi Hu, crying and clutching her ribs. Later then I realise that she had fallen from the beam while trying to execute a backflip. I swear, it was painful just looking at her fall and her ribs hitting the beam. She was the favourites to win it but luck was not on her side. Every other athletes would have certainly felt down after a devastating fall. She could have felt demoralised and want to give up there and then. All the hardwork, sweat, dedication, down the drain.

But that was not the main reason why I was really proud of her.

Later in the hour, she was on the centre floor doing freestyle gymnastics. And she won gold, beating the favourites. A 14 year old girl competing in a sport that was never dominated by Singapore and the last time Singapore won any medal was 20 years back. That gut and determination was just inspirational to me. Remember, she is only 14. That kind of mental drive and motivation is just difficult to inculcate and develop. And when the National Anthem was being played loud and echoed through the sports hall, my heart just went for her and how deserving the medal that she won.

She reminded me of the time where I had the chance to represent Singapore in the SEA games. I have dreamt of hearing the national anthem being played as I firmly clutch my gold medal for the nation. It's really a shitty feeling to have dominated the sport that you are good in and you just can't represent the nation because of stupid politics. STUPID politics. Sometimes I just feel sad for not being able to contribute to the nation when back then I really knew I could. It was never about the limelight or fame. It was more about bringing Singapore's name up there and making my family and friends proud.

Well, even if I can't represent Singapore, the least I could do is give my moral support to the people who have sacrificed their time and personal life to bring glory to Singapore. This entry is for Nicole.

May the Singapore team bring more glory to the nation.

ja
painful memories

I'm sleeping now. Nitez. Bluffer!

I love pleasant surprises. It's been a while since i last had a good surprise. To be honest, i cant think of any. Something out of da blue. Something unexpected. Something good. It just breaks the monotonous routine life that each and everyone of us have been living for the past years. WE ARE ROBOTS lemme tell ya that. Really. Thats the brutal truth and it's the kind of truth that all of us agree with, want to reject and change but it's difficult.

One can't deny the great education system that Singapore has provided (yeah right) but there's always another side to the 10cent coin. We have been living a ROUTINED life all this while because we've been program since young. For example, where do we go after 2 years of kindergarten? What about after that? how many more years? after that? how many years more? do we ever stop and think of our strengths and explore our options? are we scared? why? are we following the norm? is it wrong?

what happens after that? we go to a university. so? whats the big deal? why do we go to a university? is it necessary just because others deem reaching the highest level of the tertiary education as a symbol of success? why are we scared of society? why do we feel inferior? why are we letting the judgement and thoughts of others be the guide to how we should lead our life.

so what happens after university? i bet you. none of the students here are willing to take a year off from school or work. None. Zero. Zilch. Kosong. Why don't we try for once since the degree is in our hands, take a year off and do WHATEVER things that we really longed to do. Things that you really wanted to fulfill but stalled because of studies and exams; our great education system. Travel to exotic locations, backpack to India, learn to cook steak and onions, learn to sew those tatterd jeans, learn to bake a cake, be a barista and work at Starbucks, perform in cafes and pubs. Anything. Anything people. Don't you guys have your own desires and interests?

Not many of us make the time and effort to make our life more interesting and colourful. There's always an opportunity every single day. We should wake up with an objective. I must do something that would make me remember this very day. If your idea of not doing anything would make you remember that day, then so be it. I've had one too many of those. Believe me. Many of us do. So do something random for a change. Surprise yourself, surprise your friends. Make them smile. Make them laugh. Go and wash your nose with the water cooler if its really itchy. Go and sleep at a GSR or student lounge for once. I've done one too many outrageous things in old campus and the new campus to cherish my entire life and i know there's more to come.

Just something that i learnt and i wanna share with my dear friends. Don't come to school just to see your books. Come to school to learn. Learn from friends. Learn how to laugh. Learn how to make jokes. Learn how to socialise. Learn how to let go of emotions and let your guard down once in a while. We've forgotten to learn about all these and i really believe that this is the best time to do it. Do it and i hope that you would be surprised yourself with the change that you inititated yourself.

When we meet each other 20 years down the road, i dont think we would be talking about how many A+s we got back in school. Surely it would be about the moments where we skipped school to have breakfast, stayed over in school for 8 hours all in the name of Post Modernism, the moments where we ate hamburgers early in the morning with coffee and oreos or going for late night supper with dear friends.

Think about it. There's no harm trying. Don't be a hermit for life because the world is filled with colours that are meant to be painted on a canvas like you so that people will be able to know what kinda of a picture you are after all this years of painting by people you've met and your own self.

ja
fabulously surprised. can? lol.

Chirp Chirp in sambal

SINGAPORE : A woman was fined $3,000 for trying to bring in two roast geese from China, and refusing to hand them over to the authorities.

The Agri-Food and Veterinary Authority said Tan Chai Peng was stopped at Changi Airport's Terminal 2 on September 30 and told to surrender the birds for disposal because she did not have a licence to bring them in.

She refused to hand the geese over and threw them on the floor instead.

She was fined $3,000 for obstructing Immigration & Checkpoints Authority (ICA) officers in the execution of their duties.

And another charge of importing two roast geese from China was also taken into consideration in sentencing.

Under Singapore laws, a licence and a permit are required before importing meat and meat products into Singapore.

Travellers are allowed to bring in small quantities of meat for personal consumption, but this must be limited to 5 kilogrammes per person and come from a country approved by the AVA.

Beef, mutton, pork and poultry in any form cannot be brought in from Malaysia, Thailand, China, Indonesia and India. - CNA/

This was taken from Channelnewsasia.com and i found it rather amusing. In certain sense, i found da lady rather silly. I really don't know what went through her mind at that time. Perhaps ego had overriden what is rational. I may not know the cost of those geese but what thing for sure, there ought to be a damn BLOODY good reason going against the law, paying $3000 for a pair of geese and not consuming them. Golden eggs? Fun? god knows. She even became defiant and threw the geese on the floor.

Human beings can be so complexed. I know. I've seen many. Stubborn ones, crazy ones, those who continued skydiving even though they nearly died, those who just love to colour coordinate for god knows why and why some people just hate each other for reasons none of us can comprehend. Each and everyone of us is different. That, we can't deny. But nevertheless, everybody should have a common amount of rationality within us.

I don't even know why i'm bloggin this. Seriously. I just found it dumb to go against the law much further after knowing that you are already in the wrong. But as always, i give people the benefit of the doubt to the lady for maybe, MAYBE, there is a certain reason why she did it and nobody knows what that reason truly is.

ja
goosing around

Green Cars and Purple Paper

Some say i'm just crazy to stay overnight in school. I guess, i'm da sort of person that would do anything to get the job done. Meaning, if i believe that the only way to study productively and pass my exams is to stay in school, i'll do it. Junk food, 50 cents, koko pops, sofa, tapioca chips, unglam escalator blunder shall stay embedded in my head for many years to come. As always, i've never get the thoughts of others get in my way of living my life. I absorb, digest and throw away all the negative aura that people give and keep the good ones and learn from them even if some may sting at times. You've gotta put your ego aside in this aspect. I still learn from my little sis the value of life and how you've just gotta be happy doing the things you enjoy. She enjoys drawing and painting. I think i should share some time of creativity sessions with her once exams are over.

Anyhoos,
Here i am in my little corner again, on my favourite sofa and fantasizing that the huge space and the great view around belongs to me. i just love high ceilings and pillars. donno why. it gives me this great sense of space and liberty. And to top that of, i was looking forward to a great view that i've been missing in a while.


Letter has
6 letters,
And among the hundreds of words
Within that page of speech
I could only pick out 1 word,
Hate.

A million emotions as i read in 5 minutes
All i saw was
Hate.
Questions?
Nil.
Happiness
Infinity.
Departure,
Counting down.
Bright lights,
5 days.
And 5 seconds of my breath still says
Missing you

ja
of cham and lots of 50cents

eh, aren't you the mailman?

i was doing make up for the shooting. I looked like a freaking mosquito when in actual fact i was supposed to look futuristic. urgh. did i tell you guys i hate make up? yeah i do. i told da make up artist as what i always tell other make up artists

ja: i hate make up. urghhh
makeupartist: i hate make up too

ja scratches head. so what are you doing in this line? you just love to torture people with make up is it? lol.

ok. anyhoos, Mark Lee then sat next to me doing his face too. I turned to him and said

Ja: eh bro, dont i look like a mosquito?

ML: huh? yah yah. same like mosquito.
funny da way he said it. wanted to laugh on da spot.

ML: eh, arent you da mailman from the movie, The Maid?
Make up artist: yah yah, arent ya?

Ja: me? NOLAH. the dumb and mute mailman right? nehhhhh.

Of all characters, the mailman? haha. i was so amused because first, the guy is chinese. look at me without closing your eyes. I DONT LOOK CHINESE! well, looking from another positive point of view, next time i can try casting as a mailman for a horror movie. i think i have the potential after hearing their comments.

shooting was fun. met suhaimi and MTV VJ Belinda on set.

i was supposedly a busker in da future. the director gave me a guitar and told me to sing this line

"i'm lonely. no money. Everybody's so lonely. You're lonely, no money. Everybody's so lonely"

i went wth? i made a tune there and then with a C, G, F, G chord progression. Belinda sang da song that i made too cause she was part of da busking team. yeah Belinda, the hot MTV VJ.

then went to Singapore Sports School to do a scene on swimming, the locker room and the hamburger scene. yummy!!! get to eat free food. hungree man that time. i was damn hungry and ate almost the whole packet of dried plums that the Extras brought. i was da only Malay fella among da rest of da casts. Did my shots in a few takes before going back to Mediacorp.

Very interesting on how things revolve in Mediacorp. The politics, workload, pay etc... unless you're passionate about the arty farty stuff in Mediacorp, i'd suggest you'd try other crafts.

SO Tayereddddddd. feel like whining. when the hell am i gonna finish reading my ethics man...

p.s. fyi, i'm da future son of Sgt Dollah in Police and Thief.

ja
your mailman

ExpressO

As i returned to the shop
And sat on the sofa
I craved for another coffee
That lingering aftertaste
That you just can't seem to wash off
An aftertaste that i hope would stay for long

As the coffee came
A saucer was on top
So take this cup
and hold it firm and tight
beneath the saucer lies what is beyond
some may choose to close it forever
some may choose to release and not look
while da very few, opens and take a glance
Seeing what is
The mind unfolds the possibilities, layered in doubts
Just like the way coffee is layered with froth
For i like mine that way
With cream
Sipping away the froth that sticks to my lips
Lies a great taste that only we can manifest
When in actual fact
What i want from the whole experience
Is just a good cup of coffee and hope that
I can return for another cup again

ja
my morning coffee

Dreams

Dreams.

Been having lots of them surprisingly and weird ones too. Been dreaming of friends and family in very interesting scenarios. And in those dreams, i spoke out my heart. What i've been wanting to say to many all this while but didn't get the chance to. I call this my sleep confessions; confessions that gave me relief as if a huge elephant was lifted off from my head when i told them of my true feelings. Feelings of hate, anger, love. Feelings which i can't explicitly say because i'm not the sort of person who can, especially those 3 mentioned above. So somebody must have really pushed me to the limit if i were to express any them. Thus far, not many have been able to witness them I guess.

Dreams are meant to tell you something. But what? That life is too short to keep your feelings to yourself and not let people know that they are being loved and appreciated for their existance? It's not worth keeping it to yourself. Yeah yeah, we've read all those spam and stories that talk about telling people how they should start telling their special ones that they love them before they disappear. True indeed, some of us may displace these absurd can-never-happen-to-me thoughts and delete them asap. But these are things that ALL of us have gone through believe it or not.

Not many of us have the experience of meeting our grandparents and listen to their stories. Friends have come and left and i dont think we thank our friends enough in this life. Special crushes have come and go without knowing that "I AM DYING TO TALK TO YOU!!!" See? Everybody's gone thorough this and before long, we will start to remember all those interesting moments and how we should have said certain things to certain people at that certain point of time. I guess among all, we should start expressing our love to our parents.

How many of us send text messages to our parents saying, "Take care on the road and at work Mom and Dad. Love ya" How many? Are you one of them? Not many. Strangely, we don't mind spending countless hours with your other halves but how many of us spare a thought of even just 5 minutes to call your mom up and tell her that you will be home late? I am guilty for the latter charge. I've been trying to change. So i hope you guys would to. I'm not enforcing anything but realising since secondary school that parents have the most difficult job on earth, which is doing a lot of things for the first time. Things such as raising a baby for the first time, raising a 14 year old son for the first time, then the next year raising a 15 year old child for the first time and my parents are raising a 23 year old gorilla for the first time and they are still trying to figure out what is the best way to raise this gorilla.

Time is scarce and I've learnt to remember my grandma and parents more in life and praying for their safety and better health every single day. No harm doing that.

I'm typing my sms text to my parents now. Why don't you give it a shot?

ja
i hate you

In memory of my emily

Watched The Exorcism of Emily. De ja vous. It seemed surreal. Told my life story. All in a movie. That was da past. But nice movie though. enjoyed da screenplay and how da story was unfold. Could have been better.

Sometimes, you just gotta take da problems you have and face it there and then. If not for that, i dont think we would have been able to get 4 seats.

Bencoolen was fun. A fight nearly broke out. I was wondering. Whats the worst that could happen? A fight, blood and police. Thats it. I've seen worse somewhere else so i wasnt really intimidated by this. It would have been interesting though, looking at people who juz can't resolve things easily.

Slept at SIS lounge again. My bed. My comfort. The only physical object that knows how heavy my head and heart have been all this while with school, band and what not.

There are so many billboards out there that bear a certain advert. On the bus, taxis, malls... I can't bear to look at it. Even da products. It reminds me. And i'm trying to prepare for what lies ahead. aint thinking much. not worth it. or is it worth thinking about it. Things are not supposed to be forced in life for once forced, it becomes a burden and nothing is sincere in whatever you do. Yeah, perhaps, its just emotions jumping around in a bubble juz waiting to burst. but jumping in a bubble is fun! try it.

I feed on emotion. Mostly sadness. When that moment comes, its a signal for me to write a song. The time has come.

ja
jia shu bao

It wasn't me

I'm here sitting down and feeling a lil sleepy. I feel like shouting to keep myself awake. But that would disturb the peace of the library in which some students are known to be notorious for. Hmm... !!!! Just thought of this. This is a few things that would really make everybody in the library keep quiet and turn to look at you. What if your buddy shouted this at you in the middle of a crowded library where everybody is concentrating:

1. DUDE!!! YOU MADE SALLY PREGNANT ???!!!
2. DUDE!!! WHY DID YOU FART MAN!!!
3. YOU'RE HAVING YOUR PERIOD NOW?? AND ITS DRIPPING? YOU NEED KOTEX??
4. DUDE, YOU HAD SEX WITH OUR PROFESSOR??!!! DID HE HAVE GIVE YOU AN A+ FOR THE GOOD JOB?
5. DUDE YOU MADE OUT IN THAT ROOM??!! AT 8.30AM WHERE NOBODY IS STILL IN THE LIBRARY???
6. DON'T TOUCH MY PENIS MAN!!!
7. HAHA! YOUR DICK IS SHORTER THAN AN IPOD NANO!
8. EVERYBODY IS HERE AN ASSHOLE
9. HEY EVERYBODY! I AM HANDSOME. DON'T DENY.
10. I LOVE TO SNIFF MY UNDERWEAR!

ja
feeling sick.cough.cough.

Vitamin C

Took my Vitamin C and me apple. Getting better by the day i'm sure.

Missing my morning coffee... with cream.

ja

Police and Thief

good day to all bloggers and non-bloggers but read blogger's blog. not a bad tongue twister huh. anyways, my life seemed a lil colourful yesterday. was about to go to theatre class when i received a call from Rachel

Rachel: ja, you wanna act?

Ja: haha, you must be kidding me. i cant act for peanuts

Rachel: i'm not kidding you. my cousin is looking for a malay actor to fill up a major role in Police and Thief.

Ja: Police and Thief...
ja wonders in planet mars and thought that the role could be easy since he was a policeman back then

Ja: Canlah Rach. juz send the number to him.

and so, after theatre and dinner, Fifi, my newly appointed audition manager, and I went down to Mediacorp for the audition. My god, we were talking as if we are already doing some bigshot movie as people passed by us.

ja: you took damn long for that take man. didnt you remember the lines?
fifi: sorrylah
ja: yeah, next time run faster. eh whens the next shoot? tomorrow is it?

Fifi and I were already imagining on planet Pluto and i was beginning to act as if i was a tourist, in awe of everything inside.

It's been a while since i last stepped into mediacorp. made so much noise that fifi was getting annoyed.

ja: WAH!! THIS IS THE RADIO BUILDING
ja: WAH!! THIS IS WHERE THEY KEEP THEIR SET
ja: WAH!! I WAS HERE BEFORE DURING MY DEBATING FINALS
ja: WAH!! THIS IS WHERE THEY MAKE THE CHINESE DRAMAS MAN!
ja: CHANNELNEWSASIA OVER THERELAH!!!
wah this, wah that and all fifi said was

Fifi: yeah.
Fifi: uhuh.
Fifi: yeah.

lol.

and so we went to level 3 and i said "Selamat Hari Raya!!!" to one of the famous actors as if i was his best friend. that left him dumbfounded for a short while.

ok, met eugene, rachel's cuz, and he gave us a script each. I was playing rudy's character, the son of Sergeant Dollah. In this play, he was supposed to be like a ningkampooot. Imagine Mr Bean in a Singapore police uniform. that was how i was suppposed to act.

Rudy: eh! you think i get to use this handcuffs? (accidentally handcuffed himself to pole) hehe.. sorry, stuck.

Eugene: hey! keep quiet, you wanna let the gangsters know we're trying to raid that gambling den?

Rudy: gambling den? GAMBLING DEN! COOOL MAN!

Eugene: oi! shhhh.

Rudy: Sorry bro. Cant help it. So excited. i feel like a real cop.

as they walk surreptitiously, Rudy accidentally kicked a can on da floor.

Eugene: eh alor! you want them to know is it?

Rudy: oops. SOrry sorry. (stands up and shout to the rest of the police officer around) FALSE ALARM! FALSE ALARM! MY FAULT BRO, MY FAULT!

he turns around and goes to anothe group of officers who were huddling low.

Rudy: So what's the plan?

Sam: We will wait for ASP Leong to give his final instructions. In the meantime, juz put you fingers on the trigger.

Rudy: YESLAH! We get to use our guns. (Turns around in circle) We get to use our guns! We get to use our guns bro!!

and cut.

thats it. imagine mr bean doing that role. that was how i played it. not expecting anything out of it. just for the mere fun of going for auditions when life has been very dull lately. well, not all the time. :)

sent fifi home before heading towards my grandma's house. i promised to come to her house when she gave me a call. i call it THE CALL! this is how the story went before the audition and after theatre.

went to Magic Woks with my favourite gang from Post Modern and had dinner. ordered stuff like Lemon Chicken, baby squids (dont order this if Fifi is around. He doesn't like it), kangkong (My fav!), black pepper beef and egg with mushroom. During dinner, Yu wei was shouting from across the table, couldn't really make out what she was saying.

Yuwei: Ja, arent ya sapi oar cien ma?
Ja: HUH?
Yuwei: arent ya sapos tagor ta ya gangmars house?
Ja: Huh?!
Yuwei lets off a loud shout: ARENT YA SUPPOSED TO GO TO YOUR GRANDMA'S HOUSE?

ja dropped his fork and spoon... shit... LOL. i forgot. i was supposed to have dinner with her. she said she'll cook for me if i wanna come. hey come on man, if the sweetie pie gave me a call and asked questions like this, how can i say no.

gave her a call
ja: alor nenek!

nenek (grandma): hi. where are ya?

ja: in school nenek. nek, i just got a call and somebody wants me to become an actor.
i had difficulties trying to translate the english thoughts in my head into malay to explain to her.
ja: but i'll come straight away after that. i promise.

nenek: oklah. its ok. just call if you wanna come ok? i'll wait for you.

how can i not love my grandma after being a devil when i was a little imp. stuff like biting her shoulder and throwing my undies into the rice cooker when she wasnt looking. she chased me around the house after that. hehehe... quote "you were the naughtiest grandchild i've had" unquote. im so proud of that. hehe.

but i love her so much that i'll feel lost if she's gone. she's my solace when i really have problems. i'd jsut sit and talk with her. she has the characters and attributes that i would like to possess and trying hard i might say.

all this happened in a day. what can i say. this is my life. my diary.

ja
apple i want

History

i gotta digress for a short while. i'm currently sitting at the SIS student lounge and these bunch of students in blue caught my eyes. i think they're from st anthony's convent. field trip. remember them? lol. must fill in this form lah, that consent formlah. but i'd do anything to get OUT of school. those were the precious moments that i would try not to forget though its hard to recollect some of them at times. they're now taking photos of the Singapore History Museum, my next haven for creativity. The teacher is right in front of me and explaining something to his students, this is what their conversation could be

Teacher: ok students, this is the Singapore History Museum. Do you know what is inside?

Students: old cups and plates that hasn't been washed for the past 100 years teacher

Teacher's hair starts to fall due to stress

T: no no, that is where all the relics and artefacts are. things that belongs to sir stamford raffles can also be found here.

S: Teacher teacher, stamford raffles who ah?

T: oh, he founded singapore

S: oh, not Parameswara ah teacher? why not him ah?

Teacher in his heart says: hmm, because the history book said so? good question though.
Students minds get all messed up and now they thank the ang moh for it. yayness...

the distortion of history is really frightening me and who's gonna tell the truth when we're not around anymore...

ja
feeling like a merlion. dont ask y. lol.

Exercising

Ways i keep myself healthy

how i exercise my eyes

i look at greenery and anything that mother nature has provided. i'd recommend looking at the green leaves of trees which has different shades. exercise your ability to focus by looking at the trees nearby, those from afar and repeat the process for juz 5 mins. relax and dont think much. just enjoy what god has given to us.

i try to make sense out of something that many would beg to differ. our body really need to be in touch with nature, literally. our body came from this very earth and we shall return to it one day. that is why we need to keep in touch with it as much as we can.

how i exercise my feet

i go to the beach barefooted and juz step on the sand. i'd try to walk barefoot anywhere without making people feel uneasy with my act. i heard from history that back in the ancient days, people don't get sick easily because they are constantly keepin in touch with nature such as walking barefoot, chopping trees and carrying them, drinking water from the waterfall, etc.

so yeah, try and do something with mother nature because she misses her child badly. it doesn't hurt to pay a visit to the beach once in a while just to say hi.

ja
hungry.needtopickupchinook.

Thank You, So Long, Goodbye

Enjoy the new song guys. Wrote out of pure emotions.

ja
Thank you, so long, goodbye...

Ravana

I felt really shitty the whole day. its been a while since i last felt this sad and shitty. shit man. i felt like ravana. the ten-headed demon king who loves sita yet he cannot touch her without her consent because he's been cursed. he sings, he serenades but whats da point of all that if she never ever wanna listen. i have began to understand Ravana much better. People think he's a demon all this while but he has compassion when he thought he found someone who could make him happy.

Ravana, my heart goes out to you.

-curtain closes-

ja
lost.it.again.

Dream Gurl

just woke up from my nap. had a dream. this is my dream.

i was at the gym with some other girls and Kai hong from Post modern class doing aerobics using the song My Humps by Black Eye Peas. Next thing i knew, there was this indian fella on stage addressing a huge crowd below him.

Indian fella: Next up we have firdaus or how may i address you?

fifi whispers: fifi also can

IF: FIFI with his puppet singing Drive By incubus

fifi went up on stage with a huge puppet and trying to be a ventriliquist.

Fifi looks at the puppet, puppet looks at fifi. "is this sad?" puppet showed sad face with fifi. "is this happiness?" fifi smiled with puppet. Fifi started to sing but the weirdness about the picture is that, he didnt make the puppet sing!!! he just happy happy sang the song by himself. the end.

ja wakes up with many msn messages in which he doesnt care. feeling very sad today.

ja
sad.torn.tattered.

Bullets

I wanna write this while its still fresh and hot in my mind just like my 2 reheated oven toast cheeseburgers. Wayang Ramayana went well. I am really proud of all those involved no matter how minor they think their roles are. In particular I guess, i have to take my hats off Mahdi for wanting to help me out even when she herself has stage fright. My heart goes to you.

I hope everybody enjoyed themselves with the fusion of shadow puppetry (wayang kulit), video imagery, stage acting and certainly the fusion of music. It was just magical when the whole show started and flowed till the very end. The best thing after the whole show was, nobody could believe that this was a 3 week play, may it be the students, professors or the parents. Neither can I but hey, it happened. What can i say.

This production was never about grades when it started. It never was. It was more about friends helping out and willing to sacrifice their time eventhough they know that deadlines catching up to them. I may not have theatre experience and this may be the first time i'm directing a production but the most humbling part was knowing that friends and fellow classmates work hand in hand to make this show flawless and magical.

I guess the highlight for me was that my parents came for Wayang Ramayana. It's their first i guess for any of my performances. Really appreciate that and sharing the night celebrating my sis's birthday with the cast is one of the highlights of my life. My dear sis, the one who constatnly keep me in check and calling me whether i'm coming home EVERY night. Sometimes she does wait for me but knowing that her brother has been sleepin in school and friends' place, she would just go and sleep.

Had supper at Bencoolen and really made a lot of noise. lol. but its really nice even for that short moment in time where i managed to spend time with the cast and just crap the whole night thru. I left for Esplanade and went to catch some peace. Finally its over, but what's next. and as i turn my head to the right, i saw the Esplanade's Outdoor Theatre. I told myself. "that is what i'm gonna do next with Royale"

5.30am on my watch, i sent Fifi home first. On da way back, it started to rain so bad, that i had to put on my shades and cover my mouth with my hands because my half helmet has no sunvisor. Omg... the rain was like bullets hitting my face. MANY BULLETS.

i just went "ah! oooh! ah! ooh! ADOI! pain! help!" i was shivering like mad and the wind nearly threw me off my Chinook. Had to seek for shelter. And so i did, beneath the flyover. Stood there as i saw the rain pouring down and people trying to keep themselves warm. One of the motorists had to rush to the airport and the rain is not helping at all. I tried to flag for a taxi for him, in the MIDDLE OF THE HIGHWAY. HOW TO SEE???? geeesh... the things i do. i managed to flag a taxi but i stopped beyong the flyover. THIS BUGGER, didnt want to get himself wet and expected the taxi to reverse for him. WTH. alor brudder, you want to catch your plane or not? geesh...

the rain didnt stop but i just continued from where i left and to keep myself warm, i sang " lalalalallalalalalala" in the tune of "who's afraid of the big bad wolf, big band wolf, big bad wolf, ouch.. ooooH! pain!! adoi!!! arrrrrrh!" yup. that was how i went to keep myself warm. once i reached home, my pants were wet. i dont have to mentioned the shirt. i was walking like a crab! my ultraman boxers were like making me really uncomfortable.

so yeah. juz showered and feelin really sleepy. in need of rest and warmth.

ja
broken.yet.again.

Forty Winks

You know you're in real need of sleep when things like these occur

1. I cursed and swore at the MRT gantry when it doesn't want to open and let's out an annoying beeps when I tapped my card. My SMU matric card that is....

2. I accidentally used my handphone instead of my mouse when using my desktop

3. I found myself lying on the floor when I know that my last position was on a chair, doing work on desktop

4. I was driving on the 2nd lane and and decided to rest my eyes. i found myself on the 3rd lane without realising. imagine if i was on the 3rd lane...

5. i slept during 5 class presentations and the next thing I know, my group was next. Mine was the last.

6. i had to scream myself awake while riding Chinook home. it came to a point where i would certainly sleep if i were to lose concentration.

7. i came to school wearing my shirt inside out... happening...

8. People need to repeat 3 times before i manage to grab what they are saying.

oh well, it'll be over soon. hopefully. till then, you guys have a good day.

ja
homemade

Things people think they know but they dont

Inspired by Fifi who was inspired by Ben

1. I noe i can survive anywhere in the world even if you juz chuck me there and leave me to fend for myself. This I know.

2. I am emotionless and the only way i feel is to feed on the emotions of others.

3. All the songs that i wrote are parts and pieces of my life. And I've only written one happy song in my whole entire life.

4. I've only been attached once. nobody believes that.

5. i dont like people who have no manners and courtesy.

6. i'm scared of rich girls. things can never go right. and girls who smoke are juz not my type unless they stop i guess. i juz want somebody to talk to and enjoy some good company and there's not many out there.

7. i'd rather fall in love with a girl right now and leave everything aside.

8. i wanted to become a chef actually.

9. i'm a perfectionist. i dont eat, drink, sleep, rest till i get a job done. some of you know it.

10. a girl nearly gave me a heart attack when she placed her hand on my left chest. i'm serious.

11. i don a different persona when i'm on stage. i'm shy off stage actually. nobody believes that.

12. When i'm angry, i keep quiet. dont disturb me.

13. i have visions of my future life. it's so strong, that i know it'll happen and its frustrating when time doesn't permit me to work towards it.

14. i havent bathe Chinook (my vespa) for 3 mths.

15. i have da blood of Arabs, Bugis and Boyanese in me.

16. my name was initially Aguswedi. Killer of the Majapahits who eventually repented and became a holy man.

17. Ja is yes in german and Miel is honey in french.

18. my bestest friend has been wif me for the past 11 years. and i hated him when he dated my crush back in high school.

19. i became a songwriter because my friend didn't want to share with me the chords to his original song back in high school. that was the turning point.

20. i wanna cry but i can't bring out the tears now.

ja
royale will be back. i swear.
homemade

Metros!

Here's wishing all my Hindu friends a Happy Deepavali. anyhoos, to my story. these 2 girls in school approached me and talked to me about metrosexuality. i was like, am i one in da first place? do i look like one? lol.

they wanted me to find 10 pics that i associate metrosexuality with. i donno.

1. hairstyle (spiky like a porcupine. just place a papaya on top and it'll pierce thru)
2. earrings (bling bling)
3. tuxedo (metros usually look fashionable. Must have class you know)
4. facial (clean as a whistle)
5. manicure (file those nails baby!)
6. gym (who doesnt wanna look good?)
7. good body (yeah, try and aim to have mine. hehehe)
8. they hang around with other metros too? (friends mah! can share tips)
9. wear tight t-shirts (they work out too much. no money to buy bigger size tshirts)
10. very conscious about themselves (eh come onlah, when you have tight tshirts and you're in da cold, things get a lil perky)

yeah. hopefully this will prepare my mind for their interview tomoro. interesting topic though. I cant find many people that i can classify them as metro in SMU. Shall hunt them down wif my spear or something.

ja
siglap at 8.30pm VIE bar

Hello you non-bloggers who loves to read bloggers' blog. Hopefully you guys are enjoyin your day. It's certainly interesting to have you guys visting here and juz wanna check up on what i've been doing lately for the past few days. ok. this was what happened.

1. wore a beanie to school with my shades. i dunno whether this fad will be picked up internally or not
2. chinook was sick. had to send her to the technician.
3. been sleepin like 3 hours everyday
4. went to rehearse with the cast of the Ramayana
5. i've been tellin myself that i need a vacation
6. been trying to find extras for the ramayana play, any takers? very simple roles i assure you
7. been wanting to go Switzerland upon constant pestering by my Swiss mates
8. been missing all those St Gallen swiss peeps like Andi, Bahador, Chirstina
9. my cat rammed itself against my door cause i dont want to let him in. Wth was he thinking.....-shakes head-
10. i need to go to Timbre to find somebody, i forgot who, but i'll remember soon.

ja
exchange is out of the question but the world is jus waiting for my arrival

I hate dogs but how can i not adore these cuties. Look at those eyes. geesh. These are the players for you. They go around oozing their charm for the girls, ladies and woman. I think if you have a charming dog, you can use it as a tool to pick up girls. hehehe. too much Seven Heaven aint doing me good.

Why don't they have cat phototaking competition. I think my corridor cat, Atan, can stand a chance to win. He looks like a marble cake. Yummy! anyhoos, Service Marketing test today was shiook level 4 because the questions were from last year's paper itself. Happiness to the max! I guess in this course, if you have an intuition to serve people, then you'll score well. Sometimes it is more of common sense on what you should do and how you should treat a customer. It's matter of applyin theories to it. If you're dog is angry, do you bark back at it? No right? haiz.... For those who have experience in waitering and service crew, trust me, you'll ace it. If not, better think of doing something else in life.

please await for my tshirt design. cant wait to share wif you guys. and oh! i have to mention this next time. People who dont blog but read other people's blog. Is it ethical? LOOOL.

ja
art is tic

Bassist

Tough week. Been riding in the rain for the past few days. Kinda make me wonder, how far can i really push myself. Been learning the ropes of coordinating and man management. Being thrown into the ice skating rink and learning how to skate at the same time is truly a feat. But i guess, you slowly learn the ropes by pulling yourself up again everytime you fall. And i'm blessed when you have competent people to learn from when you need them the most. It's all about experience. Leadership doesn't come naturally. You need to learn the hard way I guess but in a smart way.

amidst all these chaos and what not, i received the best news of my life. I found a suitable bassist for Royale, my indonesian band. I never knew that i could be so happy when i heard that his band is now defunct. No offence but Woohoo!!! and he's willing and been wanting to play with us eversince he saw Royale play at the Singapore's Battle of the Bands Finals. I was awed when i saw him play and from then on i knew, that he could be one of the Royale member. At least a good piece of news is better than none at all. Till then, do come down for our production from Post Modern Theatre Studies,

Wayang Ramayana on the 11th of novermber. Free of charge.

ja
art is tic

Blind date with a stranger

Today was a very interesting day. I was the on the audition panel, and trying to search for my heroes, evil monsters (raksaksas) and monkeys for the production. Steadylah!!! Felt like Singapore Idol judge but i'm not mean. Some were good while some were better. It's just amazing how rich in talents SMU is. Was kinda giggling when i told one guy to act like a monkey and move across the room and hop on top of a chair. Oh well. Tomorrow is going to be another round of searching and hoping.

Then, rushed down for the Virtuoso photoshoot. Didnt have much idea of what to wear. So i juz went down wif green t-shirt and green shoes, green aviators wif my jeans. Photoshoots cannot play play hor! You've always gotta look presentable to the people out there. Who wouldn't. And when i thought that the photoshoot was going to last a lifetime, cause they always do, this time, he clicked once. " ok, you're good to go". That was fast! love this kinda people. Chop chop, pack and go like a takeaway fish and chip. Then off i went to the main event.

Sports Fiesta proved to be a successful event that the SSU has organised. Kudos to them. Climbing walls, smashing people on mats, poking people with metal rods. Shiook level 4 man!!!

I signed up for the futsal tournament. I wouldn't call it futsal because it was more like a wrestling match. Bodies battered, bruised. Players shoving, falling on the ground, face stuck on the sides of the wall, legs whacked on the face. Respect to them because Man they are. The enclosed court, i called it, THE CAGE; once you're in, it is time to prove your manhood and skills!

By the time it hit the 5th game, my tongue was dry, i was dehydrated and needed shade. It's been a while since i last pushed myself this far during the fasting month. Why? don't ask. the answer i give you will juz leave you guys scratching your head. good game nevertheless.

felt tired, sweaty but i was determined to go for ice skating. woke up late in the morning so didnt get to chance to skate wif my friend. i rushed down after the last game and put on a size 11 cause the size 10 couldn't fit. geeesh.... 11 was a lil large. nvmlah. as long as i can skate.

so there i was, trying to remember how to skate and it was more like a balancing act at first than a trial run. had to bring myself close to the railings cause i was wobbly. hehehhe. then, at the corner of my eyes, i saw this cute stranger that kept on falling. i went up, point my finger and said

ja: HAHA!!! you cannot skate!
the stranger pointed at me with his fingers and laughed back at me. LOL. This 5 year old boy really made my day. I told him to hold my hand and skate together and he did. Beginners at work. EVERYBODY WATCH OUT!!!!

he was constantly falling down. at least my rate was lower than him. hhehehe. so cute the fella. i fell but managed to break my fall and so i sat down on my lazy ass and asked what his name was. Wen Rong. how i can still remember his name at 2am in the morning is really puzzlin. his smile lah i guess. we had this frequency that juz matched. it was more like. "We don't care if we fall" "don't disturb the beginners. we're busy people trying to stand up more than skating itself"

but what i learnt was that, the best way of learning in life is to pick oneself up everytime you fall. i cant skate for peanuts but i was determine to at least skate smoothly without wobbling. i skated until everybody else wanted to go home. then i left.

mission accomplished. skate without wobbling. gonna go for proper skate at an ice skating rink one day cause this rink was made of wax. Harder to skate.

thought my day was over. i went to help Fifi buy food at macdonalds for the studio comms people. I bought myself a Happy Meal and got a Snoopy collectibles!!! yayness!

as i made my way up the escalator of Admin Building, latin music was being played and a salsa class was being held. many people. scary.... as i went to put my bag among the rest,

lady in charge: are you a participant?
ja: errr ya?
lic: okies, juz put your bag here and join the class.
ja lookin blur
ja: ok

i went to the middle of the class and saw this girl standing alone. i went up to her and told her that i was her dancing partner. LOL. Unbelievable. Learnt salsa da whole night. not bad. there even came to a point where i juz stood one corner while watching the rest dance. i was damn shy lah to ask any girl to dance! the first one doesnt count because it was more out of spontaneousity.

i really felt like a loser at his college prom, looking at all the guys dancing with the girls happily. but it was fun nevertheless. learnt a few moves told the girl tat i danced with that in order to disguise that we are beginners, we should do more body actions than leg movements. hehehhee... well hopefully could bring newly learnt moves to da dance floor next time. fusion of hip hop rnb and latin salsa. bring it on DJ!

i'm tired and battered. oh! btw, anybody wanna become actors? hehe. juz spread the word while the audition is still open ya?

ja
bandung : 3/4 cups milk from a 1/8 syrup, 1/8 ice cubes..slurp slurp

Se7en

Wanted to blog something funny but was browsing thru Gracia's and decided to do something fun instead. Why does the number 7 pops out so many times in my life... Well, here we go, here are the seven x10 thingies…

Seven things that (will) scare me:

1. An army of antz
2. Growing old and weak, alone
3. No laptop, no hp for the day. It's more of the latter
4. When I can't write songs no more
5. Losing my 6 senses
6. Animals that can talk
7. Being unprepared for anything

Seven things I like the most:

1. Going to the museum
2. My vespa, Chinook!!
3. Cats. Meow.
4. Sharing love, helping anybody in need
5. Backpacking
6. Mee goreng! oh! and Potatoes and Cream and cheese!!
7. Freedom to spend more times wif the unfortunate

Seven most important things in my room:

1. My coca-cola plastic bottle becuz that's where my life savings are. hehe..
2. The grafittis on my wall called, wall of names. This is where my friends who visit me can write their names and messages on the wall and be immortalized.
3. Air freshner! hehe
4. My bed to put my clothes
5. My acoustic Fender Guitar
6. My soul
7. My matching clothes

Seven random facts about me:

1. my ambition was to be come a chef but the idea got killed by a hit and run driver. anyhoos, I love MEE GORENG! and POTATOES! and CHEESE AND CREAM! yayness!
2. I have to be colour coordinated everytime i go out. even to the wet market. white shirt wif brown pants wif brown slippers
3. i dont constantly cut my hair. people think i do. i juz style them differently as they get longer
4. i sketch. i wanna be a painter.
5. i'm a drummer at heart
6. i noe i can own the world
7. i feed on emotions to write my songs

Seven things I plan to do before I die:

1. Try and build a mosque
2. I want my loved ones to be by my deathbed
3. I wanna die in the Holy City, Mecca.
4. I want to paint something on canvas
5. I wanna learn about life and pour my memories in concrete
6. I wanna try and skip Hell and straight away collect my immortality as i pass Heaven
7. Feed the poor

Seven things I can do:

1. Compose songs the entire day.
2. Sleep an entire day.
3. Ride Chinook the entire day.
4. Eat and eat and eat
5. Sketch and paint
6. Find inspiring views and juz enjoy
7. I can do cartwheels!!!

Seven things I can't do:

1. I can't make someone love me
2. I can't hurt animals, not even an ant
3. I can't focus on many things at one go
4. I can't do a flip
5. I can't do a slip-shod work on my music and let people listen to it
6. I can't read books. I so badly want to. Anybody wants to read to me?
7. I can't go a day without making myself happy

Seven words I say the most:

1. alooor
2. wokiez
3. hehehe...
4. suweeeet
5. oh
6. heyies
7. shioooook

Seven celeb crushes: I'm not good at this

1. jessica alba cause she can dance. i mean really dance.
2. agnes monica cause she can dance. lol
3. dian sastro cause she's girl next door sweet
4. Sarah McLachlan cause she can sing.
5. Alicia keys cause she's my mentor
6. Avril Lavigne cause she rockz
7. Snow White cause she's fair

Seven people I'll love to see doing this:

1. My alter-ego. Maybe one day i'll let him blog for a change. Wat say you?
2. The guy who imposed the ERP. Whateva your name is, you suck. and i can't be bothered to know who you are.
3. those who reads this
4. people who dont find this as boring but more of a reflection
5. people who dont like people who blogs but secretly reads certain people's entries once in a while
6. yuhong! you muz do this. hahahahahha.
7. the 7 horny dwarves


you guys enjoy your night. cause mine juz started. tried to do something for my blog but yet to get the code done. anyhoos, drop by Siglap on friday if you're free. Playing at VIE bar/ cafe.

ja
15 mins of happiness

Sambal

Not many people, i doubt any of you, would realize that i came up with the name Samba Masala in SMU. Was helping out wif the 2nd Patron's day event when Margaret wanted to name the percussion group. I decided Rhythm Masala was good but the name was already taken up. So Samba Masala was the next best thing. oh well, anyways,

Talking about Samba, i juz had a chat wif Firdaus, Khai and Faizah about my National Service days on how tough it was to cook for oneself. Being a trainer in the Special Operations Command aka Riot Squad aka Red Bus, was certainly a gruelling position and i need to take care of my diet. It really does help when you go back to your quarters and your fellow colleague tells you that he has dinner ready.

Wan: Miel! Dinner is ready man!

Ja: oh, great! I'm hungry man! What's for dinner?

Wan: we have sambal wif fish

Ja: uhuh and?

Wan: Sambal wif fish and sambal wif fish. So what would it be?

Ja: Haiz... sambal wif fish sounds nice... Canlah

Wan: WOkies! one sambal fish coming up.

What can i say? the fella bought one gani sack of DRIED CHILLIES! wth? lol. we were so poor back then, we had to rely on chilli to add flava to our food. put the chillies in the blender, put water, sugar, blend. Voila! Chilli paste....

The rice was perfect, the drink was cold. Perfect. The dark soy sauce was within reach. Perfect. The fried sambal fish. Dunno yet. No comments.

As i tucked in, the sambal was ALIVE. It was biting my tongue.

Wan: Not bad ah the sambal fish. (reaching for the cold drink)

Ja: yeah. nice. (waiting for my turn to drink from the bottle)

it was a silent treatment. Everybody knew that the fish was HOT. lol. it was more out of courtesy that we didnt comment on anything because it was a lot of hardwork trying to get dinner done. I pushed the sambal aside to one corner of the plate and poured more dark soy sauce on the plate. The trick work. But of course, the water seems to run out faster than the fish itself.

there was a time where, we had sambal chicken for dinner. it was so hot that i went to the tap, washed the chicken wif running water and put it on my plate. lol. added some chilli here and there for taste. but thats it. i was so frustrated wif chilli, that i went online while at work to find a better recipe for dinner.

and so i went for a recipe hunt. stumbled upon this webbie that showed me how to cook sweet and sour fish. and so i did. went back to my quarters and started to cook

ingredients for sweet and sour fish?

1. Chilli sauce
2. Tomato sauce
3. Fish cakes
4. Diced onions

Directions: Put in onions and sate them till aroma rises. Then add chilli sauce in hot pan, put in tomato sauce next. Stir. put in fish cakes. Voila! Sweet and sour fish!

Thats it. Lol. The guys were surprised that i cooked for that night. i was so damn irritated wif sambal that we have to start having better menus. i even tried cooking cabbage wif sate gravy. eh damn nicelah! gotta be creative in your cooking and hope that it'll turn out good. But not all cooking experience ended wif a good note.

Cooking Chaos: My friend wanted to cook egg. He poured oil and put it on the frying wok. He forgot about his frying pan and went to play game. 10 mins later, my whole quarters was in smoke. The frying pan was on fire. Smoke was everywhere and the guys had to evacuate my quaters... WHat luck. that was the only time, i swear, i got the chance to use my gas mask when it was supposed to only be used during times of gas warfare. well, this time round, its more smoke warfare. so funny, the guys were coughing outside, and trying to catch their breathe. it was more like a simulation of the gas chamber, a gas exercise where all the troopers had to undergo. try and imagine your room full of smoke. you cant see nuts. that was the real deal at that time. i couldnt see nuts. lol... miss those times.

oh well, these are sweet memories that i juz cant let go. once in a while, when the mood is right, i would share these happy moments of mine. tomoro, if i'm free, i'll talk about the Chinatown incident. Damn funny. I'd have to show you to make it even funnier.

Anyways, drop down carnival at chijmes if you're free tomoro, tuesday at 9pm.

ja
tired from recording

Carnival Gig

7 Till Dawn will be playing at Carnival, this Tuesday at 9pm. We're gonna chill out wif fellow friends and dedicate this gig for you guys who have been supporting the SMU music scene. One of da the few songs to be played will be like Daughters by John Meyer, Radiohead songs, Lifehouse and even Incubus. :D. come down if you guys are free ya? Eventhough its during break. OH! Not forgetting we have a guest guitarist from Soul' In Session, Miguel. I call him the John Meyer of SMU cause he can really play the acoustic really well.

This post is for Nadia because she said i'm not telling people about this gig enough. So yeah. One whole entry on this. Juz pulling your leglah babe. Take care guys. Anything juz put your comments herelah. Maybe you guys wanna hear some songs perhaps. Dedications. I dunno. Whateva rocks your world.

ja
love cats

Very Hairpy

Everybody's busy even durin the hols. Some took the opportunity to pamper themselves before slogging when monday arrives. how i envy them. i've already started mine. one of them was doing a research on breast enlargement at the school online library. lol. she wanted to find out why girls go for these programs.

one is doing something on ethics. "should i enjoy my well-deserved break and hold it to the very last minute and tell my group mates that i forgot about the assignment or juz crap my way and hope that they won't find out about that i've been crappin and not doing my research" Ethics... constantly battling life's problems.

another is thinking of ways to make people notice his new pairs of 100 dollars Burkees. i hope thats how you spell it. haha. cute fella. dont blame him. i would do da same thing too. perhaps, i'll just be more direct and juz wriggle my feet everywhere i go. hehe...

i was thinkin of the next hairstyle i should have. i only have 2 photos for reference at the current moment. Not thinking of braiding because it's still not long enough. but yea. what's next...

ok. i've been thinking. what are my favourite songs? i mean, i'm a music freethinker. i coined that myself but there ought to be some songs that i like right? here's a list. a SHORT list

1. One last cry (brian mcknight)
2. Return of the tres (delinquent habits) damn shiok. trust me. Chicano RnB.

pitiful huh? two songs only. but yeah. maybe that's it for the current moment. if i can remember some more, i'll list it down.

ja
one last cry

Evil Nemesis

What can I say. Yuhong told me that he wanted to see more of my photos on my blog. Well dude, you got your wish! lol. Was trying out Lyn's Rastafari cap and her wristband for the Indochine comp. Respect to her. Thanks babe! Props to ya. Well anyways, sometimes, some attire juz doesn't suit you no matter how many different positions you tried so that it'll AT LEAST look decent enough on ya. This rastafari hat didn't fit me at all.
Lyn and Jara look good in it I should say. It juz became part of them naturally. Me, it was more like pasting feathers on sheep. Get the picture? hehehe...

Today, i was utterly disgusted by the erection of the ERP and the new charges imposed on motorists. I mean like, WTH. Can't you guys give us a break. Pay this, pay that. Bad enough i have to cross 2 ERP gantries. This time round, i have to try and avoid 4. Yes 4 gantries. Lol. These gantries are like my evil nemesis. I always try and wake up early so that i can beat em. Sometimes i do. Sometimes i juz can't be bothered.

Anyways, Chinook have been making friends on the road. Some vespa uncles smile looking at her, some drivers, stare and i would juz give em an acknowledging grin. It's great. Isn't it? Smiling at each other on the road. I mean, what difference is there smiling at people while driving or smiling at them anywhere else. It's just life. Enjoy. Make someone's day. You might never know. One day, out of the blue, someone will make your day. Till then, i have a post modern theatre production to settle, along with some songs that i need to memorize for Chijmes performance.

ja
making more songs : inspired

LU GILALAH PEK!!!

Sometimes I feel sooo blessed for having a colourful life. For instance, yesterday, i was on my way home from Bugis, i saw this ah pek pushing his JB plate motorbike on the road shoulder. I decided to pull over and ask what's wrong. I thought it ran out of gas but apparently, the electric starter died on him.

Ja: Alor Bang, apasal sama lu nya motor? Takda minyak ah?
Translation: Alor Brudder, what's wrong wif your bike? No fuel ah?

Ah Pek: Takla, gua nya motor takleh start. Bukan takda minyak.
Translation: Nolah, my motor can't start. Not because there's no fuel.

Ja: Mana mau pergi
Translation: Where you wanna go?

AP: Johor.

Ja: Abeh, lu mahu tolak lu nya motor sampai johor ah?
Translation: Then, you want to push your bike until johor ah?

AP: ah ah.

Ja: LU GILA LAH PEK! Gua tolak lu nya motor sampai upper thomson, lepas tu gua tumpang lu sampai johor.
Translation: You're crazylah pek! I'll push your bike till upper thomson, then i'll give you a lift till johor.

AP: Tak boleh tak boleh. Gua mahu tolak jugak sampai johor.
Translation: Cannot cannot. I still want to push till johor.

Pause, lemme describe how far this upper thomson is from johor. It's like from SMU till Ang Mo Kio. LU GILALAH PEK!!!

Unpause

Ja: LU GILALAH!! Takpalah, gua tolak lu nya motor sampai Johor.
Translation: You're crazylah, nevermind, i'll push your bike till Johor.

AP: Thank you thank you.

And so i did. i told him to open his right pillion foot rest and i pushed his bike, with my left foot while trying to balance my bike. Amazingly, it worked. Somebody did this on me before. So if that guy can do it, I also can do it.

As we moved along upper thomson passed by Mandai, passed by Woodlands, our blinking right signal kept us at bay from other motorist, who were oblivious to what was actually going on. We even managed to change lanes on the highway. Can you believe that?! Amazing... LU GILALAH PEK!

he asked whether i was singaporean while i was pushing. i said "yes". and he gave me the thumbs up. So i hope i did Singapore proud wif this. LOL. This is for you SINGAPORE! I'm helping to strengthen our political ties and to show the malaysians that not all Singaporeans are damn fucked up on the road and senseless and heartless.

This entry is dedicated for you lah Ah Pek. Even though i dunno your name, i'll remember you lah for you're the one that made me go, "LU GILALAH PEK!" in the middle of the highway.

Goodnight guys. For those who came down to Indochine, thanks. For those who might wanna come down to Carnival at Chijmes, its on Tuesday evening. Shall inform you guys further soon. Till then, enjoy life.

ja
feeling happy!!!

Kutetap Menanti (I'll Still Be Waiting)

Teriak telinga
Ketika kutidak bisa mendengar dirimu
Bukakan mataku
Ketika kutidak bisa melihat dirimu

Baru kusadari cinta kita ini
Sudah berdiri di hujung gunung merapi
Tolong pegang erat tanganku
Jangan lepaskan

Kumohon
Kumohon...

Gerakkan kakiku
Bawaku kemana saja dirimu mahu
Usaplah rambutku
Tenangkanlah hatiku yang gundah selalu

Baru kusadari bukannya pelangi
Rupanya hujan di terik siangkku nanti
Tolong pegang erat hatiku
Jangan lepaskan
Kumohon....

Chorus:
Kutetap setia
Kutunggu sahaja
Apa yang datang menimpa
Ada maksud sebaliknya

Kutetap menanti
Munculnya satu pelangi
Yang munkin kau beri
Di suatu hari
Kutetap menanti

Kerana kutahu kubukannya
Mutiara yang kau sangka
Dahulukala
Tetapi kubisa mencoba
Menjadi manusia sederhana

Chorus:

Lyrics: Ja
Composed: Ja
Song: Royale

ja
-in tears-

Bittersweet Everything

Mute

You cant speak
But you sing like the sirens of Edolphia
You cant hear
But you listen to the unloved souls
The beauty of being unspoken tears me apart
It is pointless to shout but nothing comes out
I'd rather be mute
I'd rather be you
Feeling peace at will
Being free in a world that we share
Silence
Everything out there
Why create a facade
A canvas drawn upon others
Penned by emotions of others
While it is only right for us to be
Just white
Untouched and undisturbed
Where the only words that we hear
Are those words from our heart
And the liberation that we set upon ourselves
Is just simple silence that nobody has
For being mute
Is what
You are
And what
I want to be as well

ja

Happy Miel

First, thanks for ALL who came to support Royale at DXO last sunday. Hope you guys enjoyed yourselves as much as I did. But what can I say, the clowns from the last band won with their outfits. hehehe... oh well, competition. What can i say. Hopefully we won the heart of the crowd. Karena and Dengarkan seemed to be songs that surprisingly people enjoyed. So yeah. Hopefully with the people that we met, we might get a recording done soon.

NEXT!

Happy Miel!! I'm a happy miel! All bundled in one. As what Prof Devendra from Marketing of Innovation was saying, bundling in the new KBE is very important. So here i am. Anybody want me? Inside this Happy Miel, you will find

1. Good food cause i can cook rice and sweet and sour fish (does that count?)
2. Entertainment, i can hum baa baa black sheep in different ways.
3. You'll find a surprising toy with every purchase. lol.
4. And the packaging is just too good to be true. Colourful!

HURRY HURRY! WHILE STOCK LAST!

haha. anyways, i'm juz happy wif my monday. it's been a while. had a pleasant surprise. i long for more.

ja

7 Children

I was going home from school at 9am in da morning. Feelin a lil shitty as i walked towards Plaza Sing. All of a sudden, this singh points his finger at me and said

singh: you think too much. you have many problems. dont think too much my friend.

in my heart. wtf?!

singh: you honest man. i see from your right eye, you dont come from rich family. but from an honest family.

singh: many girls like you.

ja: ah. tell me about this.

looooool.....

anyways, he gave me a piece of paper with things that he scribbled on, crumpled it and gave it to me. i clasp it and juz listened to what he was predicting.

singh: you will me a holy man. a haji, 2 weeks time.
singh: tell me your favourite colour and your age

ja: yellow, 23.

singh: open da paper

and there it wrote, yellow and 23. interesting....
he showed me a few more rounds of this interesting things before tellin me how many kids i'll have, when i'll die and which year i was gonna be lucky.

not that i dont believe him. but he aint god. so yeah. that sums it up. but he gave me a good parting words that was SO true. dont forget god. for that, i thank him.

oh! he told me i was gonna have 7 kids. how kewl is that?!

ja

Cow on the Mooooove

It has been a very tired yet interesting week for me. I've been waiting to blog since da last one. Things that happened,

1. While at work, drivin my lorry around singapore, I thought my Saturday was going to be a boring one. That was da sentiment up till the point where along BKE, i saw this big fat ass grazing at the back of a pick up truck. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief man. Even my friend was shocked. There it was. Grazing. A cow. Yes. You heard me right. A big fat ass cow. WTH. Lol. Milk on the go. Juz squeeze it. Fresh. SHIOOOK. Respect to the cow man.

2. I called event, Wayang Kulit. A couple was caught making out. Yes. You heard me right. Tsk tsk. SMU students. Damn promiscous. But love it! Man... People were crowding outside Pick and Bites, looking upwards at the second level gsr of accountancy. 6pm. Let me repeat. 6pm! Get a hotel lah guys. Your dignity and face deserves better treatment. Do you think by putting the blinds down, people are not able to see you? Ever heard the concept of wayang kulit? You guys were the puppets apparently.

The ang mohs, the smokers, the curious passer-bys and the security guard were among those who were lucky enough to watch the show. Soft porn at its best. Most were anticipating the guy to pull his pants down. "STRIP! STRIP! STRIP!" was the chant that seemed to work. And indeed, he pulled his pants down. Yay!!! The scene was getting hotter and i shall not elaborate on this. Let your mind do the work guys...

The best part was that, apparently, the guy felt as if people were watching and so he decided to peek behind the blinds. The audience decided to WAVE at him. LOOOOOOL! Would love to see the reaction on his face. TSk tsk. Been talkin to the security guard and more actions were actually going on around campus. Would love to video tape this man. hahaha...

3. I was walking home from school at 9am towards Plaza Sing. My brain was still booting up after staying overnight in school when all of a sudden, this singh smiled at me and said,

"You have many problems. You think too much."

HUH?

"You come from not rich family. but from honest and hardworking family"

i was like mind-fucked early in the morning man... aint good. Brain drain. Havent recharge, then kena drain some more. Aiyoyoyo.

He is a mind reader apparently or a fortune teller. He told me when i was going to die, how many kids I will be having, how many girls liking me, OOOH. thats interesting. loool.

the interesting part was not all of da above but the mere fact that he could read my mind and write it on a piece of paper even before i tell him about anything.

1. He knew my favourite colour
2. He knew my date of birth and age

Weird. But neh. Dont believe in such stuff. There can be a million reasons for it but one thing i have to thank him was that he reminded me about God.

Thanks to Yogi Singh. Respect.

ja
tired.

Focus

Life aint easy when you have like so many freakin things to juggle. To me its like juggling 5 razor sharp knives that are on fire. It aint easy. Nevertheless, good results have come my way for this week. Royale got into the finals of the Singapore Battle of The Bands 2005. Thanks for those who came and thanks for those who are coming for the finals. It's gonna be a tricky finals where choice of songs are damn important. My only hope is that the crowd would be on our side that night.

Arts Fest coming up. Hopefully you faithful supporters would get a surprise from 7TD on that night. I cant believe it myself if we can pull it off. I juz wanna have fun. 2 years have past juz like that. I dont want my last 2 years to be gone juz like that. I wanna do stuff. Meet people. Do more activities. These are the things that I've always wanted to do if i were not in a band.

1. Join Eurythmics (since year 1 ok!)
2. Join BE as a host or DJ
3. Join the Badminton, Soccer or Run Team
4. Join the Gourmet Club
5. Relax one corner and juz heck care about these activities (alter ego speaking)

Well, adding more activities to my life would be like juggling 17 parangs with poison. One slip and i'm dead. One will fall on my eyes, one will fall on my nose, one will hit my ehem and everywherelah! Bottom line guys. ENJOY! But muz juggle your other priorities properly.

ja
still blabbering as always
i wanna write song on "Torn between 2 or Torn Ligament - OMG its painful"

Hitch hike

How many of us have ever enjoyed da experience of hitchhikin in Singapore? Don't know how you view it but I feel blessed to have experienced two hitch hiking trips.

The first one was when I was 16 and my buddies and I went for a round island cycling trip on our own. Halfway thru the trip, my buddy's rear tire was flat at LIM CHU KANG. Damn ULU LAH!. WHAT DO WE DO?????

We could:
1. take the bike apart, each take some parts while one pillion my buddy
2. abort the trip
3. hitchhiked

we stood by the road, abused by the dust thrown at us by the passing trucks and pointed our hitchhiking thumbs. None stopped. many passed by. we nearly gave up. UNTILLLLL

a lorry stopped in front of us and offered us a lift to the nearest town, Chua Chu Kang. That would have been a 3 hour trip from where we left off. THAT trip, i will treasure till the day i die.

the second hitching that i got was juz 2 days ago.

I had to work at Sentosa for the Singapore Open at 4am. Yes 4AM. and so i decided to rush down from reservist briefing to harbourfront. I wasnt surprised.

NO BUS TO SENTOSA!!!
i walked. walked. walked. The vans whizzes by. The cars sped by....

and as i walked up the slope, there came this noisy sound from afar. I turned and saw a garbage truck. i faced it and gave a despairing and pathetic look. it stopped. IT STOPPED?!!!

opend the door and saw a chinese uncle

uncle: alor! where you going?

ja: bang, i'm going to the chalet. Can?

uncle: huh? chalet? where? got ah?

ja: got got! juz in front only. can tumpang?

uncle: ok ok. can! come. i dlive you there. i going to hotel.

ja: powerlah bang!

garbage truck also canlah. i just didnt wanna walk anymore man. it was already a 1 hour walk. didnt wanna walk anymore.

and as the truck trudge along, i began to think about the last time i hitchhiked. shiook. take a chance. hitchhike. i'm not telling you to go and flag a car juz because you don't have any money to take a cab but take a chance when the situation allows you to do so.

ja
donno what he's talking about cause he's sleepy in class