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!!!