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Blog Suspended

2010-04-20T01:25:00.002+08:00

Due to unforeseen circumstances, this blog is suspended. Have to find a way to transfer files from my 2005's phone to the laptop. USB and Bluetooth just don't work anymore. No, I left (lose) my memory card adapter in Shah Alam only God knows when I will go back there. How should I remember faces if I can't take pictures on my phone, upload it and make a detailed list of people I just met and make a cute note so I know who I need to ~~hate or~~ like?

Ouch That Hurts!

2010-02-03T01:27:00.003+08:00

An elder I considered as my own grandma passed away on saturday. And yes she does look like my own grandma, maybe because they're somehow related. Al Fatihah.

I miss my girlfriend. At least I can still smell her scent because of some unwashed clothes left at this house(yes I sound like a pervert but I am lacking in the love department as a kid, remember?). Going back to my brother's house today. So no more online until further notice. I wish to see my girlfriend's hair in double side-by-side ponytails. I want to hear her 'aegyo' voice.Yes she is childish around me and I like it because they were never overboard(like doing it in front of your friends). I want my girlfriend here with me.

Suspended Until Further Notice

2010-01-20T17:20:00.002+08:00

I apologize for not giving you readers anything to read for the past months. This is due to the lack of communication means and review from the administration above. This blog is therefore suspended until further notice. Thank you for your support.

On The Road

2009-11-06T02:29:00.003+08:00

A long trip by road often bring back that one particular memory. Some hours later, after I wrote this, after I woke up from sleep, I'll be on the road heading to Kuching. Nena urged me to go, and not to go at the same time. She is probably confused, but one thing she sure of (she told me this), is that she love me dearly. Yes, I do too.

Ah the memory. I was in the two door-hatchback car with Jeffrey (read earlier post if you don't know who this guy is) and my Mum. I believe we were going to the capital (Bandar Seri Begawan) from Seria in Brunei. As a kid, it was a long ride. It sure feel like one. I slept in the back of the car after counting the lamp post and got dizzy from it.

I can feel the car braking. No, make it like FEEL. I actually fell from the back seat to the floor. It was suddenly noisy. Mum and Jeffrey was arguing. He pulled my Mum's hair and slapped her. Countless of times. I put my hand between them, trying to stop the fight, but I was thrown to the back seat with ease. I was dizzy again.

Jeffrey then got out of the car, surging to the passenger's door, where my Mum is. He opened it, grab my Mum by the arm and and pulled her out. My mum was on the ground, crying. Jeffrey got back in the car, and start driving. By the time the car moved, I cried. I was watching my Mum behind us, chasing the car. Then Jeffrey stopped again.

This time he hold me under my armpit, opened the passenger's door and threw me out. By the time the car moved again, my Mum is with me. Hugging me. I stopped my crying. But my eyes were still following the car moving. Something I need is in the car. Then I saw it got thrown outside. My favourite pillow, with the 3 octopus-like tentacles on either sides, are on the road. I got up and ran for it.

I walk up slowly towards my Mum. She is still crying. Sobbing actually. I know what she is worried of. How do we go from there. I know she doesn't have the money for cab. I can see the beach from the road. Surely it's not that far from home, in Seria.

I don't speak. I just hold her hands and start walking, my pillow on my other hand. I think I got a blister on my left feet, but I don't show it. Mum stopped, and that moment I knew what she was going to do. She carried me on her back. At least I was light enough. After some distance, "Mum, put me down."

I knew she was tired. I don't want to become a burden to her. So we walked again. No car stopping to give us a ride. I understand. We probably looked like some dangerous pair, swindler or con artist. Then I see some familiar landmark. The cemetery. Not far from the house we lived in. My energy came back. I'm holding my Mum's hand tighter, knowing we can make this.

Home. With no Jeffrey around, yes, this is home. I took a peek at my feet, and washed it. I laid down on the bed, hugging my pillow. My Mum followed soon after. It was still a hot afternoon, and we slept till the next sunrise. I was probably 5 years old.

I love my pillow

2009-11-04T00:06:00.002+08:00

Sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night and there are still no one sleeping with me. My girlfriend said she want me to be there for her when she sleep, like every night. But of course I cannot do that.Well then I remember something about waking up in the middle of the night.

I have been sleeping alone since I move in to be taken care by my aunt, who is my Dad's eldest sister. It is not a big room, and my clothes are not actually that much. The cupboard for my clothes is actually too large, so I keep my books in there too. A single bed, my empty travel bag below the bed and nothing more. And of course a standing fan. The room is facing the veranda, as many Melanau's traditional house has a veranda and my room have 3 windows facing it.

I remember this one night I woke up, it was around 2 a.m. I was hugging my favourite small pillow, it is smelly with my body odour, but I love it because my Mum made it for me. It was total silence that night. The occasional sound of frogs and crickets break the silence, like a melody. I'm not sure what made me woke up.

I was probably dreaming, but I could not remember my dream. Then I thought about the last time I slept with my Mum. It was school holiday, some months ago. There will be a time when I no longer can sleep with her like that. And each time I went back to Mukah, I am growing older.

I opened the front door, went outside to the veranda, sitting on the wooden floor, looking at the big moon. Bright, because there is no light pollution in Mukah. I was thinking about counting my days until the school holiday, when I will go back to Brunei, to meet with my parents. But then I decide not to. Better for me to have less thing to think about. I let go a heavy sigh and walk back to my room.

I miss my Mum. Or perhaps hugging her. Or someone to hug me. But I am hugging my favourite smelly pillow. Well, better than nothing. I was 8 years old.

This is my therapy

2009-10-27T11:44:00.002+08:00

It seems like my writings (lately) is giving my girlfriend a good picture of my childhood. Sorry babe, I didn't meant to make you cry reading these. But she requested to hear (read) more. I couldn't talk to her face to face about my childhood. My mouth just seem to zipped up by themselves, a protection mechanism of the body to protect feelings of me and others. But here I go again.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I sleep with my Mum. She would pull my small hand to hug her, putting her other hand on my shoulder. It was heavy, but it gave me the sense of security. I love the warmth of her body.

She is always tired. You could hear her heavy breathing, all the system in her body trying to suck more oxygen to replenish the lost energy. She always sleep earlier than I do. So her hands and mine are stuck like that. I could move my hands away of course, but I did not. I don't even move my body no matter how much discomfort it cause me. The reason?

I don't want to wake her up. And I want the feeling of her breathing on my skin to continue. I watched as her fingers or toes twitch in the middle of the night. Her body slight move when she sleeps made me calm. Put it simply, I don't want her to die while I'm watching.

I have done some thinking about that. If she is gone at that time, I will walk to my Aunt's house, my Mum's sister. It could be 10-20 km, but a slow walk would do it. Even if I went blank, someone would definitely save me. I'm just a kid, who wouldn't save a kid?

I still remember watching the clock (Mum taught me how to read the clock) and it was 2 a.m. I haven't slept yet. Her body doesn't move. Her face were facing opposite mine, so I couldn't feel her breathing. I don't want to touch her yet. I raise slowly, and put my finger in front of her nostrils. A rush of warm breath came through. I was relieved.

I must be dreaming after that. Or I just felt asleep. I woke up early, looking for Mum but she is nowhere to be found. A bottle of Milo is on the kitchen table. Surely she went to work. I'm alone in the small space I call home. I was 5 years old.

How I met my father (back)

2009-10-12T14:14:00.002+08:00

To fill in the missing gap in my previous post, I'll tell you this. The story of how I met my father after some years separated from him.

It was a picnic. In the jungle near the river. Lumut, Brunei. There was me, Mum, Jeffrey, my Aunt(who just lost her husband, read previous posts), her daughter, and some of their friends, probably drinking buddies. Well, more like a BBQ. They brought marinated chicken wings, pork(the meat which I never like, it makes me puke I believed, and so my Mum never fed me pork again) , fishes, and some fried rice or such. Beers and alcoholic drinks are aplenty.

I just watched them. I was lying down, with a gas lighter in my hand. I like how it sounds so I put it in my ear. Suddenly it feels funny. When I got up, I lost my balance. I fell and I cried. Mum blow my left ears and it all becomes better. I got hold of myself moments later. I never cried for a long time. I don't want to annoy people, especially Jeffrey. I am holding down my tears as a kid.

I walked to this girl, I think she is younger than me. I just sat there, saying nothing. I don't know how to speak to people other than my Mum and the teacher. In a flash, she held my hand, and drag me running with her. For a moment it was a rush of adrenaline. Then we realized we are lost. I called for Mum but no answer. The girl started to cry. I held her in my arms and wait. Surely those adults would not leave us here in this jungle.

It was almost night. Lumut is quite near to the ocean, so we can see the red sky. Some of those guys found us. She cried, I didn't. Then when we arrived at the BBQ base, my Mum ran at me and hold me tightly. A voice yelled not long after. "Take care of your son b****!". It was Jeffrey. He hold a 2 X 2 plywood in his hand. I don't see the swing, but I heard it hitting my Mum's hand. She was protecting me. She broke her third finger metacarpal and fractured others in that hand. Jeffrey was drunk....and violent. The other guys hold him down, but still he rages. My aunt brought my Mum and me to the roadside.

A stranger's car stopped. We went to the hospital. All the way to the hospital, my Mum cried, but all I can do is hugging her. Then I fell asleep. When I woke up, I smelled a familiar scent. Smell of concrete. And a man standing in front of me. I was still holding my aunt's hand. Then he opened his arm, an invitation for me to come with him. Like hypnotized, I walked towards him. And he hugged me, carrying me in his arm. But I don't speak a word to him. Neither did he.

Before he went to work the next morning, he asked me, in English "Stay here or with people?". What he meant was do I want to stay at home alone or be in the care of the neighbour in front of the house. I stayed alone, watching tv. There was a doodle I did on the wall. The first time I hold a pencil in my hand. I remember the home. I miss it. And I miss Dad too.

Some days later, we went to the hospital. Mum looks sad, and shy. My aunt carried me to the cafeteria, leaving my Mum and Dad alone. Adults matter. I was probably 7 years old.

Later.

I'm trying to remember

2009-10-11T21:55:00.003+08:00

As a kid, I was, frankly speaking...lonely. At least that was the way I remembered it. I have two elder brothers, the closest age gap is 5 years. And even then, I hardly recall memories with them as a child. The only memory I got with them was when I learned to take my first step. I walked some step into one of my brother's arm(yes, this memory is blurred) some feet away and fell halfway. That particular brother laughed and the other pick me up. And that's it. No more memory until I met them back some years later in Mukah.

It seems that somehow during that period, both of my brothers were sent back to my father's hometown Mukah for schooling. I don't know what happen next but the next thing I remember was I am living with my Mum. Dad was nowhere to be found. Heck, I don't even remember how he looks. I was probably 3 or 4 years old, so the memories about him were probably suppressed. Met him back some months before I was sent to Mukah for schooling. Will get to that in another post.

Mum took care of me like how a mother should. But there is always this guy with her. Not my Dad. I just knew. Let's call him Jeffrey. And he is a drunkard. You can always see his bloodshot eyes. And that also makes him a violent person. Let me tell you this one thing, I definitely remembered how he pick me up by the collar, and threw me to the wall. I didn't cry on the spot, but started sobbing when Mum came to console me. Adults life, I was trying to understand them at that time.

Mum worked as a maid for the foreigners. Her English was not bad, and she does house chores diligently. Some of these foreigners had children, some about the same age as me. So they became my friend. For a while of course. Foreigners move when their job is done. So I don't get too close with them. Mum always get a job as a maid for foreigners quickly. Perhaps recommendation from former employer. When Mum went to worked, I stayed alone at home. I was 4 or 5 years old.

I became an observer. I try not to meddle into people's business. My friends are made up. Some small, little, useless toys other kids have became my precious treasure. I talked to my toys, a lot. I don't make real friends in school. I make enemies. They hate me because I condone bullies, and the fact that I'm protecting those who were bullied, makes them hates me more. Those who were bullied, afraid to be associated with me. Those who talked to me, usually asked for helps in their exercise. I duly helped. I was the top student in my class, so no big deal(at least to my Mum). I still stayed alone at home when Mum went to work. I eat alone in the cafeteria. I was 6 or 7 years old.

When my Mum is home, and no Jeffrey around, we played cards. Yes, she taught me how to play cards. I recall this one question I asked my Mum. "The bad guy (Jeffrey) is not coming home tonight right?" And she smiled. Temporary peace, based from the fake smile she produced. At least I get to sleep in her warm hug. I usually sleep alone. It's always like that.

Later.

Erm, what old story? (Now I remember)

2009-10-07T01:22:00.002+08:00

It was after school. Year 1992. I was just released from the principal's office after I got into a fight with some Filipino kids who were bullying another Filipino kid. His name was Thomas. With a small, frail figure and buck-teeth, I can see why they like to bully him.

We all speak in English in the class, I'm the only Melanau-Iban. The other are either Filipinos, Thais, Bruneians, Europeans or Australians. Some are of mixed parentage, just like me. What happened on that day is fuzzy. All I know was some kids were screaming for me to stop and then I realised I got bloods(and hair) on my hands. Not mine. They belong to the kids who bullied Thomas. I was called into the principal's office (yes they call him principal, not the headmaster) and stayed there until the bell rang. No punishment. The principal knew I was not at fault, even though it was not my first time getting involved in a fight.

Some guy picked me up from school. My mum's boyfriend. In the car, he told me that my uncle just passed away that afternoon. I smiled. Then I asked how did he died. He told me he died in the toilet.

Why did I smiled? Simple. I don't like him. He was a bully. My aunt(my mum's sister) and my cousin were constantly abused on daily basis. And sometimes that includes me, when my mum left me in their care. I wanted to fight back, every single time, but he is not some Filipino kid. He was a soldier for the Brunei Army.

Thinking back about it, I'm glad I am the cool, level-headed person I am now. I think of consequences. I was a bully. Now I'm not. No one is strong forever. Al-Fatihah to my late uncle(he is Muslim).

Erm, what old story?

2009-10-06T03:19:00.002+08:00

I remembered this one time.....

By this time, I abandoned my writing to make myself a (not so) nice Iced Milo which is far from the taste that Nena made. It was just for a few minutes. Then 'It' happened.

I forgot. I forgot what I wanted to post here. Is it dementia? Or alzheimer? It is not that uncommon as new study indicates that some young adults and even kids already begins to suffer from alzheimer....Nah! Maybe what I wanted to post was not that important.

I'll get myself a brain diet. Fishes' eyes. Berries. Milo. Sweet lollipop. Mee goreng without bean sprout. Salted Fish Fried Rice. Grilled Triple Beef Burger. Some good pictures of girls.

Later.

Looking for old friends from St Patrick Primary School

2009-10-04T17:30:00.004+08:00

Hi. My name was Michael Clair Bin Miris. Now it is Muhammad Mikhail Clair Bin Miris. People call me Mike, still (unless you're my lover). I am looking for my friends from the same batch. The school is SRB St. Patrick. I went there for approximately 5 years (spent the first year in Brunei). That was from the year 1992 to 1997.

If you remember the first year, I was the kid who were left in the class by my parents crying( I'm the one who cried, they didn't). The last word I heard from them (but not directed to me, it was for the teacher) is " Nebei taaw telabau Melanau atau Melayu siyen itew. English un taaw." which means this kid doesn't speak Melanau or Malay language, he just speak English.

Then there was a girl named Aaqma(they call her Emma) who came to me and speak to me, in English. I was still sobbing when she hugged me. My first hug from a girl. It feels consoling, for a moment. Then I freaked out. She transferred school some years later, met her again in the same class when I was at Miri Science School and the she transferred again. Oh well, the first 3 months was absolute silence from me, except if they speak English to me. Imagine what I did in Malay Language class. Fill in the blanks question.

N _ _ g k _ and there was a picture of jackfruit there. I just cancelled all the question and wrote jackfruit. First sign of creativity shown.

Then I remember Jimmy Lanie. He was my best friend up until he transfered school in Primary 5. Do lots of things together. Shooting, cycling, chasing girls and we compete too. Last I heard of him was that he became a Mat Rempit of some sort. Guess all that cycling pays (for money, booze, drugs and sex in the later days). Nah I'm kidding! There was someone else in our clique(which includes Ken) but I couldn't remember. I always give up when it comes to girls at that time. I also remember Ken, Edwin, Simon, Azlan, Khairuddin, Ateng, Jaafar and Hafiz which later becomes my best friend after Jimmy transferred. Some guys I just barely remember your faces.

The girls I remembered Farah Hijanah (my right hand, I'm the Head Prefect), Norliza, Fiona, Laura, Watie, Melissa, Rachael, Dewi, Philomena(never got her name right), Hjh Emma, Farah Wahida, some Dayang in the class with the hot sister, Noor Fairuz and some other.

The school band. We were sponsored by Mobil. Seriously. Look at the cap.

Now, I'm just hoping for the miracle of the Internet and networking to find you guys. Not that I miss you guys like crazy, but these are the crowds that shaped me the way I am now. So would you please, look for me in facebook by using my current name. I just don't want to lose contact. My years in Mukah is somehow 60% about you guys. Yes that much. (0.2 % is about my parents, haha!)

If I left your names out, it doesn't mean that I forgot about you(it's a lie, I do forget). Thank you. My writing sucks. Don't mention it.

Later

2009-10-03T06:14:00.001+08:00

As you noticed(or not), I just changed the templates for my blog. Will get to the details later, when I wakes up and in the mood for it...Oh what the heck! Like anyone cares.

It all works out

2009-09-07T05:25:00.003+08:00

I am astounded to see my own blog. No spiderwebs, no small dead creatures, heck! Not even a speck of dust! But it is the virtual world after all. And I have to thank this world. So here it goes my dear.

I'm pretty sure what I got for you was just an infatuation. It will go eventually, this is temporary, you always had this feeling and such are just some of the reassurance I gave to myself since I laid my eyes on you. How wrong I was...well I am naive to some extent. Like I always said, people think I'm a genius but in these sort of things I'm pathetic.

Little things remind me of you. I ate some yogurt and it reminds me of you. The smell of milo reminds me of you. Commercials on tv makes me think of you. Even every time I brush my teeth I see you (in my imagination of course).

This has been going on for too long. I am not used to this. I'm not even supposed to believe in this thing called 'love'. But you know what dear? I want this feeling to last forever. Nurainaa Farhanah I love you.

The End of mushymushy posting. I won't do it again. I'm shy. I'm doing it just for you. So lets continue being daring my love, you and me both. Muamua~

Manchester United; youth, talent, experience and luck.

2009-01-21T16:20:00.004+08:00

King Eric seems like imagining something. Oh, why imagine when you can do it. Yes, Manchester can do it. They can win every trophy, provided they want to. Maybe it is because of the youth that the team has. Evans, Anderson, Rafael, Nani, Gibson, Welbeck, just part of those who have shown their qualities. These young blood are those who can play all day long, with enthusiasm to match.

Talent is abundant in the squad. If this is a Winning Eleven or FIFA game, the team would have a great stats. By talent, I wasn't only referring to the youth, but also the oldies in the squad. Neville, Giggsy, Scholesy and Edwin. Lucky kids they have people who are great to teach them.

Experience. Sir Alex has told us over and over again he is building a team that is capable to dominate for a long time, be it domestic or Europe or world. So I guess all the experience he has gather is combined to make a team that is worthy of a mention in the hall of fame.

Today, Albert Riera, the Scouser, told that Man Utd are luckier than Liverpool. Reason? We scores late goals. Wait a second....I thought it was Liverpool that are luckier? You scored in the final ten minutes and scrape a win for most of the matches in the first half of the season. And that includes the win against us. Probably the worst match I have ever seen. Please let that be the last. And excuse me Senor Riera, we, Man Utd, actually play that way(hold on, wait, score and give no chance for them to claw back).

I guess this season will be a great season. If it is football, I am a Mancunian. The End.

W, my first love.

2009-01-21T16:12:00.002+08:00

I love writing. My first real love. It was not video games, or television, or porn, or Manchester United. It was writing. So I'm sorry that I abandon you. Sorry to think you could be left out of my life and I would not even have the slightest thought of you. When I was little, reading books meant for adults, I got the vision, or rather a dream, that this is what I'll do for life. People look at me like I'm some kind of freak, reading Malay and English classic literature. It would seem alright if I look like in my 20's, but I was barely 8. So now, I'll write, regardless of what people thought of my writing. Hello again my love.

Warm Liking Song lyric

2009-01-11T22:39:00.005+08:00

They sounds like Arctic Monkeys, but they sure not. They are a local band, from Alor Star, Kedah. I like them. The Bourjuis. I found them on Nokia Independent Artists Club on Friendster. Then I search for their Myspace page as usual http://www.myspace.com/bourjuisband. Great! I had a Myspace page before but since there are too much attention, most unwanted, I probably deleted it, or was it only abandoned? I can't really remember. By the way, the song title is Warm Liking Song, the first song on my playlist(well, not anymore. But still in the playlist nonetheless), and here are the lyrics. Which I could not sing with. Could you?

Warm-Liking Song

It's hard to fall in love, I mean it's easy to love somebody but the cover,
when this occur, it's pretty damn hard it's happen together and hardly to
get in side her heart, to get her perfect loyalty as she really wants me
this maybe could be, as if we're kissing we'll know what type person are

But I believe that the first love sight so totally amazing
It's only God's work, we can accept it or we can just let it go
and I believe when she said just me in her heart, but one day
I found there's another man with her

It goes for several times I got to rewind scene,
on how when I met her last year
I feel something on my shoulder and it's really heavy to carry on
and I keep wondering out how I want to beat him, cuz I want
her back to me
Yeah, I want to beat him but there my best mates they told me

Now go up, look up to the sky, there are bugs fly,
there are more butterfly in this whole world
Just love it when you're in the blues

Well this is love

No, you need help.

Oh big city funny laa

2009-01-08T03:52:00.002+08:00

Cooler Master(a brand of cooling devices for computer) have 'supper silence'. No chat huh?

I don't believe in coincidence. Just like I don't believe in true love, or the existance of healthy relationship amongst human or everyone is born with the same capabilities. No, still don't believe it. Like i don't believe that a big city such as kuching still does mistakes in their language or how big companies still don't know how to spell 'super'.

Or how they messed up their language just to tell people not to steal. Which is as realistic as it gets. You really 'won'. Police call your parents come visit you....what if the shoplifter is 50 or 60 years old? Stupid. Want to know what happens if there are too many shoplifter in one time?

Instead of a 'free ride' in police car, you get free ride in police truck. Like this kids. Bad kids. Don't follow them. They are bad influence. Like me in school. Daa~

Mike's Kuching road trip(or is it?)

2009-01-08T03:35:00.003+08:00

The journey from Miri to Kuching took 10 - 13 hours, depending on the courage and navigation skills of your driver.

Went to Kuching last Sunday. Missed most of Manchester United match against Southampton. Don't even know why I went to Kuching. Yes I never been really to Kuching except for Damai(for the Young Entrepreneur Convention). Hmmm...maybe I could check out the statement that Kuching's girls are hotter than any other girls in Sarawak. Yes..I think I'll do that.

The journey also depends to how hungry you are, where you are having your lunch and again, your navigational skill.

Remember how I wrote about the navigation skill? This is why. Stuck(got lost, in other word) in Sarikei...or was it Sri Aman?

But we found this good Digital Copy services that provides laminate, fax and ......you figure out what. We asked for direction.Well, at least the journey was on a Kelisa, not a moped like this. For information, I went with Hafiz and Sivaji. Slept for 30 minutes. Daa~

I hate that place...Qi sucker!

2009-01-03T21:36:00.005+08:00

I never thought I would have my energy or qi sucked out from visiting a place. Just a tiny thought of it makes my head spin and my knees numb. The place? No, its not a fish market, nor it is a non-halal restaurant. It was E-Mart. Hafiz made me go to that place. And he also persuaded his mom(well, more like forced. the exact word is " at least sekali jak mak".)

You see, even my usual chrystal clear picture is blurred from lacked of energy.

The moment you stepped in the complex(or from here I would refer to it as Energy Sucking Pit - ESP), you would start to hear the 'feng tau' songs. The chatter of people who amazingly have the energy to even chat. Families with children who does not care the effect of the place to their child's growths. And LOTS of people PRETENDING like nothing is going on! For God sake, I was having a panic attack, increased heart beat, nausea and weak knees!(and so does Hafiz's mom).

Ahh, this is the real E-Mart. Couldn't took pictures outside of this mart because of the energy sucking effect.

Ok, maybe I was being mean in the description. The ESP is more like the Klang or Selayang morning market mixed with Sungei Wang pre-year 2000. Yes...hard to imagine. And its not even a real building. Just a big roof placing everything under it, like a mom taking care of children from various dad. I hate the place. No equivalent to it. Not cemetery(which I love), not shopping complex(which only gives me panic attack for the first 2 minutes), not government offices(oooh~do they have to look like their job is the worst job in the world?) or even the hospital(hey, I practically lived there, know my ways around a hospital since I can walk).

But at least nothing was bought there. But then we went to Kenyalang/Ng Sian Hap/Pasu, and bought something for our long drive to Kuching tomorrow. I played with the trolley, as usual. No, the cat food is not for us. I don't eat cat food, even if I'm super hungry, or when I'm imagining I'm a cat. I would eat fish. Thank you, and I hate E-Mart.

Shopping, the Hate and Love relationship

2009-01-01T22:53:00.003+08:00

The brand is Mi Rou. The other is Issey. And Miss Top. Nice name(no, honestly).

Shopping. Hate it. I mean when it is me doing the shopping. You see, I have a small body frame. And for a male in a fashion world where the male model are broad chested and have weight more than 60 kgs( I'll stop here before I sound more gay), I just lose out to have my pick. So there you go ladies, lucky you to have something that actually fits you.

What does this meant? Guys don't have this fashion thing.

As for me, its either Topman, Giordano, Mooks, Polo, Burberry, Seed, Nike, Local Indie Design, Super-Shrinked-Bundled-Shirt or the Tourist- Souvenir - TShirt. All either sized at S, XS, XXS, or kids size 14 or XL. Makes me jealous everytime its shopping time with the ladies. Not to mention the varieties of fashion, geez, now I know why God gave you ladies those 9 months of pregnancy. Its to compensate all the fun you had/will have during shopping. Hurmmm....guess

I just have to continue wearing my old shirt until I got a chance to shop at thsoe boutique again. Anyway, I love accompanying ladies to go shopping. Where else you can say "you look fat in that" and steal some glance to the cute girl trying on the sweater?(no, haven't happened to me).

My Topman hoodies. Size XS. I asked for S but didn't fit right. The salesman 'smiled'. Fuck him.

So please ladies, you can bring me shop with you. I'll give you my honest opinion and maybe I'm not around much(probably sitting somewhere or took a nap in the fitting room), but I will be at utmost help( and jealous with the cheap prices of stylish womens clothes).

Sick & High

2008-12-30T21:01:00.004+08:00

It has been years(Ok, maybe sooner) since I last popped pills as much as I did recently. For matters that I think important for me, I always reluctantly pop pills, no matter how sick I am. But exception comes without warning. What you see above is Pana*****, a pill that contains both paracetamol and codeine. Good for headache that comes with fever. The downside is, if it comes into contact with a former junkie like me, it can become a hallucination tool. Oh no, I smell trouble already. So there it goes, a week later, popping 15-20 pills a day, I'm still sick, seeing and thinking of things I shouldn't, emotional but couldn't let go of the emotion, smoking intensively, sick( oh, said that) and started to remember why I hate pills. Please, couldn't the headache and fever just go away peacefully? I hate pills.

You such at photoshop(yes, that is the right title)

2008-12-29T04:51:00.002+08:00

After watching you such at photoshop (pronounced 'you suck at photoshop' in the video) on youtube, I said to myself that I must try some of that tricks. For this picture, I lasso-ed my body, my eyes, did some color replacement and played with some brush. And the video is just the best tutorial video(s) ever. Donnie, the guy teaching you all the tricks, is such a heart warming, charming and pure genius (ok, so it depends on how you judge people. I judge through their capabilities of dealing with themselves. Just sometimes of course.) So it seems like I still suck at photoshop. Ahh!! Maybe I will become as good as Donnie( and as depressed as him, or have I already?). Hahaha!

I have a problem

2008-12-26T13:17:00.004+08:00

What you see is a clenched hand. And I was sleeping during this time. Often associated with some motor neuron disorder, supernaturally, it is associated with some psychic ability. It is hard to determine the cause. Stress, trauma, bad dreams or chemical imbalance has often been said as the suspect of this SHIT. But it hurts. Really really hurts. I sometimes makes my own hand bleeds. Not a pretty sight when you wake up in the morning I would say. Which is why I always keep my finger nails short, and sleep with a small cushion to hold on into. Some sleep doctor recommends drinking milk and vitamins to relax the nerves before sleeping. Nerves my ass! I had this since I was little. Maybe thats why I can figure things out quickly. Maybe this clenched hand is the price my body have to pay for elevated sense. Man, I hate it when I knew it wasn't good. But life keeps on turning right?

The magical chicken rice

2008-12-18T13:45:00.002+08:00

Went to UCC or U-SSOF Cafe & Catering,located behind(or is it in front?) Sarawak Plantation building last night. A breeding ground for mosquitoes as it is near the Lutong(or whatever you call the river is) river. There were 7 of us. Then there were 9. But that is not the magic.

That is the picture of the chicken rice Hafiz had. If you noticed, something was off with the spoon. Maybe they bought it bundled at Kedai 20 Sen or pasar malam. But this is a restaurant which provides catering services. From what I've learnt in diploma and degree classes, you don't use a 3 cents spoon for a catering service. Thats humiliating for the caterer and the person who had the catering. Well....maybe it was magic after all.

Behind is people playing RC cars. Devilishly fast!(the car,the people are slow)

After disappearing for a day, Hafiz went to show us what he have learnt during that period. As you can see, the spoon is all right . It even went to cut a piece from a lamb chop! But the spoon faith is as good as foreseen like you know that Manchester United will eventually win the quadruple this season.

Oh, it bends!!!!! And Hafiz hadn't taken a shower for close to 2 days! But whats done is done. The spoon bent, new spoon took over, chicken rice done with.

KL is funny

2008-12-17T19:03:00.006+08:00

The second saturday at S.Alam, I went to PWTC. There was a job convention going on. And no, I did not look for job there. When my friends came with their resume, I came with my PSP. So you should know what happen next. Yes..the sleeping, playing and helping people to find their way in PWTC. What? Don't believe me? I'll tell you. There was this auntie, suddenly approaching me of all people;

Auntie: "Eh,sini tempat apa ah?"

Mika : "Sini PWTC"

Auntie: "Ohh, jadi apa ramai-ramai ini?"

Mika : "Diorang cari kerja"(by now I was hoping she is a talent scout for a multinational company)

Auntie: "Part time punya kerja ada ka? Sapu ka apa?"

Mika : "Err, ada, you tanya hotel punya tempat sana"(by this time I know she is not a talent scout, but I still showed her which way to the hospitality booth)

Auntie:"Oh,sana ah? Ok Ok, thank you"( And she left me wondering why she asked me of all people, with better dress and name tag)

Well, at least I was hospitable. Maybe subconsiously I was trying to pay back all the cursing I've had when Arbee(the driver) lost his way to the parking and PWTC( for goodness sake, he is from Cheras!). But I found this!

Kedai Gunting Rambut Cinta Suci(Pure Love Hair Salon)

And on our way back(this time I went with Nik, Arbee went straight back to his house in Cheras), I played with my phone. And I got this, captured in the car moving at the speed of 80km/h and the day has just started to rain.

KTM(the coolest train station ever, in Malaysia at least)

I thought that would be the last time I went to KL. But I was wrong. It all started when I said in the afternoon that I need to go to the cyber cafe to check my friendster and facebook account. Before doing that, I went to Pak Teh Minimarket to buy Nescafe Mocca and sit below my old block, reminiscing old times(which I always do before, looking for UiTM girls buying stuffs). Suddenly, Riszki, knowing me for 5 years, came with his scooter and told me "hey mike, jom pegi cc"

What happen next is pure and typical spontaneous Mike,except its not me, its Ris(maybe he want to take revenge on all my spontaneous crap(s) before). We went to Sec. 2, spend an hour in the CC there, then I thought he would head us back home. But, we went to Plaza Alam Sentral. To look for jersey. So I duly obliged. I went to try the Manchester United boys jersey, L size.

Nope, doesn't seems right, said Ris. Guess what he said after that. " Jom pegi Sungei Wang." It was already 4 pm, and we haven't had lunch. But I cannot resist. It was my last day in Tanah Melayu. So we went, with public transport( no, we are not crazy or rempit enough to go to KL with a scooter). Arrived at Sungei Wang, stumbled upon Izan, Khyrun's nice(& hot) sister, but still no sign of Al- Ikhsan. Shit! So we went to Pavilion. I bought a black TopMan hoody, XS size. We had KFC as our lunch(which was 5 hours late). Then we head back to Sungei Wang, after Ris does not satisfied with our previous Al-Ikhsan search. Riszki looking far, like it was him who wanted to buy a jersey.

So, eventually, we found it. So close to the entrance where we had entered Sungei Wang the previous time. And we asked.

Riszki: "Kak, jersey MU ade boys XL tak?"

Kak : " Takde la dik. Tinggal L je ade."

Riszki: " Arsenal?"

Kak : " Ade."

There we go again. A Gunner get what he wants. I don't. Shit! So the salesgirl said "Dik, Liverpool ade." HAHAHA! Are you kidding me? I hate Liverpool! Oh, hi Sara, but I love you. So we went back and lots more happen. but someother time when I have the mood. Just remembering it makes me sad. I want that Manchester United home jersey for boys XL size!

Ternyata

2008-12-16T20:39:00.002+08:00

Iya, saya suka lagu ini. Oleh Estrella. Nama lagu Ternyata. Macam cerita saya.

A sad day

2008-12-16T17:48:00.003+08:00

This is Miri Airport

It was one of the saddest day in my life. The last day before I have to go back to Miri from S.Alam. Frankly, I don't know why I did that( buy return ticket). Never did that before. Seriously. My modus operandi was go to the airport, ask for the late flight, buy the ticket, pay hundreds, flirt with the ticket girl(ok, no I did not did that...errr...maybe a few times), sit or watch people in the airport until my flight is due.Plus, whats the point of having a PSP if not showing it off. "Hey, I travel alone and who needs friends to accompany you at the airport if you have PSP?" Yerp, I go back whenever I wanted to before, spontaneous..yes, bright..no. Shit! I knew I should not bought the return ticket so I can spend more time with her. Sigh...miss her bad.

Noodle oh noodle

2008-12-16T17:35:00.002+08:00

Saad Char Kuay Tiow, The best at the Food Court of Sec.7

Went to Shah Alam for convocation(or was it to see a girl?) and realize that I have to re-live the experience I had when I was here(S.Alam) before. So I went to eat Saad Char Kuay Tiow( or as we call it, Char Kuay Tiow Cheret because after the first time we ate it,all of us had to occupy the toilet for quite some time. I did ok...I think). I had this after walking through the rain, and later ended up sick. Worth it? Try it then you judge.

Oh! Mamee Monster is one big LIAR! As you see in the picture, there is ten of snack but only 5 of its powder(bumbu,perasa..call it whatever you want). dah la keras! oops,sorry, that is an indication that I'm overreacting.

Sports...hurmm

2008-11-14T01:04:00.002+08:00

They played like hell!

Yesterday I played squash...for the first time. After some explanation from Hafiz, and encouragement from Hafiz's mom's friend, I played. When I thought how hard could it be, well, I couldn't think really. I just want to hit the black little ball as hard as I can. Then, IT came back. The ball came back at me. Maybe I am stupid after all. I don't really do sports. Back at school I am one of those faces you won't see at the field or track or court or whatever they call places for sports is.

and they chat like its a coffee shop while I am catching my breath

Oh no! I lied. I did sports during school. I managed a small 5-a-side football team(of course it is small) where I played as the...every position. And I did disc throwing, long jump, shot put, spear throwing(ok, not really the name, just that I like this one better. Makes me sound like a hunter), and a 200 metre runner( in which I am the fastest for the first 30 metres then ran straight to hostel. The teacher never let me run again, literally). Ok, whatever. I know I played squash and I can tell that to people now. I played for 10 minutes anyway. They played for like....a long time and after that continued their chats like they're just back from work(which they did). This was at Kelab Rekreasi Petrolium or Kelab Shell Lutong, however you call it. I respect you Datuk Nicol David!

A kiss is not a contract

2008-11-10T01:21:00.002+08:00

No, I still haven't kissed any girl. Does not mean I don't want to, just did not had the chance. Anyway, I watched some episodes of Flight of the Conchord on HBO. This is one song that is cool, IMO. The video I meant.

Hot rods, 30 second

2008-11-03T10:11:00.004+08:00

It looks like...something I would eat.

Ooh...hot rods. Look delicious, crunchy too. But does KFC really know how to make food on a stick? Do they have the same capability of pasar malam sellers and Miri Esplanade Rods sellers? My guess is after all these years KFC are frying their chicken, and make a fry 'sate', what could go wrong?

Er...She asked for Hot Rods, not Flat Rods.

Ok, so I would be lying if I said I bought it, because I didn't (I have a quota of 10 times limit for every fast food restaurant in a year, I have 3 left for KFC). My cousins did. They hate it. Good job KFC.

Well, to other thing. F1. I hate it last night. Massa won the Brazil GP, Hamilton finish sixth, but Hamilton still won the driver championship. Ehhh? What???!! Hamilton finished fifth?? Timo Glock slowed down in the final 30 seconds? So Massa did not win the championship?? Geez, drama is still not enough heh?

Malaysia: Cigarette Minimum Price

2008-10-30T16:02:00.003+08:00

Wow! Maybe (Just maybe) I will stop smoking, again...

KUALA LUMPUR, Oct 29, 2008 (AFP) - Malaysia will fix a minimum price of 6.00 ringgit (1.70 dollars) for a pack of 20 cigarettes to discourage smoking, a senior health ministry official said Wednesday.
"The price has already been set and we are just waiting for it to be gazetted by the end of this year," the health minister's press secretary Lim Chau Leng told AFP.
"This minimum price will help discourage youngsters from buying cigarattes," he said.
Malaysia imposes high taxes on cigarettes to discourage demand and a packet costs about 9.00 ringgit but cheaper brands are available for 4.50 ringgit.
Lim said the minimum price will be implemented at the end of the year after the new ruling under the Control of Tobacco Products (Sale of Tobacco Products) Regulations 2008 was implemented.
From January next year, packets of cigarettes sold in Malaysia will have to display picture warnings to discourage smoking, health minister Liow Tiong Lai said, according to state Bernama news agency.
The use of terms that could create misunderstandings on tar content such as "low tar","light", "ultra-light" and "mild" will also be banned, he said.

What a drag! But kids, don't start smoking until you are 19 so you could stop easier than the rest of us nicotine addict.

http://http://malaysia.news.yahoo.com/afp/20081029/tap-malaysia-health-economy-tobacco-0193655.html

Make your dream come true

2008-10-28T14:10:00.006+08:00

I suddenly remember something or someone yesterday, hearing to a dialect which are captivating. I was strolling between channels on Astro when I stopped at channel 122, Astro Kirana. A short movie or docudrama was on, Tudung is the title. The moment the lady in it started to speak, I knew I heard that dialect somewhere. It took a moment, but yeah I remember where. It was UiTM, when the diploma students from UiTM Dungun came to continue their bachelor's degree. I noticed a girl, I think the name is Ilyani (and cute too), speaking in a dialect that makes me...wanting to know more? Then I found out she is indeed from Terengganu. Interesting, since I never really heard someone speak in Terengganu dialect before. It took a while before I really talk to her (I'm a shy-low self esteem language lover), but she speaks to me in that dialect, like I would understand perfectly. Of course I did(understand) after a while, but it was fun, just listening to her speaking(and watching her).

Well, nothing goes on between me and her, althought I could wish for it,cheyy(still not sure if I got her name right). Its just that I love to hear different dialects(which is why sometimes I listen to the Orang Asli radio station). By the way, does anybody know what are the background music(runut bunyi) for this video? Please, enjoy.

Oh, one more thing. I love to see someone 'blanjer'. That is coin slot flashing. Or showing some 'celah bon'. So please, low cut yourself. Hi Lindsay Lohan!

Oh I have sinned

2008-10-28T01:35:00.003+08:00

I never ever thought I would do it in a time like this. It is like some dark forces has pulled me to join their side and I did not resist. Yes I was wrong, and I have sinned. I really never should support Liverpool that night. Manchester United had a draw the day before, which means any winning team from the Chelsea-Liverpool match will leave us behind in like...200 points? Oh, before continuing, here is Rooney kissing the badge. His family is all Evertonian but still he kissed the badge(its his club, what do you expect from Rooney?). So, yes I love Manchester United, as a club.

It was not the first time I did this(hell, I even wore those scousers jersey and jacket once in a while). It was said that you would get more attention from women if you are a Liverpool supporter(depending on which region you are in). But no, I don't do it for the girls(take note girls, and Sara). I believe that it will be better that Liverpool win than Chelsea as my intuition says that it (Liverpool winning run) won't last long. Chelsea squad depth is frightening, while Liverpool's look...mediocre. Hell, it remains to be seen right? Anyway, I am impressed with Hull City. Europe for Hull anyone?

Meaghan Smith, A Little Love

2008-10-26T02:46:00.002+08:00

The MV(thats music video for those who are deprived of Mtv or channel V) was directed by Roboshobo, and got my mention for the use of classic Technicolor in it. The song is my taste maybe but look at the MV, that is just brilliant. Yeah I know people go for lasers and CGI thing but if you are around the same age as me, surely you watch cartoon in this kind of color right? At some point of your life? No? Poor you, television must be a luxury in your place if that is so.

Charlotte O' Connor, the next Internet phenom?

2008-10-23T08:49:00.002+08:00

She's beautiful, sings cool tune, and the best part, she wrote them herself (and super young at 17).

Ok, so definition of beautiful is subjective, but with that voice and rhyme...fuhh! Just put some money in her to be someone in the future. In case you are wondering, the other former Internet phenom was Lily Allen and Duffy (taking example from UK, since Charlotte is from UK), so would she be one? Visit her page at http://www.myspace.com/charlottesoul .

Victoria Hart...muahh!

2008-10-21T22:53:00.002+08:00

Yes, she is indeed only 19 but young is not what I like about her (you lying grey hair! you love girls who looks like they are still in high school!). Another singer from UK, she was discovered when she performed in front of the Ocean 13 casts at Cannes. Described her music as pop/swing/jazz, she would be something to look for. Hurmm...can I touch that cheek?

Visit:
http://www.myspace.com/victoriahartmusic

Why fear finals?

2008-10-20T21:27:00.003+08:00

I never fear finals (fear of finals and fear of the finals' result is different). In fact, I feel at the utmost peace during final exam period. It is the time when you could catch up to everything you wanted to do before(watch that dvd you bought 2 months ago, have a 9 o'clock breakfast at your favourite mamak restaurant), play and sleep all you wanted, see someone you could not see before and watch people at the library.
Ok, so I raised a doubt. Why doesn't Mike fear(hate or nervous or worried,any words may apply) finals? It is just merely because I don't have to go to classes, my parents always don't know I have finals and passing mark is all I go for.

Wait...what was the last one again? Passing mark is the target(pergh!cool siot Mike! Giler cool)? Well, if you want to go to the moon, prepare your spacesuit (ukur baju di badan sendiri...well, sort of). It's all about low expectation.

P/S: Nek Cupak (Cupak is a food created when the betel leaves(daun sirih/sireh) is mixed with some 'kapur' (whats the name in English?) and of course 'buah pinang'.Thought to be derivation from 'sepak'(pronounced 'spak'), old people loved it, consumed throughout Asia. She has turned Hip-Hop (notice the sweat towel? She refused to wear a cap) and wanted to be called Neq CuPaq. Later.

Why this song(s)?

2008-10-20T16:11:00.006+08:00

Not really put a big question mark over my choice of songs. My playlist is really, songs that I care to listen to. I don't care about the genre or who sang it, not even whether the song is of recent years or from yesteryear.

But one thing I must tell, some people does have an influence in my choices. For example, just a few of them; Pada Senyummu by Radiostar is influence from Mohd Akmal, Rocket by Yuna is from Sara Nadrah(muah, genius choice!), Foolish by Ashanti is from my brother's ex-girlfriend, songs from The Strokes is from the imminent and constant torture that Concorde Hotel gave during my practical, songs from of Montreal and Hot Hot Heat is influence gave by Abdul Hafiz and the list goes on (sorry other people, maybe you really don't gave that much impact in my life, or maybe I lack salt in my brain, which leads to temporary memory loss).

If you notice, some are from film (Grease, Ratatouille, Little Nicky, Romeo and Juliet, A Lot Like Love, Once, The Bee Movie and some tv series. Yeah I watched them all. Some deserved extra loving, meaning repeatedly watched). They are soundtrack that keeps playing in my head. So I put it in the playlist, just in case my head stop playing them. Later.

P/S: In case you are pressing 'Play' on one of the tube video, please, be sure to pause the playlist so you won't listen to junk later on. The playlist is on the bottom of my blog ( I wanted to say bottom of my broken heart, hahahah!).

Geez, Alice Russell...

2008-10-17T00:26:00.002+08:00

Just listen to that...pure soul, all soul into the music. Its like listening to Joss Stone on stone (pardon the pun). Or maybe her musician is better. Or maybe I just liked her version of seven nation army. Not purely jazz, not that she mention any. She classified her music as soul/shoegaze/powerpop. For those who don't know what genre shoegaze is, just think of music that makes you look at your shoe, or anything at your feet, or your feet, or the floor. Yes, it could be the house music, or acoustic, I would even say hip-hop.

As for powerpop, that means its the deviation of the normal pop. I'm not sure why there is power in it, but 1 thing for sure, I love the power in it (check out powerpop at http://www.myspace.com/moccaofficial )So they don't say they are powerpop, but they are, believe me. And for alice russell, here's the link. http://www.myspace.com/alicerusselluk By the way, check them out.

Chocolate, where are you?

2008-10-16T12:44:00.004+08:00

You are bitter, as expected from chocolate. Melt and gone in my mouth, but the taste remained. I don't really try anything else much since, maybe you are a good 'sister' of marijuana or anything else that is addicting. Was that a little bit of sweetness I tasted? Yes, no doubt about it. I love everything about sweet thing (why fear diabetes if what cause it makes you happy) but to taste it in you...it's weird. To the point, you are bitter, but sweet nonetheless, and for that I love you and remember you. Maybe I should open the fridge and look for you.

P/S: It is normal for me talking like an idiot, but I seldom write like an idiot. At times, if I do write idiotly, it will be very idiot in the eyes of people. Oh chocolate, where are you?? So I listen and listen again to this song (Pada Senyummu). http://www.myspace.com/layartanchap

Problematic Girls and Letting Go

2008-09-03T04:13:00.003+08:00

I like Problematic Girls better than Letting Go. Like sooooooooo~ much better. Why? It seems and sounds more cheeky and clever than Letting Go.

Oh, sorry I left you wondering what am I talking about (as if anyone reads my post, the more reason I can spill it all out). I was talking about Team Waterpolo, a band from Preston, UK. Rather than spending money making Letting Go video, I really thought that they should make video of Problematic Girls first. The Square One song also sounds very good, or was it because of the lyric? Geez, this playlist is playing with my ears, heart and mind. I love peace. Visit http://www.myspace.com/teamwaterpolo for the songs and their taste of pop art ( hey, I don't get anything from this, you know?)

Last Day Of Our Love

2008-09-03T03:11:00.004+08:00

The Bird and The Bee it is. The title of the song is Last Day Of Our Love. Great song. Is it really a break up song? Because althought with all the attempted melancholic and sorrow lyrics, I still found this sounds....like a spirit lifting song.

Ok, so maybe my ears are a little tone deaf, but still, the use of violin and that super genius (ok, that does not exists, the word super genius I meant) use of piano is just brilliant. For LA bands or musicians as a matter of fact, keep it up. I love music, I love peace.

Disclaimer: This post are not in any way related to the blogger's emotion condition or psychological defect. All opinion are based on the pure and honest judgement of the blogger and by no means related to the band's opinion. Please visit http://www.myspace.com/thebirdandthebee if you are such a sucker concerning about your Internet bandwidth than downloading illegally this superb, emotion invoking song.

Not too late (to become a kid)

2008-08-25T13:07:00.004+08:00

Having odd parents relationship when you are just a kid forced you to skip certain important parts in your life. I have to admit here that I don't share the routine that any other kids had during their childhood (in the sense of having fun). The odd relationship between my mum and dad forced me (or should I say, made me commit) to not having fun and instead grow up faster. I had multiple imaginary friends as a results, learned many language much more later in my life and, you could say an expert at hiding feelings and listening to people. I am grateful for it (the way my parents raised me) though for it made me different from the rest. I learned by heart that secrets are not burden, just treasure and human can hold their drinks (alcoholic) at very early ages (say...6 years old?).

PES 2009: C. Ronaldo, now with his signature freekick!

Which is why you would find me still acting (or I rather say behaving) like a kid because I am. Haha, its fun imagining people who would think hard reading (or trying to) this post i.e " what the hell is Mike talking about?" Just want to say, don't mock me if I still play video games or why I never had a girlfriend (or a virgin in that case), I'm just catching up.

Kalang Roar the Movie

2008-08-23T17:22:00.004+08:00

Kallang Roar the Movie is about the Singapore team that won the Malaysian Cup in 1977 against Penang. I have to admit that it is a shock to know that Singapore can do a movie of this calibre (of course I am evaluating from the trailer alone). Not that I had anything against them, I admire their crea Check out the star of this team (and those who add colours to their lifes). This is an excerpt from kallangroarthemovie blog at blogspot when they were casting for the players (I wished I knew about this, I wanted Mokhtar Dahari role!).

1. *Kim Song* – (20s) Very hardworking, good looking, traditionally Chinese in character. Sometimes even rigid.

2. *Dollah Kassim* – (20s-30s) The Gelek king of the 70s. Skillful striker. Jovial and brazilian in nature. Soft spoken. Friendly. Enjoys the game.

3. *Rajagopal *– (20s-30s) Most skillful player in Singapore team, with his one shot one kill banana kick corners. A courageous coward. Can be heroic, but would not push beyond his own limit to become even better. Comical but how-lian.

4. *Mohd Noh* – (20s) The David Beckham of his time. He is a Japanese malay. Coming from a poor family, he balances the challenge of going out of Singapore singer Rahimah Rahim and playing for his nation. Good looking, very shy.

5. *Samad Alapitchay* – (20s-30s) Captain of Singapore team. Most charismatic, strong leader. But plagued by gambling and money problems. Strong tall, superhero jaw. Tall. Well built. Curly maradona hair. Charismatic acting required. Uprighteous. Looks like a leader.

6. *Majid Ariff* – (30s-40s) One of the greatest players in Singapore in history. Loyal assistant coach to Uncle Choo.

7. *Boon Kheng* – (20s-30s) Best student of Uncle Choo and coach of the final team, penang, likes to munch on Keropok. Suppose to be evil version of uncle CHOO. Charismatic, intelligent.

8. *Mokhtar Dahari* – (20s-30s) Malaysia soccer god. Invincible. Bent on revenge after missing out on the Singapore Malaysia tie due to injury, and hence losing out his final chance to play in the World Cup, he sets his sights on destroying the Singapore team. A true professional, top class maradona like athlete with a power shot. Charismatic, excellent player with powerful legs.

9. *Arumugam* –(30) a.k.a Spiderman, long armed goalkeeper. Will wear long sleeves that extend beyond his gloves.

10. *Ah Tiang* – (30s-40s) colleague of Samad. Knows nothing about football, always coaxed into helping Samad. Compromising and irritable by Samad's exploitation of him.

11. *Kim Song's Father *– (40s-50s) has had enough of football. Only wishes that his youngest son settle down with a stable job and get married. Old father who looks bochup and has weight in his words.

12. *Kim Song's mother* – (40s-50s) wishes for more communication between father and Kim Song. Very loving of Kim Song and also the bridge between father and son communication)

13. *Samad's wife *– (20s) Noorizan - a supporting wife who believes in her husband a lot.

14. *Doctor *– (40s-50s) tells Uncle CHOO he has Gangrene. Compassionate and unfazed by uncle Choo's temper.

15. *Eric Paine* – (30s) Caucasian goalkeeper of Singapore with black eyes.

16. *Edmund Wee* – (20s-30s) Chinese goalkeeper of Singapore. Strong arms and earnest personality.

17. *Rahima Rahim* - (20s) Famous singer during the 1970s. Gorgeous and classy.

Singapore Players vs Penang Players for the Malaysian Cup Final Match 1977.

Now I wonder when will Malaysia make a movie about our football heroes. Super Mokh perhaps? Later, I love peace.

How old is Heskey?

2008-08-21T04:31:00.002+08:00

It was Wembley, where the grass looked and seemed so soft I could sleep on it. Beckham played, Brown scored(his first for England), Terry captained, Gerrard slipped(and slipped) and oh my PSP, was that Emile Heskey? He still play? How old is he? I remembered when he played with Owen back during the Liverpool days, he should be 5 THOUSAND years old then. Now he should be like 50 - 60 THOUSAND years old. Jeez, he sure has a long life. Jankulovski scored from a free kick, where I suspect that David James has been poured with stick-on-the-ground mantra. I stuck on the 1-2 scoreline, England losing. Why did not I watch it until its over? Capello took Rooney off, thats it. And Rio. And Arsenal bought Silvestre. What is this all about? Later, I love peace(and Manchester United).

GODA & Latte@8 (& Reaper)

2008-08-16T15:40:00.008+08:00

Yet, another brilliant tv series from Malaysia. With part narrative and monologue technique in the series, this could be the best series. But why only half an hour? Ahh, whatever, I need to absorb all the advise anyway. Catch it on 8tv at 9.30 p.m every Thursday.
Jason Lo is back! Now with some new concept for Latte(in 4th season but named season 3A for superstitious reason), this is definitely my favourite talk show. Thunder Chow? A weatherman named Thunder? Woww!! On air every Friday night at 11.00 p.m.
Also on 8tv(oh I do idolize 8tv) is Reaper. Been a long time since I watch American series on Malaysian tv(since Ugly Betty and Desperate Housewives ended, and also all other Lost thing). But this is good. Reaper is on your fool box on 10 p.m, Friday and repeat is on Thursday, 11.45 p.m. Should I continue watching it on tv or should I download it? AHHH! Tough choice(not really). Later, I love peace(and I hate stuck-on-this-level game). Oh, you can catch up all this(well, not all really, just some which they got full license to) on http://www.8tv.com.my

Marina Bay (and some Merdeka deco)

2008-08-11T20:49:00.004+08:00

Went to Marina Bay for the Umpteenth times. That day, I like to do something cool. I want to break in right into the Sea horse's body.
No, it is not as difficult as you would think. The lock for the door was bought at Handy Mart, where I can buy my lock-picking stuffs, and cost only RM 19.90. Man, my boxer worth more than that(considering my boxer protecting something WAY MORE valuable than the Seahorse, I retracted my statement).
Right before I was trying to break in(I'm doing "the cigarette adrenaline boost"), some sea creature which apparently has something NOT in common with the seahorse said that Mr/Ms Seahorse hated it when its nose is touched. The nose is like the crown of the body for seahorses.

I touched it!(Of course I can touch it. I'm not a Hobbit) Look at the sea horse's expression. Squealing like some coward, eyes opened wide, acknowledging my power and superiority. Now you know who the boss is eh? Hahaha(I continued my evil laugh for the next 5 minutes). Bad timing. Hafiz's girlfriend loved the seahorse so much that she hit me with multiple punches. Lucky she hit like a girl she is. She should know better, its PINCHING that hurts for guys, not PUNCHING. A free massage from Osim is more like it.Seems like Hafiz agree with his girlfriend. Ahh, what the f**k? Don't you know seahorses change their sexual organs at will? That is creepy(and amazing of course, sorry GOD).

Afte messing with the sea horse's emotions, did some helping with a poster. The National Day poster it is. It reads ' Happy Anniversary 51 Years'. Sounds like Malaysia married with some other country(oh yeah they did! With parts of Borneo!).

Destruction at JLN CINA and JLN BENDAHARA

2008-08-11T20:32:00.004+08:00

The old shops strips at Jln Cina and Jln Bendahara are being demolished. What are they thinking? I'm all for conservation. Maybe they don't know how to preserve historical buildings. Look what have they done, turning Miri into a real city??

This is where 'Tepong Kopi Cap Ah Moi' first started, selling and caffeinating Mirians.

Have you watched KAMI? Oooo~ now you know where they got the idea.

If you could not read out what it says(either in English or Kanji), this is the Foochow Association Miri. Still haven't been touched, unlike the shop besides it.

This too? The ever important Tai Tong Lodging House? Now where would all those call girls(local and foreign) operates? Oh no, I never use their service, I'm shy around women.

Look at the colours, it is Maybank, not? Geez, they are good at pirating EVERYTHING.

Nasi Ayam Air Cond(Air Cond(itioned) Chicken Rice). Who would not want to try that? Too late now. Lets hope something good will sprout in the place of these old timers. Later, I love peace.

Miri Ice Skating Rink Updated

2008-08-06T00:07:00.006+08:00

Miri has its own ice skating rink, or at least that what it seems to look like. Perhaps just a deception, maybe inside it( it wasn't opened when we're there) is just a big, fat freezer/chiller room. Look at the name, Boulevard Smart Ice? What is Smart Ice? It can think or it prevent you from falling down? Skating time my arse! More like falling time(oh, I don't ice skate, just BMXing). I'll update about this Smart Ice when it is open. Anyway, the location is in Boulevard Hypermarket, upper roof.

I noticed this (well, someone else noticed it actually, I was too busy looking at people) during waiting for the movie (The Mummy : The Tomb of The Dragon Emperor) to start. Kedai PC Anda? In English it is Your PC Store/Shop. Me? The shop belongs to me? Am I rich?

Eh? What does this picture doing here? I remember this. Aznan(or was it Akmal) bought it then Adha(Gergasi Lembah, sorry Adha) drank most of it. Good drinks though. I'm not sure if it is still available. Later, I love peace.
** I have an update on the skating rink. Turns out that you actually skate on ROLLER BLADES on a floor which are AIR CONDITIONED so it would APPEAR like you are skating on ICE. RM 7.00 for half an hour or was it RM 5.00? I don't really remember, just thought the business operator is some funny guy. Now this is really having a CRACK of time. Smart Ice my A**e!

Demon Barber

2008-08-04T22:12:00.004+08:00

I love not working (at least a reason I'm still not working). Like everyone else or the selected ALL in the class, they work in some good/great/vavava companies. I'm not like that. I work on my own, I'm my own boss (another reason..). What did I do?

Oh yes, I love ruining other people's look through their hair(especially if they are MORE good looking than em). For a clearer picture, visit Abg Nel Hidayat fotopages at http://fotokrafter.fotopages.com/ or not (this haven't been posted yet during publication of this post).

Apollo

2008-08-02T02:42:00.005+08:00

I love Apollo chocolate layer cake. Why? For the softness and healthy ingredient, not to mention the taste of chocolate between your teeth, only those who hate chocolate would see this as their enemy.

And the best part is, since the price of all items has rise up, Kenyalang orPasu or Ng Sian Hap still offer the lowest price in almost anything(RM 6.30 in every other place); e.g Apollo chocolate layer cake or GP alkaline battery. Miri finest store, we support you for this reason!

GP Ultra alkaline battery, free 2 battery. Price? RM 7.00. SB 600 flash not included. Later, peace to all.

Why my picture is the way it is

2008-07-28T20:39:00.003+08:00

This entry is to explain why most of my photos or pictures are in a low grade condition. the reason is I merely use a camera phone. A Motorola V3x as a matter of fact. So excuse me and sorry if you don't like my pictures. I am really thankful for this phone no matter how weak/dull/boring/limited it may seem (althought I really missed my Pantech G500 which used Pentax lense).

And my camera took this(Old Grand Lady,Miri),

and this(Taman Selera,Miri),

also this(Behind RHB Bank,Miri),

who need photographer with big camera(in this case, Mr. Hafiz Yem with his Nikon D80)? They need camera phoneRs like me to take their picture,

so toss away your phone without the camera dude, that is a requisite to live in the society(you know who you are). Later, I love peace(and I love my camera which come with my phone).

Rainy Days, Cool Cendol

2008-07-27T18:30:00.005+08:00

I like it when it is raining. Sleeping? Oooo~ totally the best thing to do at the time. But what if you insist to go out?(especially after a long long day at home). Well, let's go eat then.

Cendol(and ABC) at the Golden Delights or whatever the name is (this is cendol from their branch near Hj. Salam's Petronas.) It really did not strike me as an absurdity; eating cendol during rainy season (hey, I even had Slurpees during the rain,put the car air-cond to the coolest and just slurped it all down). Yes, I do eat cendol in the hot scorching afternoon( especially at the roadside in Shah Alam or Subang) but who said you cannot have cendol when it is raining. Is it delicious? Ask the owner who use a Ferrari 430 just to buy vegetable (ok, that's a lie).

Or we could just have something hot. Teh tarik, curry noodle(no bean sprout), mee jawa(picture; no bean sprout), laksa sarawak(no bean sprout, again), cucur pisang, cekodok, that's enough I think, I never finished them anyway. Ohh, there is one thing I always finished. Mee/beehoon sup daging Ani Sup Utara(especially at Plaza Alam Sentral, Sec 2 Shah Alam is second best I think, the one in Sec 9 is third) always urge me wanting for more( which is a lie). I will put a lot of the black and red chillies sauce until you cannot see the noodle. I like it when I have to bear the spicyness towards the end of the noodle, gulping in all those red and black soup. Then you drink cold water, voila, you just cured you flu (bring extra tissue).

In the end, maybe a bright fair day does hold much more activities for us. It has been a long time since I played in the rain, lots of time playing in sunlight(lie, again). Maybe the rain is dirtier nowadays. Or maybe all of us has become coward towards the nature. Later, I love peace (and I hate and dread bean sprout). How many times did I lied in this one?

Avenue (Warwick & Speedmarket)

2008-07-26T02:43:00.004+08:00

When I first heard Duffy on the radio in the car with Akmal back from the class (the song Mercy), I really thought that she is an American.And I never thought she can sing such a beautiful song such as this. The song is about heartbreak and she overcome it I suppose. Look at that performance in the video, that is real tears. She probably just(really) broke up with someone, make this video or lie to the whole world. Ahh..what do I care.

What? No embedding allowed? Shite, now you all have to go to youtube. And even there they put some audio security(they reduce the volume at some parts). Here's the link:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhZ5-L9znt8&feature=related

The second video is from Speedmarket Avenue, song called Way Better Now. My favourite for the past 4 days(listening to it repeatedly). From Stockholm, Sweden, they really represents the Scandinavian indie scene well. They have a MySpace account but don't count on it too much since they have been busy lately(does I sound like a friend of them now?). The song is about...just hear for yourself, I don't really care, I have never been heartbroken before. Watch out for the first drum roll and the girl start singing, my favourite part.

Scousers has their Ronaldo!

2008-07-26T00:00:00.001+08:00

I support Manchester United, to start with. I consider Liverpool as the main rival for Man Utd (althought the girl I like supports Liverpool, or Torres. Not so sure if she likes me as I do, I really hope she does). So why does I post this video even thought Nemeth Krisztian is a Liverpudlian? A Hungarian, already rated as one of the best Europe teenager, yet little we know that he is there at Anfield.

Have you watched the video? Depends on you but I think he resembles Cristiano Ronaldo. All those dribble trickery, speed and vision, he will certainly make a great strike partner for Torres (which I admire, his football professionalism I meant, not his looks...that makes me jealous). So come the near future, maybe Liverpool could pose a greater challenge to the Premiership title (which 'usually' belongs to Man Utd). I'm looking for youth from Man Utd now. Lets hope for someone as good or better yet, greater than this Nemeth guy. Later, I love peace.

What I brought to Hafiz's house

2008-07-24T12:02:00.000+08:00

I stayed at Hafiz's(my far cousin by blood) house for more than a month already after some events(that cannot be mentioned) that leads me to staying longer here. I realized I looked more like a hitchhiker from other place rather than someone who have homes(3 now) in Miri. Reason?These are what I brought to his house.
My trusted Ocean Pacific knapsack. Have been with me since form 3.

My 4 shirts, namely Mooks, Polo, Nike and fcuk. My low gear, namely Lee, Polo and Umbro.

Of course you don't expect me to walk around without any protection to my precious right? 2 China made boxers and a Pepsi boxer (and yes I was naked taking this picture, so what? No one is watching me..except God of course, God understands me..I think so).

My headgear. Need something to cover my hair that is weirdly toned coloured(black,brown and grey). A Vigu fedora, Dj Honda cap and TopMan snowcap.

I walk around with my Quiksilver(since my Overland was stolen by some kid, damn upon him) which I bought in Bali and my ever reliable under RM 100 Puma.

Then I brought some essentials such as the baby lotion for my skin(bought at Mini Market Pak Teh), Axe Brand medication oil, a lip balm(courtesy of Aznan after I cracked my lips bad at Bali) and a Dettol plaster. So much for preparation.

I brought my PS2 and PSP, just for the sake of playing it( oh no, now I looks like a real geek). Some extra Memory Stick for my PSP and extra joystick(courtesy of Mohd. Khairul Akmal, some are from this house) for the PS2.

So thats it, all thing that I brought to Hafiz's house. Another time.

Once, a great film!

2008-07-23T16:43:00.000+08:00

Its not often that you come across a good musical film worthy of award(s). I love musical, doesn't mind whether it is in documentary form or just plain film with plots. Once is a film that surpasses many musical, althought I still rate Oliver Twist (the original) and the Sound of Music above it (and you can include School of Rock there). Once stars Glen Hansard of The Frames (the band from Ireland) and Marketa Irglova. It was heart warming and funny, maybe a trademark of indie film. The music? Damn that was good. I expected some cheesy moments ala Music & Lyrics (which cheesiness I love) but no, all moments have its beef with cheese, not cheese alone. I would not give away spoiler here, just check out the song 'falling slowly' by them.

On the left, Glen Hansard. On the right, Tj Tynes. I just thought they look similar, althought the voice of Glen resemble more of Damien Rice than Tj. Tj Tynes is Dr. Jack Hodgins in Bones, the series from the states. He is an expert on insects, spores and minerals, but conspiracy is his hobby. Just watch Bones, you'll see him ( I watch it so I can see Bones, look at her, cute pretty and brilliant). You can watch it on Ntv7 or the Star World. What is this post about again?

Review of local series

2008-07-23T11:10:00.000+08:00

Yes I am talking about malaysian series, not all those gossip girl, chuck, house, CSI, heroes, lost, gilmore girls, one tree hill, ugly betty,..ok, too much(kantoi lak aku tgk semua nie). I'm talking about all those gol & gincu, KAMI, kllite, salam pantai timur, island fm, realiti, ghost (should I include mya zara and the gang to this list? Maybe). Ok, the point is we (malaysian) should really hope for a direction change in how we do series in malaysia.

My last review on malaysian tv series was on gol and gincu season 1(of course, are you expecting me to review gerak khas?) and the topic was mainly about Ayu,the villain in the series(which continue until the second season). The second season was...how should I say? Disappointing? Yaa, too much going on, viewers not excited for something new to happen and not enough Nani(oh Syarifah Amani, where art thou?). I am hoping for a spin-off about her(Nani) but still in the setting of gol and gincu.

Now, lets review ghost. As the rumour said(which in turn true), Cheryl Samad was not really the first choice but she is. Understand what I meant? The producer and casting was looking for an actress that has that appeal but not too appealing so not to steal the limelight from Nas. She is the one for the role, I could not imagine anyone else. The story line was superb, keeping viewers waiting, speculating and amazed (like you are watching heroes or lost). The plot developement is arranged like a classical concert, has its own up and down tempo. And the effect...brilliant! So not to name some (Anak pontianak, saka, what is the Cinda story...susuk, look what have I done here? sorry) the effect in ghost are on the same par as those american series. And the songs are not bad too (althought songs in KAMI still catch my heart). Looking forward for new series. Maybe I'll review about malaysia's realiti tv later. Later.

The cat that is outgoing.

2008-07-22T23:49:00.001+08:00

Cats really love milk aren't they? This here is a picture of 'Putih' or 'Igor' sucking milk from 'Coreng'. And it is obvious that Putih is a full grown cat. So he join in together with baby kitten, sucking milk. Notice that Coreng seems like approving the action. And she watch the camera!(so much for cooperation). Geez, human don't normally do that right?(or do they?).

By the way, I love cat very much, but it is tiring chasing them out( to put them back into the cage). But my trick is to call them 'sayang' and let them 'manja manja' with me and then BAMM! put them into the cages. ohh, don't worry, I never hurt them, they usually hurt me.

micpling's ring

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On The Road

I love my pillow

This is my therapy

How I met my father (back)

I'm trying to remember

Erm, what old story? (Now I remember)

Erm, what old story?

Looking for old friends from St Patrick Primary School

Later

It all works out

Manchester United; youth, talent, experience and luck.

W, my first love.

Warm Liking Song lyric

Oh big city funny laa

Mike's Kuching road trip(or is it?)

I hate that place...Qi sucker!

Shopping, the Hate and Love relationship

Sick & High

You such at photoshop(yes, that is the right title)

I have a problem

The magical chicken rice

KL is funny

Ternyata

A sad day

Noodle oh noodle

Sports...hurmm

A kiss is not a contract

Hot rods, 30 second

Malaysia: Cigarette Minimum Price

Make your dream come true

Oh I have sinned

Meaghan Smith, A Little Love

Charlotte O' Connor, the next Internet phenom?

Victoria Hart...muahh!

Why fear finals?

Why this song(s)?

Geez, Alice Russell...

Chocolate, where are you?

Problematic Girls and Letting Go

Last Day Of Our Love

Not too late (to become a kid)

Kalang Roar the Movie

How old is Heskey?

GODA & Latte@8 (& Reaper)

Marina Bay (and some Merdeka deco)

Destruction at JLN CINA and JLN BENDAHARA

Miri Ice Skating Rink *Updated*

Demon Barber

Apollo

Why my picture is the way it is

Rainy Days, Cool Cendol

Avenue (Warwick & Speedmarket)

Scousers has their Ronaldo!

What I brought to Hafiz's house

Once, a great film!

Review of local series

The cat that is outgoing.

Miri Ice Skating Rink Updated