Fingered

It's actually pretty gross. I can't stop staring at it this morning since I took off the plaster. Yes, I sliced mah fing-gah! Great job, Meng. Now I can't play the guitar at home. Bloody hell.

The Lion Slays The Tiger

"Cha, we are so late!" the neh winged, "The jam is insane!"

It surely was. The jam unleashed it's mercilessness at the Federal Highway - Shah Alam toll. We were literally crawling to the stadium, "Neh," I looked at him with a slight disgust, "I can't believe you're so eager. It's not even Man U,"

"But still!"

"I know," I sigh.

20-or-so-minutes later, somehow, someway we actually found quite a decent parking spot. Considering that it's about a 15-minute walk, we did alright. The jam did took quite a toll on our enthusiasm. But that was only temporary, the closer we get the more we could hear the stadium's cheer. The louder it got, the quicker we plod.

"OH. MY. GOD.," I just couldn't stop smiling as I looked over to JM and Neh, "Can you believe this? Listen..."

Huuuu Haaaaa Huuuuu Haaaaa

As we walked to our gate, we pass by at least 8 gates, and each gate gave us a glimpse of the game that has already kicked off 25-or-so-minutes ago, "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT," I would start to lose my cool, "I can see the game! OMG OMG OMG," yeah, I can't imagine how I would feel if that was Man Utd.

Finally, we got to our seating area. JM was rather uncomfortable and was quite keen on moving higher up, where there are seats. You could sense Neh was already comfortable and a bit kiasu about it cause despite sitting the stairs, we had quite an alright view, "Let's move lah dude, we're blocking traffic.

We stood up hastily and seemed like we were gonna make a dash for those seats up there, which was about 10 meters away. But low and behold, 4 seats presented itself to us, and all we have to do was stand up, turn around, and take 2 steps.

We felt rather foolish we hadn't noticed it earlier.

After what seem like forever, and 3 solid rounds of the infamous Mexican waves, the game resumed.



As for our beloved National team, a lot was left to be desired. Unmotivated display, predictable passes, rugby-type shots on goal and hapless defending. I did say if we lose 0-2, we could consider that as a win. But how Chelsea won it made us look really silly. They seem to be jogging around, passing for fun while the National team we left chasing an elusive white blur which is the ball.

However, all in all, it was an experience. One I will never forget. Shame it wasn't Man Utd.



And I still have my voice, phew.

Lunch Smunch

After weeks of unrelenting, mind-numbing and shocking rounds after rounds after rounds of ridiculous muttonheaded inspired changes, The Dark Knight / AmBank Credit Cards joint-promotion is finally over.

"I am just glad it's finally over," sighs JM.

"Its funny you shoud say that," says I, "I remember you practically pounced on this project even before she could finish pronouncing DARK, 'We have this new campaign, its a tie-in with the upcoming movie, The Da...' and you already went, 'I'LL DO IT!'"

He laughs, "If only I had known,"

But let bygones BE bygones, it's all out there now. So we decided to take a trip down to Cineleisure and take photographs of the large format materials. And maybe steal some leaflets...

On the way in, we came across a peculiar sign, "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"What what?!"

"METAL CHAIN!"

They made it sounds so...dangerous.

Anyway, on the inside, we were hounded by at least 10 AmBank credit card sales people, "Sir what credit card you using ah? Sir this sir that blah blah blah," I just snapped pictures after pictures ignoring them. I was quite tempted to flash them my new Maybank DEBIT card, but I didn't.

We finally made our way to Ikea, and you know right, how Ikea can like...draw you...to, you know, buy things. Eventhough you could live well without them. I ended up buying a huge jar to keep coins, a tea light lamp and some tea lights. Why? Don't know. They look pretty.

We worked out quite a bit of an appetite. Of course we over ordered. I had the ham sandwich, meat balls and the bloody sweet chocolate cake while JM munched down this prawn sandwich, ham sandwich and meatballs, "No dessert?" I ask.





"Don't need it!"



"Alright, your loss."

I do know the afternoon is gonna suck with all of what we just had. The impending sluggishness of over-indulging during lunch...



Yeah it was that bad. The whole second half of the day was ruined. Damn that was some lunch.

3 Nights, 3 Days

So what have I been up to...

The Batu Fest 2008, as Neh so fondly call it is over and done with. Copious amount of alcohol, loads of incriminating pictures in Facebook and a total of over 700km of travelling in 3-days.

Thursday night, we left KL late. Therefore, we arrive late. Late as in 2am. But that did not dampen our spirit. The foreigners, Kev and Zach was already drowning in an ocean of alcohol abuse, not to mention Derek's unrelenting burst of political quotes and misquotes. Also due to the alcohol. We started partying there and then. In front of 7-11.

"Why are we drinking in front 7-11 when we're buying beers from Happy Mart?"

I think there was an explanation. Obviously I don't recall. We left at 4am.

Friday, BBQ was postponed due to Futsal. No way we're gonna pass that on. Followed by another drinking session at The Eclectic. (see incriminating pictures of me and my friends at Facebook)

Saturday night, Gan is celebrating his 25th, "Eh come yah, Sri Sayang," he tells us all.

Most of us would say, "Sri Sayang? OLD SKOOL!" Gosh, it has been close to 10-years since we last partied there.

"Whatever happened?" some would ask.

The rest would reply, "Northam happened."

"Oh."

Yes, "Oh."

After watching Ian impersonating Jamie Oliver while BBQ-ing, we actually dreaded to go over to Gan's party, "Man, we've drank waay too much," but somehow this happened, "OK, we go for 30-minutes then we leave,"

We stayed there for an hour and 30-minutes at least.

But I am over-the-moon that Kev and Zach finally get to watch THE TB MOVIE.

And Zach and Hanae's daughter is like the cutest baby EVER. Of course my kid would be cuter, heh. But she can have the title now.

Oh yeah, The Dark Knight movie was sensational! I think I should make a spoof called, "That Drunk Night."

I Smell Penang

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

Yeah, I am going home this weekend. Ahhh, the smell of the jelly-fish laiden shores, the you-better-not-walk-barefeet-because-you-might-step-on-sharp-pointy-charcoals-from-yesterday's-bbq beaches, the Langkawi-ish price of alcohol at Arati's and of course...

MOM'S COOKING! I could almost taste it by now.
Gosh I miss my parents. Kinda miss getting nagged. Oh well...

The past 2-weeks, 2 of our friends finally made an effort to visit after 2-years abroad. You can't blame one as he has a family to care for, but for Kevin...shame on you! 2-years?! WTF MATE?! I know lah, London damn terror wan. But it's Penang wei. And you forgot about my MANCHESTER UNITED HOME JERSEY!!! AHHHHHH!!! LOL

Neh neh named the weekend, BATU FEST. I think it's quite self-explanatory. No wonder he isn't in advertising. But we all like to amuse him anyway. Heh.

I might just film the weekend, for The TB Movie 2. Sorry Xen, looks like you'll miss being in the sequel too and as for Roby and his 101th farewell (I quote Diana), he'll be off to Jakarta today. Actually that's quite a bummer. Roby's actually quite funny on screen. I'll give him 2-weeks before the Indonesian government kicks him out for sodomizing young boys being Roby.

And as for my life...
and my attempt to end my bachelorhood ...
I think I am quite...stuck. Stagnant. I don't know what to do.

But that's on the back seat for now, cos the weekend is itching closer and closer...

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

My Weekdays

8.30 am. Alarm rings. Hit snooze button. Then again. And again. And again. Wake up. Roll out of bed. Drag self to toilet. Take a massive pee. Look at self in the mirror. Fix hair. Look for coffee. No coffee. Resume sleep on couch. Wake up. Scratch head. Drag self to room. Grab towel. Massive yawn. Cold shower. Shiver like mad. Spray deodorant on armpit. Apply hair gel. Put on clothes. Grab bag. Light a cigarette. Leave house. Walk down 3-flights of stairs.

Enter car. Enter hot car. Sweat a bit. Start car. Winds down window. Turn on radio. Reverse out. Wave at guards. Stop by 7-11. Buy coffee. Drink coffee. Drive off to work. No air-cond gas. Bloody stuffy. Winds down window. Light a cigarette. Finish cigarette. Winds up window.

Arrive at office. Throws coffee can into bin. Greets everyone. Make a cup of coffee. Hopes for an easy day. But had a bad day. A bad long day. Tight deadlines. Pinheaded clients. Stupid comments. Do anyway. Get job done while procrastinating. Looks at watch. 12am. Freaks out. Lights a cigarette. Talk crap with colleagues. Leaves office. Drive home. Wave at guard. Park car. Walk up 3-flights of stairs. Enter house.

Drag self into room. Strip. Grabs towel. Cold shower. Shiver like mad. Brush teeth. Have a cigarette with Ju. Bitch about the day. Lights another cigarette. Bitch some more. Ju leaves for bed. Picks guitar up (or PS2). Start playing. Satisfied. Walks to toilet. Pee. Shut off lights. Slams room door. Call her. Talk for an hour. Maybe more. She says its late. Hangs up. Feels terribly sleepy. Ridiculously tired. Yawns. Shuts off lights. Toss and turn. Cover self with a blanket. Uncover self with blanket. takes off shirt. And finally falls asleep 1 hour later.