Cendawan Goreng (Mushroom Fritters)

Wow! What a weekend it has been for me. Yesterday, Team Police Rugby went to Johor to have a friendly match with one of the colleges in Johor. That Johor rugby team consists of old boys from the same college. We went there in a convoy of cars and reached Larkin at around 4pm. Cik Slamat wanted to have some food before we headed to the venue of the match. So we stopped at one of the road side restaurant to have some food. Damn, you should never trust Slamat when it comes to food. He treated us to tons of goreng pisang (banana fritters), keledek goreng (sweet potato fritters), cendawan goreng (mushroom fritters) and drinks. When comes to food, the ruggers are numero uno. Give us anything and we will whallop the food. Haha. It was my first time eating mushroom fritters and it was damn delicious. After the 'light lunch', we went to the venue which was just nearby. It was at Institut Pengajian Kebangsaan Johor Bahru (i think so). This institute is equivalent to National Institute of Education in Singapore. All of us wanted to throw up actually because of the 'light lunch'. Once we reached the venue, we changed into our jersies and straight away we did our warm-up. To our surprise, the opponents were damn huge but we did not mind. They larger they are, the harder they fall. Muahaha. After warm-up, the game kicked off with the opponents' kick. We played an excellent game. Our forward pack are more organised and better then our opponents'. The score was 41 - 0 (7 tries and 3 out of 7 conversions). We thrased them good but i did not score. So frustrating! I can not believe that i can last the whole game but i suffered a bit because our the 'light lunch'. In all the scrums, i felt like vomitting and every time i burped, it smelt like goreng pisang and mushroom fritters. This is all Cik Slamat's fault. Haha. We played three quarters with each quarters lasting 20minutes. Our first quarter was fantastic as our forward pack controlled the pace of the game. The opponent decided to change the game by bringing in bigger forwards. Basically, their game plan was to use their forward to crash into us. Haha. One good thing about the police ruggers is that most of us a one hell of good tacklers. I did 2 or 3 lift tackles. Haha. They had a penalty and their scrum-half passed the ball to their biggest forward and walla! He came rushing to me. I crouched, aimed his lower torso and legs and then jerked forward to give him a solid lift tackle. Haha. The opponents did not know the law of rugby that much and thus many infringements were made by them. Every time they did not roll away after a tackle, our forward pack will form a ruck and we will at the same time stomp the opponents who were blocking the ball on the floor. One of the opponent received a cut at the back of his ears because of our stomping. Muahaha. Overall, it was a good game. After the game, the opponents invited us over to dinner and so we thought we were going to some restaurant. Haha. One of the driver of the opponent's team lead the Singapore convoy to the 'restaurant' and half way, he stopped at a Petronas petrol kiosk. He told us that he also did not know the what. What the hell?! Haha. Finally we made our way to some housing area and to our surprise, we were going to have our lunch at a chinese family's house. The house is huge and basically, that area is where all the rich chinese malaysians from johor reside. The owner of the house knows the rugby guys from the johor college and when he knew that they will be playing rugby, he invited the both the johor team as well as our team. Can you believe that we had Mee Rebus at night? Haha. We did not even know the owner of the house and yet we are having dinner at his house. Haha. I really wanted to laugh at that moment. After dinner, we sat around talking to the malaysian ruggers about rugby. They are also passionate about rugby but they dislike the malaysian rugby scene and management because they are not doing much to develop rugby in Malaysia. After the chatting session, it was time to go home. On our way back, i realised that i have not purchased Bubble Yum. We did not have the opportunity to go to any shops that sell bubble gum. Thus, when Cik Slamat stopped at the petrol kiosk that is near to the Malaysian custom via the first link, i decided to go to the shop to purchase some bubble yum. When i entered the shop, i asked the cashier whether they sell any chewing gum. Alamak, no bubble yum. They did not sell chewing gum at all. Dang! I went around to search for any road-side shopst that sell Bubble Yum but my search was futile. There were no shops at all. Sad. Damn sad. When we reached Singapore, Cik Slamat wanted to have late night teh tarik at Woodlands. There were six of us, including Cik Slamat, and we were like sardines in Cik Slamat's BMW. Haha. Cik Slamat treated us to Rojak and we were shocked when he came back to our table carrying 2 plates of rojak worth $15 each. He is very generous and crazy when it comes to food. Siao! Most of us wanted to puke because we were damn full. They Cik Slamat told us his life experience. He is damn passionate about rugby. He is the president of Singapore Rugby Referee Association, vice-president of the Singapore Rugby Union (SRU) and he coaches several schools and Jurong Junior College in rugby. I think SRU should change to Slamat Rakisan Union. Haha. Hmm. He had this big rugby project at Johor. Since Johor will be organising Malaysian national day parade, the governance of Johor decided to do several big projects to portray good image of Johor. One of the big project is a sport carnival. One month of sports carnival and there will be 15 sports and one of them is rugby. Rugby will be the last sport to be played and the closing ceremony will be right after the Rugby finals. In-charge of this huge project is the gorvenor of Johor and he is under the sultan of Johor. In another words, the over-all in-charge is the Sultan of Johor. Slamat is the organising member and he is the one in-charge of organising the event. He reports directly to the governor of Johor. Wow, a Singaporean organising a Malaysian project. Damn cool! He told us that he intended to bring in the malaysian rock group of the 80s and 90s, Search, to perform on that day. I was like what-the-hell! My favourite old rock group will be performing on that closing ceremony. Now i really want to go to the event that Cik Slamat will be organising. He also invited Mawi but who wants to see Mawi? Bleargh! He told us that he wanted to invite another artist and he would prefer Siti Nurhaliza. Aidil and I told him not to invite Siti because we prefer Ella to Siti Nurhaliza. I would welcome the idea of bringing Agnes Monica or Diandra Paramitha Sastro Wardoyo. Haha. We hung around at the coffee shop until 2am in the morning. Haha. Now my whole body is aching and both my ankles are swollen. Ouch! Aight, time to rest! Damn, still no Bubble Yum. Errggghhhhhhh!

Yu Sheng Mai Ham (dedicated to Lee Hsien Loong)

Muahaha. Working in the office is damn boring. Especially if you are being bullied by the Senior Officers. I was doing my work half-way when suddenly this inspector asked a favour from me. She wanted me to do for her a poster that she will be sending to be printed on some panels for exhibition purposes. Can I say no to her request? Now that is a rhetorical question. Pfft! I completed the posters using Microsoft Words at around 6.30pm. I realise something. Women are really fussy and cumbersome. Tehee! Hey, do not get me wrong. I did the inspector's work with sincerity but it is just that i am caught in the middle. The SOs will say that i need to prioritise my works but how can i prioritise them when all are deemed URGENT. I can go mad man! Muahaha. Nah, it is okay because i will ORD soon. Damn. I failed my bike practical 6.01. Well, i did not expect to pass it anyway because it was my first time on the outside road. It was damn scary but i was travelling at 80km/h. At that breakneck speed, it was just adrenaline, the bike, death and I. Haha. I am still weak at Filter Lane and Lane Changing. Have to work hard man to improve on my weaknesses. Eh, did you hear something? Did you? A Phantom is waiting for me..LAME! Haha. Anyway, my Chinese friends out there, can you guys please help me? I am in two minds. I do not know whether to buy a normal Yu Sheng or Yu Sheng with abalones for my department's in-service cum Chinese New Year celebration. Which one do i purchase? Ergghhh! Haha. Oh yeah, the OTO Message Chair that my department ordered has arrived today. That 'magical chair' cost us $2000 ++ and it (the price of the chair) is almost the same as my dad's monthly salary. So this is what the SPF normally do with the Tax Payers' money. Oops, did i leak a secret out? Gosh, my apology. Aiyah, there are a lot of things that the SPF are wasting and one of them is paper. My AD is one of the chief culprits. Dang! Haha. Do not worry because i will be out of yet another government agency. So one last time, a normal Yu Sheng or Yu Sheng with abalones or do you guys prefer Yu Sheng with cockles? Haha. LHL is dumb! Haha.

Wo De Ming Zi Shi Ahmad Fathi

I really enjoyed the holidays. Marvellous. I did nothing from the 14th February until 16th February. I bummed around at home doing nothing but resting. Haha. On the 17th February, my aunties and cousins organised a chalet session at Down Town East Costa Sand and it was fun. My parents and I reached that place at around 11.30am. Right after we reached there, my uncle and aunt wanted to go fishing at the Pasir Ris beach. I was on two minds. Do i join them or do i stay at the chalet? I decided to join them. I have very little knowledge of fishing but my uncle taught me a lot. I learned how to cast properly and even know how to set the bait on the hook. Quite interesting. We started fishing at around 12 noon and finished our fishing session at around 6pm. We did it under the swealtering heat and my skin got sun-burned. I am still suffering now. Haha. I caught two fishes. Not bad huh for a beginner? After fishing, i went swimming with my cousins, niece and nephew. Haha. Both my niece and nephew were damn cute. The little girl did not want to leave the pool and i have to take care of her after her mom left. She was shivering due to the coldness but she still did not want to leave. Damn cute. After swimming, we went to fill our stomach. My stomach wanted to burst because of all those barbequed food. Wan and I went to the McDonald's to smoke before we went to the toilet to drop bombs. Haha. My uncle and cousins were making a lot of noise about my bike practical and my mom got to know about it. Dang! Haha. I told her the whole story in the car and guess what? She did not prohibit me from taking the bike license. Phew! At last! Haha. Keeping the truth is easy but telling the truth is never easy. But i did not lie! I just did not tell her anything. I feel guilty though! Haha. Sunday was damn boring. Did not do anything. I just rot at home. I did nothing too on Monday and Tuesday. However, i managed to do some reading. I found out that the Malays are descendants of the Chinese. I wanted to do some reading about my own race because a friend of mine once told me that our legendary heroes, Hang Tuah and company, have Chinese lineage. Thus, i did some reading. Below are some excerpts from websites that i read:

Origin of the Malays
The Malays originated in Yunnan, China. They Proto-Malays were also known as Jakun. They were seafaring people. Probably because of their seafaring way of life or trading, they were believed to have lived in coastal Borneo. They then expanded into Sumatra and the Malay Peninsula. A Portuguese historian, Godinho de Eredia, referred to the Malays as Saletes (Orang Selat, or People of the Straits).
The Malays played a major part in the Making of great Malay empires of Malacca and Johor. Present day Malays of the Peninsula and the coasts of the Malay Archipelago are described anthropologically as deutero-Malays. They are descendants of the tribal proto-Malays mixed with modern Indian, Thai, Arab and Chinese blood.

taken from: http://library.thinkquest.org/C001252F/intro/history/origins_of_the_malays.htm

History
The Malay people believed to have originated in Borneo and then expanded outwards into Sumatra then later into the Malay peninsula. These people were descendants of Austronesian-speakers who migrated from the Philippines and originally from Taiwan. The main foundation of this school of thought lies in the fact that the oldest Malay settlements have been discovered in Sumatra and not in the Malay peninsula. This suggests an upward - south to north - migratory route.

taken from:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malays_%28ethnic_group%29

History Of Taiwan
Taiwan's origins: The Proto-Malays, belonging to the South Paleo-Mongoloid racial group, lived on Taiwan 5,000 years ago during the Neolithic Ages and Alluvial Epoch. These aborigines were the forerunners in Taiwan's dawning era. Some of them were mixed with immigrants from southeastern coast of China (the Han people) through intermarriage. Others were driven into the mountain areas. In 1557 Portuguese sailors reached Taiwan and named it "Ilha Formosa" (=beautiful island). During the past 400 years, the history of Taiwan has mainly concerned Taiwan's Han people. But the aborigines of today are an integral part of the Taiwanese Nation.

taken from:
http://www.lsu.edu/student_organizations/tsa/exploretaiwan/history.html

Quite interesting huh? Knowledge is power! Then of all things, channel Suria broadcasted the movie, Gubra, on television. The first sequel, Sepet, was also interesting. Both movies basically tell us that love knows no boundary and love knows no races. The lady is a malay and the guy is a chinese and yet both of them fall in love. Love is universal i tell you. It is really beautiful and ubiquitous. It is a gift from God. The second movie, Gubra, has this caption: The Lamps Might Not Be The Same But The Light Is. Think about that caption. Huh, life is beautiful is tell you.

Below are some pictures i took during my fishing session. Tehee!


My alternative career; Fisherman


My first catch


Eh? What's this carebear doing here? That's me! Hoho!

Aight, take care y'all!

Gong Xi Fa Cai (Happy Chinese New Year)

I attended rugby training yesterday and it was damn taxing. It has been almost a year since my last training. I was out of breath for the whole session yesterday. We started with few rounds around the field and that posed no problem for me. Then we started with touch rugby. I was panting eventhough i pushed myself. I injured the muscle near to the hamstring and buttocks. I got it when i intercepted a pass from the opponent. I made a dash after Farhan followed me from behind. Haha. I imitated Jason Robinson's style of running but too bad i was not him. I shall just laze around for now to recover. Sigh. After training, Aidil, Cik Slamat and I went to KK's birthday party celebration at the Chevrons. It has been sometimes since we met up with KK, our former rugby captain way back in college. We had our bbq dinner there and chatted with KK until the wee hours. Haha. We shared jokes and laughed like we always do. Below are some of the jokes that we cracked (most jokes are on KK):

Aidil: KK, egg yolk is white or egg yolk are white?
KK: Egg yolk is white lah! (KK is always full of confidence)
Slamat, Aidil and I were laughing like mad.
Me: Haha. KK, egg yolk is yellow

At that instance, i sms-ed Cute Nyonya the same joke and she fell for it. Haha. She barracked me. Haha.

Joke by Slamat (i was the one who told him this joke 3 years ago)
One day, a hat seller was selling his hats beside a tree. Hours later, he felt tired and decided to take a nap. When he woke up, to his dismay, he found out that his hats were missing. He lookep up at the tree and realised that a monkey stole his hats. He came up with a plan. He bought a bunch of bananas and placed them by the tree. He called out for the monkey to return his hats if it wants some bananas. The monkey agreed and threw the hats down but instead of giving the monkey the bananas, the hat seller ate them alone. He tricked the monkey. Few generations later, another hat seller was selling hats when he felt tired and decided to take a nap. When he woke up, his hats were missing and he knew the monkey in the tree took it. He remembered what his grandfather's story of how he tricked another monkey. Thus, this hat seller decided to do what his grandfather did years ago. He bought a bunch of bananas and laid it beside the tree and called out the monkey. He told the monkey he wanted his hats back and he will give the monkey bananas in return. The monkey shouted at the hat seller, 'oit! do you think you are the only one with grandfather?'

Slamat's Joke
One day two jewish nuns were ordered by their authority to paint a room. They agreed and started to paint the room. The room was stuffy and the nuns were sweating profusely.
1st Nun: It's hot in here. I think it is good if we take off our head scarf
2nd Nun: I don't think that would be acceptable. Others might see us.
1st Nun: Don't you worry. If we lock the door, nobody can see us
Thus, they locked the doors and resumed painting after taking off their head scarf.However, it was still hot.
1st Nun: I think it is better if we take off our clothes and be naked.
2nd Nun: No, it is sinful and unacceptable.
1st Nun: Don't you worry because the door is locked
2nd Nun: Ok
The resumed painting but this time in nudity. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
1st Nun: Who is it? What do you want?
Knocker: I'm the blind man and i need to enter the room urgently.
2nd Nun: Don't open the door because we are naked.
1st Nun: Don't you worry because the man is blind. He can't see us.
They both agreed to open the door to let the blind man in. Upon entering the room, the blind man was flabbergasted to see the nuns in such state.
1st Nun: What are you looking at? I thought you are the blind man?
Knocker: Yeah i am the blind man and i am here to install the blinds on this room's windows.
Slamat is always lame! Haha

Slamat's Joke
Slamat:Which country has the most trees?
Me:Dunno
Aidil: Pulau Pinang?
Slamat: No. Think again!
Aidil and I: Dunno
Slamat: Indonesia
Aidil and I: Huh? Why?
Slamat: Pokoknya pak..
Aidil and I: Yak alah! Haha.
In Bahasa Melayu, pokok means tree but in Bahasa Indonesia, pokok means 'most importantly'. Haha.

Then i sms-ed Cute Nyonya again.
Me: If all other animals become fishes, then fishes become what?
Cute Nyonya: How the animals become fish? .dots. Fish lor
Me: No. If all other animals become fishes, then fishes become more.
Haha. I am forever lame!

Well, we had good time at KK's chalet. After that, we headed home. I realised that KK is a unique guy. He is very emotional and a good chap to talk to. At first, when i joined the rugby team, KK do not like me because i like to crack jokes all the time and i would usually instigate others to irritate him. Things changed when Aidil came. He reprimanded me. I still remember that moment at the coffee shop right after training. I became close to Aidil after that. He woke me up. I only became close to KK when i realised that he also resides in Bukit Panjang. When the A Division Rugby championship was just around the corner, KK and I would usually go back home together. We would chat in the bus. From there, we became close. He would tell all his problems to me especially about rugby. I appreciate him. This is what friends are for. Through thick and thin, we went through it together. I am the kind of guys who would not betray friends. We must treasure our friends. All the best KK.

Well well! Tomorrow is Chinese New Year. I would like to wish all my chinese friends and nemesis a Happy Chinese New Year. May God bless you all with blissful life surrounded always by your loved ones in good health. I will be taking up Basic Conversational Mandarin next month. Hehe. If everything goes well, expect me to sing in Mandarin by December. Haha. Aight, once again, Gong Xi Fa Cai!

PDL

Yes!! I finally received, or should i say earned, a Probational Driving License for motorcycle. I finally passed practical 5.02 during my second try. I failed the first 5.02, with 18 demerit points, on the 14th Feb 2007 and passed it the next day but with some mishaps. For the second practical 5.02, things did not go out smoothly. The instructor told us to go for a trial run right after warm0-up. Every thing went smoothly until i reaced the emergency brake section. I was the first rider and i was damn confident with my emergency brake. When the instructor gave me the signal to proceed, i release the clutch half-way and opened the throttle to get the biting point. The bike inched forward and finally moved off. I open the throttle violently and it accelerated quickly. Then i went on to gear 2 and finally gear 3. I realised i was doing 45km/h and the permitted speed to do emergency brake for class 2B is 30-35km/h. I did not want to slow down because it would disrupt the braking. Thus, i continued to cruise at 45km/h. When i reaced the white line where i was supposed to close throttle, i told myself that i could execute the emergency brake. I closed the throttle wildly and jammed my front brake hard. To my horror, the front tyre locked and i skidded. The road at that area was of no help as the instructors wet the floor with water and soap. I could still remember in slow motion the moment when the bike skidded. The bike fell to it's right and i was pinned down to the ground whilts the bike still moving, scraping the floor. When the bike finally stopped, i realised i was far away from the bike. I could have broken my arm if not for my falling technique i learned from Rugby. I did not stick out my right arm to break the fall. Instead, i fell hard on my upper arm, which cushioned the impact of my fall. Phew! The instructors went to me to ask whether i was fine. I quickly stood up and acted like nothing had happened. Haha. Frankly speaking, there was not any pang or bruises. Anyway, i am used to heavy knocks whilst playing rugby. I picked up the bike and i scooted away to the End Line. My confidence was immediately and immensely shaken. It felt like as if i did not want to continue with the test. I took a deep breath and smiled. I told myself to treat the test like a leisure ride and soon, i was calm again. I finally passed with only 10 demerit points in the actual run. Haha. Damn funny. Will that discourage me from riding? Hell no! I went back to the my office eventhough i was on leave because i wanted to patronise the gym. When i reached the office, i realised i had migraine. It was pretty awful. I wanted to throw up and the whole world was spinning before my eyes. I had to cancel my gym session due to this migraine. I guess i might have gotten it due to the fall during my bike practical. It could have been a whiplash of my neck that caused the migrane. I took a quick nap to alleviate the pain in my head. The pain just would not go away even after the nap. I decided to just endure the pain until i got home. Haha. Aight, chill out!

I Need A Translator

Huh..i will be turning 21 tomorrow, 14th February. Not a big deal. Every year will be the same. My dad will make an effort to bring the family dine out at night and most probably it will be to the same restaurant. Sigh. Haha. What i want is happiness throughout my life for my 21st birthday. Is that so difficult to get? I don't know but what i know is that God is fair. Life is never easy. 21 years of hell for me but there are some sweet moments. I was brought up by a disciplinarian, my dad, who was also one sided and bias. My smaller sister always win. He brought me up in a 'military way'. In retrospect, i think my dad made me who i am today and i would like to thank him for this. Firstly, i do not know how to give up. I never give up. When i was small, i would cry when i failed any tests or had difficulty in doing any tasks. My cry usually meant that i was pleaing for help but instead of helping, my dad would whack me. I were so used to getting beaten up that i decided that enough was enough. However, i know my dad didn't beat me up for no reason. I would usually lick my own wound. I learned how to pick myself up after failures. I learned most things in life by myself. My dad did not talk much. His frown said it all when i was young. One bad thing about my dad is that he does not like to encourage his children but i bet he loves us. He drilled me to be a tough guy i am today. When i got involved in a fight when i was small, i would usually dragged my skinned knee back home and complained to my mom. My mom would tell my dad and in the end, i would get beaten up again. He told me to stand up for myself and always be brave especially if you are fighting for the truth. I am robust now all due to my dad. Even when i failed my A level, i wasn't worried because i already knew what to do. I didn't cry. I didn't complain and most importantly, i didn't report to the police. Haha. I only had one thing in my mind and that is to retake the A level and get a place in university. I have been through a lot of shit and somehow i think God is unfair. I did some contemplation and finally years later, i realised this. Life's never fair but God is all-understanding and all-knowing. I believe he knows what he's doing. Things happen for some reasons. Life is not fair but God is. So when i look back after 21 years, i feel contented with my life. However, i will still hunt for happiness. Where ever you are happiness.

Life in the office for this week is damn slack. My AD treated my team for a lunch today and we had lunch at Fig & Olive at Bencoolen Street. The restaurant is superb and so too was the food. He treated us because of my birthday. Haha. I went to Music Dreamer Live! Cafe yesterday to hear and see someone sing. Hadi and I reached there Marina Square at aroung 7pm. We hung around there for a while just to kill time. We went to Music Dreamer Live! Cafe at around 7.30pm. Once seated, i ordered cappucino and some french fries. Cute nyonya was there to sing. I think she sung 2 chinese songs, a japanese song and a korean song. Haha. I couldn't understand anything at all but i really appreciate the showmanship and the music. The ambience of the cafe is wonderful. When we entered the cafe, many heads turned towards us. I think they were wondering as to why would some malay dudes would enter a chinese cafe. Hahaha. I couldn't be bothered about others. I was there to hear cute nyonya sing. She has a subtle, gentle and a sweet voice. Good to hear. I'm glad to see her enjoying herself. Haha. Oit! I will bring a translator for your next singing session. Haha. Sigh. I will be on leave tomorrow, away from the hustle and bustle of Police Head Quarter. My bike pratical, stage 5.02 will be tomorrow. I hope i can pass it and then get my PDL. Sigh. Aight, to all my friends, happy Valentine day, if you are celebrating it. Ciao!

Screw, Nuts & I (Don't Hunt What You Can't Kill)

(background information)
I know this girl, let's call her Nuts, for quite some time. A pretty nice girl. She has a boyfriend and let's call him Screw. Screw, Nuts and I were from the same college, somewhere in Jurong. Screw is one out of 2 most hated guys in college and he didn't even realise it. I guess people just wanted to treat him nice. Another abhored guy is Mondok but he is not in the equation. Let's not talk about him. Screw is some rich man's son and this is how he used to behave in college. He will be in the canteen to talk cock and bull story, other than eating and drinking. He will acknowledge people like as if he knows the whole college. The problem with him is that he thinks he knows everything. He didn't even realise there were so many people out there, other than the rugby guys, who detest him. He will intrude in people's conversation like as if people would want to hear his notion and comments. Still people allowed him to join their conversation, i think because of kindness and we are not anti-social. Yet, he still have the cheek to comment and get involved with people's problem. Okay, maybe he wanted to help but what the fuck! Who are you to help? You are not a councillor. Even if you are, you make a bad councillor. If he tried to help two or three people is fine but not the whole school. What the fuck is wrong with him? He is like George W. Bush. He likes to poke his nose into people's problem and conversation. He joined Rugby when he entered college and i am his senior. I still remembered the first sentence that he spat out. He said something like this,'Hi, i'm Screw and i was from VS. I'm a sprinter.' He said it in an arrogant manner. Okay, we accepted that first impression. Maybe he wanted to make a mark in the team. The problem with him is that he gave a 'superstar attitude' to the team. Ok, can you guys out there tell me who can endure such fucked up attitude? This is a team game you arse! Thus, he was detested by almost all the rugby guys. We just kept a friendly facade when he came to training because we didn't want to hurt his feelings. We tolerated his non-sense no more after some issue surfaced. We went hostile towards him in the field but never out of the field. Little did we know that his 'superstar attitude' was also portrayed outside the field, especially in the classroom and obviously the canteen. From there onwards, every where he went, we showed hostility. He was with us for one campaign but didn't play at all. Hurhur! Even Vickram got to play! (no offense Vick because he have the correct mentality and sportsmanship). Another thing is that he thinks he is suave. Ok, i admit he has the looks (but i am not a homosexual) but what is looks with ugly attitude? You will come back to ground zero dude! Ofcourse, girls will think he is gorgeous and suave but all the guys knew that he is a fake. Trying to impress. Ok, i talk to him in college because i can't be bothered to be on anybody's side. Let's just say i am a neutral guy. I still remembered one of the soccer guys told me that he almost fought with Screw over some issue and Screw threatened to bring down his friends who were gangsters. Can you believe that? For your information, Screw club a lot and he even confessed that he can enter almost all of the most hip clubs and pubs. Not only can he dance in the club, but he can also enter their VIP sections. I think it has something to do with him being a rich man' son. Thus, i guess from clubbing and socialising, he got to know the so called 'underground people'. He have the cheek to tell some of us about this. To make a long story short, he is deemed a larger-than-life guy in college and most guys abhored him.

(the body)
I keep in touch with his girlfriend even after i graduated from college because we were also from the same secondary school. One night, Nuts messaged me on MSN because Screw told Nuts to ask me about a rugby mate of us who died last Saturday. I told her that the guy died due to suicide. I even told her to tell Screw that we might be organising a testimonial match for our deceased buddy. This is roughly what i said,'Hey Nuts, you tell Screw that we might be organising a testimonial match for Chris. He can come down if he got balls.' She suddenly went berserk because i insulted her boyfriend. I was just jesting. I didn't mean to hurt his boyfriend's reputation or something. Then i told her about what his seniors wanted to do to him. Ever since we started to hate him, we wanted to break his limbs and what perfect timing it would be to break his limbs than in a testimonial rugby match between the seniors of 2004 and the juniors of 2004. Nuts was furious with me but i told her what most people think of him. And again, i don't side anyone. Nuts asked me the names of the seniors that wanted to hurt his boyfriend and ofcourse i will not betray my friends. I am loyal to my friends. We have fraternity unlike someone. Anyway, i think she might have told Screw about this. Later that night, at about 12 midnight, Screw called me and i was damn pissed. Doesn't his mother teach him not to call people after 10pm? Who wouldn't be pissed? I was watching a rugby match and a manchester united's match when he interupted me. I entertained him. He wanted to know the names of the seniors that wanted to hurt him and i asked him why. He told me that we wanted to settle the issue with them. Listening to his rude tone, i am sure he wanted to pick a fight with them. Even with me, he spared none of his rudeness. I felt irritated with his obnoxiousity but i remained cool and entertained him. Maybe i was too kind. I told him to forget all those old issue. Let them go. This is because it is of no use to let old matters resurface. I don't think some of the seniors would remember that they hated him in the first place. Hell, some might even have forgotten about him. Mike, he is nobody in school. It is just that he likes to feel he is somebody. Being nobody is somebody too you know. Haha. We seniors can't be bothered with all these shit stuff because there are bigger problems to tackle like the GCE A Levels. So we ended our conversation with him being disappointed because i didn't reveal the names of the seniors that were not on the same page as him.

(the climax)
So i wrote this on my nickname that night before i switched off my computer. It reads,'u called 2 ask who bad-mouthed u.im loyal 2 my fwens.u talked like u're great.who e fuck u think u r?dont mess with me.u dunno me.' Screw called me the next day to ask about my motive behind that nickname of mine in MSN but i rejected his call because i was amidst invigilating law theory test. I asked him whether he has any problem with my nickname through sms. I even ticked him off by saying that that nickname is mine and it is on my msn account that the nickname appeared at and not his. I have the right to put that nickname on my msn account. It is none of his business. He was obviously pissed off. He sms-ed me saying that he is disgusted with my attitude and doings and he said i am worse than Mondok(ok ok...Mondok is Sohail). Like what the hell is wrong with him? He called me to piss me off and now he said i am worse than Mondok. He told me to grow up, don't be a loser etc like as if i would care about his stupid remarks. Fuck off! He even said that i am not on par with his standard and that he do not entertain people below his standard. I have his sms in my phone to prove it to you guys. I told him that we must be humble and he told me this,'you can be humble coz that's where you belong. i'm not cut out to talk to you at that level man.i'm way beyond that'. So arrogant. He even told me that most jjc ruggers are losers, especially those who detest him. This is what he said,'who do you guys think you are? jjc ruggers! haha. My buddies are all national ruggers man. you can't even touch my level in your life.' Screw, it is your friends who are national ruggers and not you. Which club do you play for? Taekwondo Rugby Club? Puss In Rugby Boots Club? That Screw even told me that he is too damn fast for us to catch him to break his limbs. God, if he is so fast, why didn't he feature in any of our matches during our 2004 campaign? Is it because he is too fast that the coach didn't dare to put him incase he break the sound barrier and be blown to oblivion? Fuck him lah. Sprinter so what? He even told me that i am a loser, wanting to get to know this and that girl and the fact is that no girls wanted to get to know me. Huh? Isn't getting to know people the first step of either a great friendship or falling in love? Ok, i might not have the looks or the bods, but atleast i have the courage to get to know them. Yeah, you might say that i am fat and ugly but so what? When i was slim, hell, my body is fucking nicer than yours. My wings are bigger than yours. Don't mention my arms because your arms are like that of a praying mantis'.

(solution)
I gave him an ultimatum. I offered him to settle the issue the old school style; mano-a-mano, if he have balls. I told him that i'm a man of actions, i.e more actions and less talk. Guess what? As usual, he said no. This is what he said,'Haha. Say man..What for i take you on? Just gonna dirty myself. I already told you. I'm not at your level. Go ahead.. You're such a loser ahmad. Ha.' Haha. Coward. I hate this type of guys. Act good infront of girls but in actual fact, they are cowards. But Screw might argue that he is civilised and that was why he didn't want to fight. Hell, if we are all so civilised, the Allies wouldn't fight the Axis Of Evil to end WW2 and we might not even be here. You get what i mean Screw? You talk like as if you want to fight. So i offered you a duel and then you declined my offer. Fuck you lah! A while later, Screw sms-ed me again and this is what he said,'And one more thing. I'd be careful. Don't play all this violence shit with me. You're nowhere in the ranks Mad. Just be a good normal citizen. Or you'll get in trouble with the law. I'm in good contact with my friends at SSB (Secret Society Branch, a department part of CID). So don't play punk with me my friend. You'd just regret it :) You're with the police. You should know that right?? Only brainless gangsters would wanna fight. that isn't action. that's just stupid.' Oh yeah Screw, i forgot that i am a policeman. Shit, how could i be so forgetful? So you have friends at SSB? Hmm...who? SA to SSB? SSO at SSB? MSO at SSB? CSO at SSB? Haha. Yeah right. The only reason that they wanted you as a friend is that you have some information about other gangsters because you club often and you know a lot of people. They are using you Screw just like how Nuts is using you. Don't ever talk to me about your connection with SSB. You do not know the actual meaning of 'well connected'. Hahaha. Right or not SKP?(i know SKP is reading this blog right now).So i take those words of yours to be a threat. So i put it to you that you wanted to misuse the SSB for your personal gain and use them against me. You have to remember this Screw. I issued you a challenge but that challenge has nothing to do with secret societies or gangs. So the SSB can do nothing about it. Secondly, i haven't complete my invitation. Screw, i invite you to a legal fight at a dojo equipped with a martial artist as a referee and sparring guards and gears just for you and I. Is that illegal Screw? Can the law find fault with that Screw? Fuck you Screw. You always thing you are the greatest, the smartest, the most suave, the fastest, the most handsome, the tallest, the longest, the smelliest etc. You have to realise that there are others out there who are far better than you. There is this guy who is the greatest. In his eyes there is me. In me there is him. In him there's everything. Be humble Screw. We are just nobody Screw. Be humble. Be humble..

(moral of the story)
1)Always be humble
2)Money can't buy you LOVE
3)Money can't buy you happiness
4)Don't hunt what you can't kill
5)There is someone who is the greatest

(Quote of the day)
"Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once"
-- Julius Caesar (Act II, Scene II) by William Shakespeare

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What a week! So many things happened in a short time. First, a good buddy of mine died last Saturday and i just learned about his death yesterday. Very sad. My friends and I will be organising a testimonial rugby match for him. Team JJC Rugby vs SJI. I hope we can have the match. Our final bid of farewell for Chris. My friends and i watched the final first leg match of the Asean Football Championship at the Kallang National Stadium on the 31st January 2007. The very last soccer match being played at that historical stadium. What a match it was. Full of controversies and actions. Singapore won and i could not be any happier. Haha. The Thais are sore losers. No sportsmanship at all from them. Tomorrow is the final 2nd leg and i hope Singapore can lift the trophy for the third time. Haha. Finally met Karyn. Haha. She went for the final match too. Usually i am the shy type and would not approach girls but i do not know what made me want to meet her. I do not go out on dates and i do not meet up with girls either. I finally met the girl whom i crap and chat with for the past 9 months or so. Well, the rest is history. Haha. My department had a hiking trip to Macritchie and it was damn fun. I took a lot of pictures. Oh by the way, i am a Corporal now. Haha. I do not care about the rank. All i want is the extra cash that comes with the rank. Haha. Sigh. I have got nothing else to say. Enjoy the pics and video.

JJC Malaygangstars at National Stadium

Corporal Ahmad Fathi aka King Crippler

Peeing at an abandoned toilet at Macritchie

Sleeping like a log

Sir Stamford Fathi





This moment was taken when The Lions scored from the penalty kick in the Singapore vs Thailand match

C H R I S T O P H E R (1986 - 2007)

You i remember for your courage
In rain or shine
Through difficulty and happiness
You stood by us
When we were down
You were there
Cajoling
Pushing
We bled together
Our sweat mixed
Our pain shared
Our passion alike
But you were different
You always wanted to be different
Because you are Chris
We only know one Chris
Chris the Lion Heart
When you left us
You left a legacy
Eventhough you are gone
You will always be in our hearts
No matter what people say
There can only be one Chris

Dear Chris,

Hey bro. I still remember the time when we played against Hwa Chong JC Rugby Team. That was our crucial match and theirs too. Either we make or break in the A Division Police Rugby Cup. In the dying minute, our team needed a try and you pushed us all the way. Remember when we collapsed together after the final whistle to celebrate our victory? Those were the days. You and Aidil were magnificient. But you were the better guy because aside from technical skills, you have flair. I could still remember all the advices that you told me. You taught us a lot too in Rugby. You were the courageous one. We went through hell just to get what we wanted; the fourth spot in A Division Rugby Cup. We trained hard. Joked hard. Cried together. Bled together. You were my buddy. Hell, our buddy. Now that you have left us, we realise how precious life is. I hope you are fine now. No matter what others say, there can only be one Chris. Hey buddy, just want to let you know that we miss you. Once a Cougar, always a Cougar. Tamila, you take care! Till we meet again. Peace be upon you..

In Memory of Christopher (1986 - 2007)

Christopher was a darling amonst his rugby mates.
With his sublime skills and superb kicking,
he commaned the 3Qs alongside his no. 10.
His tackling is exceptional and his courage
is that of a Lion.
His committment is unquestionable.
He will remain in our hearts forever.
God bless Chris!