HISAP SUA

so how do i feel now that my shayang is 21?

i feel so damn fucking old...

though frankly speaking, without even a whiff of superiority or smarminess, i dont give a damn... my age that is...

hmmm wat happened when i turned 21...

Hard Rock Cafe Singapore, Taufik and me having a few jugs of beer... Jive Talking, the resident band playing in the background, while around me plenty of SQ stewardesses just hangin around... nope, nothing much happened... at 3am, closing time, we were off to have supper at Newton... yup just the two of us... you know, ikan bakar and all, the works... sure me met a couple of people over there and no i wasnt drunk... even though we did a couple of tequilas, if i remember correctly. but it was a pretty sober affair... and then it was 5am... and we had to go....

it was just another weekend...

what did i get for my birthday?

i dont remember anything... i did treat myself to a Fender US Strat...

and that's about it...

well, some well wishes from my parents... that's about it...

10 and a half years ago, i was 21.

anyway, happy birthday my dear... may your wishes come true and that you lead a truly gratifying life...

ok naomi, since you have asked, i shall oblige...

(in any case, i think its the kind of thing that i would do, now and then)

currently listening...
heaven by los lonely boys... have to learn that one for a future gig... currently transcribing the guitar score....

since i've been lovin you - led zep
a bluesy rock thing in the early 1970s... plant's wailing, page's sloppy chops, jones' booming bass and bonham's heavy drums.... you can actually hear the blood dripping in this one...
good to listen after a tiring day at work... preferably in the afternoons... o man, with coffee and chocolates and ciggies....

little wing - jimi hendrix
but please, never ever listen to the Coor's version, a good rendition would be by Stevie Ray Vaughn, an interesting one would be by Sting (in Nothing like the Sun) and a inspiring version would be by Zakk Wyylde...

i was 15 in 1988 when i heard this piece from this crazy friend of mine, Tony Especkerman, in his shabby room full of porn and cassette tapes... it moved my interest from bass guitar to lead guitar... that was when i first heard of the Fender Stratocaster...

if not because of the guitar, i wouldnt have failed my O levels....

not one to dance in your undies to but its a good one to stay in bed, naked and horny...

phantom of the opera - iron maiden
every time i got angry, this was the song that i turned to... though i wouldnt recommend the DiAnno original version BUT the Live After Death album version with Dickinson on vocals and McBrain on drums... a good way to release steam...

plus, Adrian Smith was the first guitarist i emulated...

spain - chick corea
the intro to Spain was magnificient... a prelude to king all preludes... Corea's own rendition of Angela before storming into the staccato, off beat, super fast riffs and melodies ...

saw this rendition performed life in Singapore by the Chick Corea trio, with John Patitucci on double bass and Vinnie Coliouta (did i spell it right?) on drums...

for those who do not know who chick corea is, he is the dude who played with Dave Grohl in either the Grammies or MTV music awards...

i listen to it only on special occasions... birthdays, public holidays... its a 'what is the meaning of life', piece of music....

well not really

as for the fifth one....there's so many of them...

how do they inspire me? musically, intellectually, spiritually... and the list goes one...

i have contemplated on pearl jam's Release, and Given to Fly... for obvious reasons...

soundgarden's Spoonman and Outshined...

Living Color's Funny Vibe

Miles Davis' So What

Louis Armstrong's Do you know what it means to Miss New Orleans

Stevie Wonder's Sir Duke

Tower of Power's What is Hip?

Average White Band's Pick up the Pieces...

well take your pick folks...

till then...


ok on another note...

see what did i tell you... Liverpool Won!!!! muaahahahahaa....

tired eyes... tired legs... numb hands...

that is what i have to content with for the past few weeks... maybe i am not just cut out for the current rigours of life... or to simply put it... i am to old for this shit...

well i need to build my fitness level again after long lapses in that area. perhaps in a week or two is a good time.

as many of you might have read from the gals blog about the Saturday debacle... well it is safe to say it is all clear now... for the time being...

i have just handed in the editing assignment this morning and despite its relative ease, i felt like a burden has been lifted... aka it didnt feel that easy... have no idea why... maybem just maybe i dont enjoy doing this assignment...

its an article... and a reflective essay... a 'reflective' what??!! you might ask...

precisely... that was the problem....

it has always been a problem, to talk about the essay that you have a return... what are you goin to say? that the piece that you have just written is 'fabulously constructed, ingenuity at its height, the writer's the mozart of writers'.... i mean you cant possibly say that... but neither can you say... 'this is a whole load of bullshit. the writer has absolutely no talent at all. and everything from the beginning to the end is utter crap that deserves it place together with toxic waste.'

so you see the problem?

ok maybe you dont... but at least you get the drift...

moving on...

someone said the other day that i have HSD - nah, not a family of HP or ISD .... but High Sexual Drive... she says its written in my face... ya... ma ass!!! well that is all i shall say for fear that anything that i say may incriminate me in a court of law... but i will oblige to personal interviews...

i any case, the point is, what an acronym!!! people have acronyms for everything... but why? it doesnt make them appear smarter or anything... in fact it reduces them to mere lazy koalas... you know, sleep 15 hours a day kind of thing and eat while awake... hmmm... come to think of it... not a bad life at all...ooo... if only i were a king...

for now i will only settle for the Raja of my own destiny...

ok you smuggy people... i dont care watever you say... but please put it well... have some dignity for god sakes!!!!

....

o yeah one more thing...

GO LIVERPOOL!!!!!

tonite is DA NITE!!!!

with all the bad advice that you get... it is no wonder that the relationship doesnt last long...

firstly let me summarise the weekend...

saturday's game:

against SERIBU 3-3

quite a good game actually, came back from behind 3 times... fighting spirit... well done...

after the game helped fadhil out with his thesis... ate at Taka's and then coffeed at Fast Eddy's ...

6pm dinner at Ciao Italia...

fabulicious!!!! i had sea food spaghetti... that is officially one of the best spaghetti sauce EVER!!!! o shit my stomach is churning right now... maybe its the cinnamon donuts...

after dinner, we had cupcakes at Angeline's place at Vic Park... then off for home...

Sunday...

game against Venice

9-1...

friggin bitch of a hell of gay ass cunt... (^&*%*^&%*^*.....

rain, wet, thunderstorm... dangerous...

well sorry guys, i guess u get the drift...

alrite

couldnt go for band practice cos the game was at 1...

couldnt do anything, half way thru the second half... my legs gave way...

anyway, waited for an hour for Jefri after the game... he went to the wrong place...

i couldnt call out, limped towards the student housing at curtin, searched for the public phone, found one, was used by this chick, calling overseas.... limped back to the field...

luckily someone offered his mobile... i am forever grateful...

Jefri came... off to my place... hungry...

wanted to finish up the moving quick, but due to rain, got noticed...

Azly's mother came up to me...

'Are you pissed at me?'

what can i say? well i am not dear maam... but staying here will strain my relationship with my girlfriend... so how am i supposed to put it to her? i have no idea... i just had to go...

for a good 5 minutes i stared at her... not knowing what to say... rain starts to pour... thunder, lightning..

gotta go...

so i moved my important stuffs... computer and most of my clothes... and of course pillows and quilts .... left my guitars behind... not priority for now...

moved the stuffs...

settled the stuffs... then off for dinner... yes almost forgot dinner...

had kebab... met an old friend who wasnt supposed to be in Perth...

then back to New Home...

ting ting!!!

2nd Round with Fadhil's thesis...

1hrs passed, 2 hrs passed...

gf arrives...

1 hr later...

gf gets cranky...wants to go home.. goes home....

Fadhil feels awkward...

'why did she go home?'

'i dunno..'

editing of the thesis completed.... Fadhil goes....

gf called....

blah blah blah....

'ok try to go to sleep for five minutes, and if not... come here...'

35 minutes later she arrives....

time; 3:58...

my legs are still weary...

happiness has never been so sweet... this weekend i get a new place... and when i get home (to singapore that is) i have a place to stay... my brother's...

woo hooo...

happiness, simply happiness...

on a random note...

her haircut wasnt that bad...

i wouldnt even think of laughin at her... not at a woman's hair...

a win at last...

on sunday, against a team called venice we won 3-2!!! ok not a flattering scoreline, however, if u are in team that has lost 4-0 and 7-1 respectively, we will do with a scrappy win. right???

in the first game, team captain Irwan (who is in Melbourne Honeymooning and wont be back till the 9th of June) provided a greatly flawed 5-3-2 formation... i mean unless we play a soak and strike game (counter attacking) then i dont think that strategy will work at all. i for one, have little understanding of that formation. i mean i can organise the defence, however the midfield needs to work too... indeed a 4-4-2 formation, i understand that system more. in that very game, i changed the system halfway, which worked for a while, but by the time, we were run ragged by the opposing team... Xmen... (funny name)...

the second one, quite expected. we had only 9 outfield players! naturally. but we discovered the sweet left foot of this one particular Jap bloke named Takashi... muuaaahhhahahhaaa.....

hence i had the inspiration for the following game...

ok 4 games to go...

Saturday 9am kickoff
Sunday 11am....

PS-my legs a bit wobbly. not sure whether its due to the sex or football... maybe a bit of both....

fuck man... we lost again...

ok for those not familiar with my footballing escapades, let me run by the sypnosis...

Sharkies is the name of my football team (yeah yeah... tacky name.. but didnt come up with them) .. made up of mostly my Indo brothers... and right now we are in a tournament... league format... top 2 team gets to go into the following round, the quarter finals, just like the champions league... (yeah like real...)

ok to cut a long story short... we damn fucking lost!!! ^%$#&$#^%$&*%!!!!!

7-1

well, we can be proud though. we played with 9 men. and no subs...

tomorrow... another 9am game...

we shall see...

why do i feel inadequate nowadays? i have been searching, not so far and not so wide, and found that it all boils down to one thing...

S-E-X

unashamedly i shall admit that sex is it. it is the thing that ticks and unticks my system nowadays.

why?

i think i have reiterated enough that a woman can make you feel like a dud or a stud. in other words it can be weak man or a superman.

when i was younger(not that i am OLD, mind you), that void could easily be filled with one-offs. but that is not the case now or rather for the past few years... after the end of my long standing relationship at the beginning of the millenium i had an epiphany of some sort. that it is better for me to focus on just one thing.

hmmm wat a brilliant idea!! why didnt i think of it earlier!!!

yes i wonder why too...

lately, i havent had fantasies with other women... is that alrite? or am i sick... perhaps i am... so this abodes well in the faithfulness section but doesnt in the being faithful section... you see, being strictly faithful would not only mean physically but also mentally. henceforth what that means is that the woman in your life will only occupy much of your negligible thinking time aka in the bus stop as you wait for the bus, in the bus journey if no one's with you for company, the time before you fall asleep, the time before you actually wake up, the time you have breakfast, lunch and dinner alone and so on so forth...


play of the day
Zaqy asks Iman after marriage solemnisation ceremony...

how is it Man?...

how does it feel to be a Bapak...isnt it nice to be a father?"

Chuckyyyyyyyy......didnt he just get married????? how would he know!!!

kebod-kebod...

maybe he had 'who's your daddy' in his mind...