Assumptions, Assumptions, Assumptions…

I laugh at both your friend’s and your stupidity for making assumptions cos “Assumptions is the mother of all fuck-ups!!!

I would not need to wait 3-4 days before hitting out at you in your blog using someone else or even myself to pose as an “Anon” when I could do it all at the comfort of my own or just by emailing you like what I did before. I’ve always pride myself in using my nick when I comment, be it in cyberspace or on air, and nothing’s changed even if I have to hit out at someone. I think those who know me close enough will know and can attest to that.

I certainly wouldn’t hit out at just you alone if you had bothered to read the message from “Anon” properly knowing fully well that pesky and insecured boyfriend of yours threatened me in his mail. That “Anon” hit out at just you only and since I know the true story of our correspondence, I would have hit out at him as well but I’m more classy than that to stoop to your level. I know where I stand and if people do not like my presence, why should I hang around and make myself a pest??? You are the victim of your own narrow-minded mentality…

My ego is still intact and I do not need to hide behind my girlfriend’s skirt nor ask someone else to do the vendetta for me, fine thank you, cos your stupidity overshadowed the abuse you dished out on me in your mail. Look who’s so into whom now… You are just so delusional and so into me, so to speak… Get a life…!!!

The Current Apple Of My Eye…

This past Monday saw Aida’s niece Nurin Diyanah turned 2. She is a darling now (not that she wasn’t previously), very cheeky, talkative but also has her moments of emotional angst and crankiness. For a 2 year-old, Aida and I believe she’s clever enough to do things that perhaps most kids her age might not have developed the instincts to do just yet. For instance, when her grandma sits down and folds the already-dried clothes, she would point out and say whose clothes, scarves or undergarments they belong to, even without us telling her beforehand, indicating what an observant girl she is. She also knows the cue to laugh at certain scenes in movies she’s watching without prompting. She can sit down and watch “Garfield” and “Robots” all day and not care about things going on around her. She is also an avid watcher of “Hi-5“, “Sesame Street” & “Krayon” (sis Nura will be pleased to hear). Nurin is musically-inclined and into pop music. Her shoulders and body will start to sway if there’s some catchy music on air with the odd ballad song thrown into the mix. Her personal favourites are V.E.’s “Pop Yeh Yeh” and Peter Pan‘s “Mungkin Nanti“…

I finished work early on Monday as I was undergoing a course and Aida took time off to shop for Nurin‘s gift. Since the little darling loves the character “Elmo” of “Sesame Street” fame, we both decided to get an “Elmo” soft toy for her from Forum The Shopping Mall‘s Toys R’Us store. We also bought a chocolate fudge cake from Secret Recipe on top of that. Bumped into our friend Mahmud and had a short tea session before making our way back to Aida’s place. It was only after Maghrib that we had the cake-cutting ceremony for the birthday girl. She clearly loved the attention and love showered upon her that night, not to mention the toy we bought for her. The toy is quite inseparable from her now.


Nothing grand… Just Chicken Murtabak and two cakes for the little one…


The birthday girl smiling sheepishly as we sang the birthday song to her…


Cutting the first cake…


On to the cake that we bought from Secret Recipe


“Feeding” her new friend…

Of late, I’ve been visiting friends at Changi Hospital along with my friends whom I’ve gotten to know through listening to RIA 89.7FM. We’re part of the large “Lanun Family“. Why “Lanun” some of you might ask??? Someone coined this term to describe the majority of listeners who are into rock music. Me??? I was sucked into the group even though my music preferences are R&B & Hip Hop. But the music tastes are secondary. It’s the company that we all treasure. Whenever we have gatherings, we’ll always have a good time laughing at one another’s antics and jokes. Well actually this was how we started off before a few factions decided to break away due to differences and misunderstandings.

Back to the visits, last week along with the others but minus Aida, I visited “Lan Tawei‘s” wife who is suffering from cancer of the nose and had to undergo surgery and subsequently chemotherapy. For someone still so young and good-looking, it struck me that such a major illness can hit us at anytime. We also visited a new listener “Man Badong” who is paralysed from the chest down. He has been paralysed from the chest down for 11 years now after falling from a ceiling while at work. When we visited him last week, he was surprised at the large turnout (there were 10 of us) but was still thankful to have made friends out of total strangers he listens to every day on air. He underwent a surgery to his leg due to infection incurred from his paralysis.

On Tuesday, in a smaller group than last week but including Aida this time around, we visited “Zul Devil‘s” mother “Datin Raemah” who has been suffering from continuous fever of late. From there, we visited “Man Badong” again, but not before we got wind that the nurses at his ward were cute. Hahahaha… I really admire his courage in facing life and he was in high spirits when we visited him. I know he enjoyed our company judging by the din and laughter we created. It was a good thing the nurses did not chase us all away. And speaking of the nurses, nah they weren’t as cute as we had heard. Anyway we visited him not because of the nurses, but to see his condition after the surgery. The nurses, if they were what we heard they were prior to the visit, were just a side bonus. Honest!!!

I’m really thankful for your kind visits to my humble “manor”, my dear visitors. Words cannot describe my gratitude and appreciation for taking the time to read my long-winded ramblings. Even though some of you prefer to be passive readers and tend not to comment, I am still grateful that you do take the trouble to read them. Not to mention that a large majority of you are quite open-minded and tolerant to some of the things I talk about. However there are the odd few who seem to have had a field day slamming yours truly lately.

I’d rather the criticisms be constructive, substantial and with ample proof rather than beating about the bush with no concrete evidence to back them up. Branding me a “social predator out for hanky-panky liaisons” just because a majority of my blog links are female bloggers is kinda laughable and makes one appear one-dimensional. I think we all know females make up a majority in our local Malay blogosphere community. That is evident in most of our links am I right??? I would like to welcome more male bloggers in my links but they are sometimes too expressive to the point they run foul of the law or they are just sprouting nonsense which yours truly abhors.

Anyway a large majority of the female bloggers in my blog links are either married or attached and if I was supposed to be out for some sexcapades, I wouldn’t even say that I’m due to get married or keep on harping that I’m always with my partner when I go out. Most of you too can attest to the fact that I’ve done no funny shenanigans like asking you guys out on secret rendezvous. Really, such baseless comments are best read and thrown into the Deleted Items folder of my Outlook Express. Not worth my time stooping down to such low-level crass. I’m too classy to respond with equally rude vulgarities, bile and over-zealous venom. Oh and not to mention reading too much into my profile, especially the part where I said I get turned on by intellectual beauties hence the various branding of names. I might lose a link but I don’t lose sleep over it nor get so hard up about it.

All I can say is a big “THANK YOU!!!” for exalting me to a status that is beyond my wildest imaginations and the vile abuse given. What matters now is the friendship I’ve forged with you my dear readers, and I intend to uphold that through the respect that we have made through visiting and commenting in each other’s blogs. Sticks and stones might break my bones, but words will never hurt me, especially when it contain lies and endless fibs…

Two Carnivals In A Day…

First of all, I apologise for the lack of updates. Not that I have nothing to talk about but I was quite busy with my own commitments and helping a cousin in need and when I wanted to use the PC at home to blog, my pesky younger sister needed to use it for her school project. So I thank you for being patient enough to wait on my next posting.

Before I move on, I would just like to thank each and everyone of you who had commented on my last entry, the supposed experiment on my usage of Malay, which I had long wanted to do. Contrary to what most of you had complimented, I think I’ll be the first to admit that on hindsight, the entry sounded a bit exaggerated, it was not natural and it ended up sounding like a poem. You might say that I should have used street language instead but I’m the kind who prides myself to pen my thoughts either in proper English or proper Malay, as opposed to speaking it orally. Since most of you felt that the language used was a bit too difficult to comprehend (even though it sounded normal to me), I guess it will be sometime before I pull off such a stunt again. It’s like striking the lottery if I were to do it again… *grin*

Singapore is quite a “carnival” country ain’t it??? There will always be some form of carnival going on like once every 2-3 months somewhere around the country. Then we being so family-oriented or curious over what’s in store, would set aside time, just to savour on whatever games, freebies, displays and exhibits they have in store. Well I’m sure you will know what I would be talking about next. Yes, it’s about the Carnival @ Marina event from 6th-14th August. I had commented about how I was disappointed most of the games stations had closed when I went there with Aida and my colleagues on the eve of National Day, so Aida and I went there again last Saturday to savour what we did not get to see the other night.

We reached the place close to noon, only to find those stations that I had badly wanted to try out, notably the Flying Fox was out of bounds, as in there was no one manning the station. The Bungee Trampoline station had an age limit I think, judging by the kids who were seen playing on it. In the end I had to make do with playing the X-Box console at the X-Box Gazebo station. Played my favourite Winning Eleven 8 football game against some guys who joined in. From there, we made our way to the Static Display area.

There, we saw some of the vehicles and equipment used by our Army, Air Force, Navy & the Home Team. I even met two of my ex-campmates who were there on duty. After three and a half years leaving the Army, I was surprised there were new things that have been incorporated of late to the service. Mobile equipment like Field Kitchen, Field Refrigerator, Field Laundry and Field Sanitary are some of the new things that have been recently adopted. These equipment are basically used on long deployments or missions and came into prominent use when the Tsunami tragedy broke out last year. I dunno if they are also used during in-camp trainings. I hope they do cos I cannot stand without bathing for three days out in the fields. Below are the pics I took of the mentioned equipment:

As the weather was hot and we were perspiring, going into the Battle Command Centre was a welcome change as the tent where it was situated, was air-conditioned. I enjoyed cooling myself more than looking at the command centre. There was even a booth showing satellite photos of our residential areas and I was impressed the satellite feeds captured the details of my area down to a T. What I was most impressed about was the feed of the football field next to my block. Like normal neighbourhood football fields, it was damaged. “Was” because the feed was captured in January and the field has since been returfed. The feed showed the exact shape of the damage done to the field. Impressive huh??? By the way, the research team and the captured feeds are based at the research centre, situated at the National University of Singapore.

From there we made our way to where the sound of firing machine-guns were heard. Keen to rekindle memories of my National Service days, I participated at the Urban Fighter station. Here we were divided into groups of four and we had to shoot the other team and seize our flag which was erected in the middle of the obstacle course. Using the Singapore Assault Rifle of the 21st Century (SAR-21), we had to shoot the sensors attached to our opponents. Likewise we were also wearing them for our opponents to shoot us. I was shot but I was still the hero who seized our team’s flag when our “adversaries” had their guard down. I felt like a kid at the obstacle course. The pictures below don’t lie…

We left the place quickly as we had another carnival to go to. After washing up and saying our Zuhur at Moulana Mohd Ali Mosque, we took a cab to Fort Canning, where RIA 89.7FM & Warna 94.2FM were organising “Karnival Muzik“. To tell you the truth, I was only there to watch hip-hop group Bonafide Vintage F’lava and the Unsangkerables, made up of our own comedians Ishak Ahmad, Arif S Shamsudin, Alias Kadir and Hamzah Adon. Aida and I left once Unsangkerables‘ slot ended which was about 6:10pm. I was also rushing home as I did not want to miss the opening match of the Barclays English Premier League season featuring Everton and my beloved Manchester United. A good thing I did not stay long at the carnival, as something “eventful” and shameful happened after the concert ended. How I wish I could describe what happened but as I was not there, it is not fair to relate nor comment further. All I can say is that it was a shameful incident, one that should not have happened in full view of the people who were there.

Oh yes, Aida and I went to savour the last night of the Fireworks Festival after all. And we watched the show from the Esplanade Bridge along with my colleague Azhar, his darling Farhana and his mum, whom we bumped into straight after Maghrib prayers at Moulana Mohd Ali Mosque. Azhar had been coy about his partner prior to the meeting, but he could not hide this time around. I was surprised that since it was the first time we met, Farhana did not look out of place and was very friendly, chatty and affable throughout. They look meant for each other and we all had a great time getting to know one another through dinner after that.

Nothing eventful happened this past week… Well actually something did happen yesterday morning. The RIA listeners fraternity was rocked by the apparent exodus of arguably the “most popular” group of listeners to have been formed in RIA‘s 15-year history. Though we do not know what transpired the apparent walkout of half the group, it is widely believed that it has got something to do with the shameful incident that happened last Saturday at Fort Canning after the “Karnival Muzik” had ended. Those who used to be close to the group predicted months ago of a self-disintegration waiting to happen and happen it did, though we do not know for sure what were the reasons behind it.

I don’t think it is fair for me to comment but since the remaining group members chose to wash the dirty laundry on air yesterday, then they were just allowing others to talk about it, which is what yours truly is doing right now. As a listener, I’m quite peeved for the fact that the remaining members of the group sounded cynical and vengeful towards those that left the group through the dedications and sms-es sent, whereas I did not hear one single bad word coming from those who walked out on the group. Which made me wonder, perhaps there could be more than meets the eye, that lead to the mass walkout. Which then made me ponder and reflect, thinking perhaps the comments I made about them in my blog back in March, could be justified and vindicated after all on hindsight… I dunno but I’m not one to gloat over somebody else’s grief, nor be pompous to say, “I told you so…” I sincerely hope that either parties could pick up the pieces and move on, rather than harbour any grudges against one another.

I just hope that whatever has happened, could turn out to be a blessing in disguise, in that it would signal the end of the cold war between the listeners that had started when the group was first formed last year. I still loved the first 2 months of the getting-to-know period when everyone was close to the other and nothing could go wrong. The friendship and bond was justified when about 50 of us listeners swarmed Singapore General Hospital to visit one of the listeners who had undergone a surgery. It showed the camaraderie we used to have, like one big happy family. But sadly, it was not to be and till now, most of us felt the emergence of such a secluded faction divided the listeners in friendship, ideologies, attitudes and mentalities…

An Experiment…

Teman…

Usahlah dirimu digamit kehairanan dengan pendekatan ku kali ini. Bukan niatku untuk mempersendakan dirimu, malah kehadiran ku kali ini telah lama ku rancangkan tetapi tidak tahu bagaimana harus ku membuka langkah. Aku sangsi, sekiranya langkah-langkah kecil yang aku orakkan ini kelihatan sumbang. Aku risau, sekiranya penggunaan kosa-kata ku amat terbatas dan aku gentar sekiranya rangkaian ayat-ayat yang aku titipkan ini terlalu banyak kekhilafan…

Aku bukanlah seorang pujangga bahasa, bukan pendekar bangsa, bukan perwira negara, bukan pahlawan agama. Aku ibarat bintik-bintik habuk yang berterbangan di udara, sama seperti mu jua teman. Eksperimentasi ini bukanlah sesuatu yang hakiki, ia hanyalah percubaan sementara, mengisi ruang kekosongan sewaktu diriku ketandusan ide untuk mewacanakan segala yang terbuku di fikiran, untuk mentintakan peristiwa & detik yang memberi sesuatu impak dan kenangan dalam perjalanan kehidupan ini.

Sekalung budi ku hadiahkan buat saudari Lin, kerana memberi ku inspirasi untuk berbicara di dalam bahasa ibunda. Sejuta kemaafan ku hulurkan seandainya penguasaan bahasa ku terbatas. Ku harap, tiada sesiapa yang tersinggung, apalagi terkejut dengan perubahan mendadak ini. Seperti yang telah ku katakan, ini hanyalah satu eksperimentasi. Bukan perubahan hakiki…

Selamat berhujung minggu duhai teman…

Suckers For Fireworks…

I guess for those who know me and Aida well, know that we’re suckers for any fireworks display on this island. So much so that even LizaNoor, remarked in her entry last week that we both should have fireworks for our wedding at the end of the year. Hahahaha… Not a bad idea huh??? But who’s gonna sponsor that???

Last Saturday marked the opening of the National Day Carnival at Marina South. Due to prior commitments, we did not get the chance to view the exhibits on display. But we did make plans to at least catch the Fireworks Festival, which was due at 8pm. Seeing that the best place to view them was at Marina Promenade, we made our way there once Maghrib was said at Moulana Mohd Ali Mosque at UOB Building. A huge crowd had already gathered outside the Esplanade along the promenade, but since there was talk of low-level fireworks this time around, I was sceptical if we could catch them from there. So I told Aida to move on till we surpassed the Benjamin Sheares Bridge. The moment we walked underneath the bridge, the fireworks went off. Cameras, video cameras and camera phones were whipped out by the majority who watched, including yours truly. These were what we managed to get:


As you can see from the pictures we took, even from such a close distance, we could not get much of the low-level fireworks. We weren’t satisfied by the 13-minutes display. So we came back for an encore on Monday night. Along with my colleagues Jun, Shah, Shah’s friend Mai, and Aida (I felt like a pimp daddy that night, being the only thorn amongst the roses), we set off for the carnival and reached there about 9pm. We were quite disappointed that most of the stalls had closed for the day, so we could not try the fun stuff like the Flying Fox & Bungee Trampoline. My colleagues were more inclined on seeing the uniformed guys. I told them earlier in the day that I would wear my Army garb, just to soothe their “tortured” souls, which they duly turned down and said they would make sure they are 20 miles away from me if I did that. Girls… *shakes head* Hahahaha…

We were even more disappointed that being a national event, the Countdown concert was dominated by Chinese artistes. Even the comperes spoke in Mandarin most of the time. The only time I remembered them speaking in English was when Taufik came on stage and during the countdown itself. I’m deeply saddened that all those talk about racial integration was not practiced at an event to celebrate the nation, its people and its progress. They should have respected the minorities there and we personally felt ostracised. At least have the decency to speak in English, which everyone understands.

Disappointed and tired from walking, we parked ourselves at the Marina South Park directly behind the stage area but further up, facing the Marina Bay. We spent about 40 minutes chatting away and taking the mickey out of one another. We were absolutely delighted that the fireworks came off directly opposite us. The shells were shot over at the opposite bank about 300m away, so we had the best spot. Don’t believe??? Enjoy the pics…

Once the fireworks display ended, we made our way to the boarding bay, but not before stopping on our tracks when AhliFiqir‘s name was mentioned as the next act of the countdown concert. I immediately ran into the concert area leaving the gals behind. You guys should have seen me ran in. I think the sight of me swinging my hips and arms are still etched in the girls’ minds. The girls did not go in as the concert area was muddy from the earlier downpour.

AhliFiqir was excellent. I speak not because I’m a fan, but because they really showed their mettle to the point, even the other races amongst the crowd were seen dancing away to their songs. For the record, the group performed Pesta, AhliFiqir & 7 Penyamun and the massive hit Angguk-Angguk Geleng-Geleng. I’m extremely proud of them for making waves in Malaysia and I’ve never regretted liking them since they first came out with their single in 2002.

The journey home was a long one. Not only because there was a long queue at the boarding bay, there was also a human jam at the Marina Bay MRT Station. We decided to take the Night Rider bus outside the St. Andrew’s Cathedral bus-stop. However, Jun and Shah did not flag the bus, so we had to wait almost 30 minutes for the next bus to arrive, much to my irritation as I was already feeling sleepy. But I did not want to spoil the mostly jovial mood we had throughout the night, save for the countdown concert, so I made a joke out of it. I gave them the benefit of doubt too since the stupid bus driver had kept the bus on the second lane instead of the first lane. We all reached home about 3am, tired but happy that at least we had the best spot of the night. I’m still contemplating whther to go this Sunday night for the penultimate display of the Fireworks Festival at the same area since I have football in the evening… Hmmm…..

The 2nd Coming…

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages…
The moment you’ve all been waiting for…
The time is now…
Behold…
The return of…
Da’ KRUsader’s Manor…!!!

I could not have chosen a better date to kick off this second coming. A day we, as one united people, celebrate the 40th birthday of a country we hold so dear and close to our hearts. It’s an honour and great pleasure to be finally back in this blogging scene. I apologise to my legion of faithful readers for the sudden and abrupt “disappearance”, due to unforeseen circumstances. For those who know the reason, I hope it stays a secret between us, and for those who do not know, it’s best that I keep things to myself. Things are already complicated as they are. I’m just glad that everything’s back to normal and that I can continue feeding you, my sidekicks, my posses, with insights of what the KRUsader has experienced through the course of his life, his thoughts, his ponderings, in short what he calls his “mind craft“…

Stay freaky with da’ G, Baby!!!