Revealing me..

Don't blame me for not understanding you, it's just my sign.. hehe..

The Lion
July 23 to August 22

Traditional
Leo Traits

Generous and warmhearted
Creative and enthusiastic
Broad-minded and expansive
Faithful and loving

On the dark side....

Pompous and patronizing
Bossy and interfering
Dogmatic and intolerant

23 July 1976

I feel famous just for being born on this date.

Hey, Omar Epps, Theo Van Gogh, DANIEL RADCLIFFE!! :D

No wonder my sister likes me.. hehe.. (at least I think she does)

It shows that I've not had much time for myself or the bloggers whose links I create on my blog. Nor had time to improve on the outlook of the blog although I do always complain that this template leaves too much room to expand and that the space provided for text and pictures are just too small.

But I did try today to move to a new template but they don't seem to fit well into my existing postings to the point that I will have to edit what postings I had before to make it fit. It was tiring enough to do that the first time, I'm not about to do it again so here's the same outlook and layout, for until I find a different courage and boost and probably a new blogsite too.

Speaking of which, I found out that there are more than just the templates listed in blogspot. Saw one from Queen's blog that made me stress to no end, trying to scroll through the archive. I scroll through archives very often to find out on news I've missed. That keeps me in touch with people I know.

Yes, there are also those who say, "Stop being like those typical bloggers who write about family and hubby and kids and etc.", which to them I say, write your own blog la dei!! This is mine and I write as I please.

Also found out that someone's been harassed (though I know not how and why) that resulted in her 'closing down' her blog and deleting her friendster account. Now I have one less featured friend on my list.

Also got to know that people moved, here and there and someone I know went light headed and had to be admitted. Little little stuff but helpful nonetheless.

I'm not about to vow to read my bloglist daily but I'm just happy that I started one. I don't have a blog counter and whatnots that would allow me to see the number of hits and where the hits come from and just still too lazy to add one.

Just had a conversation that killed the mood to write.

22 June 2008

Heh.. bukan la tarikh keramat ke apa ke.. Just thought of using it as a title to this blog. I went to RMC that day, for the annual OP-PP games. For those who have not known an Old Putera before, OP is what we former students of RMC are known as. While in RMC, it's Putera and once graduated, Old Putera. The OP-PP games are held annually and at the alma mater. On some occasions, we would have airshows and some other times, there'd be celebrities but normally, it'll just be merry OPs with their families, batchmates and some would be daring enough to bring their future housemates.

Don't get me wrong. It's alright to have girls over there, even if it's an all-boys 'school'. The College administration has never restricted access to the gentler species so long as they don't end up in the boys' dorms. It's just that OPs, being OPs are more keen on catching up with each other and reminisce the good times that they tend (more often than not) to not remember that they're with someone else. On that Sunday, I observed a group of young OPs having a good chat while a girl walks on her own, occasionally stealing a look at that group. When the YOPs relocated to a gazebo, the girl followed, only to stop short because there weren't enough seats. The last I saw, the girl was walking along the pavement bordering the slope that leads to the golf course. And a boy was walking briskly towards her.

A mother of 5 who married an OP remarked, "I dah give up dah dengan all these OP events. When these people meet, it's as if they're by themselves, kita wives ni kena make ourselves comfortable,"

Heh.. :)

Anyhow, going there, I took the opportunity to snap some pictures with my darling P750 (yes, it's a phone :D) and the Z610i. Somehow in the excitement of having lunch, I forgot to take pictures of the scenery. Kalau jadi bookie, siap boleh teropong tengok kuda mana yang menang minggu tu.

We left early that day. I sprained my back from basketball and my brother had something else to do. It'd normally be a dawn-to-dusk event but with other commitments and to aid my back, we left at 4. The OP won basketball and takraw and most probably some other games as well. You'd have to be one to know.

Pictures!

Okay.. Lets start with this one. In RMC, we do not have houses. We have companies. A company is a military unit, typically consisting of 75-200 soldiers. Most companies are formed of three to five platoons although the exact number may vary by country, unit type, and structure. Several companies are grouped to form a battalion or regiment, the latter of which is sometimes formed by several battalions. (source: Wikipedia)

I was from Echo Company. The company flag used to be just coloured cloth with the company letter at the top but they have now included the crest on the flag. There are eight companies in RMC, letters from A to H although I have a friend who insists that he's the supreme leader of I Company..

These guns were salvaged from a navy vessel and placed in front of Pintu Munip. On the other side of Pintu Munip is Pintu Osman (taken from General Tunku Osman)

The building was formerly occupied by army cadets and faces the parade square and administrative office. Since the cadets returned to PD, the building, parade square and administrative offices are now under the jurisdiction of RMC.






















This is the Dewan Tun Templar. Our RSM/DSM fondly calls it Dewan DTT, like double dewans. It was where I took my SPM exams and here's also where the co-op is. The actual name for the co-op escapes my memory for now. The co-op is better known as TKR or Tabung Kebajikan Rejimen. This co-op is run and managed by the non-commissioned officers' cooperative where proceeds go to their funds for future use. That black car, I lyyyyyke :D

The pyramid outside Dewan DTT. The camera missed the number "50" above the globe to signify 50 years of RMC.








































































This picture is taken with (not in frame) the Dewan Tun Templar on my right and the administrative building on my left. In this frame is the (formerly) computer lab and makmal kimia building (top of the hill, fore), science labs and form 4 & 5 classes (top of the hill, back) and the library and IT Lab (left of the roundabout).

This is also a new addition. The roundabout used to be barren with only grass. Unknown to many, at the base of this roundabout is a time capsule planted by Tun Ling Liong Sik in 2007. The capsule is due to be unearthed in 50 years time @ 2057.

- to be continued. Kerja banyak sangat kat opis.. haha..

"HOME OF FUTURE LEADERS"

Random - The Night That Never Would've Ended

The three

.. if not because the shop had to close..

It was a random meet that was originally planned to happen the week before but being Dawud and his commitments, it happened that night. It was a good thing too because with that, Ahmed was able to join us while on his Malaysian tour. Ahmed you see, is a Somali who was conceived, raised and is now living in the UAE. I met and knew Ahmed while we were both studying engineering at IIU and extended the friendship when I happened to see him at the City Center while I was having lunch with my father at China Times, Deira City Center.

If you happen to arrive in Dubai and had the time to visit the City Center, do visit China Times. Nice food, generous portion and lets just say I like to look at a certain server there.

Back to the story, after work that day, I returned to Plaza Berjaya to visit Ahmed and meet Akram at Times Square's Chicken Rice Shop. Duduk borak kat situ pastu lepas Akram sudah makan, went to Starbucks down there where we met Akram's friend whom Ahmed wanted to have business deals with.

Long story short, everything ended and we were just sitting at the tables when Dawud called asking of my whereabouts. That was at 10pm. Told him where I was and he asked us both to meet him at Rawsha. Orhan would be there too. Orhan is an Albanian living in Macedonia. Father of one boy. Dawud has three, two boys and a girl.

Like I've said before, I'm very much a sucker for Arabic food. It's just a wonder why I'm not as crazy over their girls, haha.. So had some small supper and talked. Most of what we talked about cannot be republished here for content censorship but suffice to say that we had so much to talk about that the waiter had to approach our table to tell us they're closing..

I was up late on all nights that Ahmed was here and I guess the late night-normal day combo gave my body lesser time to rest and recuperate. That's 5 days and 4 nights. I had diarrhoea from Sunday to Tuesday after he left.. Wonder if it's related.

So here are the shots taken that night, with everyone but me in the picture. Go ask Orhan why he has those poses. Pictures taken 14/06/08. It's the P750, pictures don't look too good with it. A real camera would've done justice.