VI lost to a bunch of GIRLS!

Forgive me but they're not just ANY bunch of girls, they're the band from Sekolah Menengan Kebangsaan Sultanah Asma. And they're not just any school band, they've also won the 5th International Music Festival in Giulianova, Italy in 2004.

So, to put it mildly, VI didn't just lose to some girls, they lost to an award winning band from a girls' school.

Where? It all happened at the Merdeka Stadium at the grand finals of the inaugural Kuala Lumpur World Marching Band Competition 2007. They lined up a total of 10 finalists and although Thailand won the competition, Malaysia was in 2nd and 3rd places with Sultanah Asma and VI respectively. They had a panel of 8 international judges (none of whom are from Malaysia) and I agree with their judgement when choosing Sultanah Asma.

Unfortunately I don't have pictures to show but if I did, it wouldn't do justice. Only a movie recording would be able to give justice and show the outstanding performance put up by these three winners.

Sultanah Asma went away with USD10,000 for winning the Malaysian category and being runner's up in the international category while VI amassed USD6,000 (I think) for being runners up in the Malaysian category and being second runners up in the international category.

Patutnya tengok dari awal with all the preliminary rounds and the side competitions, baru best.

It was.. FUN!

Ok, ok.. before anyone asks, here's the link to SMK Sultanah Asma's video. Mind you this wasn't the one at KLWMBC 2007 but the routine was similar, if not the same.
Link 1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C7hUTCw-X8E
Link 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ifd1KF_noAQ

The Lagu, The Cerita and The Conclusion..

Dalam masa tiga hari ni, dah 50-100 kali dah lagu ni aku dengar. It has so far managed to topple my like for Uncle Hussain's Lagu Untukmu. I can not seem to get over it, sampai gi keluar pun terdengar lagu ni lagi. I've not burnt it on CD since I'm compiling songs I like when I'm in that mood.

Tapi dalam banyak-banyak lagu tu, ada pulak Destiny's Child's Check On It.. haha.. Well, not really a mood-song but it's one of those that I can listen to over and over and over again at one time. Moved on to other songs by now and opening my ears again.

I know how to download movies and where to get them but mp3? That's a whole new thing for me. I've even downloaded video clips instead of the song! Ish, shy la like this.

Today's a no work day. My boss' boss doesn't work Fridays and my boss decided to call it an off day too. Just as well since he was contacted by his boss earlier this morning saying that we don't have to go to work. Now don't you get all jealousy and stuff.. This is the calm before the storm. When the storm approaches, we'd be pretty busy and when it does get here, I'll be having laaaaaate nights, I assure you. Well, those nights might be me alone since the company doesn't really work late nights.

Woke up almost half past six due to the tummy cleaning concoction I had last night. Slept again after 7am and after I updated my Warbook Kingdom. Hey, any of you play warbook on facebook? I'm PercikKing or how la I spelt it, I don't remember.

I went online after Friday prayers today to reload my Celcom. Completed the transaction then logged out. Did stuff and wondered why the phone hasn't received any message. Kan bila kita reload kita dapat message yang kata reload accepted or successful. I was waiting for that. Then I realised that it does not happen that way if reload is done online then I went online and searched for recent internet transactions. Lucky for me, they have the serial number of my previous transaction as well. Kalau tak, rugi limaploh hinggit gitu-gitu je..

Tonight's futsal night. Fizin secured the BIG field!! WAAAAAAHhh.. Belum pernah lagi main kat padang besar, it'll be a wonderful experience this time. I texted Ridza and AJ among others, to invite them as well. Ye la, kalau dengan the normal crowd of 8-10 people, mengah la main kat padang besar. Kalau ada orang ramai sket, boleh main 7 atau 8 satu side.

Had a meeting with Osh and Hussein just now, with my dad. I was as usual, the quiet one. Listening, observing and giving the occasional nod, smile, laugh and "hmm.." Gitulah biasanya kalau duduk kat meeting yang memang takde benda yang nak dibincangkan. Kalau cerita pasal benda yang aku tau, rancak je jadinya.

What's the intention of this blog? Nothing in particular. I'm still envious of people who can write with substance rather than just to tell stories like I do..

5 tahun dan lebih..

Aku dulu sekolah asrama. Semua family aku sekolah asrama penuh, kecuali Khalisah. Khalisah special sikit sebab dia belajar di sekolah antarabangsa. Lain zaman, lain waktu, lain orang, lainlah rezekinya..

Ayah, Abang dan aku belajar di MTD, Sungai Besi. Mama di TKC, Seremban. Kakak ipar aku, Azlina, di SMAP Labu. Oh, Julina pun belajar di SMAP Labu. Faizal Arif pun di SMAP Labu (rasanya). Ayah dan Mama graduan USM, jurusan komunikasi massa. Abang, aku dan kakak ipar aku dari UIA. Abang dan aku jurusan kejuruteraan, kakak ipar aku jurusan pengurusan perniagaan. Khalisah baru mula belajar dan mengambil jurusan komunikasi massa juga.

Kalau ditanya orang-orang yang pernah belajar di sekolah berasrama penuh, memang banyak yang boleh diceritakan. Dalam banyak-banyak cerita itu, mesti ada terselit kisah di dewan makan ataupun cerita berkisarkan 'kesengsaraan' menghadapi hidangan pemakanan di sana. Kicap bukan kicap, Milo bukan Milo, mentega dalam tin sebesar tin Milo 5kg dan mee goreng sarapan pagi kadang-kadang tu boleh tergigit garam sebesar penumbuk!

Ada kisah roti yang keras sekeras batu dan kisah pecah masuk stor dewan makan atas sebab kelaparan. Pernah terjadi ketika aku di tingkatan 3, pelajar tingkatan 5 ditangkap memasuki dewan makan. Apabila disoal, diberitahu bahawa mereka kelaparan. Komandan pada ketika itu Kolonel Hussein bin Yusoff (anak bongsu dia lawa!). Senior-senior aku tu diberi amaran keras tapi tidak diambil tindakan. Adalah menjadi tanggungjawab pihak pentabiran untuk memastikan bahawa anak-anak jagaan mereka mendapat peluang pemakanan yang secukupnya dan Kolonel Hussein sedar akan itu.

Kisah Kolonel Hussein ini banyak. Dialah yang mengujudkan pertandingan kelas terbersih (yang mana kelas aku menang tersangatlah banyak kalinya dan dapat habuan KFC pada setiap bulan kemenangan). Dia amat suka membuat lawatan diluar waktu kerja dan jangkaan kami. Dia aktif dan berpandangan jauh. Sayang sekali, jodohnya tidak lama dan dia bersara selepas mendapat satu bintang.

Selain daripada cerita hal makan dan dewan makan, pasti juga ada kisah-kisah seram yang pernah diceritakan dari seorang ke seorang yang lain dan tak kurang juga melalui pengalaman sendiri. Aku kira aku amat bernasib baik kerana tidak pernah melalui pengalaman itu secara terus tapi pernah juga terlibat menahan seorang yang dirasuk daripada keluar bilik (dikhuatiri terjun bangunan) bersama 8 orang yang lain. 1 lawan 9. Hebat.

Tapi, kesemua cerita dan pengalaman aku di sekolah berasrama penuh kurang nikmatnya jika dibandingkan dengan pengalaman terakhir aku pada tahun 1993. Nak tahu? Haa, tungguuuuu... ;)

*ehem..* -to be continued-

Kisah yang eeeee!!

Aku pandu kereta itu
Aku ada tempat tuju
Sampai selekoh jalan itu
Jatuh ia di depan cermin kereta aku

Dia menari melawan angin
Aku ngeri geli geleman
Dia menari atas cermin
Aku gelabah seorangan

Aku pandu kereta itu
Cepat-cepat laju-laju
Sampai tempat aku tuju
Aku keluar kereta itu

Aku geli masih lagi
Dia menari tanpa henti
Aku pinjam kayu jaga
Tolak ia jatuh kereta

Aku geli dan duduk jauh
Usha kereta, usha jalan
Aku dengar ia jatuh
Tapi bayang pun tak nampak depan

Masih geli aku ini
Tunggu dulu ia pergi
Paksa diri masuk kereta
Cepat-cepat pergi dari sana

Aku ngeri bukan apa
Kereta banyak lubang, nanti muncul tiba-tiba
Aku tau dia tak bahaya
Tapi belum kena, belum tahu rasa

Itulah ular atas kereta
Mana datang, aku musykil
Nasib baik tak gelabah gila
Ish, interview crocodile hunter sure fail!

Aku bukan benci binatang
Yang lembut, lembik dan yang bertulang belakang
Cuma aku belum biasa
Berhati-hati sebelum terkena.

Alasan je tu sebenarnya
Lipas pun lagi aku geli
Cemana la nak jadi hero perkasa
Nak jadi protector untuk isteri

Takpelah, kalau aku tak mampu begitu
Harap dia lebih tegar
Kalau dua-dua pun macam tu
Panggil je pest control ke, bomba ke, biar depa yang kejar!

Selamat siang semua
Indah rasanya ini dunia.

p/s: benda tu jadi bulan 9 dulu, masa bawak myvi, kat junction Jalan Jelatek dengan Jalan yang ke Sri Rampai tu. Jatuh dari pokok kot.. mm..

A twist of fate, a tale of late..

Salam People,

As it turned out, the simple visit I had earlier became an interim job offer. Well, they didn't actually offer me before I asked to join but they accepted me into the forming team nonetheless. I've been going to work in Shah Alam daily since November something (last week of November, malas nak tengok kalendar :P) with the exception of Thursday and Friday last week, due to a fever - revisited.

I guess He works in many mysterious ways, getting us what we want albeit in a different form. I feel that this is a good opportunity for me to prove some sick old man wrong (hey, not him, him!). That particular old man told my dad that I wasn't fit for the Qatar job because I "do not have enough experience".

Yeah, right, after giving towering praises and saying oh so sweet words to me and not to forget, cursing and belittling his other staff. The funny thing is, he's now depending on the staff that he cursed and cursed again in front of everybody, calling the guy "pengkhianat" and what nots. He's got no other option but to ask that guy to carry the company flag into Doha.

Fact: There shall not be a Doha venture without my father's help and my father's not doing anything to help them, after what he said and did to me.

Jadi, biarkanlah orang tua tu dengan angan-angan kosongnya dan mulut yang layak dicabai, digiling dan dilenyek dengan tayar kereta.

I'm currently breathing well in this company. The boss may be Chinese and his partner American but it feels like a fairer place to work in than with that old man.

BTW, this old man's much younger than my dad. He just looks older, for reasons I shall not say.