Champions League Finals 2005

Still gives me goosebumps everytime I see this clip.
It has got to be the most amazing game ever, not to mention the mother of all comebacks. When a game like this is being played with such passion and conviction, it can reduce a grown up to a nervous wreck, like me back then when I was watching the game.

"You don't come all the way only to fall at the last hurdle." That was what I believe in, and that was what the Liverpool team thought too after being 3-0 down at half time. While lesser teams would have just caved in psychologically, Liverpool didn't. To me, that was the hallmark of a true winner.

It is my dream to be able to embark on a pilgrimage to the holy land in Anfield. To be able to touch and feel the turf grass which my heroes toil on throughout the years, and to soak up the fervour that engulfs the stadium, singing the theme song "You'll never walk alone" with fellow Kopites. Man, that would be plain awesome.

When will that day come soon enough for me... ...

The weekend gone by...

Now I know why they hired me for this job... because I look like a Japanese?!!!

What.the.fark? LOL.

Skipped soccer today to go for the qing ming festival. It has been 2 years since I last went to pay my respects to my ancestors, so I think it was high time. This time I was the appointed driver because my auntie say she not very zai with the congested road situation there. Well, she's definitely got the right guy in me! but damn! I cannot sleep in the car like previous years liao.

Anyway, we were supposed to get up around 4+ but ended up setting off only at around 6 becos of the downpour. The sun was already beating down on us when we reached the cemetery but the cool breeze whistling by continuously provided much relief. After we're done touching up the tombstones and laying out offerings to my great grandfather and great grandma, we proceed to the kwong meng san columbarium next to visit my grandfather and an auntie of mine.

Walking down the aisles and the rows of altars for the dead, I can't help but notice the faces and how some of them died so young while in their prime. I also bumped into the altar for the little girl that was thrown down by the ex-air stewardess, and the unfortunate female navy personnel which perished in a collision and whose body was never found.

Ah, how fragile life can be... ...

Fascinating India!

Took me quite a while to update since I came back from India. But well, here it is anyway. Better late than never. Hurhurhur.

To the peeps who think I will smell like an Indian after I came back, you're friggin' racist can?! Hahaha. Yeah, if I were an Indian, I would be very pissed to hear that. But I don't think I smell funny lah *smells my armpit*. My conclusion is that only southern Indians might smell funny because of the coconut oil they put, but the places I went to are located in northern India (Mumbai and New Delhi). Ok, shall stop discussing about this lest ISD people come catch me for disrupting social harmony. Hehe.

So it was fascinating India all right. Quite a change from the tall buildings and the gleaming skyscrapers you associate with modern cities. There are just a few of those around, and mainly littered shanty towns and slums; some made out of cardboxes and zinc sheets. One can see both the rich and poor live side by side, with scant recognition of the other while going about their daily lives. Street vendors will peddle their wares whenever your car stops before the traffic junction. Sometimes, the odd beggar women with her child in tow will knock on your car window asking for some spare cash. So it is important that you keep your car doors locked in India at all times, partly also to prevent robbery.

The streets are almost never empty, and the roads are bumpy and full of potholes. Driving on the streets of mumbai and delhi is quite a challenge indeed. More so when people there use the bloody horn like nobody's business. Interesting also is that some vehicles (mainly buses) have the sign painted on the back asking them to "Please horn OK".

Oh, there are also plenty of motorcycles there. Mainly models you most probably won't find anywhere else, only exclusive to the Indian market. Honda has quite a presence with its range of Unicorn, Legend and Hero models, and the rest is made up of Yamahas, the cool looking Bajajs and a few of the Royal Enfield classics. But however cool my bike is, I won't even consider riding there, not unless I insure myself with all the insurance companies I can find there. Hahaha.

But among the chaos is the beauty of it all. Being messy still looks good in a sort of way. It was an eye opener and when I describe India as fascinating, I mean it in every sense of the word. There are quite a number of historic landmarks and monuments left behind by ancient dynasties in India, as well as by its colonial masters - the british. I believe there are plenty more which I haven't seen, particularly mother nature in India, which I'm sure can rival any place in the world. The Himalayas being one of them.

I would recommend people going to India at least once in their lifetime, however bad an impression you might have of India being that hot and sweaty place swarming with bad smelling people. It is not that bad actually, not even anything close to your preconceived ideas of India. The weather in Delhi was actually quite cooling with a constant breeze blowing in your hair.

For sure, I will be back again.

Survivor: India

The owner of this blog is going on a 4 day spiritual journey to India.

During this period, all forms of personal communication will be cut off, and the owner will be uncontactable by any means. However, if you insist on talking to him, you will have to travel to the steep chasms off the Khasgar pass where you may just have the chance to catch him meditating in a remote cave near the Hindu Kush mountains... ...

I was joking of cos!!! (-_-")

Ready or not, here I come India!!!

When the going gets tough... get tougher!!!

The past week was pretty hectic. Finally, I felt useful for once. This coming after weeks of quite relaxing working life, including the frequent travels overseas where I had to jot down information and make own notes of how to go about doing things in our line of business.

There is much to learn, beyond the polycarbonates, polyacetals and the polyphenylene ethers that the world of plastics has to offer. A sales job is essentially a crucial job. As my colleague mentioned, we are the window person for our company - transmitting the vital information to the rest of the organization to follow up on the particular issue. Also, we are providing a service. And that very fact means we are literally at the beck and call of our customers. Which also means we will take the shit that gets smeared on our face, then go back and complain that it stinks. Hahahaha.

Like what happened last week when this unreasonable bugger tries to make life difficult for you, you must put on your best, smile and reason your way through. He's gonna get tired of all the ranting and see what's the next best alternative for both parties anyway.

So there you go, my very first meeting with a customer one-on-one with my trader who tried to help but wasn't really helpful there. Aiighht.

O' FATE! HOW YOU LIKE TO TEASE ME!!!

I was at Scotts Isetan shopping at some stupid "private" sale for members only. Not to mention, it was a sucky experience. There was a mountain of people, and ugly singaporeans they are. They are the reason why I don't like to go to such sales. That's because it is where they bring out the worst in some people. All that for just a few dollars saved or that elusive dress at that particular size. WTF. I would rather pay the original price just to shop with less people and more breathing space.

I was expecting to get a samsonite bag there for my frequent travels overseas. But all the good stuffs have already been snapped up lah, as usual. Its all priscillia's (my good elder half sister, not the fat and evil one) fault lah, ask me go shopping. Anyway let's call her pris from now on, if not everytime have to type so many words, lechey lah. So I ended up buying something else instead. A Braun Buffel passport holder, going at 25% off the usual price. Quite an impulse buy, I must say. But I needed one anyway, though it cost quite a lot compared to cheap leather holders you can get at bugis village.

Thought that my sucky day would make me tens of dollars poorer due to the previous buy, but nothing would make me more happy than to meet my crush at the bus stop outside Lucky Plaza!She's the girl who takes the 8:30am bus no. 60 to eunos interchange with me on some days! What a coincidence man, fate really likes to tease me, ain't it?

At that moment, a thousand million brilliant plans began to hatch from my imaginative mind on how to make her notice me. But... sad to say, I can't carry them out even when I myself felt that the plans were foolproof. It is because there is something I can't control - The east wind. As what 诸葛亮 would say:＂万事具备，只欠东风＂I can't conjure the wind out of nothing. The bus was too empty at that point in time for me to carry my plans out.

With the fire doused, I settled onto a nearby seat before admiring her sweet, girl-next-door look from afar. Perfect... heaven sent... Ok time to wake up kiat! You lack guts, you lack deescherpleen! You lack balls!

As the bus starts to fill up, another evil plan starts to hatch again. Again, I am amazed by how creative I can get. We would get off at the same stop together, and I would get up first, walk down the aisle but stop where she is to say: "After you..." in the manliest voice possible! Then she will smile at me in the sweetest way possible and say: "Thank you..." Wahahaha!!! STEADY POM PEE PEE LAH!!!

Again, when it was time to do the deed, she got up damn early before the bus stop and walked off already, not even giving me time to prepare. SIANNNZZZZzzz... (-___-")

That is LIFE man. Some people have it good, some people have it bad. Just ask my friend Doong, whom I suspect is Tua Peh Kong's reincarnation on earth. Anyway, she's most probably engaged lah, going by the ring on her 无名 finger. So stop your stupid fantasies kiat! hahaha!!!

Bruce Lee's kungfu fighting!

There is a reason why Bruce Lee can be so cocky. That is because he was the best there is, and the best there ever will be... but that doesn't give him the right to trash talk like nobody's business! Hahaha. To that, I'm pretty sure "The Rock" must have taken a cue from the legendary fighter himself.

The black beauty that is Super 4 Bol'dor!

Finally took delivery of my bike on last saturday. Didn't have a chance to put up the pics cos' was busy lah...

But one word. Shiok. The engine sound was totally orgasmic, compared to the "ra-ta-ta" of my phantom.

Super 4 Bol'dor rocks the socks off me!

Presenting to you the black beauty...



Chio right??? (Say yes please)

OASIS IN THE FLESH

Listening to OASIS live in a rock concert is very much different from hearing them on the CD player. My first rock concert at the Singapore Indoor stadium was quite an experience, albeit a short one. It was only like friggin' one and a half hours worth of songs from the band I used to listen to back in the 90s during secondary school.

I had dressed up like a 16yr old, and I certainly felt like one, especially with the exhilaration of going to my first concert ever. Trucker cap, black tee and my levi's engineered jeans. Hahaha, actually look more like a mud eh? I was expecting wild and crazy things to happen in a rock concert, things like wild screaming and body surfing - commonplace in concerts held in angmoh countries. It did happen here though, to the feverish crowd in the mosh pit right at the front. And when I attempted to bodysurf, apparently no one in the crowd was game enough. LOL. Nah, I was kidding. I think they would siam first when my body comes a-surfing their way. Hehehe.

Oasis weren't that enthusiastic that night. Perhaps the crowd wasn't really that worked up compared to those in angmoh countries. And I think they certainly weren't that fazed by the mediocre crowd turnout here as they are used to playing in front of tens of thousands back home. It also didn't help Liam was his usual arrogant bo-chup self. But it screams attitude lah, my teenage idol k? haha.

So it was a consolation that they played what were arguably their best songs: Wonderwall, Champagne supernova and Don't look back in anger, or else I would have felt pissed off, given the short duration of the concert. I repeat, crowd pleasers songs are a MUST, even though they have played the songs to death.

Have a nice weekend ahead.

I'm quarter of a century old!

Yesterday was limpeh's 25th birthday. Yes, its a milestone worth mentioning. The fat boy has finally turned quarter of a century old. Time indeed flies very fast neh. Looking back on the year past by, it was a watershed period in my life in some ways. Most notably is finally graduating from the school of hard knocks, and straight into the cauldron of the realities of life.

Anyways limpeh would like to thank the many people who have crossed my path. While I enjoyed good times with most people, a few left a sour aftertaste. Nonetheless, both played a part in enriching my experience on the journey of life. Respect.

To the peeps who remembered my birthday yesterday (you know who you are), asked me out and sent limpeh well wishes from sms-es to cards and presents, thanks a lot. I really appreciate that, even though I didn't show it openly cos limpeh is a MAN whose tears and emotions doesn't bounce easily (chinese translation). MUAHAHA... don't wanna list out names here in case people say I prejudiced or biased. Hehe... but if you wish your name to appear on my *ahem* popular blog, please do kindly drop a note and I will see to it that it will be done. =)

On another note, I finally transferred my beloved pwantom gina to this swimming coach by the name of Henry. Nice guy and all, was glad it didn't fell into the hands of anyone else. Hahaha. No more phantom at my carpark whenever I cast my eyes out of the window. But soon, a new bike will take its place. Hehehe... Oh goody goody... *rubs hands in glee*

Bol'dor! I adore!!!

So it has finally been decided. I've chosen the Honda Super 4 CB400 Bol'dor half-fairing bike because naked bikes just doesn't have that kinda look I want.

The service was friendly, the price was fantastic and everything was going good... until it happened. I originally wanted the retro red, white, blue and had inquired about it prior to going down. They said they will check for me and when I called them again to confirm the availability of that particular color scheme. They said yes, have stock. So I went down to the store, asked them for the final time that they confirm have stock before I put pen to paper. Yes, they said. I was elated to be finally able to get the bike I wanted.

The next day, I had a call from them. They told me now suddenly don't have the color scheme I wanted. I was like: "WTF?!" If don't have why promise me in the first place??! I could've considered buying from elsewhere or other models!! But that possibility was diminished because they said I could take back my deposit if I wanted to. I would want to believe it is a genuine mistake on their part, miscommunication most probably. But I will be sure to question them when I personally go down to collect my bike.

So yeah, I got the black one with gold rim in the end. They had the silver one, I didn't choose that cos' I thought it was damn ugly. Oh well, maybe I will grow to like it because black didn't appeal to me back then even though I have lotsa black T-shirts in my wardrode. Hehe. Different thing lah, this is bike what. I wear black T-shirts cos' got slimming effect on me what... bike doesn't. In fact, the bulkier the bike, the more chio and manly it is what. See the logic?

Should be taking delivery of my bike next week but then got KL business trip 21st - 23rd feb coming up. I will only be back in SG for the Oasis concert on 23rd evening, which then I will have to rush to the Singapore indoor stadium before it starts at 8pm.

SQUARE OFF!!!

It's down to the wire...

Mr. Whitey vs Bol'dor!

What will be my choice then?? Even I myself don't know leh... *pffttt*

Anyway, my dear phantom has found a buyer. I don't just sell to any tom, dick or harry one hor. I want it to be in good and safe hands. Call me picky, ngiao or what, but that's just me. I just want my bike to be well taken care of.

Muahahaha, machiam my bike like some living thing like that. Aiyah then again, is cos' no one to sayang what, so only can sayang my bike for now...

Beauties galore!

Oh man, I'm in a real dilemma over which bike to buy...

Honda CB400 super 4 normal version?



Or the rather unique Honda CB400 super 4 bol'dor?



or the all new Suzuki GSR400??!



There's a poll created just under my profile box, please do drop a vote for fun cos' I'm curious as to what the rest of you might vote for even though it would not influence my eventual decision in any way... hahahaha!

Seasons in the wind

"Goodbye to you my trusted bike
We've known each other since September 2004
Together we've sped around corners and bends
Learnt of thrill and solitude
Skinned our work and skinned our troubles

Goodbye my bike it's hard to die
When I have passed my Class 2A
Now that SPEC III is beckoning me
Pretty bikes are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there

We had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the wind
But the corners that we've sped were
just seasons in the wind... ..."

Memories of my phantom TA150 will live on forever... Spirit of the Phoenix!!!









Thanks for the memories...

Now... BRING ON THE TORQUE!!!

Happy CNY!!!

Same old boring chinese new year. Didn't even bothered to grab new clothes until the eve. Faced with the super turned off thought of jostling with people shopping, I was thinking: "Aiyah want new clothes right? at least one piece new can already loh... then I already bought new underwear what, can liao lah like that..."

Someone slap me please? Hahaha...

Anyway I still went ahead and bought a bright orange nike tee shirt which I figured would make my ah ma very happy. Hehehe. But horror of horrors, who would imagine such a way to start the new year - by getting a summon for parking on grass verge beside TM!!! OMG! I think it would set me back by $70 before I even collected the first ang pow for this year! Kaozzz... sian halfzzz... But nevermind, I already got the perfect excuse in mind since I decided to appeal against it. Hahaha, duNcH sHaReZz wIf eUu LeHhz!

I made quite a killing over gambling bouts with my cousins. Was forced to be the banker since I was earning my own money already. I didn't grumble of course, new year one time nia let everyone happy loh. But I keep getting 21s and ban luck leh, now they not happy all their money come into my pocket. How? not my fault I lucky what... hahaha.

Then my auntie say this year those born in year of rooster very lucky. It certainly seemed that way to me eh? Let's hope the lucky streak continues throughout the year...

Have a Happy Chinese new year you stalkers out there... hahaha...