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Have a Happy Ramadan!

I ended up doing summer flights for Ramadan.. doing Milan now, and Frankfurt/New York next week..

Not that I'm complaining though.. the money is good.. and considering the fact that I wont be flying for a week during Hari Raya, so the flights come in at a good time..

5 hours to go till buka, and back home, they had buka-ed 2 hrs ago..

Thankfully, there's 2 other Muslim crew on this flight so the three of us lepak together for buka and post-buka conversations..

Came across a Turkish/Kebab restaurant yesterday while looking for a Halal eatery.. and we were invited for free meals, for buka and sahur.. but Sahur is way too early, and I still got some food packed by my dad..

Zahirah and Nadya are down with flu.. just when I was leaving for 2 consecutive long flights.. bad timing.. but at least when Hari Raya comes, they should be strong and healthy again..

And this is gonna be Nadya's FIRST Hari Raya. And as I had mentioned, I would be home for a week for it.. So all u aunts and uncles, get ready the duit raya coz Nadya will come charging soon..

On a sadder note..

I lost my Mont Blanc pen.

Again.

For the second time since I received it as my birthday present 2 years ago from my then-fiancee who was still in secondary school and had to stinge to save up 400 bucks to get that pen for me..

Not that I ever expected her to do that, but its a beautiful Mont Blanc pen and had always been one of the most precious thing to me that I dont leave home without it.. it's always with me when I go to work, and always in my jeans when I'm not working that I dont write with anything else except for that pen.

The first time I lost it was the night before Meraj's wedding when I drove over to his house to spend time with him and the rest of the guys.. I had placed the pen in the pocket of my police uniform, since I was doing some of my reservist duties that day, and when I got home, the pen wasnt there.

It was not till I had to clear my car several months later to sell it away that I found it in the trunk.

And I had taken more care since..

Till a week and a half ago, when I was doing the final packing just before I left home for Melbourne, I thought I packed the pen which was in my jeans, in my suitcase.. but when I arrived in Melbourne, I couldnt find the pen.. and for a week and a half I had been so depressed..

I lost my prized possession.. a gift from my wife when she was still a secondary school student..

I looked everywhere in the house for it but couldnt find it.. seriously, it affected me so badly that I was really depressed for the loss of it..

Till about 20 mins ago.. my wife told me that Nadya found it while playing at my in-laws' in Jurong!

No wonder I couldnt find it in Tampines.. coz it wasnt there..

No words can really express how relieved I am now.. I am so happy.. and this time I'm gonna take MORE care of it.. my track record is bad.. but I'll try..

So, the Mont Blanc incident ended now on a happier note..

Anyway, just a few days after the National Day, I went to watch a football game at the National Stadium with my brother who had a stopover in Singapore en route back from Hiroshima to Melbourne, as part of his study trip for his Masters degree at La Trobe..

Zahirah drudgingly followed after I convinced her that it was a good family bonding session.. watching a soccer match with me and my brother and our 9 months old daughter..

hehe.. not many guys can pull that off eh? but still.. when we're home and she's holding the remote to the cable tv, she'll skip through Channel 27 so quickly that I dont even see the channel name appearing on screen..

but when she knows that there are important games.. or any Manchester United games, she would normally relent and let me watch them..

anyway, back to the game, it was a friendly between Singapore and China.. Singapore scored early in the game, before it was dominated by the Chinese..

even the Chinese fans dominated the stadium, which was like a quarter filled..

The next day, The New Paper reports..

Why No Kallang Roar?

and put it like a blame to the Singaporeans who didnt turn up for the game, and for those who did, that we didnt cheer like the Chinese fans did..

Since they added a small part in the page for us to speak up, I emailed them with my opinion..

here's the letter I sent to TNP sports..

Why no Kallang Roar?

Let me explain to you why. I'm writing here in the defense of the ones who attended the National Day Challenge 2009 between Singapore and China.

The last time I stepped into the National Stadium was in 1994, in support of the Lions back when we were still playing in the Malaysian Cup. Ever since our departure from the M-Cup, along with thousands of other fans, I had lost interest in the local soccer scene. I don't know names of the S-League teams, except for a couple of them who had been around forever. I don't keep track of the players, cause in my stereotypical mind, they are overpaid and overrated. I don't watch the S-league games, cause, again my in stereotypical mind, they are mainly attended by bookies, the players' immediate families and the local WAGs.

I skip the reports on our local games in the papers, choosing only to read the English league and other international game reports. For 15 years, the Singapore soccer scene had been parked right at the back end of my mind, and the interest had never been revived since.

Till yesterday, when my brother, who was visiting from Australia where he had lived for the past 6 years, almost pleaded to me to watch the game with him. He had always had the soft spot for the Singapore team, maybe due to the fact that he missed the country badly. He said that he felt pain everytime Liverpool scored against Singapore and had to walk around to pacify himself.

That's the Singapore die-hard fan for you.

I was an attendee at the game yesterday. I wasn't a fan. Had stopped being one for 15 years. I did not even know about the game till my brother told me about it. And so I thought that it might be a good time to give the National team a chance and to re-ignite my love for them. When the names were mentioned, I couldn't not connect to them as they were literally foreign names to me. When they played from the first kick, they lost me.

It was a good thing that Singapore had scored at the beginning before the Chinese team settled in as the Singapore players were lost in the field for most of the game.

What I saw during the game was a team of mainly lazy players who gave up too many possessions and refused to regain the ball after losing them. They seemed to be contented when they were unable to retrieve the ball, or when they lost the challenge for it.

My brother was too kind to consider them having the skills but not the flair. Too kind. But then again, he is THAT patriotic to the National team as he lives far away from Singapore, and supporting them is one of those things that he can use as reminiscence of the memories of the good old times when he was still living here.

I'm sorry. But the last football match that I had watched live was at Old Trafford. While I certainly do not expect the National team to perform like their English counterparts, they could not even perform close to their predecessors who had don the red jerseys and did us proud for so many years. The Real Lions.

I would have cheered for the team if they could have played better. They might think that they could have played better if we cheered.

I'd rather lose my voice to a team that deserve the cheer. They should not have been given the luxury to choose to underperform due to lack of fan support as it is their responsibility to play, and to play well. We, the attendees, were not obligated to cheer for a team without flair. They could have gotten a fan in me if they could play with more dedication. Besides the National custodian who had a streak of fantastic saves, the rest of the team were just not playing.

I wouldn't blame the National coach when he thought that the team played well. He had just gotten too used to the way these boys play their level of football.

FAS marketed the game badly. Most of my friends who are obvious Lions' fans back in the 90s did not even know that there were such an event yesterday. Not that they bothered too as none were interested in it when I told them about it. They lost the fans when they opted to leave the M-Cup. So what if they had been victimised by the M-Cup organisers? Singaporean fans is a patriotic bunch. By leaving the competition without a proper replacement dismantled our National pride in the team. The S-league could not even come close to it. FAS chose to ignore the fans.

Then again, that's just an opinion.

I'd stick to my standard EPL games and leave the S-league and National games for the WAGs to watch. If they want the Kallang Roar to come back, work hard for it. You don't deserve it just because you were chosen to don the colours due to the fact that everyone else play much worse than you do.

They are not the Lions. We lost them one and a half decade ago.

I was not a fan who attended the game yesterday. I was just another Singaporean who happened to watch the game.

And it hurt me just as bad when I watched in dismay, the dismal performance that they showed us while wearing our National colours.

A few days later, a reporter from TNP called me and told me that they liked my letter and invited me for a dialogue session with 2 other fans who had written in, with the boss of S-League and FAS, Winston Lee..

wah.. so serious like that ah?

But the session was at 6pm that day, and I had to leave for a flight to Delhi at 4pm.. so I had to give it a miss.. I did write in some questions though to the reporter coz he told me to do so for him to relay to FAS.. but for the print, only a single paragraph appeared.. good enough.. but the reply that FAS seemed to give was that they had given what they should and we should accept it the way it is and support the national team and league coz we are expected to..

No thanks, FAS. I'll stick to Channel 27.

3 hrs to go till buka in Milan.

Be My Baby No Matter If You're Black or White..

"We want to celebrate this black man"

Those are the words of Jamie Foxx two days after the death of Michael Jackson.

Yeps.. this is my tribute entry to King Michael, like millions of other tributes..

When I heard Foxx said those words outside the Shrine Auditorium, at the 2009 BET Awards which was hastily revamped to celebrate the life of Michael Jackson, I went like.. err.. Michael Jackson is a black man mehhhhhhh?? where gotttt???

Be my baby no matter if you're black or white..

Michael Jackson was born a black baby and died a white man. Or raceless, if you prefer to think of it that way..

I had never been a fan of Michael Jackson's songs.. some of them, yeps.. but not most of them.. Its not like its not nice or something.. they were nice songs, but its just not my kinda songs..

Now, more than a week after his death, I'm here sitting at Long John Silver's at Tanglin Halt, at 4.15pm, waiting for Zahirah to finish her class, while Nadya is sleeping through, and still on the radio, a Michael Jackson's song is playing.. a nice one, sang when he was with Jackson Five.
It's true that his songs can cover most of your emotions, and thatz coz the guy got a variety of songs, sad, happy, emo, lovey dovey..

I do feel sad for the passing of Michael Jackson, even though, as I had mentioned, I had never been a fan of most his songs.. I feel sad like most of the ppl in the world.. and the problem with his death is that, even more than a week passed, we still feel sad abt it..

As my wife had mentioned, Farrah Fawcett's death was mentioned in page 24 of the Straits Times, while King Michael's death was published at the front page.. and for the next few days that I was in London, his pictures were still on the front page of the papers for the next few days.. and CNN and BBC and SkyNews kept on reporting up-to-date progress on the autopsies and funeral plans..

King Michael morphed like his Black or White video, from Black to White. The Whites might have liked it coz they dont need to publicly be a fan of a black guy.. coz they might be able to feign ignorance and claim not to realise that King Michael is Black.

The Blacks still celebrate the black man.

Even though, as a non-fan of his music, I dont recall Michael Jackson ever said anything abt himself being a black man.. I might be wrong.. and it might not even matter coz ppl dont need to go around telling others abt their race as its normaly self evident.

But he stopped being black a long time ago. He married two white women. His kids are all white.. they cant claim to be black even if they want to.. they are just as black as Wentworth Miller..
or might be much lesser than Wentworth Miller..

Coz recently the reports said that the 3 kids are not King Michael's.. so there goes their royal blood..

So, a black man who never publicly claim to be black, goes for skin bleaching and surgery to change his featured appearances, married two white women and got 3 white kids cant possibly be black. He's not even an Oreo.. He was a former Oreo who had been dipped in Milk till it loses the color..

But this is not to insult The Black Man.. in fact.. this is a tribute entry.. not on his music coz i know nuts abt it..

I think King Michael had successfully crossed the race boundaries.. Not that he publicly mentioned that he's white anyway.. its just that he's a Person.

Not Black. Not Really White.

I passed by HMV at Picaddilly Circus to take a look at the tributes that the fans had laid down for King Michael, and I saw mainly whites who were there.. saw a white woman crying softly.. and thatz a few days after King Michael died..

I think even some of the members of the Ku Klux Klan might have cried.. heck.. they might even have not known that King Michael is black and some might even had the thought of inviting him into the Klan..

Michael Jackson had surpassed the need to have a race.. might have been the only person in the world who had successfully done that.. and for that feat, it's admirable.. and now, fans all over the world, Blacks and Whites and Yellows and Browns and Everything In Betweens would have cried for the passing of the King.. and i'm pretty sure they cried much more than when they cried for King Elvis.

Thats the tribute that i have about someone that i dont really know whose death did affect me..

But I think it affected my wife much worse..

And Michael Jackson didnt really die anyway.. its a cover-up by the FBI.. just like when they came out with the cover-up story saying that Elvis had died.

Anyway, this blog entry was continued at home the next day, at 3.35am..

Just got back from having an entire day of celebrating my cousin's kids' wedding.. a double wedding for my niece and nephew..

so.. Azmi and Ana, Aishah and Iqbal.. welcome to the club.. hope soon u'll be joining the other club that Zahirah and I got into 8 months ago..

Other updates in my life..

Just got back from London, where there's currently a heatwave.. and the entire London is on SALE..

my brother and his wife and 3 of his 5 kids in Melbourne had just recovered from H1N1..

I got promoted in March.

Nadya had been standing for more than a month.. and soon enough she'll be walking.. and soon after that I'll be running.. which would be a good way to get rid of this belly anyway..

Zahirah is back in school since we got back from Melbourne in April.. and so, for 3 hours on most of the weekdays that I am in Singapore, I'll be having a Father-Daughter Bonding Session.. mostly at one of the cafes in town.. where we'll just sit and chit chat.. just me and Nadya.. and when her Mama finishes her class, the 3 of us would be chilling out in town together..

My Bro/Sis-In-Law are expecting their first kid in 2 months time..

Mom and Dad still the same..

the company I work for still make lots of money..

thatz it for the updates in my life..

Would be around in Singapore for the next week, till my Zurich flight in 7 days time..

and abt the SALE in London..

Singapore is having their own Great Singapore Sale.. but a lot of tourists who came here didnt really bother so much abt it..

I got 5 shirts and a cardigan for Nadya from Zara in London.. and some of the shirts costs £1.99.. That's abt $5..

some of the items on sale at some of the shops goes down to abt 90% off.. and thats a SALE..

try any of the shops participating in GSS.. U might as well go down to Daiso instead.. cheap and good.. GAP in London are going down to 70% off.. of course, just for selected items... but the selected items cover most of the store..

so much of being a GREAT Singapore Sale..

Sometimes, Singaporeans should slap themselves in the face to wake themselves up.. We think that we are so good that everything SHOULD be good if it comes from us..

like the crowd attendance at the Asian Youth Games..

what a disgrace..

eyes too sleepy to continue blogging now so i'm just gonna leave it here..

Michael Jackson had just left the building.

Don't expat too much hor..

Alone in Raffles City now.. wife is celebrating her birthday with her ex-classmates.. so I thought it would be a good time to meet up with my bandmates.

Was 45 mins late. But no one was here anyway.. so it does not make me late coz theres no one waiting.

Yazid is on the way now. Fiza replied to my msg saying that she's not coming. Azil got stuck in the rain and might not come. Umi uncontactable coz i dont have her number with me. Shida will come at 8. Nas in KL. Din and Hamdy MIA.

There were no seats at Starbucks so I ended up having my lunch in Burger King.

There's an overzealous Sarawakian staff who was mopping the floor and saw some teenagers moving chairs around and he thought that it was his civic Burger King Staff duty to stop them from doing so.

Ordered my meal next to another teenage boy of about 17-18 yrs old who cant talk in tune. He ordered in a single, monotonous tone.

10 CHANGE FRIES TO ONION RINGS

20 CHILLI OR KETCHUP? CHILLI. AND MAYO.

30 MORE CHILLI PLEASE.

40 CLS

50 GOTO 40

Imagine all these orders made with a robotic, monotone voice.

Ahh.. dont you just miss GWBASIC. Days when you thought that programming was easy. Till you came across an alphabet plus plus.

Recently, in the Singapore bashing facebook group, one Aussie woman commented that she cant understand what Singaporeans are talking about.

She should talk to this guy. No one can ever misunderstand what he wanted to say.

Does anyone, besides the Aussies, even understand what the Aussies talk abt anyway? Coming from a place where you speak ONLY English does not make ur command of the language fantastic. I had been to the States and Australia too many times to be able to know THAT for a fact.

Ok. Din just called me to tell me that he is on the way.

As much as I love Australia, London, United States, there are always downsides to everywhere.

Obviously, Singapore is not a perfect place. If u are a Singaporean and you dont like Singapore, move to Johor.

Too bad that they dont allow you to buy a gun in Johor, and yet a huge number of crooks theres own more than just a single gun. Yesterday's papers mentioned that even the Police Chief in Johor was tied up in his house while it was being burgled by 3 fellas.

And if u can't control the crime, blame it on the Indonesians. The Malaysians had the habit of blaming the Bangladeshis several years back for the crime spree.. It's always a foreigner. Never the local.

But then again, I personally know of some ppl who had been robbed by obvious locals.

OK.. This entry was continued at home now..

Yazid came with Ima soon after I wrote the first part of the entry. Din arrived with Lina.

Went down to Singapore Flyer coz they wanted to watch some motorbike stunt show..

The event turned out to be massively attended.. with the attendees turning out to be 95% mats who ooohed and aaahhed at every jump the stunt bikers made..

Some of the mats wore identical shirts.. Spotted one wearing a Singapore Bikers something.. like he belonged to a professional bike clan. heh..

After abt 15 mins, there was a break so we walked a lil bit further out of the crowd to get some drinks.. that was when I saw IT.

IT was a BIG screen showing the Manchester United/ARSEnal game.

I had wanted to watch the game, but since I was out with the band, I thought I could just get the result afterwards.. But God's bigger plan was for me to watch and enjoy the part where Manchester United picked up the Premier League trophy for the third successsive year.

Shida, Umi and Fred met us during half time of the game..

So after the match, walked over to Esplanade, and I went down to Citylink to fetch my wife and daughter, who had gone for a karaoke session at a place where it was Family Friendly.. with songs even for little kids to sing.

Spent a lil bit more time with them before we all headed back home.

So that's it abt my entry, after months and months of not blogging. And when I do, its the typical.

Wife.
Daughter.
Band.
Mats.
Manchester United.
Programming.

And here, back to the stupid Aussie from the Singapore Bashing group.

Seriously, if Singapore is ALL that bad, none of u EXPATRIATES would wanna come over here.

But of course, u do want to, coz Singaporeans put Ang Mohs on such high pedestal that they feel like princes and princesses.

I had a Swiss friend who worked here before.. and he loved being in Singapore.

Coz Singaporean SPGs would throw themselves at him. And he get free drinks, no queues, and extra preferential treatment coz he is a tall, good looking ang moh.

I dont really blame this kinda ang mohs for taking advantage of the situation. Blame the Singaporeans who gave it and whined abt how service staff are discriminative towards Asians.

I am a service staff. I give preferential treatment to anyone who comes. So when u get it, take it with grace and dont whine abt it when u get back to Aussieland.

Most of the ppl worldwide that I had met are nice ppl. But we do come across some asses.

One of my friends was shouted at while she was in a tram in Melbourne. She was sitting down and here comes an Aussie woman who started shouting to her to tell her to give her seat to the REAL Australians.

Till someone else in the tram told the woman that the REAL Australians are the Aboriginals. Not the Ang Mohs who came down on their 10-pound tickets or sent down under for being petty thieves.

And not too long ago, in London underground, a seat was empty in front of me when someone alighted. So graciously, I moved over to let an old ang moh man sit down.

He started shouting at me, saying that I should take the seat coz MY ppl had been doing it in HIS country. We had taken over their jobs and all.. so why not just take the bloody seat too?

I wanted to retaliate, but considering that he is an old man, I let it go. Everyone in the quite congestedly full cabin was staring at me while it happened.

To all Brits who think that we stole something from them by living in the UK.

Firstly, I DONT LIVE IN THE UK. So I didnt steal your job. I am happily employed here, in Singapore.

Secondly, I am a tourist. So I normally wont be there for more than a few days. I dont really have much time to steal your job. Even if I did, it will be just for a few days packing some groceries in Tesco, if they would allow me to. But they dont. So I dont have anything to steal.

Thirdly, my country is better than yours. Coz YOUR ppl love to come here and mingle with our pretty little Asian SPGs. Somehow, YOUR ppl like to come here and work and steal Singaporean jobs coz our country is open enough for anyone to come here and work, no matter where u are from.

Fourthly, our MRT stations dont smell of urine. We dont carry guns, and neither does our crooks. Except for One-Eyed Dragon, but he's caught and killed.

Fifthly, since the old man mentioned, YOUR PPL.. ermz.. I still couldnt figure it out, who does he refer to as MY ppl. OK.. I am an Indian, but I dont look Indian. Malay? There's not that many Malays in the UK who stole their jobs except for Ashley Isham. The rest of the Malays there are either studying or selling Malay food. But I am not a Malay. I am an Indian who doesnt look Indian. I dont look Chinese. The only ones who stole their jobs are the Italians. And theres no way in the weirdest world that I could even look Italian. I am not even so much of a fan of pasta.

So again, to all Brits who think that MY ppl had stolen your jobs.. We didnt. YOUR ppl came over to con the Malay Temenggong to colonise MY country. Thanks ah.. go bully some dumb fella and take his island. Lucky we got smarter hor.. and got back our island.

To all Aussies who think that we speak funny.. if only you would record your own voices. You think Singaporeans speak funny. The rest of the world KNOWS that you speak funny. Enough said, mate.

Ang Mohs like to come to Singapore to work while leaving their wives at Jelita, Holland Village, Serene Centre and Tanglin Mall supermarkets. So they end up talking to some PRC cashier at the tills.

With that and when they found out that their husbands are enjoying the attention of the SPGS more than their EXPATRIATE jobs here, they got bored and angry and ended up in a Singapore Bashing facebook group saying that Singaporeans speak funny.

We dont. Maybe the SPG that your husband was sleeping with speaks funny. But the rest of us dont.

And how in the world did she know that we cant speak our own language well? You can understand Malay meh? or Tamil?

Singlish is not a bad thing. Aussies have their own weird slang. Mates do refer to copulation too.

How ya doin? Mate?

No thanks. I'm married.

Another weird EXPATRIATE that we had was the one who commented on the arrest of Mas Selamat. Got this Ang Moh terrorism expert who mentioned that Mas Selamat might have been planning attacks to some Singaporean icons. Such as the Singapore Flyer, the Merlion. And he mentioned, "Now, that, would be spectacular".

Wahahaha.. attacking the Merlion would be spectacular?

We, the normal Singaporeans, dont even find the Merlion spectacular. Attacking the Merlion would not be spectacular. It would have been DUMB.

Not many except for the poor Bangladeshi workers who had to clean up the mess bothered so much except to laugh it out when the Merlion was struck by lightning.

That's the kinda EXPATRIATE that we need? To come and make some dumb comments thinking that he would know what Singaporeans think of our national "icons"?

Haiyah..

I am more forgiving to the Englishman in the tube coz England has got good football. I dont watch rugby.

Anyway, the blog entry ended the next day, on 17th May at 2.10pm, at home.

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The best gift of all..

At last..

After 8 months of waiting from the time we found out that we had conceived her..

After 10 months since the wedding..

After 23 months since we got engaged and dreaming of having a child together..

After 1 1/2 years since we bought her first clothes.. M & Ms baby rompers which looked too cute to pass so we got it for our planned first child..

After months of paranoia and worries throughout the pregnancy..

Our little bundle of joy arrived at 2.43pm on 02nd Nov 2008.

Now comes another years and years of paranoia and worries..

and lots of sleepless nights..

I can remember clearly when I first found out that I am gonna be a daddy..

I had just landed into Brisbane on 04th March 2008. While I was just stepping out of the airport when I felt my phone beeped.. so at the entrance of the airport, while waiting for the rest of the crew, I checked my phone.. and there was this msg from my wife..

"Pls msg me when u land. Make sure u do..."

and..

"I got something very impt to tell u. It's nothing bad. I bet u tt its not bad news"

Obviously, I wasnt gonna msg her. Out of my pure kanchiongness for the "something impt", I called her right at the airport entrance..

And she told me the beautiful news.. that she tested positive using the home-test pregnancy kit..

I froze..

Totally..

I'm gonna be a dad.

I was totally speechless. I forgot at that point of time that I was in Brisbane.. coz for a moment I thought I was in Heaven.

A leading stewardess next to me saw my face changred and asked me right after I put down the phone.. "What happened?"

I couldnt talk for a moment.. I could just smile..

One of the happiest moments of my life..

I was totally crazily happy..

8 months later.. I was crazier and happier..

Of course.. initially it came as a mixed feeling.. from the time my wife had her first contraction that beautiful morning of the 02nd of Nov... I was so excited abt her arrival.. and still hoping that she remains a SHE coz of all the dresses and the pink stuffs we had already bought.. if she turned out to be a HE, we cant possibly let my son wear the dresses.

I saw the pain she had to go through, and felt totally helpless, coz, as a husband.. I could do nothing to ease that pain..

I was just praying that everything will go fine and the labour will be fast and uncomplicated..

She came through at 2.43pm, and the first thing I noticed when she was coming out was.. she started screaming when she was just HALFWAY out of my wife.. no need for butt hitting to get her to cry.. no Ma'am.. this little girl is capable of doing it right from the womb..

That was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard..

The doc placed her right on top of my wife and though I had always pretended to be concerned abt her gender, I was actually more concerned abt her condition and I was scanning for any physical imperfections.. not that we would love her any less if she does.. but at least if she does.. we can be prepared from the beginning to do something abt it..

Our little bundle of perfection remained a little girl and thus became the official owner of the dresses.

Through the pregnancy.. I was so paranoid..

What if I was sick and had passed some sickness to my little baby?

What if I am sick with some deadly sickness and wont be able to see her..

What if I had died before she came and I became a nightly story that her mom tells her on how I could have been a good dad..

What ifs..

Then I realised that I was being too paranoid and I guessed that every father-to-be would go through the same phases of paranoia.. So I decided to be more optimistic and start planning for our lives together..

Right after I cut off her umbilical cord, the one of the nurses took her to the warmer to warm her up.. and was the first to notice and comment.. that my daughter has a deep dimple on her right..

Wow..

And considering the fact that she has a beautiful mom..

I was planning on how to interrogate her upcoming suitors.. the ones who attempts to be my son-in-law.. so I shall list down the criterias one of these days..

Right after I buy a shotgun to place in front of the house to scare them away.

We got EXACTLY what we had prayed for..

We wanted a baby right after we got married.. we didnt.

Coz if we had gotten her during the first month, it would have been impossible for us to do what we did during the honeymoon.. up the mountain, but we wouldnt have been able to ski and snowmobile and all those things we did and my wife will not be feeling good..

So we conceived her during the honeymoon..

We had wanted a girl to be the first baby..

And we got a girl to be our first baby..

My wife had an easy pregnancy.. or rather.. much much easier than I had expected and anticipated.. so it made things so much easier for me as well..

No morning sickness, no moodiness.. just during her 5th month, she felt pain at the tailbone and close to the end of the pregnancy, she was starting to feel the pain at the pelvic when the baby started to move downwards..

She didnt feel the Braxton Hicks.. and felt her very first contraction pain hours after the water bag broke..

The delivery was very very smooth and fast..

I had used up all my annual leave for the wedding and the honeymoon.. so the only available leave that I had was my 7 days matrimonial leave that was to be used within 12 months of the wedding..

So initially, I had wanted to apply for the leave from 10th Nov till 16th Nov, coz the expected due date was the 11th..

So our gynae mentioned that if I would apply for it on the 10th, my daughter would have come out when I come back from flight.. so he told me to apply for the leave a week earlier as it is a trend now that they give birth on the 39th week..

So I applied for my leave from 03rd Nov, and I was off from work from 02nd Nov..

and she came on the 02nd Nov.. right on the date that I was hoping she would arrive.

We wanted her birthdate NOT to coincide with anyone so she can have a birthday party just for herself.. and true enough.. she has her own date.. and it only coincide with Shahrukh Khan but he's not invited for the birthday party.

We chose to have her delivered in a private hospital as compared to KKH coz of some horror stories that we have heard.. so we chose Gleneagles Hospital..

I compare Gleneagles to a rich, pretty girl who has an attitude.. it looked all glam and pretty from the outside, but u have to be patient and swallow ur anger and bear the attitude..

Somehow I think they chose the best of their staff to be at the frontline to present a good front.. but I find the nurses very grumpy and and always in a bad mood.

Not the Filipino nurses coz they are mostly polite and nice.. but the local ones..

But they get most of the things done.. MOST.. not all..

Coz when we informed the nurses that the baby has a discharge on her right eye and asked for some swaps to clean it up, she didnt come back.. had to inform another one and waited for more than half an hour for it..

And so I had to go over to the nursery and blasted at the nursing officer coz all that I wanted was a clean swap so I can clean my baby's eye myself..

I didnt even ask them to do it. I didnt want to delay any longer coz I'm a new dad and I'm paranoid and I wanna make sure that my daughter don't end up having an infected eye.

The second nurse came to us shortly afterwards to apologize coz she was stuck with another patient..

Fine.. but it didnt excuse the first nurse to ignore us anyway..

And the Malay girl at the cashier's, as I headed down in the morning, was so aloof and cold, and abrupt in her manners..

Except in the afternoon when she was attending to some ang mohs, then I saw her smile..

But the counter staff at the admission.. they are not short of fantastic.. very helpful and friendly.. and the admission when we came in was effortless..

The staff at the labour ward was good too.. nice and friendly and took care of my wife as much as I had thought they could afford to..

But we decided to go to Gleneagles coz we knew that the baby will be taken care of.. I spoke to a male nurse somewhere just not too long before my baby's birth that in his experience during the attachment in KKH, he saw a baby who's back was lined with feaces coz they were having too many babies and too little nurses.

And our first time at the polyclinic a day after I came back from Brisbane to confirm the pregnancy before we wailed out to tell the world.. we were hurried out of the clinic by the doctor who was more concerned abt going for lunch even though we arrived at the polyclinic way before lunch time and was delayed by the registration process and the waiting time..

and to compare that to our gynae, Dr KW Lee.. wow..

Of course, there's a price to pay for everything though.. and at the end of the day.. I knew that I had done all I can to make sure that I provided what I can for my wife and daughter during the pregnancy and delivery..

So my little baby princess has officially become a Mother..

And this old man, after almost 36 years of his life.. has officially become a Father..

and I promise u, my little girl.. that I will be the best dad I could ever be for u..

So, my darling.. I present u to the world..

And will guide u through ur life, in which I plan to be a very integral part of, no matter how intrusive and naggy and old fashioned u think I am..

I used to be cool though.. even if u find it hard to believe when u are old enough to read this..

So now, I present to the world..

My little baby girl..

Who's picture I stole from my wife..


Nadya az-Zahra Binte Zulkarnain

Cultures and Counterculture and being Effectively Bilingual.

Happy Belated Deepavali to my Indian friends and anyone who's Indian (including my wife, my brother, my sis in law and my upcoming daughter) who comes across this posting.

Had to go to work yesterday, despite it being Deepavali.

I dont celebrate it anyway.. not in a sense like a celebration kinda thing.. But I miss Deepavali of those yesteryears.

Sweet cakes, Thosai, Curries..

I dont have that many local Indian friends nowadays that will invite me over for Deepavali. I used to have quite a number of good friends who will invite me over for Deepavali and Chinese New Year and Christmas, and I will invite them over for Hari Raya and my mom will cook her trademark Briyani.

Somehow, besides my wife and my mom and myself in the mirror.. I dont see much of other local Indians around anymore..

Came across an Indian man, somewhere in his 50s in the lift yesterday as I was about to leave for work.. I wished him a Happy Deepavali and asked abt his celebration plans for the day..

So he told me that he was going to the temple and afterwards, heading down with his wife and kids to his parents place to celebrate.

Thatz when I realised..

I dont see or hear much abt that nowadayz..

Locals.

Somehow, I miss them.

Recently, in my futile attempt to repair and clean my Armani specs.. I removed the screws and was unable to fix it in back..

So a few days later.. when I returned to Singapore.. I headed down to Tampines Mart, to an optical shop.. to get it fixed.

So the guy working in the shop, laughed when he saw what I did and showed me how to do it.

There's a trick to fixing it in as the spring in the frame will move the alignment of the holes.. and without using a wire to hold it in place, it's impossible to fix it in.

This is a fella in his 30s, who might probably spot some Ang Kongs somewhere and his natural language is Hokkien.

I like Hokkien speaking Bengs. I have a lot of Hokkien Speaking Beng friends and I am always comfortable with them.

I might be stereotyping on the Ang Kongs.. but I know enough Hokkien speaking Bengs as I had grown up in a neighbourhood who's official language was Hokkien and Tamil.

That's Dover Rd.

How I miss that place.

It's a place where Malays and Indians and Chinese will sit together at the coffeeshop and we are all friends and we'll cover each other's back and everyone who's in a secret society will be in the same one. No matter what race u are.

Not that I was in any. My societies are all not so secret.

I was doing National Service as a policeman back then and I was rest assured that those guys would not allow anything bad to happen in the neighbourhood. In fact, I know them being very anti-drug addicts so we didnt get that kinda problems in the neighbourhood.

They just like to chill at the coffeeshops and drink their tea in the morning and beers in the afternoons till evenings.

Back to my Hokkien-speaking mentor at the shop.

In all friendliness of a Hokkien speaking sales-rep who's attempt to speak Malay to my mom was admirable, he refused payment for the services rendered to me (not that I expected him to charge as it was a trivial matter.. but it was his working time anyway.. he could have if he wanted to though it will be very weird if he would) managed to sell my mom a new pair of specs.

That's how it used to be.

Our locals who used to run the moms-and-pops neighbourhood shops knows enough to create a rapport with the ppl enough to secure their own regulars.

Back in Dover Crescent in the 1990s, there was a shop called Jumbo.

It was a 4-unit minimart ran by this middleage plump, happy looking, always smiling owner, who's known to everyone as Jumbo.

Jumbo will give discounts to everyone for about everything.

Even cigarettes have discounts.

He will waive off anything if he feels like it.

Take a drink which will cost abt 80 cents.

U take it from the fridge and go to the counter..

"Jumbo.. how much ah?"

"80 cents.. aiyah nehmind.. 60 cents sudah"

That's how it was..

Jumbo with his everything got discount.

U dont need GSS to get a sale there.

And he knows a lot of ppl by name. He greets them and was always nice. So he gets a regular stream of customers.. and when they decide to tear down the block, he moved over to the main road and bought a coffeeshop.

And his coffeeshop is the only one there so he makes a lot of money still.. just that Jumbo no longer physically need to run the place so he can just collect money now while ppl work for him.

But I doubt there's anymore discounts since he's no longer there..

So here I am, 20 years later.. whining about the loss of our locals.

Dont get me wrong. I'm not xenophobic.

Never had been. Never will be.

I'm just pissed.

As I had mentioned months and months back.. there was an incident in Coffee Bean where a PRC counter staff asked me to speak in Mandarin, while I was at one of their outlet in Forum Galleria.

If u walk around neighbourhood malls and u come across a sign looking for sales staff, u'll definitely see it with "Able to speak Mandarin"

Open up the classifieds nowadays and u'll see ads with requirements like "Able to speak Mandarin (to liase with Chinese speaking customers)" or "Effectively Bilingual"..

I came across ads nowadays to requires "Malay speaking" and not too long ago.. one which states "Tamil speaking (to liase with Tamil speaking colleagues)"..

now.. that's just weird..

What's Effectively Bilingual?

Can I tell them that I am effectively Bilingual coz I, the Indian Man, can speak English and Malay?

I am DEFINITELY, EFFECTIVELY, BILINGUAL.

But can I get the job?

Nah.. coz Effectively Bilingual means that u must be able to speak Mandarin or any other Chinese Dialects.

I think the government must put a stop to this.

Recently, while walking ard White Sands Shopping Mall in Pasir Ris, I saw an ad looking for sales staff..

Must be cheerful and pleasant.

Must be able to speak Mandarin.

Foreigners Welcomed.

So what does that mean?

It means that any PRC foreigners who wishes to come to work there, can. While I, the local, would not even be given a second thought.

And dont get me wrong..

I dont have anything against foreign talents.

If they come with talents.

But to take them for the sake of taking them? Its really eradicating all the cultures and subcultures that we Singaporeans had built through the decades and decades of assimilating ourselves.

Those childhood textbooks of ours in the 70s and 80s talks abt Ahmad, Peter, Ah Seng and Muthu.

The Olympics itself had shown us on how some ppl can just use us as a platform for themselves and create a joke out of the country. Forever in the history of the Olympics are now etched the facts that Singapore won a medal through a Beijing resident.

My mom became a Singaporean in the 80s.

She had lived in Singapore since the 40s. Grew up here, worked and went to school here, in Telok Paku and TKGS.

I dont have a problem with foreigners who comes here and WANT to be here coz they are in love with the way we are. Everyone here comes from an Immigrant root. Except for the Malay friends of ours of course, but they are mostly quiet so, me, the one who came from three immigrant sides of South Indian, Pakistani and Chinese, is whining.

Foreigners are welcomed. Just that, if u wish to stay, be, feel and think Singaporean. We had gone through so much changes as a society that if we evolve now, we'll be an open pot where ppl can just throw in any ingredients.

Throw in things that wont dissolve and all u get are individual solids that wont merge and at the end of the day, the cauldron will just explode.

So what is it abt being Effectively Bilingual?

Just to liase with Mandarin Speaking Customers?

what about those English speaking Indians and Malays and Eurasians?

Not to whine about things that appear greener on the other side, but any other countries would not tolerate these nonsense.

In Australia and UK, they depend so much on trade with other countries too..

But try to advertise some jobs as a Software Engineer and put there, "Able to speak Mandarin, to liase with Chinese speaking customers"

it doesnt mean that Australia and UK dont make money coz they dont support such a mindset.

Through Wiki.. I came across this statement..

"Australia's largest export markets are Japan, China, the US, South Korea and New Zealand"

China.

They do trade in China, but they dont advertise for jobs that requires a receptionist to be Effectively Bilingual.

How about trading with a Japanese? Shouldnt we look for Japanese Speaking employees to liase with Japanese Speaking clients?

We all know that Japanese ppl are more comfortable in speaking in their own Japanese language.

It is an offence in a lot of countries even to ask a simple question like "Do u speak Italian?" if the job dont call for that language proficiency, like being a translator or a journalist in an Italian newspaper or something like that.

But somehow, even though the government does not condone it, the private companies are taking advantage of the situation.

I miss our locals.

And those immigrants of so many years back who try to be Singaporeans.

Cultures are beautiful. U can keep ur culture while maintaining a distinct Singaporean identity.

Just be Singaporeans when u come over and not expect the rest of Singapore to change to adapt to u.

Being Multi-Racial and Multi-Cultural is nice and colourful. I dont wish Singapore to be any other way. But if we allow ourselves to accept diversity while being diversified, soon enough we'll be just like New York.

While being more talented and artistic due to foreign talents, New York has its own shares of triads which springs from different subcultures. And they have guns. Not what we need for Singapore anyway.

Aiyah.. my brother says that u give up the rights to whine when u dont do something abt the problem. But I'm just a whiner. And I'm just lamenting the loss of our own Singaporean culture.

and I'm still Effectively Bilingual.

Mariska Hargitay!

The Past, Present and the Future..

I'm in my room in Tokyo now.. or rather.. in Narita.. just outside of Tokyo.

18 days time till the full pregnancy term.. 40th week.. but our gynae mentioned that the baby might come out a week earlier.. so tentatively.. 11 days or so till the arrival of our baby girl..

Had our weekly scans now.. and the baby's position is good.. facing backwards.. though doc said that she might move around a lil bit..

We are first time parents.. so obviously, clueless and kanchiong.. we know whatever that we think we know through books and websites.

Of course u experienced parents of multiple kids would laugh and scoff looking at our naivety..

But its ok.. I'ld rather be kanchiong.

And clueless..

Anyway.. it seems like the rain in Singapore for the past 2 days had followed me to Tokyo.. and I think I am falling sick.. I had been down with a bad case of food poisoning for the past few days and spent my off days in the toilet.

ok.. a recap on what had happened recently..

My past is haunting me.

Ok.. didnt really haunt.. but in all pleasantness.. a lot of ppl of whom I knew when I was much younger reappeared..

First was my sec school classmates.. Norizam, whom I met last year in Funan.. Zahed several months back in Tampines Mall.. Yasser, Norlinda, Anuar, Zuriany on Facebook.. Hawa on my flight to Sydney..

Then my bestfriend, Siti Sohrah.. whom I mentioned just a few days before.. recontacted through Hawa again..

And several days back.. Isriyanti, found my blog.. (btw, Yanti.. my name is Zulkarnain, not Dzulkarnain :)

ok.. so whatz the problem now..

Nothing actually..

This is an entry for my wife..

I have the best wife in the world.. and therez nothing and no one in the world that I would trade her for.

We have the best life we can have..

But now with all my old friends coming back.. i'm just afraid that she'll feel threatened by their presence..

Or not really their presence..

But the fact that there are somethings abt me that she doesnt know..

Like when Siti tells her that I used to draw..

and now Yanti mentioned that too in the comment..

And my former neighbour's kids.. who used to come down to my place to ask me to paint for them.. and we met one of them working at Mothercare..

I dont draw anymore coz I'm not really good at it.

Just like pool..

I used to like to play pool..

Till I met some really really good players who hustle almost for a living..

and i realised how stupid I look when I played.. so I stopped playing..

Now I cant play pool for nuts..

So the same.. I dont draw.. I dont paint. I stopped doing that a long time ago.

And thatz the reason why I didnt mention it to u..

So before u say it..

Or before u can even think abt it..

Let me reassure u, my baby..

That i'm so much in love with you..

I know that u might not even feel threatened.

But i'm saying this just in case u are.. and just to reassure u..

No one in the world wants me except u.

Sorry.. I'm too old.. value oso not much already.

So just to tell u.. Baby.. I love you.

And now, for something thats totally irrelevant..

I dont hate turtles.. not even those flying ones..

Though I do hate them turtles that wear the metal hats and throws axes around..

I love dancing palm trees.. they make me happy..

I smile when I look at them.

I dance along at times..

But something really bothers me..

Smiling clouds.

I just find that smiling clouds are very, very condescending.

The Smartest Person In Singapore

ok.. before I talk about my Idol of Ultimate Smartness.. just a lil update of everything else..

Been a while since I whined.. seriously, ever since I met her in Nov 2006, I lost all interests in whining.. the world had been such a better place.. but since she had insisted that I keep on whining on my blog.. so I shall..

Was supposed to meet with our gynae, Dr Lee, tomorrow.. but since my roster was disrupted coz of the change of my previous flight, I had been placed on standby tmrw and had been called up for a flight till evening.. so we have to change the appointment for Tues.. just before my reservist meeting..

We always look forward for the appointments.. the only times for now that we get to see our little girl.. of course.. till Nov then we will be looking at her all the time till she's old enough to want to see her friends more than us..

That reminds me.. I'll be buying a shotgun in 13 years time to ward off any males that will attempt to ask her out at that age..

At times, when I look at those little boys running around.. I just wonder.. who among them will be my future son-in-law.. whoever u are, little boy.. remember.. I'll be watching you.. yes.. YOU..

Hari Raya is coming real close.. and this is gonna be our very first time celebrating as husband and wife..

Last year, my parents were in Melbourne, and therefore I spent the 2 weeks before Hari Raya in her parents' house, sleeping on the sofa.. since I was all alone in Tampines.. and we really enjoyed it.. coz it was a precursor to the wedding.. I was initially not at ease coz I wasnt used to it.. but told myself to overcome the paisehness coz they are gonna be my family soon enough.. and now, whatever paisehness that I have with them are all gone..

Next year.. we will be celebrating Hari Raya in our own little family.. the 3 of us.. and therefore, next year, we will DEFINITELY go around with our little girl for u guys to give her the due collection..

How this little girl had changed our lives.. even before she's born.. we had decided on what she's gonna wear for my sis-in-law's wedding even.. bought dresses and lots of other clothes, socks, shoes and everything else..

How things have changed within a short time span..

2 years back, we didnt even know each other..

And now we are married, with a baby on the way in slightly more than a month's time..

I got to know her in Oct 2006, we met in Nov, and i proposed to her on our 3rd date, 2 weeks later, my parents asked for her hand in marriage, and a week after, we got engaged, on 16th Dec 2006.. which is a month after our first date..

see.. I dont really have anything to whine about.. when I talk, I talk about my wife and my upcoming baby.. life is just wonderful.. I cant whine or bitch or have anything bad to talk about anymore..

well.. which brings me back to the topic.. about The Smartest Person In Singapore..

On Thurs, MR TAN KOK ENG wrote in The Straits Times forum:

'I read a Traffic Police reminder which stated that speeding is the No. 1 road killer in Singapore. If that is so, shouldn't the authorities get tough with such offenders instead of penalising them with just demerit points and a fine? Similarly, I wonder why the police treat drink driving more seriously than speeding. Drink-driving offenders who are caught, and are not involved in serious accidents, get their licences revoked, suffer a heavy fine and, if they are repeat offenders, jailed. If speeding is the No. 1 killer, the authorities should start getting tougher against speedsters. Conversely, drink-driving offenders who aren't involved in serious accidents should not be jailed, even if they are repeat offenders.'

Look at the last line..

Don't you just love this guy? We do need to get someone to standup for the small but closely knitted community of drunk drivers..

Since we are at that, why not we legalise guns and marijuana? That'll seem like a whole lot of fun..

Seriously.. where did this guy come from? Is there a different planet where it's populated by peabrains?

Why did The Straits Times even publish this in print? Just to show the world that Singapore is not only populated by smart and hardworking ppl, but we do have some sub-intelligent beings among us?

Melissa

Its 9.14am on 13th Sep 2008 in Moscow. My 3rd day here in the Russian Capital.

Was supposed to fly up to Houston, Texas this morning but due to the Hurricane Ike, which was rated to be "catastrophic", our flight to Houston was cancelled and we had to stay here in Moscow for 3 more days before flying to Dubai, then back to Singapore.

Sigh..

I was sooo looking forward for Houston for it will be my first time there. But thatz not meant to happen. Maybe it will one day. Hopefully soon enough it would..

Anyway.. here I am in my room, where I had been stuck in for almost the entire 3 days, with the exception of last night where I decided to join the 4 other Muslim crew on my flight for breaking of fast at the hotel restaurant..

and being this long in Moscow.. since I cant possibly spend my time learning how to speak Russian, I had no other choice but to blog.. though I know I wont be able to put it up till I get home.. so this is a reflection of my thoughts and reminiscence of the 80s and my past teenage life while being stuck in my room coz of the continuous rain in Russia..

Been listening to malay songs.. yep.. Malay songs.. me the Indian ska drummer, listening to mostly Malay "slow rock" songs the entire night.. but yeah.. I was a rocker decades ago..

They are mainly lovesongs from the 80s, when I was a teenager.. and the current song I'm listening to is Melissa, by Helter Skelter..

One of my favourite songs.. when I was 15.. extremely slow and mushy song, not recommended for most ppl..

And the reason why I like this song is..

I was 15 back then. One of the ugliest boys in my school.. and mind u.. my school didnt really have that many ugly boys.. I might be the only one..

and so.. having an elder brother who overshadowed me.. he didnt do it on purpose though.. coz he was one of the popular guys in school.. and I was the exact opposite.. and throughout my life since we were kids till EVEN NOW WHEN I AM 35 AND HE IS 36, he still protects me like as if I cant protect myself coz I had always been his younger brother..

I am not complaining though.. my parents and my brother had always been protective of me even at this age of mine.. and I do like it coz I know that they love me.. and on my part, I had always pride myself to be a responsible person.. as a son, brother, uncle, and now as a husband, and very-soon-to-be-father myself..

ok.. back to my story..

Being 15, with raging hormones and my lack-of-confidence and a total lack of good looks.. I had always been lonely..

Though parents are parents.. they are always there.. but they are still parents..
I needed friends.. I needed someone to think that I am, if not attractive, at least, to be interesting..

I can clearly remember an incident.. when I was 13.. and my mom had a stall in a primary school canteen in Telok Blangah selling nasi lemak.. she was a secretary to the President of the Singapore Women's Association, when my aunt, who was the cook of the family, asked for her help to get a canteen stall coz she knew that she cant get it herself, for reasons that I dont know.. I dont even think they have strict criteria to run a school stall.. so my mom ended up trading her pen and paper for pots and pans..

My brother was popular even in that school that my mom sell food in.. coz we normally will help out at the stall before we go to our own school which was like 15 mins away by bus.. and we'll do our homework there at the canteen itself.. imagine, having an afternoon session school that starts at abt 1pm but having to wake up at 5am every morning to go to the canteen.. my dad was a delivery driver for a hampers and gift company, so he gets to bring back the lorry home.. but we were happy doing so and gladly help out coz we knew that our mom had to work extremely hard and it was a blessing just to be able to assist her in our small ways..

We lived in a quarters of the Ministry of Social Affairs.. a single unit, not really so much being divided by 4 so I dunno why we still call it a quarter though.. my uncle (married to my maternal aunt) was a caretaker of that Ministry and therefore he had that "quarter" to live in so he can do the maintenance on that building.. and he had his own apartment house in Bedok.. so me, my brother, great grandma, mom and dad (stepdad, but as usual, I consider him Dad and call my real dad as Real Dad.. my Real Dad and mom had a divorce when I was abt 8, my mom remarried when I was abt 11 or so and my Real Dad died in 2003.. and I love ALL of them dearly..), stayed there..

and so.. we lived in that house coz we aint got nowhere else to live.. and we really lived in poverty.. my mom was running that canteen stall, and had to wake up that early every morning and as soon as she gets to the canteen and start preparing the food, she will take a bus to Pasir Panjang Wholesale Centre to buy the stuffs to cook.. and seriously.. she was carrying kilos of foodstuffs up and down the buses and sometimes falling asleep at the busstops.. just to raise 2 kids and to take care of her grandma..

my dad was not earning that much either.. and he has 2 kids of his own that he had to give child support to.. but when he married my mom, he promised us that he will get us out of that house.. the single unit quarters, in which we shared with 9 cats, loads of rats and thousands of cockroaches..

but in fact, that was the place where I harboured most of my childhood memories.. and I am sure my brother does too.. as poor as we were.. we wont go to sleep hungry coz my mom wont allow us to as she will go hungry at night to make sure we have food to eat...
my favourite dish was rice with Maggi chilli sauce and fried egg and I think Abang's fav food was rice with kicap and fried egg.. for snacks, I liked a fried egg with pepper..

We had eggs coz we had chickens.. so we would normally "steal" the eggs when the hen leaves the nest and run as fast as we can to avoid getting pecked for stealing her kids to fry..

We didnt have a radio, not even a transistor radio.. most of u kids wont even know what a transistor radio is anyway.. they are those small portable radios, 3/4 of the size of a paperback with long extendable antennas.. so, with no radio, let alone a TV set.. Abang and I entertained ourselves by telling stories to each other.. mainly by books that we read in the library.. or making up stories of our own.. especially to this character called Encyclopedia Brown.. abt a smart and extremely detailed boy who happened to always come across some weird offences and petty crimes.. itz like a little boy's version of Monk.. minus the paranoia.. they will present a whole lot of clues which u will have to piece together to get the whole incident recreated at the end.. and he ends up helping the police solve the case..

so we normally create our own versions of Encyclopedia Brown and set our own clues in and let the other person guess.. thatz how we used to entertain ourselves before we sleep..

I'll keep my childhood stories for another day if I decide to write another entry..

Anyway.. back to the incident when I was 13.. one day, as I was leaving the primary school where my mom was operating in.. with abang.. and my mom who was going to the wholesale centre.. there was a nurse of that primary school who was leaving the premises with us.. who looked at abang.. and commented to my mom.. "hey.. ur son is good looking.. "

My mom thanked her and just as not to make me feel out of place.. she asked.. thinking that the nurse would be kind enough to make as pleasant a remark for me.. "how's this son?"

The nurse was taken aback coz she didnt expect the question.. and didnt really had to look at me and said.. "errm.. this one is.. err.. ok uhh..."

yeah.. ok.. i'm ok uhh..

I dont really need the stupid remark from the nurse.. but my mom was just trying to protect my feelings.. which backfired coz the dumb nurse just dont know how to pretend to be nice and not hurt a kid..

Both abang and my mom dont recall the incident.. but of course.. I would.. coz the ok uhh kid was the one who got hurt that day.. but they made sure that I feel special every day.. abang will stinge and not eat lunch and spend as little as he can coz he will always save up to get my birthday presents.. and he got me really nice presents every year.. mak will hug us to sleep every night and she made sure that she will tell us how much she loves us every single night..

Thatz how it had always been... they protect me.. coz they see me as being the fragile one..

As it was.. I was extremely small.. had always been the shortest in class.. of course.. no surprise though coz I had lived for almost 36 years being short..

I wore a big pair of specs.. side parted my hair in a way that only nerds would do it.. and I seriously thought I look better that way than any other hairstyle that I could have.. and I walked with a hunch.. coz I will always look at my feet as I dont like to look at people..

I had always wanted my life to be different.. I really really hated my life back then.. not hating being alive coz I have a wonderful family.. but just wanted things to be different for me..

Of course I had my own crushes.. all boys do.. and most of the time, they are not real crushes.. they are just girls who I wish I will be able to like when she likes me.. but no girl would even take a look at my shadow, let alone my self.. so I didnt really get to like any girls..

When I was 13, we moved to a rented house in Ghim Moh.. and behind my block, there was this family with 4 sisters.. 2 really BIG girls who were in their late teens or early 20s back then and 2 younger girls.. one was 12 and the other 13..

I liked the 12 yr old (I was 13 back then so it was OK to like a 12 year old) and my brother relented to like the 13 yr old coz I like the 12 yr old so he wont like the same girl so I could like her though I denied that I ever liked the 12 yr old.. in fact, I didnt really like her.. I just needed someone to like so she was the closest target coz she lives right behind my block, two floors down from us, and were always outside their house, almost facing ours coz they wanted to giggle and wave at my brother.. and so.. I naturally, being 13, needed to like a girl, and the most convenient girl to like was her..

But both sisters liked my brother..

The girls at the school canteen where my mom was operating in liked my brother and my elder cousin who's a year older than me.. who unfortunately died in a motorcycle accident several years later when he was 17..

The girls at the place where we mengaji.. or had our Quran lessons, liked my brother.. and I didnt like it when he asked me to accompany him to meet the girls coz I know that they only want to see him and I would be either left alone observing stains on the concrete table under the block or I end up saying something stupid like how any other nerdy-boys-who-tries-hard-to-say-something-cool would say..

So I became the grumpy one.. coz I knew that they didnt acknowledge my existence anyway.. and with me being a grumpy person, they wont talk to me and therefore if they dont have a second look at me, they wont bother to make observations or even to have any opinions abt me..
But still, opinions they did have.. they called my brother Manis coz of his dimples.. and called me Masam coz they said I never smiled..

I didnt really care.. I stick to my own thoughts and sought refuge in my drawings.. in which I think I was quite good at in those days.. little kids ard my house would come down to my place to ask me to draw.. and some of my schoolmates will ask me to do some paintings for their girlfriends where they will pass off as their own..

And I loved the drums.. but coz I couldnt get lessons coz I was poor and no one would teach a nerd.. I silently observed drummers in my school and when we finally got a radio.. I was listening to music and concentrating on the drums and tried to figure out the sounds and where they came from and how to play them.. thatz how I got hooked into drumming..

Anyway, being in the 80s, the trend those days were malay "slow rock" songs.. from bands like Search, Lefthanded, Wings, Bumiputera Rockers, May, Junction, Bloodshed, Ella and the Boys.. and I could go on and on and on with the names of those bands..

Malay, Chinese and Indian rocker boys will listen to those malay "slow rock" songs.. which are actually mushy songs and the trend for those bands were to have extremely high pitched male voice.. even some of my chinese colleagues now whoz abt my age can sing some songs from them, like Isabella and Sejati..

Those who listened to those bands will also listen to english rock bands like Deep Purple, DIO, Iron Maiden, King Diamond, Rainbow, and so on.. and we'll be wearing to school a pair of hi-cut Double Happiness shoes with a Thai branded bag called Grand Sport, and wear our pants low and pretend to have "steamer" eyes to act like as if we are high though we weren't.. with big combs that we'll file in our technical classes to make it look like a knife and normally with a red or black bandana-like handkerchief, though some other "rock" designs were accepted too.. and most of the stuffs can be bought from Queensway Shopping Centre.. and with a "ding-dong" Hillary Ang's hairstyle.. with bangs.. which we called Bunga..

Off-school uniform trends those days were sort-of male skinny jeans now.. but with weird colors like luminous red or green and "cowboy" shirts.. which we called "baju western"..

I did all that with a nerdy pair of specs and nerdy hair.. no ding dongs and no bunga for me.. I couldnt carry that style cool enough like the rest of the boys so I didnt attempt it..

The other kinda kids were those who listen to A-ha, Wham!, Madonna, Rick Astley and those pop-punk bands like how Hugh Grant was in Music And Lyrics.. and those kids will wear their pants with pleats, wet-look gelled up hair, and long skinny combs..

We normally would bully those "punk" boys coz they were sissies.. though one of my classmates now who was one of THE MOST prominent "sissy" punk boys now has 2 kids..

Some bands from Malaysia came up with the Battle of the Bands album which featured some bands which became popular, and some Singaporean bands got together and came up with Clash Of The Bands..

Helter Skelter was one of those bands that was in Clash Of The Bands..

so.. back to my "i was 15 back then" story..

Helter Skelter singing Melissa.. they were not among my favourite band.. just so so.. especially coz they had a rip-off song from No More Tears.. and they called it "Tiada Lagi Airmata" and denied that they ripped off the song even though the guitar riffs and the drum styles were EXACTLY the same.. but Melissa had an impact on me.. coz the song is about how this guy loves his girlfriend Melissa.. and he sang it to her at the beach.. and how happy they were..

I imagined that I was at that beach and I had a Melissa of my own that I could be happy with and love and sing a song to..

but I didnt..

That's the story of my teenage life.. I didnt like it and still, till now, that was one of the worst phase of my life.. I tried so hard to blend in.. to be acknowledged by someone.. of course I had friends.. and they were good friends, I must say.. but no girls that I would take a liking to would even take a second look at me..

I was easily the loneliest teenager of the 80s..

The closest I had was when I had a good friend on the phone.. her name was Hayati and she was a year younger than me, in the same school.. somehow, I had her number coz I needed to pass a message to her or something like that.. I cant recall.. as it was 21 years ago.. but we started talking on the fone.. and we talked the next day.. and the next day..

And she told me that she enjoyed talking to me on the fone.. but she asked me not to acknowledge her in school as she dont want to be seen to be talking to me coz it will somehow ruin her reputation..

That was how I was.. I could easily jinx out any girl's reputation just by talking to her coz no girls want to be seen to be talking to the ugliest boy in school..

So with that insult, I decided not to call her anymore..

The same year.. in 1987, I got to know this girl.. thru the phone..

Those days, pre-Internet's IRC/MSN/ICQ/Skype, to get to know a girl, if u are not daring enough to ask for her home number when u see her at the bus stop or in the bus, u call her at her home number through a system among the boys that we used to pass around girls' numbers.. so the right thing to do was when u get a girl's number, u gather ur courage and call her.. and if u get her mom picking up the phone, u should quickly hang up and try again 10 mins later.. and if u hear a young girl's voice who picked it up, u say.. "ermz.. boleh kenal kenal?"

The teenage girls will be the one who normally pick up the phone coz they know the chances of that happening are there and they WANT to receive the "boleh kenal kenal" calls.. even the ugly girls get called coz the numbers are just being passed around.. and the ugly boys like me will do the calling too.. everyone does.. and we, the proper gentlemen, pass around the numbers among friends, and the screwed up jerks will write the girls' numbers at the last seat of the buses.. and that one is totally not cool.. totally..

so.. I got to know this girl who's a year younger, Sukinah, through the phone..

Even by the standards of those days, that name is still kampung btw.. but who cares about kampung names if they are nice ppl right?

So this girl was like my first "like-friend" though we had never met.. we talked on the phone every day and she was schooling in Bukit Batok, while I was schooling in New Town.. both in the westside, but those pre-MRT days, a bus ride will take more than an hour to get from one place in the west to the other..

Btw.. when the MRT started in 1987, it plied only through 4 stations, from Yuo Chu Kang to Braddell, Bishan and Ang Mo Kio.. so no MRT for us in the west till months later.. at the end of the year..

So.. I didnt get to meet Sukinah, so we just chatted on phone.. though I saw her pic through a mutual friend of mine, Murni, who was her classmate and my mengaji-mate.. and she was quite pretty.. and I liked her.. though I was silently confident that she wont like me..

One day, she came down to my school for a netball match to represent her school.. and we were excited to meet that day coz it was our first chance to meet..

I saw her from far when she was playing and when the appointed time came for us to meet at the end of the game, she was nowhere to be seen..

A few days later, Murni told me what happened.. Sukinah saw me from a distance.. and she told her friends that she will NEVER go up to meet me coz I was so ugly and I became the butt of their rude jokes coz I was the ugly nerd from New Town who wanted to date the popular chic of Bt Batok..

And so, I decided to stay away from all girls.. and for a period of time, to even my female classmates.. I became a small-sized rebel in school and I hated everything and everyone.. except my family.. which was like the opposite of everyone else who tries to be cool to everyone else and hate their family..

And I really, genuinely, truthfully, disliked girls..

Till one day, one of my classmates, Hawa, passed me a number and asked me to call her friend and said that this girl is a nice girl who just wanted to make friends.. I refused initially, but Hawa insisted almost every single day for reasons I dunno why..

So I called this girl.. Siti Sohrah.. a girl my age from Mei Chin Sec.. which was abt 5 mins away from my school by bus.. and so we talked.. and talked..

And we met for the first time abt a month later when we both wanted to go to the library.. and so we planned to meet...

and we met..

and for the first time in my life.. someone was nice to me.. a girl..

and we became friends.. true friends.. and we hung out together, and met up often.. and she became my first best friend..

and surprisingly, we didnt "like/have-a-crush" on each other, but we became real best friends.. and she was the first person to ever say anything nice to me.. and helped me to groom myself better..

we became such good friends that after she got engaged, and her fiance had to leave for Brunei jungle training, he came personally to my house and asked me to help keep a lookout for his girl..
We remained friends till after they got married and they had a kid and we lost contact soon after.. for reasons I cant recall..

But we had a purely genuine platonic friendship.. and didnt cross our mind to go further than being best friends coz it was good the way it was.. we supported each other through our individual teenage heartbreaks.. though mine was more than hers coz any girls that I talked to will turn to stone.. or lose their capabilities to be nice..

I dunno what happened to Siti and her husband Jamal though.. it had been abt 17 years since we last met..

And as for me.. I grew up..

I managed to break out of my low-confidence nerdy self, ditched the nerdy specs for an Armani and became an over-confident, former metrosexual Flight Attendant. and I met my Melissa for the first time in Nov 2006, got engaged to her in Dec 2006, got married to her in Jan 2008 and we will be getting our first baby in Nov 2008, insya Allah.

My Melissa was born 3 years after the song.. in May 1990.. by the name of Nur Zahirah.

She genuinely liked me, became my confidante, my partner and my better half and had never said anything to hurt me or tell me that I wasnt good enough.

My Melissa is the most sincere and honest and truthful person I had ever met..

I didnt jinx her and she had never stopped being nice since the day I met her..
and my Melissa loves me unconditionally..

And now I can sing my songs to her..

Honey, I shrunk the moon.

Hello World!

ok.. now.. for the much delayed entry..

I started this entry in Abu Dhabi while on flight.. didn't get it completed coz my laptop konked out on me.. so here goes..

Marriage life is seriously fantastic.

If I would have known it, I would have gotten married 10 years ago.

But that puts my wife in Pri 2.. so I guess I really have no choice but to wait.. and we met when the conditions were perfect..

So now.. she's turning 18, and a perfect wife..

And as I had promised her..

I promised her a proper engagement..

and a proper engagement period that lasted 12 months and 2 weeks.

a proper dowry..

a proper wedding..

and a proper marriage..

And here's the details of our proper honeymoon..

its really gonna be detailed coz itz my journal for the honeymoon.. and not so much being a blog entry.. so itz chronological, dry and long.. but at least, 20 yrz from now, my children can read abt their parents' honeymoon..

but anyway, me being me, I'm always long winded..

We left for our honeymoon a month after our wedding, on 9th Feb, a day after I returned from Ahmedabad.

And this is what happened after I came back from Ahmedabad.

8th Feb 2008

I received a call from my mom, saying that my eldest brother, Zainuddin, was in the hospital, in a coma. Apparently, the night before, he started throwing up, and refused to see the doctor. His wife was with him, and she saw blood stains in the toilet after he left.

He threw up again the next morning, and his wife said that he threw up a pail full of blood. He slipped into a coma and she called the ambulance.

He never regained consciousness.

At 2am on 9th Feb, my eldest brother passed away in Changi General Hospital.

9th Feb 2008

Departing for Vancouver

At 7am, I had to be at the airport to leave for Vancouver. The timing this time wasn't good coz of the fact that I had just lost my brother a few hours before.. but the trip had been confirmed and paid for and my leave had started and therefore there's no way we could push the trip even a day further..

My parents, Mother-in-law and Sis-In-Law Sayida sent us to the airport. And so, it started my wife's first trip out of Singapore on an international flight.

We all had breakfast together at Ya Kun at T3.. Sayida blanja us all except for my wife who looked too nervous abt the flight to care for breakfast. At 8am, we made our way to the gate at A21, right at the end of the terminal.

Took a flight from Singapore to transit in Incheon Airport, Seoul. The first leg of the flight was uneventful.. except for the take-off, in which my wife managed to get over her fear of flying within minutes.. There was a Canadian fella seated next to us on that sector. And 6 hrs after, my wife set foot on Korean soil..

We had a short transit, where we had some drinks to finish up whatever Korean Won that I had with me from my previous Seoul flight. The flight from Seoul to Vancouver was pretty light, so we got a change of seats while we were on transit to get the seats right at the back of the aircraft.

It was so light that my wife managed to get a 3-seat to lie down and sleep thru the flight. Anyway, itz always good when u have friends working and somehow I had friends working on all 3 sectors of our honeymoon..

Arriving into Canada



On 9th Feb, at 11am, my bride set foot on the Northern American continent, in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. It was nice and bright, with a slight drizzle at abt 8 degrees.

We went to the pre-booked car rental at Thrifty at the Vancouver Airport, and she got her first taste of Canadian hospitality thru the first interactions with the Thrifty Car Rental staff by the name of Brian.. Brian gave us directions to the city where we were heading to, to go to the hotel.. and to the shopping mall, which was the second largest in Canada, Metropolis at Metrotown, for us to buy a pair of boots for her.

The mall was abt 45 minutes away from the airport, a lil bit to the east towards the direction to the city.. so we decided that we should go buy the boots before going into the city itself..


Spotted some Canadian Idol hopefuls abt to audition at the mall..

So, after more than an hour of scouting, we found a nice pair of white boots.. which looks perfect for the snowy weather ahead..

And of all ppl that we met in that big mall, which was 45 mins drive away in the big city of Vancouver in the big state of British Columbia in the big country of Canada.. we saw the same guy that was seated next to us in the plane from Singapore to Seoul, in the same shop that we were in, buying a pair of shoes.

now.. THATS creepy for the three of us..

Anyway, we bought food supplies for our upcoming week stay in Canada in a Chinese supermarket called T & T, and drove to the city to check-in into the Sutton Place hotel.

I had stayed in that hotel several times before.. and the service in that hotel had never fallen below fantastic. We had a night stay there as the motel that we were supposed to stay in Whistler's were booked for that day and will only be available on the next day.

Spent the rest of the day, which wasn't much to be left with, in the city.. we went for a walk along the city street and had dinner at a Thai restaurant along Robson Street.. itz at about 5 degrees and as usual, it was raining in Vancouver..

So I used my supertraveller power as a Cabin Crew to show my wife around the city streets.. including, and especially the almost-famous Starbucks cafes located diagonally across each other along Robson St and Thurlow St..

It was raining, wet and dark.. and therefore, not much of a sight left of the fantastic city..

We shared chocolate crepes and walked ard a lil bit more and bought some nice bubble bath soap before retiring for the first night of our honeymoon..

10th Feb 2008

Woke up early the next day coz we had to check-out of the hotel to make our way to Whistler's.. we stopped over at the IGA Marketplace along Burrard St, just next to the hotel.. to get more foodstuffs for our trip..

And itz damn hard to get a full cream milk in Vancouver. almost everyone that we see are 1 to 3% fat.. and i'ld drink water rather than that.

Soon after, we made our way to Whistler's Mountain.. where the trip actually begins..


Rain.. as we were driving over the Lion's Gate Bridge..

It rains all the time anyway, so it was pretty heavy by the time we made our way out of the city..

It took us abt 3 hrs to drive up to Whistler's.. and this time, I didn't lose my way like the previous trips I had to Whistler's.. and even when I did the previous times.. it wasn't really that bad.. it was more like some missed turns and lost junctions.. nothing major.. but everything went fine on this trip..

We had our lunch in a McDonald's restaurant along the way.. and somehow, the really short time we spent there was really beautiful.. perfect cold weather.. perfect day.. perfect girl.



The perfect girl..

We made our way after McDonald's and a little candy-shopping spree at the 7-11 next door for the remaining part of the drive..

We drove pass beautiful landscapes and sceneries and a really huge rainbow that really ended next to where we were driving.. but therez no leprechauns or pots of gold.. coz I think most of them had gone back to Ireland to prepare for St Patricks day..

As I had highlighted to my wife.. the part where it tells u that u are close to Whistler is when.. the rain stops, and the snow begins..

And not too long after the McDonald's stop, the snow really began..

After 3 hrs, and a little wrong turn, we arrived at the hotel we booked.. Whistler Resort and Club.. located abt 5 mins walk away from the Creekside.. and abt 5 mins drive to the Whistler's Village..

We checked in into the hotel.. a small and modest one.. but with an extremely nice and friendly group of staff.. and went out to walk to the Creekside, to get to Village..


Her first snow..

Well.. that was what we planned anyway.. not knowing that the Creekside was not really a walking distance to the Village..

We walked around a lil bit at the Creekside, which was already closed coz it had gotten dark.. and soon after, went back to the hotel to get the car to drive to the Upper Village of Whistler's..



At the Creekside..


At the Village..

We walked for abt 1 1/2 hrz at the Village.. to enjoy the cold and the night scenery and to do the booking for the skiing lesson, and went back to our room soon after to have dinner and sleep..


At the window of our room..

Due to the tight bookings that they had in the hotel, we were not able to secure a room with a kitchen area, fireplace and fridge.. and so, thru my wife's suggestion, we actually chilled our milk and ice cream thru the days right outside our window.. by throwing it into the huge pile of snow..


Just like that..

I actually had to use a cookpot to cook dinner.. my limited-ingredient Nasi Lemak with a bottled Sambal Iikan Bilis we got from the supermarket at Metropolis, and sardines the next day, with some chilli flakes..

We actually had more food than we can consume..

11th Feb 2008

The next day, we rose up early to go up the mountain to ski..

The whole process of registration and getting the equipments took abt half an hour.. and we joined the group that was already waiting for us.. made up of mainly an Indian family from England.. and so there we were, an Indian couple from Singapore.. adding to the total number of Indians up the mountain..


On the way up the mountain.. on the gondola that brings us up to the ski area..

It was a whole day affair, from 8.45am till 3pm, with a lunch break in between.. in which I really cant tahan so I took off my ski boots coz I could almost hear my feet scream in pain.. and not long after I did, at the cafeteria.. a woman with ski boots on stepped on my bare feet.. taking off some skin from my little toe on my left feet.

GAWDDAMMIT.

tell u.. the pain was worse than circumcision multiplied by a thousand.

ok.. nemind.. I tried to ignore the pain thru the entire day and went back skiing..


My little Winter Olympian..


Us.. on top of a mountain..

And my wife.. who turned out to be a pretty talented first time skier (I was too.. minus the pretty and the talented.. just being a first time skier) didn't even fall while skiing thru the entire long lesson..

But she fell twice on the lift.. sort of like a travellator.. coz rather than standing still and watching where it was heading.. she was always bz doing everything else and talking to me who would normally be behind her..


That's the lift.. and that's her, looking back, and not forward..

I think she's the only one who have the tendency to fall on the lift..

After the lesson, we stayed on a little bit till they closed the mountain, went back down and walked and shopped a little bit at the village.. and booked a snowmobile tour for the next day..

And after the tiring day.. we headed back to the hotel and rested..

12th Feb 2008

The next morning.. we headed back to the Village for the snowmobile tour.. we set off quite early and were in the same group with several other ppl, including a lone Japanese girl who walks around with socks and crocs and an American couple from Washington State, who had been married for abt 2 centuries..

ok.. I think they had been married for abt 40 or 50 years.. I cant remember.. but itz really THAT long..

And we went on the snowmobile trip up and down the mountain for really breathtaking sights..


REALLY BEAUTIFUL..

The good thing abt Whistler's is that, itz a tourist place.. almost run by tourists..

A huge number of the ppl who works there are tourists.. I guess the kind that came and don't wanna leave.. and everyone here is really just too nice..

The place is full of friendliness and warmth despite the cold.. and thats the reason why I chose this place for my honeymoon.. and I knew that when I changed my honeymoon plans from Switzerland to Canada, my wife was disappointed.. but she saw the reason behind that as soon as she arrived there..

She didn't wanna leave..

Itz just too perfect.. and this is the only place in the world that I had been to.. and I had really been to a LOT of places.. but the only one that I felt like I wanted to quit my job immediately and move there..

So for those of you who have not planned for ur honeymoon yet.. go to beautiful Canada..

After the tour.. we walked around a little bit more and shopped a little bit more and had a romantic dessert at a nice little restaurant..


And again, after a tiring day, we went back and retired for the nite..

13th Feb 2008

We checked out the next day, to head back to Vancouver Airport.. which was kinda sad coz we had a wonderful time at Whistler's.. and all good trips have to come to an end else u are migrating there..



Our rental car.. a red Yaris.. nice and economical, but not a good choice if u have a lot of luggages..

We had a 3 hrz drive back, stopping over for a burger lunch again at the same McDonald's we stopped by on the way up..

This time, halfway thru the meal, we managed to sit right in front of the fireplace in the McDonald's, to make up of the lack of fireplace in our accommodation in Whistler.. beautiful sight, beautiful girl.

All nice meals have to end too.. so we made our way back to the city, to head back to the airport..

But then again.. before we got to the airport.. we stopped for a while to take some pics through the journey..



At Alice Lake.. but nothing much to be seen now coz the place is just full of snow..




A beautiful stopover at the highway..

We decided to stop over in the city to top up the gas for the car so we don't need to pay the excess to the car rental company.. and therefore, ended up at a gas station near Marina Drive.. and therez an extremely tourist-unfriendly law in British Columbia that states that from 1st Feb 2008, all fuel must be pre-paid 24 hrs in advanced.

That means that if you want to get some gas for the car today, you must have paid for it yesterday.

If u didn't.. too bad.

Before my frustration sets in, the cashier decided to give some leverage to me and allowed me to top up the gas.. for reasons I shall withhold..

We drove back to the airport and returned back the car to Thrifty.. and checked in for an Air Canada flight to cross the country for a 4 1/2 hrz flight across to the east coast.. to the city of Toronto, Ontario.


She just can't resist to take a pic of this guy..

Arriving into Toronto

We arrived in Toronto at abt 1am, after being delayed for almost an hour out of Vancouver..

Well.. itz Air Canada and not the world's #1 airline from Singapore anyway.. and got out to be greeted by my aunt and uncle who lives there..

They migrated to Toronto close to 40 years ago.. my aunt was a former Malaysian who lived in Singapore and met my uncle who was from Guyana, and travelled to Singapore with the British Army for the Indonesian Confrontation..

Anyway, we got a newfound addiction in Toronto..

Tim Horton's..

Itz not just the bagels with poppy seeds and sesame and cream cheese, and the hot chocolate and French Vanilla Latte.. itz the place itself.. the ambiance, color, lights.. so, for the entire duration of the trip.. we were hooked to Timmy's..

14th Feb 2008

We spent the day at home, and the later part of it just around the city of Brampton, where my aunt stays.. at the mall nearby called Bramelea City Centre and had our dinner there at Popeye's.. and to Walmart, where my wife had one of her dreams fulfilled.. to shop in Walmart..



ok.. it might not mean so much to u American fellas.. but we don't have Walmart here.. just Mustafa Centre..

Which is better than Walmart, btw..

Didn't do much else on that day though...

15th Feb 2008

We went off to visit my uncle at his workplace, which is an Islamic Cultural Centre in Toronto, called Noor Centre.. which was founded by the Lakhani family.. we did our Friday prayers there and spent the rest of the evening and money shopping in Yorkdale mall..

Where she got to go to this place..


And this..


And this.. not just La Senza..


Had our dinner at the foodcourt there and went back home..

We had our Bourne trilogy marathon in Toronto, with the first two installments on the first two nights..

16th Feb 2008

Started our day quite early to drive from Brampton to Niagara to view the natural wonder of the world.. Niagara Falls..

I had seen pictures of it since I was a kid thru the pictures that my mom showed me when she went there for 3 months in 1981.. and Toronto had ever since been my dream destination.. so it was a dream come true for me to get to go to Toronto, finally.. and with my beautiful bride during my honeymoon.. it just cant get any better..

I had seen clips of Niagara Falls from the movie Superman II since I was a kid too..

And viewing it in real life is totally different from what I had always envisioned..



Coz it was all frozen..

it was freezing cold in Niagara.. and it was reflected in the glaciers that we saw..



Imagine MASSIVE volume of water from the top, crashing down to the river.. and being frozen almost immediately as they reached the bottom..


The American falls looked so small and cute compared to the Canadian Niagara.. and it was really a breathtaking sight..

And it was freezing cold where we were too so we had to cut short the view and leave.. to head down to my cousin's place at Kitchener..

My cousin, Kamal, lives with his wife and two beautiful babies, Malek and Nala.. Malek being the intuitive one with good memory and DAMN GOOD KNOWLEDGE OF CARS at abt 5 yrz old.. and 3 yr old Nala, who is the epitome of feminineness.. and have a passion for ballet..


Nala and Malek.


Us.. with the kids..

We stayed over for the night in their beautiful home.. and not only that.. the couple gave up their bedroom for us..

Thatz so touchingly unbelievable coz we never expected that from them and didn't ask for it. We would have been comfortable in the basement, and they insisted that we take their bed and they sleep in the basement..

It was a beautiful basement though.. with a big kickass HDTV, in which we stayed up for several hours watching the last of the Bourne trilogy..


Clockwise from top left.. Me, Kamal, Tracy, Nala, My Aunt Asmah, Malek, and my beautiful bride..

17th Feb 2008

Went out with my cousin to the St Jacob's village, to go to a marketplace where the Mennonites trade..

Mennonites are like the Amish.. they don't use electricity or phones, and no cars either.. so they are still with horses and carriages..

Unfortunately, maybe due to the cold weather or the fact that it was a Sunday so they might be in church, we didn't get to see any of them.. so we ended up at St Jacob's factory outlet mall.. and got quite a number of good stuffs..

like Levi's jeans for 21 bucks?

And 3-piece Samsonite bags for $200? which normally would be selling at abt $400 to $500?

After that short shopping trip, we got back to Kamal's place and soon enough, went back to my aunt's place in Brampton.. with a short dinner stopover at Bramelea..


A novelty hair salon for kids called MelonHead..

That night, we all had some rough work to do..


My uncle had to remove the ice from the windscreen for the trip the next day..


I had to clear some choke in the toilet..


And my wife was just about to shovel the snow for the entire neighbourhood.. but the snow just had to fall again..

Well.. anyway.. we spent a lil time outside at the driveway shovelling snow, and my wife collected some snow to pack it back home..

Before we left Vancouver, she actually had wondered whether were there any snow in Toronto..

18th Feb 2008

The next day.. we took at subway train out to the city.. hitched a ride from my aunt to Bramelea, and took a bus to Yorkdale.. had some bagels at Tim Horton's and then we switched to the subway to the city..

In the subway..

We spent a lil bit of the day walking around the city of Toronto.. going a lil bit here and there at Eaton Centre, the Old and New City Halls and viewing the CN Tower from the street..



Actually.. this pic was taken 2 days before that when we drove pass the tower..


Old City Hall.. and this pic too.. taken a few days before..

Nothing much that we could do there coz the place is closed due to a public holiday called Family Day.. the first of such a holiday in Canada which coincide with the American President's day..


Some kids ice skating in the city..

And a squirrel posing for a pic..

We left soon after to go back to my aunt's place coz we were invited for dinner at Aunt Venrah's place.. who is a friend of my aunt who came over and stayed at my place for a couple of weeks in December for her holiday.. she didn't get to attend our wedding, so I brought my bride there for Aunt Venrah to meet her for the first time as my wife instead of my fiancee..

After dinner, we went back to my aunt's place and packed for our flight the next day..

19th Feb 2008

We started very early in the morning to head down to Buffalo.. which is across the border in United States coz the flight tickets from Buffalo to JFK Airport was like $200 cheaper per person, compared to Toronto's Pearson Airport.. so my aunt and uncle had to drive us down to the States.. which they were definitely not excited abt coz, as my uncle put it.. u get anything u want in Canada.. so there's no reason to go to there..

Which is true anyway.. except for Disneyland.. u don't get Disneyland in Canada.. and I think thatz it..


Hanging Traffic Lights out of Toronto to Buffalo..

So we said goodbye to Canada.. after a week long stay in the beautiful country, with the beautiful ppl, my beautiful family on the second half of the week, beautiful bagels in beautiful Timmy's.. to head down to the place which is of the exact opposite.. New York City..

Arriving in New York City


The hour-long flight from Buffalo to John F Kennedy Airport in New York City on JetBlue was quite uneventful.. except that they serve naturally blue colored potato chips..

weird..

We had to take the AirTrain to Jamaica station to get to the city.. and initially, we got on the wrong side of the track and ended up elsewhere, moved back to the terminal, and finally, after asking the reception and an hour pushing and pulling the bags, we got to the NYC subway station..

Took the subway to head down to our hotel at Park Central, and almost crashed as soon as we arrived..

After checking in, we walked around a lil bit, and my wife, who had gotten used to the extreme Canadian weather by then, underestimated the cold in NYC.. with the draft blowing in between the buildings, it can get really dreadfully chilly..

Brought my wife to Abercrombie & Fitch's flagship store at 5th Ave, and she saw the Trump Tower nearby.. and walked around the street where she saw the rest of the places.. Broadway, Rockefeller Center, Times Square and the New York Public Library where Peter Parker's uncle got shot..

Rockefeller Center..



Well.. we didn't plan to park here anyway..

A mounted policeman..


And there's more where that came from..

And for those who didn't get to mount horses..


Times Square..


We walked down the street till we get to 34th Street @ Broadway.. and for her to shop at Victoria's Secrets store itself..


Too bad that on this trip, we didn't get to watch any plays at Broadway.. not that I had ever watched any plays at all anyway..

20th Feb 2008

Woke up slightly late coz of the exhaustion, and went over to 49th street's Teriyaki Boy for lunch.. which is basically a cheap Japanese restaurant.. took the train to Battery Park and a ferry ride to Liberty Island..


The Brooklyn Bridge.. from the ferry on the way to Liberty Island..



Ellis Island..

And presenting..


The Lady Liberty herself

We walked around a lil bit at Liberty Island, before heading back to Manhattan..

And to take a tour of the Financial Centre of the world..


The Charging Bull near Wall Street..

Right is for work.. left is for play..

A stretched limo..

And soon after.. we headed down to the other Wonder in NYC.. Century 21.. which is the place that no one should miss if u are ever going to NYC.. and had always been one of my favourite places.. where u can really get real branded stuffs really cheap..

No need to bargain one.. and real some more.. not bedek ones..

After several hours of shopping, we left and walked around WTC Ground Zero, which is nothing spectacular now.. no tourist attractions, memorials.. just a construction area..


Ground Zero..

Soon after that, we went off to Times Square and got halal pizza and brought it back to the room and didn't really get to eat it coz we were too exhausted.


The Pizza Man..

And the little girl eating the huge pizza..

21st Feb 2008

Another day of shopping.. brought my wife for a bus trip to New Jersey.. to an outlet mall called Jersey Gardens.. another place with REALLY GOOD CHEAP STUFFS.. though I cant write here what we bought.. just that we did buy a number of nice things..

After that lil shopping spree, we head back to NYC, stopping over at Times Square..





REAL NYPD..

And we took a lil bit of time to visit some of our friends..


Like Samuel Jackson..


Some notty communist friend of ours..


Some patriotic ones..


Sorry Hill.. as much as we like Bill.. and we like you too... but we Singaporean Democrats are rooting for Obama..

And let me present you.. someone.. who is..

Sexier than Tina Turner..


And prettier than Michael Jackson..


Formerly from Spice Girls..


And the only girl in N'Sync..



As critical as Simon..

once again..

Let me present you..


the American Idol!

Nur Zahirah!

ok.. while she was busy entertaining the crowd.. I had my fair share too..



I met up with Gandhi..


Sang with Bob..

Counted Mick Jagger's bunny teeth..


Chill out with the Osbornes..

And sang with James Brown..

That was a tiring night..

but that was the last nite of our honeymoon..

We spent the rest of the night walking around a lil bit, looking around and bringing my wife to the Grand Central Station and a view of Madison Square Garden from the outside, and to look for food and ended up at Sbarro Pizza between 44th and 45th street..


On the streets of Manhattan, with Chrysler Building in the background..

And soon after, retired back in our room and started packing..

We started with a single luggage, a laptop bag and a cabin bag..

We ended with 2 luggage cargo bags, 2 cabin bags and 2 laptop bags..

And lots and lots of shopping..

22nd Feb 2008

Since our flight back was on a subload ticket, which means, we could only get seats if there were any left.. we had to get to the airport early.. we checked out at 12 noon, and placed our luggages at the concierge..

Went for another lunch at Teriyaki Boy and walked around a lil to look for some typical NYC souvenirs..

There was a snowstorm that morning, and even till noon the snowfall was still very heavy, and the airports had been closed..

Newark Airport, where we were to take our flight back from had been closed for 6 hrs..


The snowstorm..


The aftermath..

So we got our bags, took a private taxi and left for the airport at 4pm.. and our flight was supposed to be at 11pm that night.. but we just couldn't take any chances of getting stuck on the road without being abt to get to the airport at all.. so we became a lil bit kanchong spider to go there early and just sat there for a drink and sandwiches..

We got there at 4.30pm..

But it was ok anyway.. lots of time means that we are safe.. and the counter was open at 7pm.. we got our tickets, and waited for the flight.. and bought coffee and hot chocolate from a rude woman from a makeshift cafe within the gate area..

Damn.. we miss Tim Horton's..

Whistler's was romantic.. Toronto was sweet and family oriented.. New York was exhausting..

And we miss it.. more than Tim Horton's..

The flight back was quite light too.. a direct flight from Newark to Singapore, for 18 hours.. and we had wonderful crew on board again.. but then again.. what else can u expect from Singapore Airlines rite.. itz always wonderful.. and if I ever quit and be a paying pax, I'ld fly with Singapore Airlines too..

My wife, who had a fear of flying.. or rather.. fear for the fast speed that the aircraft takes off with, had 5 flights within 2 weeks, on 3 airlines.. and she got out of that fear within minutes of our first flight out from Singapore to Seoul..

And managed to compare the airlines.. Singapore Airlines, Air Canada and JetBlue.

And the verdict was really no brainer..

heh.. no wonder we are #1..

And so.. on 24th Feb 2008, we arrived in Singapore.. at the end of our honeymoon..

and the outcome of it all?


Our very own 1cm Pakistani fella, with a heartbeat of 149bpm..

That's a LOT of work for a lil kid..