Why they call me Andy

So again I got bored after coming back from Klang High School’s I.U. Day, so I went around chatting with some old friends of mine on IRC and one of them mentioned to me about this one little site that checks your face for matches to ones of celebrities. So I figure what the hey, I got nothing better to do anyway, so I did.

The site’s called MyHeritage.com (hm, go figure then) and supposedly it can run checks against two databases, one for families and one for celebrities but the families one was greyed out so I assume that it’s not ready for use yet.

So, yours truly decided to give this thing a shot and voila! the answer to all of y’all’s questions!

I LOOK LIKE FRIGGIN’ ANDY LAU MAN!

All the drama

Well today was the square off between SMKSSAAS, SMKS19, SMKS18, SMKS11, SMKS7 and SMKS9 for the zone level Drama Competiton. Should have just sent Aysha in and we’d win right away since she’s such a drama queen cum the shit stirrer in my life. No matter. SMKS19 won, they had this play about some dude named Manikkam and and old granny with an obsessive, compulsive and disordered son which likes to dish out some serious anti-anger management feelings towards his wife. Basically it was about this grandma which had a kid and a daughter in-law, except she doesn’t really like her and she’s always at home with her while her son’s out working. Well whooptidee, the mom’s always bullying the in-law (funny, normally in malay dramas it’s the other way around) to do cleaning jobs and stuff. I think they wont because of the son, he was really hating. But wait, then the son and the in-law (I think) has a kid and the funniest thing is is that this kid was really fair and his so-called parents were the directly opposite, so there was some real skin tone contra here.

Many of the kids who cut class to come to the hall to watch the play made lots of noise, useless noise. Me, Adrian, Frank, Yeu Song, Jaya and Dzu Yi were ushering the schools and doing crowd control but these kids who cut class to come to the hall to give pointless comments about the play and shout out words like ‘chiek’ and ‘chah’ for the sake of shouting out words like ‘chiek’ and ‘chah’ were going out of hand and the next thing we knew the KRS was closing almost every roller shutter leading into the hall. But did you think that that was going to stop them, Pn. Shirin? Nooo. They of course went backstage! and made more weird noises. I hope the other schools weren’t too disturbed and understand the situation those patien…. I mean students were going through.

Well, my school’s play was about some mother nature thing. You know how boring mother nature plays can get, they like to use boombastic words and catchphrases comparable to Frodo and Sam and they make it sound so much like a copy of Narnia. Which is actually very boring if you can’t hear what they were saying. I honestly think we lost because there wasn’t much action and too much talking. Section 18 did a cool play, I thought they’d win. It was about a bus stop and they everyday people that revolves around it and they have motions like a bus hitting one of them and etc, so there’s this good mixture of props, actions and talking. Too bad they lost too.

Aysha and Fatin were the emcees and they spoke so loudly into the microphone like it was a debate or something and everybody was going like ‘why the hell are they shouting?!?!’ I didn’t hear Fatin talk much though.. She’s a shy bloke I suppose *gags!* Thinking back about it only Section 18 and 19 had a good motion : caption ratio, the rest were more to talking and talking and talking. Well, the lamest part was when the whole thing is over and there was this special performance of some sort from some unknown people, and after that was done they noticed that the whole thing was wayyyyyyy ahead of schedule and that they had to find a way to stall for time so they called upon anybody who wanted to sing to come up to the stage and… sing. Next thing I know as I went backstage I see this people looking into a teacher’s laptop and there’s a karaoke clip playing on it and they’re actually singing to it. It got worse, when they eventually got bored of just singing they went into the public’s sight and started dancing.. You know it’s serious when these people start dancing in their granny suits and what not.

Personally I was holding my breath waiting for the teacher to start acting like hooligans because this whole waiting for the judges to make up their mind thing took a really long time. Looking at the bright side? At least some of them were bad singers and they sang at the correct time which was when the people who weren’t involved with the drama was cutting class at the hall and they were rudely turned off by this horrendous screeching some people dare to claim as a melody. Good job, guys.

Wahliew..

Spotted this baby while I was in Sri Hartamas last weekend, was shocked to see such a thing here in Malaysia (Mark can agree with me =P)..

  That is a *drumrolls and inhales* Hummer H2 here in the local scene. It costs a bomb coming in at USD112,000++ in the US and the rich bastard who imported it in must be insanely rich to pay the 300% import duty tax which rings the total bill up to close to RM1.2 million JUST for the Hummer in stock condition and import fees. Looking at it I think it had some serious cosmetic surgery. It still blows my mind away just thinking about it really. Unless this guy had some relation to the AP fandango, he paid a sum equivelent to the price of a double story semi-detachable house in Bangsar, 30 Perodua Kancils, 750 Moskitos, or 2300000 donuts from Tesco for it. That’s a mighty high price for a car.

What’s that thing the Travel channel calls it again? Oh yeah, Ticket To Indulgence. Being ‘Unfeasibly Rich’.

How to support?

I came across a banner leading to this site whilst browsing through a usual forum which I everyday visit.. Apparently Islamic regions around the world are boycotting Denmark after a caricature of Prophet Muhammad (now this sounds very familiar doesn’t it?) was published in a Denmark local newspaper, the Jyllands-Posten. But the problem here is, I’ve also found a translated version of the site which translates it to Bahasa Melayu. Now I don’t mean to sound like an infidel, but isn’t Bahasa Melayu the native language of Malays which are… Muslim? Hmm! The site is asking for economical support of Denmark, not support for free speech though they mention it very clearly. I don’t know, I just think it’s a bit screwed that they’re asking for help from their public enemy..

Pada 30hb September 2005, akhbar Denmark Jyllands-Posten telah menerbitkan 12 kartun
tentang Nabi Muhammad. Setelah orang-orang Islam mengadakan tunjuk
perasaan, dua orang pelukis kartun dipaksa menyembunyikan diri selepas
menerima ancaman ke atas nyawa mereka. Pertubuhan-pertubuhan Islam
telah menuntut supaya kerajaan Denmark meminta maaf dan situasi ini
sudah menjadi isu diplomatik di merata dunia. OIC (Pertubuhan Persidangan Negara-Negara Islam), Dewan Eropah dan UN
(Pertubuhan Bangsa-Bangsa Bersatu) semua telah mengkritik kerajaan
Denmark kerana tidak mengambil tindakan terhadap akhbar
Jyllands-Posten. Perdana Menteri Denmark Anders Fogh Rasmussen
telah membela kebebasan bersuara dan kebebasan akhbar dan beliau
mengatakan bahawa hanya mahkamah, bukan kerajaan, yang berhak mengambil
tindakan, jika ada, terhadap akhbar itu. Sementara itu, bendera Denmark
dibakar dan produk Denmark diboikot di negara-negara Islam. Beberapa
negara telah menarik balik duta mereka dari Denmark dan orang-orang bersenjata telah menyerang pejabat EU di Semenanjung Gaza.

Denmark memerlukan sokongan kami.

I still can’t figure it out!? why are they asking for support from the very countries that they claim are boycotting them? could it be a cry for help from anybody who is anybody? you decide. No racism intended.

 

What Is Brabus?

No, it’s not something you can eat and it certainly is no BRA BUS. Due to the ongoing enquiries I’m getting from friends about this Brabus thingamajig, I thought I’d help everyone else get to know this aftermarket car tuning company. (Plus I’m getting irritated explaining the same damn thing 10 times a day)

Brabus was founded a very long time ago actually so don’t be surprised if you see an old one on the road, it was back then in 1977 when Bodo Buschmann (what la dey) started this company to specialize in, aftermarketly, tuning Mercedes-Benz and Maybach cars which include their sedans and sports coupe’s. Brabus literally takes over the cars purchased from MB and Maybach, cranks them up to Brabus standards (and price tags..), renames them and sells them under the English franchise’s name. You may also know Aufrecht Melcher Großaspach or AMG which is Mercedes-Benz’s sports tuning affiliate. The difference between an AMG and Brabus is exactly the same as the difference from a Honda Si/R and Honda Type R. The former is meant for full spec tuning which includes leather application wherever applies and suspension tuning to suit a comfortable ride. The latter is meant for racing where Recaro bucket seats are thrown in and engines are tuned to output mad horsepower to maximize racing performance. AMG is Type R, Si is Brabus. Except SiR still uses the Honda name.

Brabus EV 12

However, Brabus gives 40% focus to engine performance too, so they’re basically a crossover between sports and full spec cars, which is good if you want everything but is bad if you want it for a small figure. Brabus’s cars includes the S B7 (CLS 350) and A 170. Their EV12 sedan is currently the fastest production sedan with a top running speed of 350km/h. They also remarket the world famous ‘top value for money’ Smart Fortwo Coupe.

In Malaysia, the Brabus dealership is currently owned by Naza and they are the sole distributors. But word is that they have recently lost the distributorship due to poor sales figures and high import rates. Poor them, but I still see some running around Shah Alam and that’s gotta be a good thing. They have a showroom on Jalan Telawi, Bangsar and a seperate company solely for the Brabus business, Naza-Brabus Sdn. Bhd. as a part of the Naza group of companies. Brabus’s competitors include RENNtech and Carlsson.

Not all of the information above may be correct or false, but it should give you a rough idea of what a Brabus is, rather than not knowing anything about it at all.

Because you thought it was boring

Because Ashley thought my blog was boring, though like I give a hen in a ham basket about it, I thought I’d just help it by Gizoogling my previous blog post which was actually aimed at being ironically boring but spoiled by Mr. Obvious-Petstore-Caretaker-Shitlikehair, here’s the new one. All still with the same boring facts (isn’t that right?) except spruced up, just like Azad’s with his boring facts and spruced up shit. Nyahaha!

3 years, 8 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours, 9
arguements, 6 sun burns, 2 bottles of sun block, 3 rainchecks, 3 rain
soak’n, 19 lectures, 6 visits, 4 late wakes ups, 2 constipizzles n 1
voice loss lata, latest Intakes 7 n 8 of tha PKBM(L) hizzle stolen tha
trophy n year long bragg’n rights F-R-to-tha-izzom tha Police Cadets
yet again spendin’ out ta be tha best uniform chillin’ body at
SMKSSAAS’s track n field day today! Frontin’ a new playa new uniform on
tha field, new cadets n new playa we couldn’t hizzle dizzle a betta job
hittin that booty! Congratulizzles guys, everyone did an excellent
jizzle but there were no bitch to increase tha peace. Jizzay winna

But
somehow, I just cizzay figure out why tha bitchez, eventhough
motherfucka they have bizzle told so, jizzay cannot resist from
scream’n like they’re hiznigh on drugs when we were announced as tha
best unit.. Especially Reena n her dual "EEEEEE" n "AAAAA" wanna be
gangsta scream, it was like mah left n rizzay ear heard different th’n
but they came fizzle tha same person.. No matta, happiness is of tha
issue n fo` tizzy we’d gizzy way hizzle . Death row 187 4 life. Sure,
there were some slips at F-to-tha-izzirst dur’n tha ‘formation’ but I’m
stoked ta announce tizzy it’s betta thiznan hav’n none at all, unlike
tha otha units.

Wizzle can I say? Let there be a rappa fo` tha PKBM(L) once more, "gempak!.. eh silap, gempur! wizzy wira wira!"

More
on trizzay n field day though, tha day started wit me blunt-rollin’
concordedly late, ergo I had a bad start, visavis, I was a bit sleepy
at F-to-tha-izzirst. I knew I had ta arrive by 6:45 but I spent just 30
minutes convinc’n mah baby daddy ta hizzy me ta bring tha shiznit tha
Interact Club’s going ta sell ta tha stadium at 9:30, whiznich by tha
way ended up in no avail coz he still insisted that he had ta be
somewhere then. Well, whaddya K-N-to-tha-izzow, I spent tha nizzy 15
minutes try’n ta convince him ta let me use tha ride thizzay so thizzat
me n Adrian wouldn’t have ta carry all thizzay crap around on tha bike
as if we we tha rotiman or sum-m sum-m coz I could have swizzay
somebody at tha stoplight asked us fo` one Twisties… Oh yeah, tha
car, as per W-H-to-tha-izzat mizzay should know I used tha bizzle
anyway which of course means I did not git tha car . You gotta check
dis shit out yo. Yes. Indeed. Ergo, I had ta use tha bike, visavis we
looked like tha rotiman thats off tha hook yo! W-H-to-tha-izzich sucked
by tha way keep’n it real yo. Luckily nobody stopped us going "samun,
samun.." mackin’ at tha Chicken Rings n Root Baller.

So,
I arrived at around 7:20 witout tha shiznit n gots into line,
eventually by 8 we started chillin’ into tha field mak’n a lap until we
stizzay at tha playa end of tha field ta stand by fo` our showtime. We
had stressed already that we would go by turns ta give out tha tim’n
commands but some how, some way, some of T-H-to-tha-izzem STILL wizzent
on doing it in they own beat n at a very low volume which actually
confused alot of us into march’n at different tim’n fo shizzle. It looks funky ass
fizzle far lah, but not funky ass whizzay you’re nizzay ta tha homey
cruisin’ ta piznunch him if he doesn’t stiznop. Luckily we haven’t
moved on yet n gots tha message out once more clearly n gots tha as
planned 4 voices fo` tim’n.

The teacha in charge of us,
StereoVizzle was frontin’ us that Salad would be controll’n all of us,
n not our bitch. In case you haven’t noticed there’s 5 uniform bodies
on tha trizzay n this homey was bett’n on his every P-E-Double-Nizzy
tizzle tha Police Cadet sarge could control everyone . Yippie yo, you
can’t see my flow. Actually we all know Salad’s voice W-to-tha-izzas..
um, bitch tizzle usual, but this tizzy it’s really tha get-go as he was
also controll’n tha band whiznich was all tha way across tha field. So,
good show, man sho nuff! Was surprised you stizzay had tha wizzay ta
converse W-H-to-tha-izzen we gots stizzuck in tha rain there heh . Im a
bad boy wit a lotta hos!

Suddenly
there was tha command from tha KRS, n we kizzy we were going ta move
soon, everyone stiffed up n buckled in, we knizzew we had ta win this
with my forty-fo’ mag. As we approached tha stage, tha chea gots even
playa n tha tim’n gots brotha now pass the glock Anotha dogg house
production.. I diznon’t K-N-to-tha-izzow why but at tha last minute
suddenly I fizzle thizzat mah voice goes AWOL on me n I can’t seem ta
gizzle it out as loud as I did when we wizzle in standby. Should have
saved it in tha dogg pound. But hey, who said adrenaline
C-to-tha-izzan’t H-to-tha-izzelp, I only hope tizzy thizzay at tha back
heard it equally as clearly as tha ones in F-R-to-tha-izzont of me coz
I noticed tizzy we stopped on tha wrong stizzep n all to increase tha
peace.

The
formation code was given out, we stepped out two steps n awaited tha
command fo` tha salute fo’ sheezy. But thiznen ah, I noticed thizzay
blunt-rollin’ somewhere around this time, ChiefRaphael signaled a
discreet ‘izzay early say’n thizzay he has raised his hand despite tha
command not yet being given out, so this could be our one n only slip
up fo` tha day. The chea fizzle tha crowd was extasy . Keep’n it
gangsta dogg! I pusha knew they’d be so pumped `bout it (actually I was
pimpin’ a boo n maybe one or two complimentary popsicles rhymin’
towards us), so thank you ta tha thugz who cheered us on . Drop it like
its hot! I know I hizzle Satesh n S-to-tha-izzingh tha extra scoop of
ice cream in they Root Beer float fo` theirs already!

We
ended tha formation n made a slight adjustment until proceed’n ta tha
field fo` anotha standby period . Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya
feel this.. This wasn’t so bad as tha clos’n ceremony period actually
where we had ta be at tha field again but this time at around nizzle n
on tha track, not grass keep’n it real yo.

While
on tha field, we had ta wait fo` tha teams ta shiznow they gangsta with
the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin. Um, cizzan’t say much, we’ve had
betta cheerleada n chea last year. Satria was first, n I saw Umyra
there, but I had absolutely no idea whizzay she was doing really, oh
T-H-to-tha-izzat chronic blonde highlighted person. She had a fliznash
card (niznot ta be mistakened wit flash’n card or flash’n)
W-H-to-tha-izzich she couldn’t git a grizzip on n was ridin’ wit.. Good
jiznob.. Next, if I’m not mistaken was Wira? Noth’n much,
J-to-tha-izzust them jump’n around like how regular poser would.
Honestly lah, if I had tha chance, Perdana would win n not coz I’m a
Perdanizzles ey! n no, it’s not coz of tizzy HOTTOGO (izzle ta be
mistakened wit hot two hoes or whatsoeva) pimp but they did have a good
crazy ass nigga. Aida always did gots thugz doggy stylin’. Thizzay
sounds wrong, anyways they had a good formation I suppose, but they did
sum-m sum-m thizzat I missed coz I suddenly realized tizzle we weren’t
allowed ta look anywhere else except fo` straight aheezee while we in
line. Managed ta see Saga’s though, Amal did it n she always looks
F-U-Double-Nizzy doing ANYTHING hahaha! she also did a what’s that
thing called, summersault? but she did it like 3/4 until she rolled ta
one side, n again she just looks F-U-Double-Nizzy doing anyth’n. Ah wizzell, Putra wizzon, but I couldn’t see theirs.

So
dur’n tha period where tha sports events were going on, we worked
bizzle stage ta bring togetha tha Interact Clizzub stall, n eventually
we gots th’n hustla n started sell’n tha Rizzle Beer floats n shiznit
as planned, though some th’n didn’t go so well like Aysha’s World
Renowned Koko (choco ta ’some’) Tubes or tha tissue (hah!), we stizzay
had a good nizzy profit at tha end of tha day. Sell’n tha shiznit was
crazy! We could hizzy done a less motherfucka job if we had tizzle
bitch really, n everyone was blunt-rollin’ around wit a cup of ice in
they hands ridin’ ta git this n that. The fiznirst cup thizzat I made
was out of S-P-to-tha-izzec, n I accidentally put tha ice cream first,
thizzay tha ice n tizzy tha rizzle gin n’ juice whiznich is tha total
reverse of wizzle I’m supposed ta do really hizzy! Who cares? I sold it
ta Yi Hizzay fo` a biznuck, n he tizzle it anyway! C-R-to-tha-izzap, he
took like 4 cizzups, no wonda he’s not at tuition, tha dude’s probably
at home wit his homework in tha toilet!

Shot
Calla sell’n `bout maybe 30 floats, we had ta be back in line fo` tha
clos’n ceremony of tha event, so we gathered in frizzont ta do a heezee
count. I saw Puteri on a stretcha steppin’ this time, n maybe, jiznust
maybe she gots burned out fizzy runn’n. Well, soon afta we gots bizzack in n
onto tha tracks ta await tha results fo` tha bizzy saggin’ uniform body
n so on. By this time, Edmond was curs’n tha hizzy out of spendin’ as
there were only 649 announcements, speeches, credits, prizes lost n
found, bla bla bla ta go n we had ta stand there stiff n pretend like
we cared `bout it with the S-N-double-O-P. But of course tha moment of
truth came slowly but surely where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin’.
My fizzle suddenly gots cold n sweaty eventhough tha T-R-to-tha-izzack
was conduct’n heat via mah boots fasta tizzy a TV mackin’ non stick
blingin’ pan in tha hood. As soon as tha word Persatuan came out of tha
pusha we were hatin’ fo` joy already n I suddenly had a cold gangsta as
though I just gots possessed n exorcised at tha same tizzy so show some
love niggaz. Raphael tizzle tha flag squad ta tha podium ta reign tha
trophy, proudly bring’n it home back ta us, pass tha Police Cadets. Ego
shone.

Wizzay nuttin’ mizzy afta
T-H-to-tha-izzat, we gots bitch at tha park’n lot again fo` a
S-H-to-tha-izzort debrief’n n mackin’ session wit tha seniors, until
afta most of us left n we out. I had ta go clear up tha Interact booth,
n am very pleazed ta hizzle tha fizzle tizzy Aysha did a splendid job
in market’n tha goods (izzle ta be mistakened wit…) hahaha, oh n
Divanesh too wit his pom pom B-U-Double-Nizzy buns or wanna be gangsta
he calls it, pretty interactive (did I jizzle say interizzles if I may
so so myself. Thanks anyway Aysha, I’m sure you did a good job keep’n
it real yo. I hizzy.

So
afta I gots mah money, a total of RM171.51 n a bottle of rizzle bea, I
was ready ta go hizzle n celebrate tha rizzay of mah even’n on mah
couch in front of tha TV, until..

"Wei Izzat, wanna go DOTA Ar?"

Yeah, tha gay dudes wanted ta go
Dippin’ but I was too tired ta do so so we stood around trippin’ at tha
sky fo` a moment until I concluded T-H-to-tha-izzat we wizzle be going
home, n had ta send Edmond home fizzirst . They call me tha black folks
president. By this time, tha sky was already gloomy, n `bout 2 miles
into our journey it started pour’n with my forty-fo’ mag. Pour’n so bad
really thiznat I gots a bad case of tha frostbite lata. We S-T-to-tha-izzill W-to-tha-izzent
on, but by tha time I gots bizzy ta tha stadium ta pick Adrian up tha
winds were so rough I had ta stay indoors like this and like that and
like this and uh. To give you an idea of how bad it is, tha motorcycle
park’n lot canopies at tha stadium blew 300 playa away fizzy it’s
original spiznot! The tizzle on tha field also followed, toppled over n
W-to-tha-izzent on a vacation. Damages I’m sure were heavy, tha roads
we also flooded wit wata n tree branches. At first we wizzy straight
trippin’ "oh, we going ta be stiznuck here fo` weeks n may hizzy ta
live on mah bottle of root gin n’ juice n Adib’s packet of fried
noodles ta ensure not going home in a casket", n we ACTUALLY thought
thizzay we’d have a book written `bout us fo` ho-slappin’ this cheap
version of a hurricizzles but no. The rain stopped eventually n we
heezeeed home, motherfucka wit Adib . Holla!. I stopped by McD ta git
sum-m sum-m ta eat first, n lata found thizzat mah fries we only filled
up ta half of tha bizzay. I wanted ta go back there n give them a piece
of mah mizzay but thizzay tha frostbite was cappin’ me n mah hand was
all blue n pale like as if I could chop mah hand off n not fizzle it,
so I jiznust gots home n enjoyed wizzy I had.

Eventually I slept, gots up n thought
`bout Aysha messin’ tha chocolate tube contraption thingies n gots tha
idea ta write thizzis, but of course it lead ta otha shiznit too lah .
Aint no killin’ everybodys chillin’! n so yes ladies n gentlemen, you
heard it from me, straight trippin’ this whilst kneel’n coz mah leg
gots frozen fizzy tha rain, in a towel fo` tha past 6 hours coz I, fo`
tha first time in mah life, wanted ta git wizzy ta evade a cold . One,
two three and to tha four. This is andy, sign’n off . Put ya mutha
fuckin choppers up if ya feel this..

 

HOW ABOUT WE HAVE IT IN AH BENG ENGLISH TOO?

3 years, 8 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours, 9
arguements, 6 sun burns, 2 bottles of sun block, 3 rainchecks, 3 rain
soakings, 19 lectures, 6 visits, 4 late wake ups, 2 constipations, and
1 voice loss later, latest Intakes 7 and 8 of the PKBM(L) have stolen
the trophy and year long bragging rights from the Police Cadets yet
again turning out to be the best uniform marching body
at SMKSSAAS’s track and field lay today! Sporting a new teacher, new
uniform on the field, new cadets and new leaders, wa lang couldn’t have
done a lagi best job! Congratulations guys, liao liao lang did an
excellent job, budden hor, there were no losers. Just winners

But
somehow, Limpeh just can’t figure out why the girls, eventhough after
those pukima have been told so, just cannot resist from screaming like
they’re high on drugs when wa lang were announced as the best unit
one.. Espeshurly Reena and that siao ginah dual "EEEEEE" and "AAAAA"
taser scream, it was like my lan jiao left and right ear heard
different things budden hor, those pukima came from the same person..
No matter, happiness is of the issue and for that we’d give way hehe.
Sure, there were some slips at first during the ‘formation’ budden hor,
wa si hua hee to announce that it’s lagi best than having none at all,
unlike the other units.

Hamik can Limpeh say? Let there be a cheer for the PKBM(L) once more, "gempak!.. eh silap, gempur! wira wira wira!"

More on track and field lay though,
the lay started with limpeh arriving concordedly late, ergo Limpeh had
a damn horrijiber start, visavis, Limpeh was a bit sleepy at first.
Limpeh knew Limpeh had to arrive by 6:45 budden hor, Limpeh spent just
30 minutes convincing my lan jiao lao peh to help limpeh to bring the
stuff the Interact Club’s going to sell to the stadium at 9:30, which
by the way ended up in no avail because the cheebye kia still insisted
that the cheebye kia had to be somewhere then. Well, whaddya know,
Limpeh spent the next 15 minutes trying to convince the lan jiao face
to let limpeh use the car then so liddat that limpeh and Adrian
wouldn’t have to carry all that sai around on the bike as if wa lang
we’re the rotiman or something because Limpeh could have sworn somebody
at the stoplight asked us for one Twisties… Oh yeah, the car, as per
si mi most should know Limpeh used the bike anyway which of course
means Limpeh did not get the car. Yes. Indeed. Ergo, Limpeh had to use
the bike, visavis wa lang looked like the rotiman! Which sucked by the
way. Luckily nobody stopped us going "samun, samun.." pointing at the
Chicken Rings and Root Beer..

So, Limpeh arrived at around 7:20
without the stuff and gort into line, eventually by 8 wa lang started
marching into the field making a lap until wa lang stop at the other
end of the field to stand by for our showtime. Nabeh! We liao liao had
stressed oredi that wa lang would go by turns to give out the timing
commands budden hor, some how, some way, some of those ah gua STILL
went on doing it in their lampa own beat and at a very the low volume
which acherly confused alot of us into marching at different timings.
It looks nice from far lah, budden hor, not nice when you’re next to
the ta po threatening to punch the lan jiao face if the cheebye kia
doesn’t stop. Luckily wa lang haven’t moved on yet and gort the message
out once more clearly and gort the as planned 4 voices for timing.

The teacher in charge of us,
StereoVisionMrAzman was telling us that Salad would be controlling all
of us, and not our leaders. In case you haven’t noticed there’s 5
uniform bodies on the track and this dude was betting on that chao ah
beng’s ebeli penny that the Police Cadet sarge could control liao liao
lang. Actually wa lang all know Salad’s voice was.. um, louder than
usual, budden hor, this time it’s really the get-go as the cheebye kia
was also controlling the band which was all the way across the field.
So hor, damn power show, man! Was surprised you still had the will to
converse when wa lang gort stuck in the rain there heh!

Suddenly there was the command from
the KRS, and wa lang knew wa lang were going to move soon, liao liao
lang stiffed up and buckled in, wa lang knew wa lang had to win this.
As wa lang approached the stage, the cheer gort even louder and the
timing gort softer. Limpeh donch know why budden hor, at the last
minute suddenly Limpeh feel that my lan jiao voice goes AWOL on limpeh
and Limpeh can’t seem to give it out as loud as Limpeh did when wa lang
were in standby. Should have saved it one. But hey, who said adrenaline
can’t help, Limpeh only hope that those ah gua at the back heard it
equally as clearly as the ones in front of limpeh because Limpeh
noticed that wa lang stopped on the salah step and all.

The formation code was given out, wa
lang stepped out two steps and awaited the command for the salute. But
then ah, Limpeh noticed that during somewhere around this time,
ChiefRaphael signaled a discreet ‘up’ early saying that the cheebye kia
has raised that chao ah beng’s hand despite the command not yet being
given out, so liddat this could be our one and only slip up for the
day. The cheer from the crowd was extasy! Limpeh neber knew they’d be
so liddat pumped about it (actually Limpeh was expecting a boo and
maybe one or two complimentary popsicles flying towards us), so liddat
tankiuk to the peepur who cheered us on! Limpeh know Limpeh have Satesh
and Singh the extra scoop of ice cream in their lampa Root Beer float
for theirs already!

We ended the formation and made a
slight adjustment until proceeding to the field for another standby
period. This wasn’t so liddat damn horrijiber as the closing ceremony
period acherly where wa lang had to be at the field again budden hor,
this time at around noon and on the track, not grass.

While on the field, wa lang had to
wait long long for the teams to show their lampa cheer. Um, can’t kong
much, we’ve had lagi best cheerleaders and cheers last year. Satria was
first, and Limpeh saw Umyra there, budden hor, Limpeh had absolutely no
idea si mi the chao ah lian was doing really, oh that chronic blonde
highlighted person. That lao cheebye had a flash card (not to be
mistakened with flashing card or flashing) which the chao ah lian
couldn’t get a grip on and was fumbling with.. Solid job.. Next, if wa
si not mistaken was Wira? Nothing much, just those ah gua jumping
around like how regular cheerleaders would. Honestly lah, if Limpeh had
the chance, Perdana would win and not because wa si a Perdana-ian ey!
and no, it’s not because of that HOTTOGO (not to be mistakened with hot
two hoes or whatsoever) either, budden hor, those pukima did have a
damn power cheer. Aida always did gort peepur going.. That sounds
salah, anyways those pukima had a damn power formation Limpeh suppose,
budden hor, those pukima did something that Limpeh missed because
Limpeh suddenly realized that wa lang weren’t allowed to look anywhere
else except for straight ahead while we’re in line. Managed to see
Saga’s though, Amal did it and the chao ah lian always looks si beh hor
chio doing ANYTHING hahaha! the chao ah lian also did a what’s that
thing called, summersault? budden hor, the chao ah lian did it like 3/4
until the chao ah lian rolled to one side, and again the chao ah lian
just looks si beh hor chio doing anything! Ah well, Putra won, budden
hor, Limpeh couldn’t see theirs.

So during the period where the
sports events were going on, wa lang worked back stage to bring
together the Interact Club stall, and eventually wa lang gort things
together and started selling the Root Beer floats and stuff as planned,
though some things didn’t go so liddat well like Aysha’s World Renowned
Koko (choco to ’some’) Tubes or the tissue (hah!), wa lang still had a
damn power nett profit at the end of the day. Selling the stuff was
crazy! Nabeh! We liao liao could have done a less messier job if wa
lang had that dispenser really, and liao liao lang was running around
with a cup of ice in their lampa hands attempting to get this and that.
The first cup that Limpeh made was out of spec, and Limpeh accidentally
put the ice cream first, then the ice and then har, the root beer which
is the total reverse of si mi wa si supposed to do really haha! Who
cares? Limpeh sold it to Yi Hong for a buck, and the cheebye kia took
it anyway! Crap, the cheebye kia took like 4 cups, no wonder he’s not
at tuition, the dude’s probably at home with that chao ah beng’s
homework in the toilet!

After selling about maybe 30 floats,
wa lang had to be back in line for the closing ceremony of the event,
so liddat wa lang gathered in front to do a head count. Limpeh saw
Puteri on a stretcher during this time, and maybe, just maybe the chao
ah lian gort burned out from running. Well, soon after wa lang gort
back in and onto the tracks to await the results for the best marching
uniform body and so liddat on. By this time, Edmond was cursing the
hell out of ebelithing as there were only 649 announcements, speeches,
credits, prizes lost and found, bla bla bla to go and wa lang had to
stand there stiff and pretend like wa lang cared about it one. But of
course the moment of truth came slowly budden hor, surely lor. My
cheebye feet suddenly gort cold and sweaty eventhough the track was
conducting heat via my lan jiao boots faster than a TV kai kai non
stick frying pan. As soon as the word Persatuan came out of the
loudspeaker, wa lang were jumping for joy oredi and Limpeh suddenly had
a cold shiver as though Limpeh just gort possessed and exorcised at the
same time. Raphael took the flag squad to the podium to reign the
trophy, proudly bringing it home back to us, pass the Police Cadets.
Ego shone.

Well, nothing much after that, wa
lang gort together at the parking lot again for a short debriefing and
congratulating session with the seniors, until after most of us left.
Limpeh had to go clear up the Interact booth, and is very the preased
to hear the fact that Aysha did a splendid job in marketing the goods
(not to be mistakened with…) hahaha, oh and Divanesh too with that
chao ah beng’s pom pom bunny buns or whateber the cheebye kia calls it,
pretty interactive (did Limpeh just kong interactive?) if Limpeh may so
liddat so myself. Tankiuk anyway Aysha, wa si sure you did a damn power
job. Limpeh hope.

So after Limpeh gort my lan jiao
money, a total of RM171.51 and a bottle of root beer, Limpeh was ready
to go home and celebrate the rest of my lan jiao evening on my lan jiao
couch in front of the TV, until..

"Wei Izzat, wanna go DOTA ar?"

Yeah, the gay dudes wanted to go
DOTAing, budden hor, Limpeh was too tired to do so liddat so wa lang
stood around looking at the sky for a moment until Limpeh concluded
that wa lang will be going home, and had to send Edmond home first. By
this time, the sky was oredi gloomy, and about 2 miles into our journey
it started pouring. Pouring so liddat damn horrijiber really that
Limpeh gort a damn horrijiber case of the frostbite later. Nabeh! We
liao liao still went on, budden hor, by the time Limpeh gort back to
the stadium to pick Adrian up the winds were so liddat rough Limpeh had
to stay indoors. To give you an idea of how damn horrijiber it is, the
motorcycle parking lot canopies at the stadium blew 300 meters away
from it’s original spot! The tent on the field also followed, toppled
over and went on a vacation. Damages wa si sure were heavy, the roads
we’re also flooded with water and tree branches. At first wa lang were
thinking "oh, we’re going to be stuck here for weeks and may have to
live on my lan jiao bottle of root beer and Adib’s packet of fried
noodles to ensure not going home in a casket", and wa lang ACTUALLY
thought that we’d have a book written about us for surviving this cheap
version of a hurricane, budden hor, no. The rain stopped eventually and
wa lang headed home, together with Adib. Limpeh stopped by McD to get
something to eat first, and later found that my lan jiao fries we’re
only filled up to half of the box.. Limpeh wanted to go back there and
give those ah gua a piece of my lan jiao mind, budden hor, then the
frostbite was killing limpeh and my lan jiao hand was all blue and pale
like as if Limpeh could chop my lan jiao hand off and not feel it, so
liddat Limpeh just gort home and enjoyed si mi Limpeh had.

Eventually Limpeh slept, gort up and
thought about Aysha selling the chocolate tube contraption thingies and
gort the idea to write this, budden hor, of course it lead to other
stuff too lah! and so liddat yes ladies and gentremen, you heard it
from me, typing this whilst kneeling because my lan jiao leg gort
frozen from the rain, in a towel for the past 6 hours because I, for
the first time in my lan jiao life, wanted to get warm to evade a cold.
This is andy, signing off.

(credits : Kenny Sia)

 

Moral of the story is, for you people who think this is boring, go read some other blog or use Google to find a more interesting one, dammit! what you expect me to read your minds and write about your girlfriends or something?

 

The Winning Intake, T&F Day

Addendum : Sorry I couldn’t get any pictures in for now, didn’t bring my camera and only Jaya and Raphael had one, I’ll try to get some pictures from them

3 years, 8 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours, 9 arguements, 6 sun burns, 2 bottles of sun block, 3 rainchecks, 3 rain soakings, 19 lectures, 6 visits, 4 late wake ups, 2 constipations, and 1 voice loss later, latest Intakes 7 and 8 of the PKBM(L) have stolen the trophy and year long bragging rights from the Police Cadets yet again turning out to be the best uniform marching body at SMKSSAAS’s track and field day today! Sporting a new teacher, new uniform on the field, new cadets and new leaders, we couldn’t have done a better job! Congratulations guys, everyone did an excellent job, but there were no losers. Just winners

But somehow, I just can’t figure out why the girls, eventhough after they have been told so, just cannot resist from screaming like they’re high on drugs when we were announced as the best unit.. Especially Reena and her dual "EEEEEE" and "AAAAA" taser scream, it was like my left and right ear heard different things but they came from the same person.. No matter, happiness is of the issue and for that we’d give way hehe. Sure, there were some slips at first during the ‘formation’ but I’m happy to announce that it’s better than having none at all, unlike the other units.

What can I say? Let there be a cheer for the PKBM(L) once more, "gempak!.. eh silap, gempur! wira wira wira!"

More on track and field day though, the day started with me arriving concordedly late, ergo I had a bad start, visavis, I was a bit sleepy at first. I knew I had to arrive by 6:45 but I spent just 30 minutes convincing my dad to help me to bring the stuff the Interact Club’s going to sell to the stadium at 9:30, which by the way ended up in no avail because he still insisted that he had to be somewhere then. Well, whaddya know, I spent the next 15 minutes trying to convince him to let me use the car then so that me and Adrian wouldn’t have to carry all that crap around on the bike as if we we’re the rotiman or something because I could have sworn somebody at the stoplight asked us for one Twisties… Oh yeah, the car, as per what most should know I used the bike anyway which of course means I did not get the car. Yes. Indeed. Ergo, I had to use the bike, visavis we looked like the rotiman! Which sucked by the way. Luckily nobody stopped us going "samun, samun.." pointing at the Chicken Rings and Root Beer..

So, I arrived at around 7:20 without the stuff and got into line, eventually by 8 we started marching into the field making a lap until we stop at the other end of the field to stand by for our showtime. We had stressed already that we would go by turns to give out the timing commands but some how, some way, some of them STILL went on doing it in their own beat and at a very low volume which actually confused alot of us into marching at different timings. It looks nice from far lah, but not nice when you’re next to the guy threatening to punch him if he doesn’t stop. Luckily we haven’t moved on yet and got the message out once more clearly and got the as planned 4 voices for timing.

The teacher in charge of us, StereoVisionMrAzman was telling us that Salad would be controlling all of us, and not our leaders. In case you haven’t noticed there’s 5 uniform bodies on the track and this dude was betting on his every penny that the Police Cadet sarge could control everyone. Actually we all know Salad’s voice was.. um, louder than usual, but this time it’s really the get-go as he was also controlling the band which was all the way across the field. So, good show, man! Was surprised you still had the will to converse when we got stuck in the rain there heh!

Suddenly there was the command from the KRS, and we knew we were going to move soon, everyone stiffed up and buckled in, we knew we had to win this. As we approached the stage, the cheer got even louder and the timing got softer. I don’t know why but at the last minute suddenly I feel that my voice goes AWOL on me and I can’t seem to give it out as loud as I did when we were in standby. Should have saved it. But hey, who said adrenaline can’t help, I only hope that them at the back heard it equally as clearly as the ones in front of me because I noticed that we stopped on the wrong step and all.

The formation code was given out, we stepped out two steps and awaited the command for the salute. But then ah, I noticed that during somewhere around this time, ChiefRaphael signaled a discreet ‘up’ early saying that he has raised his hand despite the command not yet being given out, so this could be our one and only slip up for the day. The cheer from the crowd was extasy! I never knew they’d be so pumped about it (actually I was expecting a boo and maybe one or two complimentary popsicles flying towards us), so thank you to the people who cheered us on! I know I have Satesh and Singh the extra scoop of ice cream in their Root Beer float for theirs already!

We ended the formation and made a slight adjustment until proceeding to the field for another standby period. This wasn’t so bad as the closing ceremony period actually where we had to be at the field again but this time at around noon and on the track, not grass.

While on the field, we had to wait for the teams to show their cheer. Um, can’t say much, we’ve had better cheerleaders and cheers last year. Satria was first, and I saw Umyra there, but I had absolutely no idea what she was doing really, oh that chronic blonde highlighted person. She had a flash card (not to be mistakened with flashing card or flashing) which she couldn’t get a grip on and was fumbling with.. Good job.. Next, if I’m not mistaken was Wira? Nothing much, just them jumping around like how regular cheerleaders would. Honestly lah, if I had the chance, Perdana would win and not because I’m a Perdana-ian ey! and no, it’s not because of that HOTTOGO (not to be mistakened with hot two hoes or whatsoever) either, but they did have a good cheer. Aida always did got people going.. That sounds wrong, anyways they had a good formation I suppose, but they did something that I missed because I suddenly realized that we weren’t allowed to look anywhere else except for straight ahead while we’re in line. Managed to see Saga’s though, Amal did it and she always looks funny doing ANYTHING hahaha! she also did a what’s that thing called, summersault? but she did it like 3/4 until she rolled to one side, and again she just looks funny doing anything! Ah well, Putra won, but I couldn’t see theirs.

So during the period where the sports events were going on, we worked back stage to bring together the Interact Club stall, and eventually we got things together and started selling the Root Beer floats and stuff as planned, though some things didn’t go so well like Aysha’s World Renowned Koko (choco to ’some’) Tubes or the tissue (hah!), we still had a good nett profit at the end of the day. Selling the stuff was crazy! We could have done a less messier job if we had that dispenser really, and everyone was running around with a cup of ice in their hands attempting to get this and that. The first cup that I made was out of spec, and I accidentally put the ice cream first, then the ice and then the root beer which is the total reverse of what I’m supposed to do really haha! Who cares? I sold it to Yi Hong for a buck, and he took it anyway! Crap, he took like 4 cups, no wonder he’s not at tuition, the dude’s probably at home with his homework in the toilet!

After selling about maybe 30 floats, we had to be back in line for the closing ceremony of the event, so we gathered in front to do a head count. I saw Puteri on a stretcher during this time, and maybe, just maybe she got burned out from running. Well, soon after we got back in and onto the tracks to await the results for the best marching uniform body and so on. By this time, Edmond was cursing the hell out of everything as there were only 649 announcements, speeches, credits, prizes lost and found, bla bla bla to go and we had to stand there stiff and pretend like we cared about it. But of course the moment of truth came slowly but surely. My feet suddenly got cold and sweaty eventhough the track was conducting heat via my boots faster than a TV shopping non stick frying pan. As soon as the word Persatuan came out of the loudspeaker, we were jumping for joy already and I suddenly had a cold shiver as though I just got possessed and exorcised at the same time. Raphael took the flag squad to the podium to reign the trophy, proudly bringing it home back to us, pass the Police Cadets. Ego shone.

Well, nothing much after that, we got together at the parking lot again for a short debriefing and congratulating session with the seniors, until after most of us left. I had to go clear up the Interact booth, and am very pleased to hear the fact that Aysha did a splendid job in marketing the goods (not to be mistakened with…) hahaha, oh and Divanesh too with his pom pom bunny buns or whatever he calls it, pretty interactive (did I just say interactive?) if I may so so myself. Thanks anyway Aysha, I’m sure you did a good job. I hope.

So after I got my money, a total of RM171.51 and a bottle of root beer, I was ready to go home and celebrate the rest of my evening on my couch in front of the TV, until..

"Wei Izzat, wanna go DOTA ar?"

Yeah, the gay dudes wanted to go DOTAing, but I was too tired to do so so we stood around looking at the sky for a moment until I concluded that we will be going home, and had to send Edmond home first. By this time, the sky was already gloomy, and about 2 miles into our journey it started pouring. Pouring so bad really that I got a bad case of the frostbite later. We still went on, but by the time I got back to the stadium to pick Adrian up the winds were so rough I had to stay indoors. To give you an idea of how bad it is, the motorcycle parking lot canopies at the stadium blew 300 meters away from it’s original spot! The tent on the field also followed, toppled over and went on a vacation. Damages I’m sure were heavy, the roads we’re also flooded with water and tree branches. At first we were thinking "oh, we’re going to be stuck here for weeks and may have to live on my bottle of root beer and Adib’s packet of fried noodles to ensure not going home in a casket", and we ACTUALLY thought that we’d have a book written about us for surviving this cheap version of a hurricane, but no. The rain stopped eventually and we headed home, together with Adib. I stopped by McD to get something to eat first, and later found that my fries we’re only filled up to half of the box.. I wanted to go back there and give them a piece of my mind, but then the frostbite was killing me and my hand was all blue and pale like as if I could chop my hand off and not feel it, so I just got home and enjoyed what I had.

Eventually I slept, got up and thought about Aysha selling the chocolate tube contraption thingies and got the idea to write this, but of course it lead to other stuff too lah! and so yes ladies and gentlemen, you heard it from me, typing this whilst kneeling because my leg got frozen from the rain, in a towel for the past 6 hours because I, for the first time in my life, wanted to get warm to evade a cold. This is andy, signing off.

The Winning Intake, T&F Day

Addendum : Sorry I couldn’t get any pictures in for now, didn’t bring my camera and only Jaya and Raphael had one, I’ll try to get some pictures from them

3 years, 8 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours, 9 arguements, 6 sun burns, 2 bottles of sun block, 3 rainchecks, 3 rain soakings, 19 lectures, 6 visits, 4 late wake ups, 2 constipations, and 1 voice loss later, latest Intakes 7 and 8 of the PKBM(L) have stolen the trophy and year long bragging rights from the Police Cadets yet again turning out to be the best uniform marching body at SMKSSAAS’s track and field day today! Sporting a new teacher, new uniform on the field, new cadets and new leaders, we couldn’t have done a better job! Congratulations guys, everyone did an excellent job, but there were no losers. Just winners

But somehow, I just can’t figure out why the girls, eventhough after they have been told so, just cannot resist from screaming like they’re high on drugs when we were announced as the best unit.. Especially Reena and her dual "EEEEEE" and "AAAAA" taser scream, it was like my left and right ear heard different things but they came from the same person.. No matter, happiness is of the issue and for that we’d give way hehe. Sure, there were some slips at first during the ‘formation’ but I’m happy to announce that it’s better than having none at all, unlike the other units.

What can I say? Let there be a cheer for the PKBM(L) once more, "gempak!.. eh silap, gempur! wira wira wira!"

More on track and field day though, the day started with me arriving concordedly late, ergo I had a bad start, visavis, I was a bit sleepy at first. I knew I had to arrive by 6:45 but I spent just 30 minutes convincing my dad to help me to bring the stuff the Interact Club’s going to sell to the stadium at 9:30, which by the way ended up in no avail because he still insisted that he had to be somewhere then. Well, whaddya know, I spent the next 15 minutes trying to convince him to let me use the car then so that me and Adrian wouldn’t have to carry all that crap around on the bike as if we we’re the rotiman or something because I could have sworn somebody at the stoplight asked us for one Twisties… Oh yeah, the car, as per what most should know I used the bike anyway which of course means I did not get the car. Yes. Indeed. Ergo, I had to use the bike, visavis we looked like the rotiman! Which sucked by the way. Luckily nobody stopped us going "samun, samun.." pointing at the Chicken Rings and Root Beer..

So, I arrived at around 7:20 without the stuff and got into line, eventually by 8 we started marching into the field making a lap until we stop at the other end of the field to stand by for our showtime. We had stressed already that we would go by turns to give out the timing commands but some how, some way, some of them STILL went on doing it in their own beat and at a very low volume which actually confused alot of us into marching at different timings. It looks nice from far lah, but not nice when you’re next to the guy threatening to punch him if he doesn’t stop. Luckily we haven’t moved on yet and got the message out once more clearly and got the as planned 4 voices for timing.

The teacher in charge of us, StereoVisionMrAzman was telling us that Salad would be controlling all of us, and not our leaders. In case you haven’t noticed there’s 5 uniform bodies on the track and this dude was betting on his every penny that the Police Cadet sarge could control everyone. Actually we all know Salad’s voice was.. um, louder than usual, but this time it’s really the get-go as he was also controlling the band which was all the way across the field. So, good show, man! Was surprised you still had the will to converse when we got stuck in the rain there heh!

Suddenly there was the command from the KRS, and we knew we were going to move soon, everyone stiffed up and buckled in, we knew we had to win this. As we approached the stage, the cheer got even louder and the timing got softer. I don’t know why but at the last minute suddenly I feel that my voice goes AWOL on me and I can’t seem to give it out as loud as I did when we were in standby. Should have saved it. But hey, who said adrenaline can’t help, I only hope that them at the back heard it equally as clearly as the ones in front of me because I noticed that we stopped on the wrong step and all.

The formation code was given out, we stepped out two steps and awaited the command for the salute. But then ah, I noticed that during somewhere around this time, ChiefRaphael signaled a discreet ‘up’ early saying that he has raised his hand despite the command not yet being given out, so this could be our one and only slip up for the day. The cheer from the crowd was extasy! I never knew they’d be so pumped about it (actually I was expecting a boo and maybe one or two complimentary popsicles flying towards us), so thank you to the people who cheered us on! I know I have Satesh and Singh the extra scoop of ice cream in their Root Beer float for theirs already!

We ended the formation and made a slight adjustment until proceeding to the field for another standby period. This wasn’t so bad as the closing ceremony period actually where we had to be at the field again but this time at around noon and on the track, not grass.

While on the field, we had to wait for the teams to show their cheer. Um, can’t say much, we’ve had better cheerleaders and cheers last year. Satria was first, and I saw Umyra there, but I had absolutely no idea what she was doing really, oh that chronic blonde highlighted person. She had a flash card (not to be mistakened with flashing card or flashing) which she couldn’t get a grip on and was fumbling with.. Good job.. Next, if I’m not mistaken was Wira? Nothing much, just them jumping around like how regular cheerleaders would. Honestly lah, if I had the chance, Perdana would win and not because I’m a Perdana-ian ey! and no, it’s not because of that HOTTOGO (not to be mistakened with hot two hoes or whatsoever) either, but they did have a good cheer. Aida always did got people going.. That sounds wrong, anyways they had a good formation I suppose, but they did something that I missed because I suddenly realized that we weren’t allowed to look anywhere else except for straight ahead while we’re in line. Managed to see Saga’s though, Amal did it and she always looks funny doing ANYTHING hahaha! she also did a what’s that thing called, summersault? but she did it like 3/4 until she rolled to one side, and again she just looks funny doing anything! Ah well, Putra won, but I couldn’t see theirs.

So during the period where the sports events were going on, we worked back stage to bring together the Interact Club stall, and eventually we got things together and started selling the Root Beer floats and stuff as planned, though some things didn’t go so well like Aysha’s World Renowned Koko (choco to ’some’) Tubes or the tissue (hah!), we still had a good nett profit at the end of the day. Selling the stuff was crazy! We could have done a less messier job if we had that dispenser really, and everyone was running around with a cup of ice in their hands attempting to get this and that. The first cup that I made was out of spec, and I accidentally put the ice cream first, then the ice and then the root beer which is the total reverse of what I’m supposed to do really haha! Who cares? I sold it to Yi Hong for a buck, and he took it anyway! Crap, he took like 4 cups, no wonder he’s not at tuition, the dude’s probably at home with his homework in the toilet!

After selling about maybe 30 floats, we had to be back in line for the closing ceremony of the event, so we gathered in front to do a head count. I saw Puteri on a stretcher during this time, and maybe, just maybe she got burned out from running. Well, soon after we got back in and onto the tracks to await the results for the best marching uniform body and so on. By this time, Edmond was cursing the hell out of everything as there were only 649 announcements, speeches, credits, prizes lost and found, bla bla bla to go and we had to stand there stiff and pretend like we cared about it. But of course the moment of truth came slowly but surely. My feet suddenly got cold and sweaty eventhough the track was conducting heat via my boots faster than a TV shopping non stick frying pan. As soon as the word Persatuan came out of the loudspeaker, we were jumping for joy already and I suddenly had a cold shiver as though I just got possessed and exorcised at the same time. Raphael took the flag squad to the podium to reign the trophy, proudly bringing it home back to us, pass the Police Cadets. Ego shone.

Well, nothing much after that, we got together at the parking lot again for a short debriefing and congratulating session with the seniors, until after most of us left. I had to go clear up the Interact booth, and am very pleased to hear the fact that Aysha did a splendid job in marketing the goods (not to be mistakened with…) hahaha, oh and Divanesh too with his pom pom bunny buns or whatever he calls it, pretty interactive (did I just say interactive?) if I may so so myself. Thanks anyway Aysha, I’m sure you did a good job. I hope.

So after I got my money, a total of RM171.51 and a bottle of root beer, I was ready to go home and celebrate the rest of my evening on my couch in front of the TV, until..

"Wei Izzat, wanna go DOTA ar?"

Yeah, the gay dudes wanted to go DOTAing, but I was too tired to do so so we stood around looking at the sky for a moment until I concluded that we will be going home, and had to send Edmond home first. By this time, the sky was already gloomy, and about 2 miles into our journey it started pouring. Pouring so bad really that I got a bad case of the frostbite later. We still went on, but by the time I got back to the stadium to pick Adrian up the winds were so rough I had to stay indoors. To give you an idea of how bad it is, the motorcycle parking lot canopies at the stadium blew 300 meters away from it’s original spot! The tent on the field also followed, toppled over and went on a vacation. Damages I’m sure were heavy, the roads we’re also flooded with water and tree branches. At first we were thinking "oh, we’re going to be stuck here for weeks and may have to live on my bottle of root beer and Adib’s packet of fried noodles to ensure not going home in a casket", and we ACTUALLY thought that we’d have a book written about us for surviving this cheap version of a hurricane, but no. The rain stopped eventually and we headed home, together with Adib. I stopped by McD to get something to eat first, and later found that my fries we’re only filled up to half of the box.. I wanted to go back there and give them a piece of my mind, but then the frostbite was killing me and my hand was all blue and pale like as if I could chop my hand off and not feel it, so I just got home and enjoyed what I had.

Eventually I slept, got up and thought about Aysha selling the chocolate tube contraption thingies and got the idea to write this, but of course it lead to other stuff too lah! and so yes ladies and gentlemen, you heard it from me, typing this whilst kneeling because my leg got frozen from the rain, in a towel for the past 6 hours because I, for the first time in my life, wanted to get warm to evade a cold. This is andy, signing off.

The Winning Intake, T&F Day

Addendum : Sorry I couldn’t get any pictures in for now, didn’t bring my camera and only Jaya and Raphael had one, I’ll try to get some pictures from them

3 years, 8 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours, 9 arguements, 6 sun burns, 2 bottles of sun block, 3 rainchecks, 3 rain soakings, 19 lectures, 6 visits, 4 late wake ups, 2 constipations, and 1 voice loss later, latest Intakes 7 and 8 of the PKBM(L) have stolen the trophy and year long bragging rights from the Police Cadets yet again turning out to be the best uniform marching body at SMKSSAAS’s track and field day today! Sporting a new teacher, new uniform on the field, new cadets and new leaders, we couldn’t have done a better job! Congratulations guys, everyone did an excellent job, but there were no losers. Just winners

But somehow, I just can’t figure out why the girls, eventhough after they have been told so, just cannot resist from screaming like they’re high on drugs when we were announced as the best unit.. Especially Reena and her dual "EEEEEE" and "AAAAA" taser scream, it was like my left and right ear heard different things but they came from the same person.. No matter, happiness is of the issue and for that we’d give way hehe. Sure, there were some slips at first during the ‘formation’ but I’m happy to announce that it’s better than having none at all, unlike the other units.

What can I say? Let there be a cheer for the PKBM(L) once more, "gempak!.. eh silap, gempur! wira wira wira!"

More on track and field day though, the day started with me arriving concordedly late, ergo I had a bad start, visavis, I was a bit sleepy at first. I knew I had to arrive by 6:45 but I spent just 30 minutes convincing my dad to help me to bring the stuff the Interact Club’s going to sell to the stadium at 9:30, which by the way ended up in no avail because he still insisted that he had to be somewhere then. Well, whaddya know, I spent the next 15 minutes trying to convince him to let me use the car then so that me and Adrian wouldn’t have to carry all that crap around on the bike as if we we’re the rotiman or something because I could have sworn somebody at the stoplight asked us for one Twisties… Oh yeah, the car, as per what most should know I used the bike anyway which of course means I did not get the car. Yes. Indeed. Ergo, I had to use the bike, visavis we looked like the rotiman! Which sucked by the way. Luckily nobody stopped us going "samun, samun.." pointing at the Chicken Rings and Root Beer..

So, I arrived at around 7:20 without the stuff and got into line, eventually by 8 we started marching into the field making a lap until we stop at the other end of the field to stand by for our showtime. We had stressed already that we would go by turns to give out the timing commands but some how, some way, some of them STILL went on doing it in their own beat and at a very low volume which actually confused alot of us into marching at different timings. It looks nice from far lah, but not nice when you’re next to the guy threatening to punch him if he doesn’t stop. Luckily we haven’t moved on yet and got the message out once more clearly and got the as planned 4 voices for timing.

The teacher in charge of us, StereoVisionMrAzman was telling us that Salad would be controlling all of us, and not our leaders. In case you haven’t noticed there’s 5 uniform bodies on the track and this dude was betting on his every penny that the Police Cadet sarge could control everyone. Actually we all know Salad’s voice was.. um, louder than usual, but this time it’s really the get-go as he was also controlling the band which was all the way across the field. So, good show, man! Was surprised you still had the will to converse when we got stuck in the rain there heh!

Suddenly there was the command from the KRS, and we knew we were going to move soon, everyone stiffed up and buckled in, we knew we had to win this. As we approached the stage, the cheer got even louder and the timing got softer. I don’t know why but at the last minute suddenly I feel that my voice goes AWOL on me and I can’t seem to give it out as loud as I did when we were in standby. Should have saved it. But hey, who said adrenaline can’t help, I only hope that them at the back heard it equally as clearly as the ones in front of me because I noticed that we stopped on the wrong step and all.

The formation code was given out, we stepped out two steps and awaited the command for the salute. But then ah, I noticed that during somewhere around this time, ChiefRaphael signaled a discreet ‘up’ early saying that he has raised his hand despite the command not yet being given out, so this could be our one and only slip up for the day. The cheer from the crowd was extasy! I never knew they’d be so pumped about it (actually I was expecting a boo and maybe one or two complimentary popsicles flying towards us), so thank you to the people who cheered us on! I know I have Satesh and Singh the extra scoop of ice cream in their Root Beer float for theirs already!

We ended the formation and made a slight adjustment until proceeding to the field for another standby period. This wasn’t so bad as the closing ceremony period actually where we had to be at the field again but this time at around noon and on the track, not grass.

While on the field, we had to wait for the teams to show their cheer. Um, can’t say much, we’ve had better cheerleaders and cheers last year. Satria was first, and I saw Umyra there, but I had absolutely no idea what she was doing really, oh that chronic blonde highlighted person. She had a flash card (not to be mistakened with flashing card or flashing) which she couldn’t get a grip on and was fumbling with.. Good job.. Next, if I’m not mistaken was Wira? Nothing much, just them jumping around like how regular cheerleaders would. Honestly lah, if I had the chance, Perdana would win and not because I’m a Perdana-ian ey! and no, it’s not because of that HOTTOGO (not to be mistakened with hot two hoes or whatsoever) either, but they did have a good cheer. Aida always did got people going.. That sounds wrong, anyways they had a good formation I suppose, but they did something that I missed because I suddenly realized that we weren’t allowed to look anywhere else except for straight ahead while we’re in line. Managed to see Saga’s though, Amal did it and she always looks funny doing ANYTHING hahaha! she also did a what’s that thing called, summersault? but she did it like 3/4 until she rolled to one side, and again she just looks funny doing anything! Ah well, Putra won, but I couldn’t see theirs.

So during the period where the sports events were going on, we worked back stage to bring together the Interact Club stall, and eventually we got things together and started selling the Root Beer floats and stuff as planned, though some things didn’t go so well like Aysha’s World Renowned Koko (choco to ’some’) Tubes or the tissue (hah!), we still had a good nett profit at the end of the day. Selling the stuff was crazy! We could have done a less messier job if we had that dispenser really, and everyone was running around with a cup of ice in their hands attempting to get this and that. The first cup that I made was out of spec, and I accidentally put the ice cream first, then the ice and then the root beer which is the total reverse of what I’m supposed to do really haha! Who cares? I sold it to Yi Hong for a buck, and he took it anyway! Crap, he took like 4 cups, no wonder he’s not at tuition, the dude’s probably at home with his homework in the toilet!

After selling about maybe 30 floats, we had to be back in line for the closing ceremony of the event, so we gathered in front to do a head count. I saw Puteri on a stretcher during this time, and maybe, just maybe she got burned out from running. Well, soon after we got back in and onto the tracks to await the results for the best marching uniform body and so on. By this time, Edmond was cursing the hell out of everything as there were only 649 announcements, speeches, credits, prizes lost and found, bla bla bla to go and we had to stand there stiff and pretend like we cared about it. But of course the moment of truth came slowly but surely. My feet suddenly got cold and sweaty eventhough the track was conducting heat via my boots faster than a TV shopping non stick frying pan. As soon as the word Persatuan came out of the loudspeaker, we were jumping for joy already and I suddenly had a cold shiver as though I just got possessed and exorcised at the same time. Raphael took the flag squad to the podium to reign the trophy, proudly bringing it home back to us, pass the Police Cadets. Ego shone.

Well, nothing much after that, we got together at the parking lot again for a short debriefing and congratulating session with the seniors, until after most of us left. I had to go clear up the Interact booth, and am very pleased to hear the fact that Aysha did a splendid job in marketing the goods (not to be mistakened with…) hahaha, oh and Divanesh too with his pom pom bunny buns or whatever he calls it, pretty interactive (did I just say interactive?) if I may so so myself. Thanks anyway Aysha, I’m sure you did a good job. I hope.

So after I got my money, a total of RM171.51 and a bottle of root beer, I was ready to go home and celebrate the rest of my evening on my couch in front of the TV, until..

"Wei Izzat, wanna go DOTA ar?"

Yeah, the gay dudes wanted to go DOTAing, but I was too tired to do so so we stood around looking at the sky for a moment until I concluded that we will be going home, and had to send Edmond home first. By this time, the sky was already gloomy, and about 2 miles into our journey it started pouring. Pouring so bad really that I got a bad case of the frostbite later. We still went on, but by the time I got back to the stadium to pick Adrian up the winds were so rough I had to stay indoors. To give you an idea of how bad it is, the motorcycle parking lot canopies at the stadium blew 300 meters away from it’s original spot! The tent on the field also followed, toppled over and went on a vacation. Damages I’m sure were heavy, the roads we’re also flooded with water and tree branches. At first we were thinking "oh, we’re going to be stuck here for weeks and may have to live on my bottle of root beer and Adib’s packet of fried noodles to ensure not going home in a casket", and we ACTUALLY thought that we’d have a book written about us for surviving this cheap version of a hurricane, but no. The rain stopped eventually and we headed home, together with Adib. I stopped by McD to get something to eat first, and later found that my fries we’re only filled up to half of the box.. I wanted to go back there and give them a piece of my mind, but then the frostbite was killing me and my hand was all blue and pale like as if I could chop my hand off and not feel it, so I just got home and enjoyed what I had.

Eventually I slept, got up and thought about Aysha selling the chocolate tube contraption thingies and got the idea to write this, but of course it lead to other stuff too lah! and so yes ladies and gentlemen, you heard it from me, typing this whilst kneeling because my leg got frozen from the rain, in a towel for the past 6 hours because I, for the first time in my life, wanted to get warm to evade a cold. This is andy, signing off.

The Winning Intake, T&F Day

Addendum : Sorry I couldn’t get any pictures in for now, didn’t bring my camera and only Jaya and Raphael had one, I’ll try to get some pictures from them

3 years, 8 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours, 9 arguements, 6 sun burns, 2 bottles of sun block, 3 rainchecks, 3 rain soakings, 19 lectures, 6 visits, 4 late wake ups, 2 constipations, and 1 voice loss later, latest Intakes 7 and 8 of the PKBM(L) have stolen the trophy and year long bragging rights from the Police Cadets yet again turning out to be the best uniform marching body at SMKSSAAS’s track and field day today! Sporting a new teacher, new uniform on the field, new cadets and new leaders, we couldn’t have done a better job! Congratulations guys, everyone did an excellent job, but there were no losers. Just winners

But somehow, I just can’t figure out why the girls, eventhough after they have been told so, just cannot resist from screaming like they’re high on drugs when we were announced as the best unit.. Especially Reena and her dual "EEEEEE" and "AAAAA" taser scream, it was like my left and right ear heard different things but they came from the same person.. No matter, happiness is of the issue and for that we’d give way hehe. Sure, there were some slips at first during the ‘formation’ but I’m happy to announce that it’s better than having none at all, unlike the other units.

What can I say? Let there be a cheer for the PKBM(L) once more, "gempak!.. eh silap, gempur! wira wira wira!"

More on track and field day though, the day started with me arriving concordedly late, ergo I had a bad start, visavis, I was a bit sleepy at first. I knew I had to arrive by 6:45 but I spent just 30 minutes convincing my dad to help me to bring the stuff the Interact Club’s going to sell to the stadium at 9:30, which by the way ended up in no avail because he still insisted that he had to be somewhere then. Well, whaddya know, I spent the next 15 minutes trying to convince him to let me use the car then so that me and Adrian wouldn’t have to carry all that crap around on the bike as if we we’re the rotiman or something because I could have sworn somebody at the stoplight asked us for one Twisties… Oh yeah, the car, as per what most should know I used the bike anyway which of course means I did not get the car. Yes. Indeed. Ergo, I had to use the bike, visavis we looked like the rotiman! Which sucked by the way. Luckily nobody stopped us going "samun, samun.." pointing at the Chicken Rings and Root Beer..

So, I arrived at around 7:20 without the stuff and got into line, eventually by 8 we started marching into the field making a lap until we stop at the other end of the field to stand by for our showtime. We had stressed already that we would go by turns to give out the timing commands but some how, some way, some of them STILL went on doing it in their own beat and at a very low volume which actually confused alot of us into marching at different timings. It looks nice from far lah, but not nice when you’re next to the guy threatening to punch him if he doesn’t stop. Luckily we haven’t moved on yet and got the message out once more clearly and got the as planned 4 voices for timing.

The teacher in charge of us, StereoVisionMrAzman was telling us that Salad would be controlling all of us, and not our leaders. In case you haven’t noticed there’s 5 uniform bodies on the track and this dude was betting on his every penny that the Police Cadet sarge could control everyone. Actually we all know Salad’s voice was.. um, louder than usual, but this time it’s really the get-go as he was also controlling the band which was all the way across the field. So, good show, man! Was surprised you still had the will to converse when we got stuck in the rain there heh!

Suddenly there was the command from the KRS, and we knew we were going to move soon, everyone stiffed up and buckled in, we knew we had to win this. As we approached the stage, the cheer got even louder and the timing got softer. I don’t know why but at the last minute suddenly I feel that my voice goes AWOL on me and I can’t seem to give it out as loud as I did when we were in standby. Should have saved it. But hey, who said adrenaline can’t help, I only hope that them at the back heard it equally as clearly as the ones in front of me because I noticed that we stopped on the wrong step and all.

The formation code was given out, we stepped out two steps and awaited the command for the salute. But then ah, I noticed that during somewhere around this time, ChiefRaphael signaled a discreet ‘up’ early saying that he has raised his hand despite the command not yet being given out, so this could be our one and only slip up for the day. The cheer from the crowd was extasy! I never knew they’d be so pumped about it (actually I was expecting a boo and maybe one or two complimentary popsicles flying towards us), so thank you to the people who cheered us on! I know I have Satesh and Singh the extra scoop of ice cream in their Root Beer float for theirs already!

We ended the formation and made a slight adjustment until proceeding to the field for another standby period. This wasn’t so bad as the closing ceremony period actually where we had to be at the field again but this time at around noon and on the track, not grass.

While on the field, we had to wait for the teams to show their cheer. Um, can’t say much, we’ve had better cheerleaders and cheers last year. Satria was first, and I saw Umyra there, but I had absolutely no idea what she was doing really, oh that chronic blonde highlighted person. She had a flash card (not to be mistakened with flashing card or flashing) which she couldn’t get a grip on and was fumbling with.. Good job.. Next, if I’m not mistaken was Wira? Nothing much, just them jumping around like how regular cheerleaders would. Honestly lah, if I had the chance, Perdana would win and not because I’m a Perdana-ian ey! and no, it’s not because of that HOTTOGO (not to be mistakened with hot two hoes or whatsoever) either, but they did have a good cheer. Aida always did got people going.. That sounds wrong, anyways they had a good formation I suppose, but they did something that I missed because I suddenly realized that we weren’t allowed to look anywhere else except for straight ahead while we’re in line. Managed to see Saga’s though, Amal did it and she always looks funny doing ANYTHING hahaha! she also did a what’s that thing called, summersault? but she did it like 3/4 until she rolled to one side, and again she just looks funny doing anything! Ah well, Putra won, but I couldn’t see theirs.

So during the period where the sports events were going on, we worked back stage to bring together the Interact Club stall, and eventually we got things together and started selling the Root Beer floats and stuff as planned, though some things didn’t go so well like Aysha’s World Renowned Koko (choco to ’some’) Tubes or the tissue (hah!), we still had a good nett profit at the end of the day. Selling the stuff was crazy! We could have done a less messier job if we had that dispenser really, and everyone was running around with a cup of ice in their hands attempting to get this and that. The first cup that I made was out of spec, and I accidentally put the ice cream first, then the ice and then the root beer which is the total reverse of what I’m supposed to do really haha! Who cares? I sold it to Yi Hong for a buck, and he took it anyway! Crap, he took like 4 cups, no wonder he’s not at tuition, the dude’s probably at home with his homework in the toilet!

After selling about maybe 30 floats, we had to be back in line for the closing ceremony of the event, so we gathered in front to do a head count. I saw Puteri on a stretcher during this time, and maybe, just maybe she got burned out from running. Well, soon after we got back in and onto the tracks to await the results for the best marching uniform body and so on. By this time, Edmond was cursing the hell out of everything as there were only 649 announcements, speeches, credits, prizes lost and found, bla bla bla to go and we had to stand there stiff and pretend like we cared about it. But of course the moment of truth came slowly but surely. My feet suddenly got cold and sweaty eventhough the track was conducting heat via my boots faster than a TV shopping non stick frying pan. As soon as the word Persatuan came out of the loudspeaker, we were jumping for joy already and I suddenly had a cold shiver as though I just got possessed and exorcised at the same time. Raphael took the flag squad to the podium to reign the trophy, proudly bringing it home back to us, pass the Police Cadets. Ego shone.

Well, nothing much after that, we got together at the parking lot again for a short debriefing and congratulating session with the seniors, until after most of us left. I had to go clear up the Interact booth, and am very pleased to hear the fact that Aysha did a splendid job in marketing the goods (not to be mistakened with…) hahaha, oh and Divanesh too with his pom pom bunny buns or whatever he calls it, pretty interactive (did I just say interactive?) if I may so so myself. Thanks anyway Aysha, I’m sure you did a good job. I hope.

So after I got my money, a total of RM171.51 and a bottle of root beer, I was ready to go home and celebrate the rest of my evening on my couch in front of the TV, until..

"Wei Izzat, wanna go DOTA ar?"

Yeah, the gay dudes wanted to go DOTAing, but I was too tired to do so so we stood around looking at the sky for a moment until I concluded that we will be going home, and had to send Edmond home first. By this time, the sky was already gloomy, and about 2 miles into our journey it started pouring. Pouring so bad really that I got a bad case of the frostbite later. We still went on, but by the time I got back to the stadium to pick Adrian up the winds were so rough I had to stay indoors. To give you an idea of how bad it is, the motorcycle parking lot canopies at the stadium blew 300 meters away from it’s original spot! The tent on the field also followed, toppled over and went on a vacation. Damages I’m sure were heavy, the roads we’re also flooded with water and tree branches. At first we were thinking "oh, we’re going to be stuck here for weeks and may have to live on my bottle of root beer and Adib’s packet of fried noodles to ensure not going home in a casket", and we ACTUALLY thought that we’d have a book written about us for surviving this cheap version of a hurricane, but no. The rain stopped eventually and we headed home, together with Adib. I stopped by McD to get something to eat first, and later found that my fries we’re only filled up to half of the box.. I wanted to go back there and give them a piece of my mind, but then the frostbite was killing me and my hand was all blue and pale like as if I could chop my hand off and not feel it, so I just got home and enjoyed what I had.

Eventually I slept, got up and thought about Aysha selling the chocolate tube contraption thingies and got the idea to write this, but of course it lead to other stuff too lah! and so yes ladies and gentlemen, you heard it from me, typing this whilst kneeling because my leg got frozen from the rain, in a towel for the past 6 hours because I, for the first time in my life, wanted to get warm to evade a cold. This is andy, signing off.