The difference between dreams and accomplishments is purely desire.

2006-03-24T15:37:00.000+08:00

Fuck It (I Don't Want You Back)

Whoa Oh oh
Ooh hooh
No no no

::Verse 1::
See I don't know why
I loved you so much
I even gave you all my trust
I told you, I loved you
Now that's all down the drain
You put me through pain
I wanna let you know
Just how I feel

::Chorus::
Fuck what I said, it don't mean shit now
Fuck the presents, might as well throw them out
Fuck all those kisses, it didn't mean jack
Fuck you, you ho, I don't want you back

::Verse 2::
You thought, you could
Keep this shit from me
You burnt bitch, I heard your story
You played me, you even gave him head
Now you're asking for me back
It's just another act
Go elsewhere cause you're done with me

(Chorus)

::Verse 3::
You questioned, If I cared
You could ask anyone
I even said you are my great one
Now it's...o-over
But I do admit I'm sad
It hurts real bad
I can't sweat that cause I loved a ho

(Chorus)

Oh oh Oh oh
Oh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Oh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Oh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Oh hun yeah

2005-02-25T23:29:00.000+08:00

Pahit akan manis akhirnya - Ukays

Puas aku mencuba
Menepis semua dugaan
Malah ada yang anggap
Aku lupa daratan
Peritnya aku lalui
Kemelut yang panjang
Hingga ke saat ini
Ku tidak ketentuan

Wanita manakah
Sanggup berkongsikan kasih
Walau madu bagiku
Tapi hempedu bagimu
Kekadang harus terima
Suratan darinya
Tidak salah kalau kasih
Dibahagi seadilnya

Telah....
Ku fikir sedalamnya
Untuk membuat keputusan
Harus aku berterus terang
Jujur dalam perbuatan

Dan...
Jatuh airmataku
Mendengar pengakuan ikhlasmu
Sanggup bersaudarakan dia
Walau hakikatnya hatimu
Terluka...

Moga suatu hari
Sembuhlah luka
Dan kembali ceria
Walau hati aku ini
Milik..
Engkau dan dia

2005-02-13T11:31:00.000+08:00

Someone has been bugging me to update my blog so, here you are...the latest and most anticipated edition of Anuar's incoherent ramblings. Er...riight..

Well,woke up at 11 juz now...was in a daze...Then realized that today is book in day,every NS man's 'favourite' day. My shin is still bruised from the kick I received from Dayat when we were sparring on Friday. Thanks ah Bro.You can't beat me,so the next best thing you can do is to at least injure me.Thanks.

Went out with the Silat people y'day..Thought can play pool..but they decided to lepak at esplanade instead..Ate at Burger King..ate a lot actually..Until some of them decided to tease me about my gradually bulging stomach..You all just wait and see...The next time I book out,I'll show the washboard abs I will train hard for..muahahaha
Anyway took a lot of photos..the pics below are for your viewing pleasure..Now u can take a fork..and stick it into my fat stomach.
I'm done.

2004-12-26T13:14:00.000+08:00

Di sana menanti di sini menunggu - Ukays

Seumur hidup aku
Ini yang pertama
Pintu hatiku diketuk oleh dua wanita
Punyai ciri selama ini ku cari
Berbeza wajah ayunya tetap asli

Kalau ku pilih di sini
Apa kata disana
Kalau ku pilih disana
Di sini akan terluka
Perlukah aku pilih keduanya
Bahagi kasih seadil adilnya

Sungguh ku merasa resah
Untuk menilai sesuatu yang indah
Namun ku ada pepatah
Yang aku gubah

Disana hanyalah menanti
Sampai bila pun ku tak pasti
Bertanya khabar melalui tinta
Jarang sekali bertemu muka
Namun ku tahu dia setia

Dan di sini tetap menunggu
Berada jelas di mataku
Kasih tak puak terhadap aku
Sanggup menunggu kata putusku
Sayang ketabahanmu, menawanku

Ku terima satu nota
Ringkas tulisannya
Dia sedia undur diri
Dan memaafkan ku
Katanya anggap ini satu mimpi
Yang datang sekadar
Untuk menguji...

2004-12-18T23:28:00.000+08:00

Sejenak aku
Merenung kisah silam
Biarlah ku menanggung
Apa ada di dalam
Berakhir sudah
Epilog cinta kita
Permata hati
Membawa diri

Berat sungguh bagi diri ku
Mana arah dan mana tuju
Segala-gala tak menentu
Di selubung rindu

Walau pahit ku telan sahaja
Walau di dalam merasainya
Apa dibuat serba tak kena
Pastinya kecewa...

Aku terus melangkah pergi
Bertemankan sekeping hati
Dipenuhi ranjau berduri
Sakit pedihnya tak terperi
Di satu sudut ku terdampar
Keluh lesu tak ku sedar
Semua kerana peristiwa itu

Termanggu ku di perantauan
Tersesat ku di persimpangan
Yang nyata kita berjauhan
Buat selama-lamanya
Putus kasih, putus segala
Sering kali kau ungkapkan
Ku turuti apa yang dia hendaki
Biarlah ku menanggungnya
Sendiri...

2004-10-17T13:06:00.000+08:00

Hey i'm back.

New haircut.New skin colour. Same old charm. AHarkz.
Man, I really missed my hair. It's like, when you look in the mirror, and you see something that's been a part of you for so long, not there anymore. Feels weird. Haiz...just one of the sacrifices I have to do to defend my country. Wakaka

May sound like a cliche,but army life is tough. You are always rushing or being rushed, no time to even go to the toilet at times. And the training. Imagine the usual Silat training session. Well here its triple the intensity and 5 times as long.

But the food is GOOD. Serious. I always look forward to breakfast, lunch and dinner. Oh yah, and the night snack as well. Kat sini kita makan macam nak rak seh. Bulan puasa ni training goes on as usual. The only difference is that I'm fasting. Can take it lah. Unless I really feel like dying already. If not, a little thirst or hunger won't affect me.

My bunk mates are all Chinese, which is fine by me. They are fun lah. Never fail to make me laugh. And we stick by the saying "one for all,all for one".

My passing out is on the 3rd of December. Can't wait for that.

Of course i miss you all.

I miss Sri.

I miss Yat.

I miss my bestest friend.

I miss my family.

I miss the Silat people.

I miss my Coffee Bean mates.

...

...

...

Stick a fork in me.

I'm Done.

2004-09-20T17:32:00.000+08:00

The Silat BBQ was great.I totally enjoyed myself.How can I not enjoy myself when there's FOOD galore?And the laughter that I shared with my silat mates?Darling was there too...
However,I lost my handphone. :-( I had left it behind in the cab i took to pit No. 77.Now I'm so angry at myself for being so careless,and,in a certain way,unrepentant cause I had lost my previous hp in a taxi too just 3 months before this.
Luckily,the BBQ did a lot to cheer me up.We played beach soccer,Taiti,"murderer",7up,sang out of tune songs and basically just horsing around with one another.Hopefully this BBQ will make us bond as a group.And this will be the last time I get to hang out with the Silat guys cause I'm going overseas tomorrow and then when I come back,It's NS time for me.Haiz...

Looking back,NYP silat had not just become a hobby for me.Or a pastime.It had developed into something more,it's like a burning passion within me.I look forward to waking up on Saturday mornings to go for Silat training.In my 3rd year,we silat guys and girls would chill out together,having a laugh and catching up with one another.I had so many silat moments I would have great difficulty erasing from my mind.I remember the Rainbow of Creation,the first performance i Had for NYP silat;I remember the first IVP when NYP were champions;I remember the time,at the last IVP, we went to the pasar malam,got us something to eat and sat by the pavement to have our meals as people were staring at us;I remember the day I cried when I wasn't selected for the 1st IVP;I remember the goosebumps breaking out all over my body when I heard my name being chanted as I prepared for my match. And now this BBQ has added another unforgettable chapter in my life.Thanks guys and girls,for making my NYP silat experience an enjoyable one.But all good things must come to an end,and the time has come for me.

Perhaps for the last time...

Stick a fork in me.

Hard.

Cause I am soooo Done.

2004-09-02T13:02:00.000+08:00

I am now in the library as I'm typing this. Why, u may ask. Well my computer at home is so cocked up rite now I can't post anything when I have so many things to say! What's more frustrating was that all the other functions of my blog I can use except publishing new posts. So here I am now...

So many things has happened since the last time I posted that I do not know where to start.So I'll just write whatever comes to my mind right now.
My birthday This year was one of the most memorable I've ever had. A group of us pesilats went to town to kinda "celebrate" it. Yat and Nana gave me a really wonderful surprise when they turned up at the last minute with my birthday cake. It's the manner in which they surprised me which moved me.Carefully planned and thought out. Thanks eh Dik.And Nana.
ANd all who came down that day,whether deliberately or accidentally(u noe,those who went with us to eat but didn't noe it was my b'day)

Azlina and Donna, thanks for ur present.I'm wearing it right now,and I think I'll be wearing it for a long time to come.Thanks ladies...

Erma..!I am really touched that you dedicated one whole post for me.I thought you had forgotten bout it,but I was proven wrong.You are so sweet girl. Thanks yah,hope our friendship lasts forever.

Dik,also thanks for your testi on me.I can't believe how accurate you are about me. The only thing is that I am not much much much more handsome than you, just more handsome than you.Haha! Main2 je,jgn amik hati...Thanks Bro...

Y'day a few of us pesilats,namely me,Azsimah,Sri,Radiyah,Izad,Arafah and Rizal(Di's bf) went to town to watch Anacondas. 13 goin on 30 was sold out,so we settled on that instead.Thrilling movie,though we could do with less screaming and commenting. Then we met Zainal,took some pictures and settled down at BK to lepak before goin home.It had been a fun,fun day.Too bad Yat and Haz last minute can't make it.Another time,guys...

Damn,I have to post this now before my time expires and I have to log out. They should know that I'm blogging.Ah well....

Stick a fork in me.

I'm Done.

2004-07-12T23:50:00.000+08:00

I was surfing my friends' blogs when I came across this picture of me during my match in the Silat IVP,courtesy of Mahirah. Its as if it was taken by a professional photographer. Haha.

2004-07-10T21:51:00.000+08:00

i know,i know, i haven't updated in like ages but have been really busy with stuff.

My silat competition was a disappointment for one thing...A year of hard training went down the drain in 6 minutes..felt so down after i lost..due to lack of stamina,which i just don't understand cos i honestly believe I am one of the fitter guys in Silat. But well, maybe there is a blessing in disguise for this..

Right now I am under attachment from my school to DFS at Airport warehouse. I used to be attached at ScottsWalk Galleria doing sales but the management transferred me to Airport because I,in their own words, lack selling aggressiveness. When your customers are either Chinese,Japanese or Korean who speak no English(except "toilet"),how can they expect me to sell when I can't communicate with them? They think mastering a language takes a few weeks.Come on...

I now start work at 8.30am and end work at 5.15pm and my only off day is on a weekday. I'm happier here except that I now have to wake up 1 hour earlier(6.30) and the fact that I have no weekends off.And I'm earning just $550 per month for what I would call labour work(you know,carrying stuff,stacking them on shelves).

Luckily I still have my Coffee Bean job.After work@DFS I rush down to Bukit Batok to work there, usually from 7pm to 12am, and on Tue,Thur and Sun. Tiring,yes, but considering the fact that I am supporting myself(food,clothes,hp bill,transport) and paying the Internet bill(cos Dayat needs it), it is something I have to live with. And I also have to start saving some money now for my future.

Klah,going off to sleep now.Working tomoro. DFS AND Coffee Bean. So I must get all the sleep I could..

Now stick a fork in me.

I'm sleepy.

2004-06-25T15:39:00.001+08:00

I thought I was faster.
I thought I was stronger.
I thought I was readier.
I thought I was better.

I thought wrong.

2004-06-25T15:39:00.000+08:00

I thought I was faster.
I thought I was stronger.
I thought I was readier.
I thought I was better.

I thought wrong.

2004-05-21T15:17:00.000+08:00

The selection results for the NTU Silat IVP was out this past Wednesday. As expected I am in Team A. I ought to be happy, rite?

I'm not.

The other results, coupled with other issues in the Silat team made me upset and disappointed. First of all, the team captain for this year is Faizal. Yep, the same Faizal whom you see once every two months come for training. One question I will be left wondering for years is, why him? Some of the Silat people don't even know him!

Secondly, the results was due immediately after the training session. But we were made to wait for several minutes for the committee to 'discuss' the results when they had so much time to discuss it between Saturday and Wednesday. So, one by one the results were announced. I was shocked when the result for the Women's Class F was:Pending! And submission of the forms are only 2 days away! Then just now, I learnt of the result only when I read Diyana's blog. You can go read about it, together with my comment, here.
Anyway,isn't Anwar roid short? Why select him, then?

Seriously speaking, I have been there, done that. In my first year, for the IVP, there were 3 people vying for the 2 spots in Class C:Me, Anwar roid and this guy named Ikram, a 3rd year student. The winner of the match between Ikram and me joins Anwar roid. I sincerely believed I beat him. The results wasn't announced until a few days later, and I thought my chances were quite good. I mean, I had about 3-4 jatuhan to my name. He had none. Our attacks(kicks and punches), were more or less the same. Furthermore, I had a very good attendance record compared to Ikram.

Hamid, the team captain for that year, told me that I wasn't selected because, to quote them, "I was new to the sport" and they were afraid I would become a "punching bag". Ikram had "more experience". Why hold the selection in the first place? They could have told me before the selection that regardless of who is better, Ikram and Roid would still be the ones representing NYP in Class C.

This incident just spurred me on further in Silat. My disappointment was immense. For a few days I thought of quitting Silat as nobody believed in my abilities back then. Come to think of it, nobody believe in me even now. But this is what motivated me. I wanted to come back, prove to these people that I can do it. If I were to quit,it means i am giving up. And this is just...not me. I don't give up easily.

Another thing. Some people, they don't turn up for trainings, then when its selection time, suddenly they come down. I won't mention names. These people know who they are. But where's the fairness in it all when someone who suddenly turn up for the selection get selected for the IVP? Even worse, a pesilat missed the selection date, but gets the nod to join the squad for the IVP.

Having said all these, it doesn't mean that I hate NYP silat. In fact, I treasure the fact that I am a member of the Silat club.I just hope these things will not happen in future.

Stick a fork in me.

I'm done.

2004-05-17T17:46:00.000+08:00

Just completed the selections for the Silat IVP last Saturday.

It went quite well, there were no major injuries to anybody ecxept for some bruises and scratches for some of the guys. For the upcoming tournament each school sends 2 representatives in each class, where they are further classified under Team A or Team B. This is required as in the event that 2 schools are tied for the same number of gold medals, they look at whether Team A of School A has more than Team A of School B.

As the name suggest, Team A usually has the best pesilat from each school.The advantage of being in Team A is that you have an easier passage in the earlier rounds as you fight with those from other schools who are in Team B. Because my weight category, Class C, only has 2 people, I fought Azmee for the spot in Team A. At the end of the match I am certain that the spot now belongs to me.

An issue with the Silat team at the moment is the seemingly lack of discipline, which I have to agree with. Coming late for trainings, absent without valid reasons are just some of the problems we have to deal with. I've said this and I'll say it again:It is all down to the individual, the attitude to which he/she adopts. The committee have tried their best, but of what use is it if you have been telling people to be puntual and present when you are one of those struggling with the same problem? If you are tired, I am also tired. If you are 'malas',I am also malas. When we want something of course we have to work hard for it. If we want to be champions we must all have the same goal, the same passion, the same drive.

The desire has to be there.

Because the difference between dreams and accomplishments is purely that.

Desire.

2004-04-26T14:35:00.000+08:00

I lost my handphone...aargh!

It happened on Friday night,when I took the company taxi home after work. I was the last one to be dropped off. During the ride, i played with my hp for a while, then I dozed off. When I reached my destination, I quickly got out. Then I realized that I had left my hp behind. When I reached home, I called my hp so that Uncle Tony(the driver) could answer it for me, then keep it for me till tomoro when I see him. When nobody answered I realized that it is in the silent mode.

To cut a long story short, it is velieved that my hp is with a woman in her 30s, according to Dayat,who called my hp when the woman answered,asking the owner of the hp(ME!) to come to her place to claim it. Before they could work out the details the line was cut off. When I called back it was engaged (I don't have voice mail), meaning it was switched off. Until today I still can't get through to my hp. *Sigh*...my contacts are all inside...if the lady want the hp,by all means,take it. Just return the SIM card to me... =-(

Cut my hair already,if not can't sit for my exams. Quite short lah,by anuar's standards. However, the gergerl nickname still won't go away like I hoped it would. Guess I'm stuck with it till the end of time.

My exams are just around the corner. Not yet in "Study" mode though.

My dad has told me to pack my bags and leave home. According to him, he can't bear to have ungrateful children (me and Dayat) in his house anymore. So now I'm still deciding whether to rent a room or live with mum.

Stick a fork in me.

I'm done.

2004-04-21T10:37:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, at work, there's this customer who complained to my manager about me. This flabby, caucasian woman who looked like she hasn't showered in months.

I was working with 3 people yesterday: My manager As, first-day-at-work girl Erma, and mentally handicapped barista, Anna. I was the cashier, since Erma and Anna can't do cashiering and my manager ws inside the kitchen doing the gourmet orders. Erma was doing the hot drinks and Anna, the ice blended drinks. There were 3 people in the queue, including the I-stink-cos-I-haven't-showered woman, while another 4 were waiting for their drinks to be prepared. After I took the woman's order, she told me that her table outside needs clearing. I said okay, looking to clear the other 2 people a.s.a.p before I do the honour myself, as Erma and Anna are really busy with their duties. (Both had about 5 drinks to do each)

After I gave her back her change, she looked at me one kind. I ignored her, and proceeded to the next person in queue. Then this bitch opened her mouth,
"Are you going to clear the table, or am I wasting my time asking you to do it?"

Nobody talks to me like that and expect to get things done. Nobody. If you think you can intimidate me just because you're some big shot caucasian or that you just set the world record for number of days a human being can go without showering, sorry, you got the wrong guy. If she had asked nicely, I would have done it. Like this, forget it.

"I will clear it for you later ma'am"

"Later?When? When I have finished my coffee?"

"We are really busy right now. You just have to wait a short while. 2 mins at most."

"No, I want you to clear the table right now."

"I can't ma'am, I have other customers to attend to."

"Where's your manager? I want to see your manager".

"As you wish". So I went inside and called As out. She asked me why the customer wanted to see her, so I told her what happened. Then she said to just clear the table first, while she handle the cashiering duties(and that pesky piece of trailer park trash). So I did just that. I know the woman was talking about me cos she was pointing and looking at me while talking to As. I don't know what she said.

And I don't care.

I'm right. You're wrong.

Simple as that.

Stick a fork in me.

I'm Done.

2004-04-19T09:57:00.000+08:00

My football team (Black Warriors FC) got a match yesterday, to be played at a field in Yishun called Padang Fandi. My team manager, Shirhan, told us to meet at Yishun MRT at 3pm sharp. When I and Hidayat arrived at 3.15pm (star karat pe), there were already 9 of us, just waiting for 2 more to come, then we can get on with our match. Our opponents were already waiting for us at the field. By 3.45pm, we were still waiting. Our right winger, Fathi, just left his home when we called him at 3.45 and the other 5 players who were coming said they are still at Marsiling. So we had to wait for them to arrive first as we can't play with just 9 men. 4.10pm, then they arrive. How inconsiderate people can get. More than 1 hour late. 15 mins,half an hour late, I can accept. But 1 hour? That is testing my patience.

So we proceeded to the field, where there are already two Indian teams playing out the first half. After them there is another match before our turn, because we came later then them, so its just basic courtesy to let them play out their first half first. Its an unstated rule that the teams all play their first halves first. After the 2nd match, my team and our opponents then proceeded onto the field for our match.

Then the Indians struck.

These black beasts also stepped onto the field, obviously wanting to play out their 2nd half. One of my team members approached them to tell them that it is our turn to play. Seeing that he was surrounded by these black animals I urged my team mates to go over and even out the numbers. If they are looking for a fight I'm all game for it. It's simple. If they hit us first, we hit them back. Hard.

Their argument was that they arrived first before us and they should finish the match first. What the fuck was that? Our opponents had already arrived before them. Just that my team were late. They said its our problem that we are late. I said to let us play our first half first but these fucking idiots won't listen. Seriously, who the fuck do they think they are? Who says they call the shots around here? To me they are just a bunch of bloody motherfuckers. My opponents came over and told them to scram. They wouldn't budge. In the end, we decided to just get on with our match. Ignore these pundeks.

"Ok ah. You play your match. We will stay put here." Said the mama lemons.

I'm really pissed off now.

Imagine playing a match with a whole bunch of people in the middle of the field. Its impossible. Frankly speaking. Oh yeah. And the smell that emanates from these people. It makes you nauseatic. No kidding. One is enough, let alone 20. Standing around them was a torture for me.

If there wasn't any law against violence in Singapore I would slap them back to Bangladesh or India or wherever they came from.

This thing is really getting us nowhere. Nobody wants to back down. In the end we decided to let them play out their game first. Not because we're scared. No way are we afraid. If you think we are, FUCK OFF! Screw you. To those who's still here, Its because we just want to play. It's getting late already.5.30. By 7.30 it will be pitch dark. If we continue to argue with these fools we may not get to play. Not worth it. Hari ni hari kau, lain hari hari aku. Korang tengok je.

We managed to play only one half, where my team lost 1-0. By the time the other team finished their match it was already dark. Those Indians will BURN in HELL for this.

This time I shouldn't stick a fork in me.

Stick a fork in them.

I'm Done.

(P.S: This article by no means constitutes anything I have against the Indian race. Its just these particular group of Indians that really upset me. I am not a rascist, nor discriminate against them.)

2004-04-13T14:24:00.000+08:00

Yep. Its confirmed. The friendly against ITE is next saturday, 24th April 2004 in NYP. You, my fans, are cordially invited to attend this exhibition match to watch me in action at absolutely no cost. Mark this date on your calendar so that you won't miss your idol in action.

Just finished my CRM presentation and was glad to hear my tutor say that my group was one of the better ones that did the project. 1 down, 5 to go.

Anuar's crappy thoughts of the week:
If the plural of tooth is teeth, shouldn't phone booth be phone beeth?
Why are boxing rings square?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, I shudder to think what do humanitarians eat...

Later.

2004-04-12T14:46:00.000+08:00

My dad left for Cambodia this morning. He'll be gone for 5 days. Whooo! Felt so happy. Nobody to nag at me. Nobody to call me while I'm in lecture and insist on talking to me right there and then.

I helped him carry his luggage down to the car park and loaded them into the boot of his car. Then he turned to me and said "Take care of yourself k. If you have any problems just give me a call in Cambodia. I love you." Then he kissed my forehead and gave me a warm hug. Suddenly I felt sad.

Sad that he is leaving.

Funny how your emotions can toy with you.

Have to accept that, after all, he's still my father.

My one and only father.

The next big event on my calendar is the Silat friendly against Combined ITE. Can't wait to pit my skills against them. After all, they are the defending champions of the annual Silat IVP. By the way, can anyone tell me what does IVP stands for? Been wrecking my brains for weeks now on this one. Inter Varsity Polytechnics? Institutional Varsity Players? Idiots Versus Pimps? Argghh...

Try sneezing with your eyes open.

If you can do it, I'll give you the honour of...

Sticking a fork in me.

When I'm done.

2004-04-08T11:34:00.000+08:00

Let's start this off with a joke.

A group of explorers were flying over the Amazon jungle when their plane crashed. Their only survivor woke up to find himself in the middle of the jungle. As he searched the jungle for food and shelter, he came upon a cannibal tribe. They closed in on him menacingly, swiping their daggers. "I'm dead" the man said to himself. Suddenly, the clouds opened up, a ray light shone through and a voice boomed,"No.Not yet.Take your dagger and slit the throat of their leader. He's the one wearing the skull necklace". The man did just that. The tribe then moaned and made funny noises when they saw their leader killed.The man then asked,"What now my lord?" The voice said again...

"Now you are dead".

As you can see I have my tagboard up. So happy.
There's nothing left in the Champions League that's worth watching now. My beloved Arsenal is out, the mighty Real Madrid is out and now, defending champion Milan is out. This season's Champions League is turning out to be a farce.

Am in school right now, typing here instead of listening to my tutor.Haha. I start work at 5.30pm later.Found out from my friends that most of their NS enlistment dates are either on the 7th ot 14th of June.Haven't checked mine. Not too far off, I guess. 2 months more, and my wavy long hair will be gone. I think I should hold a farewell party for my hair. It has served me so well over the years.

oops...lesson's ended.

Stick a fork in me.

I'm done.

2004-04-05T12:39:00.000+08:00

Met Maria just now.Said my blog was very funny.Really made my day.Thanks Maria!
Anyway she asked me why I don't have a tagboard.A lot of people have asked me this question.The reason is because I do not know how.So if any of you kind souls is willing to help me just give me a call.

Last Saturday was the 1st and 2nd round matches of the NYP Soccer Tournament.My match was slated to be played at 10.30am and we must report by 10.Ok.At least still have time to go for 2 hours of silat training.Then after silat,off to work at 2pm.Or so I thought.

So on Saturday I woke up at 8am to get my things ready.Called my teammates to make sure they have woken up.As usual nobody answered (and we are to meet at 8.45 at woodlands control station). Later one by one said they will be late.Me and Hidayat then went to school first,where we met Wak.We proceeded to the stadium,only to find out that our match is postponed by 1 hour.Ok.Initially I was sleepy, then hungry, and now I'm angry.Sabar je...

This will be my third time joining the competition.As usual,as is the case with me,my team lost in the first round on the previous 2 occasions.I was hoping this will be third time lucky for me.And unlike the previous two,I was very confident of my team's chances this time around.My team consisted of me,my brother hidayat,Azman,Firman,Taufid,Wak and Syafiq.This was how we line up:
Wak(GK)
Dayat Firman Syafiq
Anuar Azman
Taufid

Our first round match is against Old United,a chinese team.Slowly complacency crept over the team when we saw our opponents."Boleh makan ah","easy game" and "Confirm kita 2nd round nye" were the phrases being said.

They kicked off first.During the first half we had a good chance but Azman just failed to connect with the ball.Old United were just pumping long balls into our half.

At the start off the second half Azman suffered an ankle injury.Since we had no substitutes,we were forced to play with just 6 men against 7.The odds were really against us now.However we created another good chance where Taufid shot straight at the keeper.5 minutes later the referee blew for full time,with the score at 0-0.

Its sudden death penalty now.

In sudden death penalty the team which fails to score after the other team had scored will be knocked out.

My team were to take the penalties first.Since none of my team mates was willing to take the first kick i stepped up confidently.In my mind I knew where I was going to place the ball.To the keeper's right.As I ran up to take the kick I looked at the keeper's left.He was totally outfoxed by that and dived to the left, only to see the ball perfectly nestled in the bottom right hand corner of the net.1-0.

Old united scored.1-1.

Next was Dayat.If he missed this one,he's in for one hell of a time with me.I did not tell him anything before his kick though in case it puts more pressure on him.He kicked the ball high to the keeper's left.It went in.Lucky him.Good penalty.2-1.

Old united scored.2-2.

Taufid was the next kicker.His was a straightforward penalty,rammed to the keeper's right.Keeper had no chance.3-2.

Old United scored.3-3.

Firman stepped up next.To me Firman is Mr. Reliable,always there when the team needs him.Unfortunately not this time around.His kick was easily saved by the keeper.We are now staring at the face of defeat.

My heart was racing as their kicker took the penalty.He shot way over the bar.I let out a triumphant "YES"! and clapped my hands,cheering on my team mates.It's still 3-3.

As Syafiq placed the ball on the spot I could see the quiver in his hands and the nervousness on his face.That is not a good omen.The key to taking penalties is Confidence.As expected he too,shot over.I just don't understand it.How can you all missed when it is easier to score? We are surely out now.

As if keeping up with the trend,Old United also placed the ball too high.The score remained at 3-3. Because Azman is injured,our very own goalkeeper Wak took the next penalty. I'm not feeling too confident already.

Wak totally muffed his kick.He kicked the ground first before the ball,so it took the power out of his shot. The ball travelled straight down the middle at a snail's pace,even my 1 year old sister could have saved that.What more this keeper?My frustration is boiling over already.

I could not believe what I witnessed next.As the Old United kicker kicked the ball,wak was already diving to his right.The ball was heading to his left.In a great show of reflexes Wak went back the other way and managed to JUST keep the ball out.One second late and we would have been out.Wak atoned for his earlier miss.Still 3-3.

I was prepared to take our next penalty,since Azman is injured.To me penalties are a piece of cake.It has not been a problem to me in the past,and it will not now.
To my horror the referee ordered Azman to take the kick and shooed me off the ball.My team protested vehemently at his decision.I mean,look at Azman's ankle.It was so swollen it could have been the size of the referee's head.Our protests were all in vain however.The referee explained that all the players have to take the penalty before we can start all over again.

Azman missed.I can't say anything more.

Old united scored to knock us out of the competition.
Once again that feeling of dejectedness came over me.Haiz...It's just not my luck after all.

After that I went to eat Mcdonald's,then went to work.When I reached home I was ready to see Arsenal thrash Man Utd.I was left disappointed as Man Utd scored with their one and only shot during the match to win the game 1-0. Saturday was just not my day.maybe you should stick a fork in me.

I'm done.

2004-04-02T11:08:00.000+08:00

It's been a really long,long time since I've updated my blog. I've been really busy,what with my projects and work commitments,and my silat training.As a result,I'm spending less and less time with Sri.I am so sorry sayang.I really am busy.

I'm tired and pretty stressed up,but I'm trying very hard not to let it show.What's the use of complaining? I have seen people writing on their blogs that they hate their life,what life is all about and all that crap. What about those people in Palestine?Somalia?Jordan?These people live in poverty and are always faced with security issues and terrorism.Many of them have never felt love,let alone know it.I really would like to see these people who moan and whine in their shoes and see what life is all about.I really don't get it.You are living in a country with minimal security threats, you have an education,you still have a family,you don't have to worry where your next meal is going to come from.So stop complaining.

Looking forward to:
Graduation in 4 week's time.

The Silat IVP.

NYP's 7-a-side soccer tournament.

Going NS.

Getting my motorcycle licence.

I am proud to say that the Silat Camp was a success.Really enjoyed myself,though there were some disagreements between me and the facilitators.

Will be updating soon.

Ok.stick a fork in me.

I'm done.

2004-03-18T12:33:00.000+08:00

The news really broke my heart.

In silat tournaments we are divided in different weight categories.I am in Class C(55-60kg).Each school is to send a maximum of two participants in each class for the IVP tournament.I reckoned for Class C it was going to be me and Ridwan.

I was wrong.

There's another Anwar in my Silat club,who is really,really good in Silat.His resume include being champion of the Class C category at the IVP tournament in 2002,picking up the 'pesilat harapan' award,the top individual award,on the way as well.(A long service award should be given to him as well as he has been in this school since 1999!) Its arguable that he's the best pesilat in this school.He kind of 'retired' last year,until...

He decided to make a comeback this year.

Now I am not a selfish person.His comeback is better for the team as we have a better chance of winning.BUT i thought this year was going to be my year. The year I prove my doubters wrong.The year I force my critics' words down their throats.Shut them up.Prove that I am not a choker.

You see,this will be my third year joining the IVP.My last one before I leave school.And I want to leave on a high.Satisfied that I had achieved something during my time in Silat NYP.If you ask anybody what they look for when they are doing something,its this.

Achievements.Accomplishments.Accolades.

In my first year,I was just a mere reserve.Yeah,as in if the pesilat who is supposed to fight is injured before the tournament starts,I fill in for him.But during the tournament itself,if he's injured,no replacement is allowed.

Last year,I lost in the first round.Not before being punched in the face though.

This year,I'm determined to set the record straight.I've come regularly for trainings,did my own training at home,all those stuff.Started to feel good about my chances this year.Then this has to happen.And Anwar will be thrust straight into the starting lineup.Ridwan will surely be up there with him.

I do not know where I stand though.

Whatever it is,I won't give up.

I will try my best to get my place back.

Stay tuned.

2004-03-10T19:00:00.000+08:00

Passed my BPO ICA.Woohoo!

Payday's in 5 day's time.Woohoo!

Man Utd Is out of the Champions League.Woohoo!

They are also NOT going to win the Premier League.Woohoo!

Got myself a new shirt.Woohoo!

And a new bag.

It's been a kind week for me...

Anyway,my thought of the week:
Ever wondered why women can't put on mascara with their mouth closed?

2004-03-05T15:35:00.000+08:00

On Wednesday,had nothing to do,so went to my mother's house to visit her.Stayed there for a while before going off to meet Sri at Woodlands at 9pm.Reached home at 10,watched Raw is War and American idol then went to sleep.Woke up at 3am to watch Liverpool's match(though I'm not a Liverpool fan).Slept back at 6am lepas solat subuh.

On Thursday,went shopping in town.Went to CBTL at OCBC to buy ice blended drinks.Guess who we saw there?Edmund!So instead he made me a Mocha Ice Blended and Sri a Pure Chocolate Ice Blended.All for free.
After that went to watch The Butterfly Effect at Cathay Cineleisure starring Ashton Kutcher.The movie is basically about this guy who has the ability to go back in time and correct the wrongs he has made. However,the catch is that when he tried to alter the events which was not the way it was supposed to be,it affects the lives of those around him.For those of you who have not watched it yet,what are you sitting there for?Get up and get the tickets now!I promise you,you won't regret it.

After the movie went to makan at Far East Plaza and jalan2 there for a while.At 8 we called it a day and went back home.

To erma,all i have to say is that,a closed door opens up many windows of opportunities.Take that for what it's worth.

Ok,I'm done.It's fork time.

2004-03-02T15:18:00.000+08:00

During my silat session last Saturday we were introduced to a new concept by Taufik(our instructor):He will choose 2 from the 12 guys to be the "king" or "hero",to take turns sparring with the remaining 10 guys.So it works like this:King A enters the ring to fight Challenger A.After the fight its King B's turn to fight Challenger B.Then King A enters the ring again to face Challenger C,and so on and so forth.Each bout lasts 1 minute.I,along with Zainal,a 100KG monster,were the lucky ones to be the kings.The prospect of facing 5 guys with only a 1 minute interval kind of set my adrenalin pumping.First up was Zul,a budding pesilat and I think weighs the same as me(57.5KG).In silat we are divided into weight categories to ensure a fair fight.So,to get the ball rolling,we have...

King Anuar vs. Challenger Zul
I really do not want to sound boastful here but I regard this as a warm up match for me.This was a relatively easy match which I dominated.During the match I nearly broke Zul's nose with a back kick.Sorry Zul!Tak sengaja.Anyway 1-0 to me.Ha.
Next up is Azmi,who possesses a powerful crescent kick and a silat enthusiast.He weighs 58kg.

King Anuar vs. Challenger Azmi.
The first 30 seconds was a back and forth match,until I got a grip on the fight and had him running for cover.Ok,I was exaggerating,but you get the idea.2-0 to King Anuar.At this point I could feel my stamina leave me a bit.
My next task...weighing in at 78kg,is big man Fadli.Fadhli is a big talker.His legs are so heavy,I think they are as HEAVY as I am.Without further ado...

King Anuar vs. Challenger Fadhli
The first 20 seconds was a bit tense,with both of us hesitating to get any sort of attack in.Then he threw a punch at me,and that is where the bout sprang to life.We exchanged kicks,and at one point I was too slow to get my leg down in time before he caught it and threw me to the ground.I must say that his powerful kicks are too difficult to handle.Or as I would put it,tak leh angkat sak.I would say that Fadhli just nicked this one,just.This fight really took a lot out of me.2-1.
Wan is up next.He is the president of Silat NYP and trained with the national Silat team before.He's small and very quick.He is one of my main rivals for the IVP tournament in June.

King Anuar vs. Challenger Wan
This was a very entertaining fight which got the girls screaming and the guys cheering.It was an even match where the both of us dominated for short periods.This is a draw.ermm...how do I put it? Aha!
2-1-1.(Win-draw-lose)I'm already struggling for breath here.Can't give up though,my last match is coming up.
Diarni is one of my good friends in Silat NYP.A funny guy who is the one cheering us up when the chips are down.He's a bit heavier than me.Let's get the match going then...

King Anuar vs. Challenger Diarni
My kicks and punches were wayward in this fight,due to a loss of stamina.However Diarni didn't really pose a threat to me.In a way this was a match for me to lose,which I did not.A victory for me,albeit an unconvincing one.3-1-1.Not a bad record,I must say.

I came away from the session with a fractured elbow,bruised ribs and a broken left foot.If u already didn't know,I'm exaggerating again.I suffered just some minor cuts and bruises.It was a really enriching and eye-opening experience for me.I'm wondering who would be the lucky kings next week.

You know the banquet job I was telling you about?Call me ignorant,but I really have no idea I was to serve wine and beer.That's not all.I had to serve a whole,fucking pig!Not just pork ribs or pork legs,a WHOLE pig complete with the tail and the head with the signature upturned nose.It was a Chinese wedding.When I learned I had to serve pork,a wave of nausea came over me.When I saw the thing itself I felt so sick in my stomach I'm still wondering how I manage not to puke right there and then.When I got home I really sental myself with dettol and brushed my teeth twice.Eeee...betul nye geli siak...Next time I must make sure the banquet is a Malay wedding's or a halal buffet.I would rather forgo 25 bucks then work in a place like that.Dahlah geli,the money I earned pun haram.Bukanye boleh buat makan ke apa.The money I earned was used to tengok wayang and main pool.I must really be careful next time.If not I will crap in my pants the next time I see that BABI.Or,you can...

Stick a fork in me.

I'm done.

2004-02-27T15:45:00.000+08:00

Here's a job tip:
when looking for a job,DON"T apply at West Mall Coffee Bean.The manager there is a bitch (she's a butch actually,but...whatever).
She told me to cut my hair.When I refused,she commented that I look like a girl.
So...
You can look and act like a guy
But I can't keep my hair long?
Go to hell.
Bitch.
No.Butch.
Whatever.

By the way,I am cutting my hair today,but not because of that bitch.Juz because I wanna cut it.Its getting messy already...but the problem is I donno what style I wanna cut it.Flattop?GI?Bald?Haiz...still can't decide

Got myself a new job as Banquet Waiter at Peninsula Hotel.But not quitting my current job though.People say I'm too greedy for money.
I say...
No money,
No food.
No handphone.
No travel.
No entertainment.
No life.

There.
Stick a fork me.
I'm done.

2004-02-24T14:00:00.000+08:00

Came home late yesterday after work.Moment I went in the door,Dad started nagging away."Apasal kau tak matikan lampu bilik kau sebelum kau kluar rumah? Kau ingat aku cap duit apa bayar duit air lampu?Makcik Timah kau(my stepmother) masak asal kau slalu tak makan?Nanti dah tua badan kau banyak penyakit jangan salahkan aku.Aku dah banyak kali bla bla bla bla bla"...it goes on and on.I wanted to answer back-"y make such a big fuss over a small matter?"
"I'm always out,either working or schooling.How do u expect me to eat at home?
"What has eating home got to do with my body getting diseases?"
But I won't.Cos he's my father.And I don't want to hurt him in the worst way possible-through his heart.Sometimes our parents don't always understand us.Sometimes it's their fault,sometimes its ours.We juz got to put up with it.

Ok,its time now for Anuar's JOKE Of the WEEK:
10 things to do in an exam:
Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "oh geez, better get cracking" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.

2. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.

3. If it is a math/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer/essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.

4. Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the invigilator's left nostril.

5. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm so sure you can hear me thinking. " Then start talking about what a jerk the invigilator is.

6. Bring cheerleaders.

7. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About five minutes into it, loudly say to the invigilator, "I don't understand any of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who are you? Where's the regular guy?"

8. Bring a Game Boy (or Game Gear, etc. . . ). Play with the volume at max level.

9. On the answer sheet (book, whatever) find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.

10. Bring pets.

Anuar's THOUGHT of the WEEK:
Bila kita bangga,kita tunjuk kebangaan kita.Bila kita sedih,kita tunjukkan kesedihan kita.Tapi bila kita malu...?

See U guys.Now stick a fork in me.

I'm Done.

2004-02-20T14:50:00.000+08:00

Haiz...CBTL Junction 8 is closed. Funny how I can be emotionally attached to a simple wokplace.Now I'm transferred to West Mall.How I hate this place.The managers so stuck up, the staff so proud of themselves..I miss J8 already.I miss the Genting trip,the quarrels with Sri over work,going out together during hari raya,gossiping with Sarimah over Edmund(J8 outlet manager) behind his back,and then change my mind and gossip with Edmund over Sarimah behind her back,talking cock with Azman, Erma,Faizal,Izzati...basically having fun.Funny how one moment I'm the 'Prince" of J8 and the next...
Treated like thrash at West Mall.
Sigh...life goes by so fast.
Anyway,now I'm going to treat like this is the Oscars and give my thank you speech to the people of J8:

Edmund-A great manager who gives his all to the outlet.I hated him as much as he hated me initially.But as time goes by,I grew to like him and his work ethics.He felt the same way bout me too(NOT in ThAT way!),observing my attitude and commitment to the J8 cause.A funny guy,cracking jokes every now and then,always advising me to put my studies first before work.

Sarimah-Assistant manager who LOVES smoking and daydreaming.I wouldn't say she's lazy, just that she expects the staff to do the work for her while she do her paperwork.Still,she treats us all like her younger brothers and sisters.I can still see the images of her crying in my mind as J8 CBTL breathed its last.

Erma-The ONE who started it all.Yep,I got the job through her and had a great time working with her.Together with Sri and Azman,we were the 'bad guys' of J8,wreaking havoc on staff and customers alike.Never when we were working together would we not laugh our heads off.erma,if you're reading this, just wanna thank you for this job,which meant so much for me at the end of it all.

Azman-my best friend during my time in J8.We would discuss football news, riding lessons,relationships and girls(azman especially).anything about girls,go and ask him.Though best friends,we are rivals for the coveted title of "Most Charming Guy in J8".the winner?I donno,go ask the babes of J8(hey,they rhyme!)

Shau shiong and Ryan-Helped me settle in quickly in the J8 environment.Friendly and approachable.Taught me a lot of things in J8 with thier vast experience and expertise

Auntie Sim Choy-the mother of J8.Though loud and bossy,we love her all the same.We are all like children to her

Yusoff-Hardworking staff,and like to learn new things.How he never has won the employee of the month award is beyond me.

Izzati-One of the staff I took under my wings.Funny girl with whom I will gossip with and make jokes on Anak Metropolitan."Mummy,jangan nak buat perangai ngan Daddy eh!"

Faizal-Another of the staff I took under me.I had a good working relationship with him.we knew exactly what each of us are supposed to do when we're working together.

To Ross,Taufid,Auntie Siew Jong,Samantha,Louis,Imran,Hafiz,Jae,Rallen,Kelvin,
su,Fizah,Clarice,Azmi,Suhaimi,Jim and Wei Xiang:Sorry,My page doesn't have enough space for write-ups of you...NVM,what's important is that I love u guys!

There you have it.The all-Star cast of Coffee Bean Junction 8. Now stick a fork in me.

I'm Done.

2004-02-11T13:14:00.000+08:00

I quarelled with my colleague yesterday.J8 Coffee Bean closes at 11pm on weekdays.By 10.50,I had already switched off the lights and radio outside.11.05,the crowd still haven't leave.These customers are making things difficult for me.So I went around telling the customers that we are already closed(I need to stack the tables and chairs).Lastly,I came to Augustine's table,who was sitting with my former colleagues,and told them"sorry guys,you have 5 minutes" and walked away.Then I heard someone say"What only" to which I turned around and asked who said that.
"Me.Y?"
"I'm closing the store already.U got a problem with that?"
"What's the problem?U cannot wait ah?"
"I got a lot of things to do.Are you helping me with the closing?If not den u can get lost"
Then, as I left,I heard him say what a fucked up atittude I have.I decided to ignore that in case I get a warrant of arrest for punching him in the face.

The other day I was reading erma's blog when I came across these words:"I used to lecture Sri. Last time her bf does not let her to go floorball bcos we siling girls and boys train together". Just to set the record straight, I NEVER told Sri that she can't go foorball training. I just told her that I do not like it.Its two different things.One is an order;the other is just an opinion.Like for example:My father doesn't like me using the phone at night...BuT he doesn't stop me from doing so.Its just that he thinks its not appropriate for me to use the phone so late at night.I think someone owes me an apology.. ;P Haha

Anyway,to my darling Sri,ur last post was really sweeeet..I love u too...

My managers will be treating the J8 staff at Seoul Garden later on...Can't wait...My stomach is growling like a tiger already.I'm seeing the chicken,teriyaki beef,pizza in front of me already...talking about food...
Stick a fork in me.I'm Done.

The beginning...

2004-02-09T16:28:00.000+08:00

Ok.My first post.What should i write about?Hmm......let me see....trees?rats?monsters hiding under my bed?
haha..ok, seriously this is about me. And those around me.Yeah.....anyway i'm in school now.gotta rush off to work in like, 5 min time. Heck, manager on duty now is sarimah...I guess i'll be a 'bit' late. Macam malas gitu..I just played soccer yesterday and my quads are hurting like mad...lepas tu gi kerja pulak tu. Bodoh kan? Dah tahu kerja masih nak main bola..anyway my team were THRASHED 4-0.Our defence let us down. But the whole team have to shoulder the blame..not fair to fault one department alone.Haiz..Bila lah aku dapat kena spot dengan scout dari geylang fc ke,woodlands fc ke... at least dapat main kat padang cantik sikit..I'm looking forward to my next match though.I have a feeling a win is just around the corner.Klah, gotta go.Watch this space k?Oh yeah,stick a fork in me.I'm done.