Sunday, May 21, 2006

sergio mendes

I was at the Cotton Club with some friends to have drinks, listen to some jazz and hang out last Friday night. Its always been a place that I've wanted to go into. Walk by outside the place, and look into the floor to ceiling glass windows and I got vibes of a classy and mellow place to hang out with its minimalist and slightly quirky decor. Just my kinda place.

You see, I'm a sucker for appearances. Show me a place with great ambience and I'm tempted. Temptation's a bitch cos doesn't matter how many times I've been smacked on the head with that great big book with that beautiful cover, I still forget to look at the contents. I'm not saying we had a bad time there, cos we had a brilliant time. Put us all together in some dingy attic overlooking a desert, and we'd still probably make a good time of it. But once you're in a place, you get a feel for it. I still saw the the great art on the walls, the Ally Mcbeal-ish unisex washroom, the oh-so-painful-but-so-chic to sit on couches and the brilliant live jazz band. But the smaller things seem to creep up and take a hold inside. Like the disappointing pasta and the waitress that had that absolute weird accent. I'm not sure if she was some foreigner or just trying way too hard to sound hoitty toitty posh. She mentioned that it was ladies night and - but she also kindly forgot to mention that only certain drinks were on the house for the ladies in our group.

Certain small, niggling bits and pieces do ruin big things. Its kinda like with people. From a distance there's aways a perception. But get closer and start peeling away at the layers. Things start falling out. A bit of this and some of that. And these are the things that I have in the back of my mind when someone starts becoming a bit dodgy or there's that weird feeling about someone. Kinda feel that I know what Spidey meant when his spider sense is tingling. Though I gotta say no part of my ass or anywhere else tingles - well at least not too often. And even thats only cos of insect bites. But its not like I'm insect infestated anyhow. Ramble, ramble.

Peel, peel, peel. Certain things or people disappoint. But the special things in life always seem to have more layers to to surprise.

Friday, May 12, 2006

Do I hug and kiss?

I happened to look at my long forgotten bog due to a comment someone made to me. Lo and behold its still there. Went 'round viewing blogs by Fqrl and Hazry and the themes were familiar and close to me. Stories of a chapter ending in our lives and a sense of resignation that things will never be the same.

Where did the years go? I have a new job now in KL doing something I pretty much stumbled into. Its been a wild 1 month on the job and I feel privileged to be in the position I am. God knows why a multinational organization is looking to entrust me with certain responsibilities. If only they knew. But the thing I've been thinking about is that I don't feel like I'm gonna be 25 on the 28th this month. If it was up to me, I'd enroll right back into Uni again. The thought that I need to resemble some sort of functional responsible adult mildly lingers at the back of my mind. And to be frank, I don't really feel I want that. I want to have fun, to be spontaneous with my friends on weekdays, to be able to walk next door for a round of Playstation, to know that my buddies are always a short distance away.

But now I have to show leadership qualities to highlight the brand and drive business initiative, whatever that means. I have to make sure I shine above others, to be someone my colleagues can look up to, to create a Customer Experience Action Plan or whatever bombastic name I can call my initiative, and to actually even provide feedback on other peoples performance. Wtf? I don't even know when my road tax expires, or even be bothered to throw stale cheese outta the fridge. Hell, I have a freakin' washing machine in the apartment which I have no idea how to use. The typical trials and tribulations of a pampered single occupant of an apartment, perhaps?

I realize things won't be the same with all the friends I've been privileged to meet in the past years in Uni. Its one of those things we say will never happen. We make flase promises to keep in touch and to see each other often but it never quite works out like that. C'est la vie. But I do hope that when our paths cross, we'll still have the bond that made things around me so easy. And I'm also blessed to have met so many new and brilliant people recently. It really has been a whirlwind recently and I'm still struggling to keep my feet on the ground at times.

I haven't written in awhile so I realize I've rambled. So sue me. Biatch!

Friday, December 09, 2005

ayu....

"Hidzad! My girlfriend is coming back from Bahrain in two days but I have an off day from work tomorrow! Jom keluar! Aku belanja semua!I won 1,200 bucks betting on Champions League football."

Alright, so it was me, VJ and Pradeep, the usual Bar, Food, Booze and Club gang. Sathian was supposed to come along but he ran into a rather sudden difficulty. Namely, his disapproving girlfriend.

So we're sitting at the bar in Chili's and we're digging into a shared meal of cajun fajitas. They're all chugging away on Stout while I try to manfully down my mango juice. As previous times before, there's a lady sitting all alone by herself at the bar. She's a different person from the one we usually see but sure enough, she speaks with a Filipino accent. And absolutely on time, a bald, chubby Chinese guy chats her up. Ka-ching! Free dinner and breakfast the next day for you, maam, I suppose. So Filipino quasi-hooker lady is stuffing some Ceasar salad into her pie hole when suddenly she calls the nice bartender girl.

"Hey! Do you see what this is?? Its a cockroach egg on my lettuce! How can this happen??! Don't you know I'm a customer here and I'm supposed to get the best service possible! I want to speak to your manager!"

Ka-ching. And here comes free lunch too for the lady.

So Pregnant Manager Lady comes along and tries to assuage Ms Hooker's feelings by apologizing and saying that the meal is complimentary and they'll throw in a dessert too. So does Hooker Chick let it go while the going's good?

"Hey! Its not about the money! I don't care about the money. This meal is just small change to me! Ok? Small money! What if I have food poisoning after this??! Huh? Then I'll know who to sue. I'll sue Chilis. Ok?! I'm the customer and its not bout the money! This is small money to me!"

Yeah, yeah, keep on it, lady. I bet you probably threw that cockroach egg onto your plate from your big ol purse. Bet you got a few crickets in there too. Maybe if we're lucky you'll pull out a rabbit. Ta-da.

So we're done with the drama and decide to head to Absolute Chemistry in Bangsar cos Kanaa who happened to be in MidV and decided to join us said he could get a discounted price for a bottle of booze there. We get a corner booth at Absolute and the guys order a bottle of Chivas. VJ pulls out the moolah and passes it to Pradeep. He gives it to me and asks me to count it out. He's a bit shaky after all those mugs of Stout and since I'm the only sober person left in the bunch, I'm the accountant and chaffeur for the night. I count out 300 bucks and pass it to Kanaa and he gives it to the waiter dude. When the change comes back, we only get bout 27 bucks when its supposed to amount to 77 bucks. We accidentally gave the waiter 300 bucks when we shoulda given him only 250.

Here comes the drama. Again.

We enquire to Idiot Waiter bout the rest of our money. He says that we only gave him 250. Fucker! We gave you 300! So it turns into a brouhaha as the waiter now says since its illogical for us to have given him 300. What? WHo the fuck cares if it was illogical. Its our money to give and its your damn job to give the correct amount back, you dipshit. So it goes back and forth with the waiter, cashier, manager and bouncer, and then us. Kanaa looks ready to go at 'em but me and VJ try to cool the situation down. Pradeep is pretty much semi wasted. Alright, so we got no proof that we gave 300 bucks. FIne, take the damn 50 bucks. What goes around comes around you dipshits. We decide to just continue having a good time, but Kanaa is pretty much smouldering.

"Kanaa. Minum! Minum!"

After bout 6 mugs of Stout and a bottle of Chivas, you can imagine the condition of my friends. And all the while I'm nursing a couple glasses of Coke.

"Guys! The Coke is free flow right?? You think they watered it down?"

"Eh, shaddup lah, Hidzad. Salut!!"

While we were there a lady stops by our table and passes out free samples of Durex condoms. Hmm, I've never seen a condom wrapper up close so I get curious.

'Extra silky. Please massage cachet before use.'

"Pradeep, what the hell does massaging the cachet mean?"

"It means.... You gotta massage your.. Ya know... Your thang."

"Whatthafuck?? It says cachet. I dunno what a cachet is but I know it ain't that, dumbass. VJ! What the hell does massaging your cachet as it says on the back of this thing mean? Pradeep says you gotta massage your anu before you use it."

"Idiots. Now tell me why you're listening to Dumber & Dumberest. You gotta massage the condom la. Make it more elastic or some shit like that. And not massage your whatever. I have friends for idiots."

"Oooooooooh..."

They're done with the bottle of Chivas so I think we're done for the night.

"Macha! Hidzad! The night is still young! Lets go clubbin' at Castle!"

Crap. I'm way above my tolerance level of drunk friends and second hand smoke. But hey, all for one and one for all and crap like that. After half an hour at Castle I'm utterly bored outta my mind. I have absolutely no sense of rhythm. I have multiple left feet and am considered a menace to society on the dance floor in three states. So I head out and buy an issue of Klue at the 7-E and proceed to park my ass on the sidewalk.

So the guys finally come out and we head back home.

"Hidzad! I'm driving!"

"VJ! Stupid or what. If the cops stop us and give you a breathalyzer test, I swear the thing will explode cos it can't handle the amount of alcohol you had."

"Nope. I'm driving back."

"FUcker!"

"Ok ok. We trade. You gimme the free condom you got and I'll give you the keys."

"Idiot."

I pop in a mixtape cd I burned. I call it Hidzad's Post-Drunk MixTape Volume 1. So while the song Home by Michael Buble is playing, I hear snatches of a conversation from the backseat between Kanaa and PRadeep.

"Pradeep, my girlfriend has small knees."

"Why do you say that."

"Cos she does karate... See, she can even do those splits. She does 'em really well. She totally stretches out her legs."

"Yeah yeah so she gets small knees."

Huh?? I absolutely see no connection between karata, splits and small knees.

We're almost back when suddenly there's a roadblock.

"Hidzad, shit its the po-po!"

"Say what, man? You want a popiah?"

"Ok, I'm gonna pretend to be drunk and totally passed out."

"Whatthefuck??"

So Vj totally just collapses in the passenger seat.

"VJ! Whatthefuck! Why are you pretending to be passed out?? Do you WANT us to be stopped, you idiot?? Wei! Get up, you idiot! Answer me la!"

Silence.

"Jackass."

We roll up to the roadblock and I roll down my window. Shit, I sooo know we're gonna get stopped. So the cop takes a look at us, which includes the newly slumped over Pradeep and Kanaa too, and says Ok, go ahead.

EH??

"Dude! they let us go."

"Of course."

"Why?"

"Ahhh you see, my inexperienced friend.... If they saw you driving and all of us wide awake, they woulda thought you drank as well and woulda stopped us. But instead, what they see is the designated driver bringing back his inebriated colleagues back home from a night out. Brilliant, right?"

"Drunkard bastards."

Thursday, November 17, 2005

zombie! zombie!

I dropped in when the Final Year Project presentations were being held. They were held for two days over a number of rooms. I just watched mostly my friends presentations.

I never knew how brutal the process could be for some. Final Year students are required to present their work which they've implemented over the course of a semester. Each student must then give a brief intro on their project and then conduct a demonstration in front of a three person panel which consists of randomly selected lecturers. Sounds like a piece of cake, huh? So did I.

Watching it all up close was like taking in a jacked up Malaysian Idol on cocaine. Everything seems to go fine until the panel suddenly decides to perk up and let loose with criticism and comments. I understand the process is supposed to be for a student to prove that they've completed their project themselves and to defend their position on it. But I loathe the way a lot of lecturers ar completely unprofessional and easily biased throughout the process. You know the Ultimate Bitch Lecturer is gonna cos problems and try to knock you to the ground while happily trying to shatter your confidence. That's a moot point. Better say your prayers if you get her on your panel. But there are a quite a few who just seem to love dishing out criticisms which border on thinly veiled insults. There's absolutely nothing constructive about it. And the worse part is when they have no concept of understanding on the underlying work and process that has gone into the project. All they see is the end result and then proceed to try their damn best to tear it down.

Then there are the one's who don't even bother paying attention. That would be fine and dandy if they just shut up throughout the whole process, but noooo... they have to open their big mouths and competely ask irrelevant questions. And then the student is forced to answer a completely stupid. Even better is when the lecturer seems to be unsatisfied with the answer to the stupid question. Then they turn belligerent and attempt to shoot their mouths off even more. What's the student supposed to do? I've seen a few attempt to point out the obvious with no luck up til a point I swear a vein in their forehead is gonna burst. Then there are the others who give in to their frustration and anger by giving a lippy reply back. Not exactly the smartest thing to do but it probably feels damn good. Might as well go down in a blaze of glory.

It's absolutely fucking frustrating just watching the panel tear down a student and then inexplicably let some other student with a similarly completed project pass without a whimper. At least even in Malaysian Idol you know the judges are gonna be consistent. Paul is gonna be negative with a few too well thought out quoutes, Roslan is gonna be straight up honest, while Gee attempts to soothe. But here, its just a crapshoot. You just better pray you're lucky that the panel are in a good mood, or they've just eaten lunch, can't be bothered, or just don't understand the project you've done.

It just pisses the hell outta me when I've seen people I know who've worked tremendously hard but be subjected to a blindingly assanine panel and have their work cut up like its worthless because the panel doesnt understand the complexity of the process to achieve the end result. I gotta say that I've lost a lot of respect for quite a few of the lecturers who I see walking around here. And most of everyone here is with me on this.

Friday, November 11, 2005

i was born to make you happy

Tim is blasting they whole Birtney Spears album happily away. Now I know how those Iraqi POWs felt when they were tortured by this at Guantanamo Bay. Oh, please make it stop. Please, before I sneak up on him and proceed to rip the speaker out and throw it and Tim outta the 5th floor window. I mean, c'mon! Britney fuckin' Spears??! What kinda self respecting person lets other people know they're listening to the consort of wannabe gangsa rapper K-Fed. Just shoot me. Now.

So since I can't sleep I'm making a top 5 list of things that people do that drive me fuckin' insane.

1. Playing damn fuckin' B.Spears when I wanna sleep. This is just extreme noise pollution and you should be extradited to the US and be held for trial on charges of terrorism on a foreign soil.

2. People who can't be bothered. This goes in relation to them being late, not replying messages, leaving people hanging in the dark. I mean, hey- I made an effort to be there or to talk to you or to treat you like decent human being. The least you could do is to reci- aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiIIIIIEEEEEEE....!!!!

Damn you, Tim! You're playin' ah beng techno remixes of Britney now????!!! Toing - ta- toing - toing... !

There. His speakers have just been violently ripped outta their sockets. Peace. The golden sound of silence.

3. Dammit I lost my train of thought. Crap. I'll continue this list sometime.

I went for an interview for a position at HSBC. The screening interview was held at JobStreet in KL. 4 people were in my session applying for that position. They had a few tests where there was a cut off point for each of them. It felt like Tribal Council for Survivior HSBC.

"Rani, can I see you outside for a moment please."

I got through ok and sat in for an interview. It was only my 2nd interview ever. Funny how both of my interviews have been for positions which I am completely unqualified for. But at least this position didn't require a lot of technical skills. Just a big mouth and quick thinking. Right up my alley when I'm in the mood. The interview was much more enjoyable that I thought it would be. It helped that my interviewer looked to be only in her late 20's and we got along pretty well and talked quite a bit bout matters unrelated to the job.

I'm up for a final interview sometime next week at HSBC. Apparently some mat salleh dude is gonna be my interviewer then.

"Don't make jokes. Conduct yourself well and act professionally."

Hey, lady. Did you not notice my blinged out cuff links? No matter that they're borrowed. As is my tie, shirt and belt. But I know I at least look the part of a young ambitious exec.

So we'll see how the final interview goes. Don't really know if I want the job cos I still have my Final Year project to do. Huge pain in the ass.

fork in the road

I remember the last exam I took during my SPM. It was Lukisan Kejuruteraan. I remember that my hair was long and I wore an alice band before it became popularized by Beckham et al. Who knew I would be a fashion trailblazer. What I remember the most about that last exam was what I did after it. I remember us guys going to the school field which was just across the small road from the exam hall. Someone threw in a football and we played our hearts out. Screaming, jumping, running and generally acting like maniacs in glee. I remember the weather. It started to absolutely pour when we were playing. And I mean tropical monsoon season rain peltering us. And I remember that it made those moments even more enjoyable. Someone kicked the ball and it rolled conveniently to the side of the exam hall. And we all ran over to grab the hall back. We ran back cos we wanted to rub it in to those poor souls that were still taking their exams in there. Luckless bastards. Hah! We all just stood by the side of the exam hall and grinned our asses off as we waved at those Biology losers. Then a teacher shooed us off and we all ran back to the field.

"Hey kamu semua!! Ada kilat tu! Pergi masuk dalam kelas masing-masing!!"

"Say what, maam? Continue playing in the rain and have the best stupid fun in our lives? Ok will do, maam!"

I don't really remember much bout the last exam I took at Uniten. I know it was Advanced Java and I sat behind Halimatul. But I can't recall much of it with any detail. All I can remember is a sense of disappointment that I knew I wouldn't do well cos I barely knew what was going on in the exam paper. I know I'd be lucky to get outta this one alive. And I remember walking outta my last exam in Uniten without even talking to anyone and just leaving the exam hall. I guess the words that sum that moment are, "Man, this sucks."

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

i was in the death cab with cutie

You know the type of people I hate? The wannabe 90210 type. The type that believe that they're living in the OC. The one's that go "Oh, hellooooo.." and "What-ever", and actually manage to say it with a straight face and no sense of humour.

I have great friends. The people that I call my friends are the ones that I can be myself with. They allow me to goof off, to shoot my mouth off, to needle them and trade insults. In other words, they're the ones that let me be a complete jerk without having to feel bad about it. I never really looked at the friends I had. Guess I've had fun with them for so long that I take it for granted that other people out there are like them too. Huge mistake. Of epic proportions recently. Especially if it involves girls. Most girls just don't make for good friends. I can count on a few fingers my friends who are girls and are completely cool to me. That's the kicker. They're cool to me. So its my definition of cool. If i think cool is doing the funky chicken in the midst of strangers or checking themselves out in a mirror that somehow doesn' seem to be obnoxious for some reason for her, hey that's my opinion.

I've seen how girls are friends amongst themselves. When they're all together its all lovely. Its all hugs and air kisses. But try talking with just one or two of 'em. Suddenly all the worms come coming out. She hates her. She dissed me three weeks ago. She doesn't know anything about. Why is she so tak malu. What a biatch. I know she looked at me wrong. Bla bla bla.

The hugest mistake I could make is being myself with someone who I don't know well. Someone who doesn't make me feel comfy around 'em. Somehow something small can be blown up and I'm left with egg all over my face and all that I can muster is a "Huh?".

I gotta keep reminding myself after this. Life is changing, man. Watch your words except when around the very few. The moments when I can just kick loose and be myself look like they're gonna be rare now. But during the moments that you can't handle me being myself, the moments when I can't stop being myself, then fuck you.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

experience has left my ignorance shot

I'm gonna be outta my hostel accommodations at Uniten soon. And I probably won't be back permanently. Cos I actually have finished all my subjects! Well, there's just that lil project left to actually do. But hey, I'll get thru that. I hope. Please, dear God, please. How I am supposed to get a job without a freakin' degree that's taken forever for me to get. Hopefully. Please pleasepleaseplease. And I did get a call from Western Digital to attend an interview for a FA/Firmware Engineer position. And no, I have no idea in hell what that means. So I just went for the experience and was bombarded with an assembly language and C programming test. Amma. Just shoot me. But the interview was pretty ok. I made it clear in no uncertain terms that I was more suitable positions which were not advertised (and which I actually understood what I was required to do), which was actually a pretty dumb move in retrospect. But at the end of it, Mr Interviewer did say he liked me a lot and would pass my resume to his boss to see if there would be more relevant postions that I could interview for. Don't know if it was him just blowing some smoke, but hey, I'll just be ignorantly kinda satisfied by it. At least I didn't stutter and go dumb. Though I did blow some smoke in his direction during the interview.

But I digress. As usual.

Since I'm outta subjects, I won't be spending any more time in my sumptuous accommodations with anymore housemates. Which is slightly sad cos I do think I'll miss hanging out with they guys. Or at least passing by the junior guy who lives in my apartment but doesn't seem to say anything and whose room smells like Snoop Dog's bong room. I guess my best set of housemates has gotta be from a year ago. I roomed with DD, Joe and Faqroul. Farid was next door. We'd used to do all sorts of group buddy stuff like midnight runs to A&W PJ to hitting the pasar ramadhan to check out all the hottest mithali babes and going to Telawi in our pj's and flip flops. Well actually me, Farid, DD and Faqroul did most of that. The only time when Joe wasn't chained to his girlfriend was the one time we went to Hartamas Square and pretended to be cool. Its always the dumb things that make me smile fondly. Like how we used to all msn each other online from our individual rooms to agree on dinner logistics despite the fact we were living in the same apartment. And how Farid would sneak over from next door to my room and whisper that he needed a few packets of Cadbury's 3 in 1 hot choc packet. Me, Faqroul and Joe always kept the 3 in 1 packets hidden from DD cos he was a bit of an ass with 'em. We left em out early on in the sem and we'd find the whole damn package filled with packets empty within a few days. I swear DD thought the 3 in 1 meant that he had to pour out 3 packets in one mug to make hot choc. So rather than be without a supply or actually bug him, we just hid all our stuff, which kinda included bread etc not, in our rooms and just msn-ed or did secret knocks to get em from each other. But I guess we did leave a few packets and few slices of nearly expired bread for DD. Hey, we ain't all that cruel. But I do hope I get to create a few more fond memories soon.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

wrong turns

So me and Sathia head out for lunch nearby.

"Who's driving, man?"

"You drive."

"No, you drive la."

"What??"

"This is lame. Lets settle this like men. Paper, rocks scissors. None of this burung stuff okay."

"Papers rocks scissors. Got it."




"Hah! Paper won!"

"Whatthefuck?? You lying asshole, Hidzad! You drive!"

"Ya lah ya lah."

"Plus you look like you haven't even bathed yet."

"Shut up and get in the car."




"I'm hungry as hell but I haven't got much money, Hidzad."

"Me too and me neither."

"Lets just go eat somewhere nearby okay."

"Okay."

"So where we going."

"I dunno."

"So?"

"Lets go to Bangsar!!"

"Amma."




"Sotong goreng, man!"

"I'm veggie today. Tauhu will do it."

"Pour on the curry!"

"You like this stuff more than me. And I'm Indian."

"I'm Blackalay."




"Burrrrrrppppp."




And this was the last thing I saw before I blacked out on an overdose of curry, drugged rice and papaddum.

my vitriol

I was one of the photographers for the Students Council Annual Dinner at Shangri-La Putrajaya. Well, actually I came for the free food but was co-erced into snapping shots of the event. Which wasn't such a bad gig cos I got to go everywhere and talk to everyone. And coincidentally Tun Dr. M was there too. He met President Musharraf for a dinner thingy. I wish I could've had the oppurtunity to take a few snaps of the person my dad idolizes but I couldn't as I was helping out in the ballroom. But maybe it was for the better cos one of the bodyguards might've had itchy fingers and I woulda been splattered all over the nice mosaic. The event was fine and everything. It seemed to be a junior schmoozing event in preparation for the big time. Ain't so hard to do actually.

"Sirs, would you like to pose for an official picture?"

"Ladies, you look absolutely lovely. Care to pose?"

"Senyum. Jangan tahan-tahan."

La la la.


I had to bug outta there before 12 as Tottenham Hotspur, the team that beats to the same beat as my heart, the badge I proudly display on my chest, the players and style of play and sense of flair that so encapsulated me, were playing on that night and a delayed telecast was being shown on Supersport.

And you know what????

Not a SINGLE damn kedai mamak was showing the game. Argh! Instead they were all showing West Ham vs Sunderland on ESPN. Who the hell watches West Ham or Sunderland. There isn't a single supporter of those teams here! I stop by Hassan and ask the old dude glued to the tv there, "Cik, tengok game ni ke?"

And he gives me a fuckin 'why are you talking to me' stare and babbles out a "Ye tengok."

Whatthefuck.

I KNOW you don't know shit bout either West Ham or Sunderland. Switch the channel and watch Spurs play with verve, with flair and pace, you dumbfuck. Watchthe tigerish Davids harass and hustle for every ball in midfield. Watch the exuberance and sheer blinding pace of the the impish Lennon, the youngest goalscorer in the Premiership when he was 16. See the Egyptian Mido battle and bruise the Charlton centrebacks. Learn from the calm and always brilliantly position Naybet. But what do you do, you old fogie? You watch hooligan scum West Ham go up against nobodies Sunderland, you dumb twat.

I put pedal to the metal to four(!) different mamak joints and they're all showing West Ham / Sunderland. Not a single one is showing Spurs. Unfuckingbelievable. I know its a delayed game and it takes a huge effort to actually freakin switch channels form the moronic Man Utd game you were watching previously, but you still shoulda changed channels! Fuckin' fucks.

You people just wait til Spurs win the league. ESPN will be showing Spurs on a weekly basis til your eyes fall out and til your ears ring with me crowing. Either that or I'll open my own mamak joint and have a strict 'I watch anything I fuckin want' policy. And you know that means I won't be putting on any Man Utd or Chelsea game.

Do you know what I missed? A spectacular gritty comeback full of heart by Spurs. Trailing 2-0 we clawed back and won it with a brilliant finish by Keane.This season's team under Jol is a reincarnation of the Spurs of old. The Spurs team that played the Nicholson way. To merely win is never enough. A victory must be done with flair and style. That is the way we do it. A style that was executed by the likes of Branchflower and passed on to Hoddle, Ardilles, Villa, Lineker then Gazza, and then onto the Magnificent Five of Klinsmann, Anderton, Barmby, Dumitrescu and Sheringham. Now it looks like we're reviving it with the trickery and pace of Defoe and Lennon, the drive and tenacity of Davids and Tanio, the composure and skill of Carrick and the rock hard King and the upcoming stars in Huddlestone, Ziegler, Routledge, and Dawson. This is a legendary team in the making that plays close to our tradition.

So fuck y'all, sheep. Scumbags.