In which the author invites past friends from a bygone era.

Last Saturday I invited my old friends from Woodlands Secondary. We used to play soccer almost everyday after school. But after secondary school days we barely met and played soccer. Infact these days I get the feeling that I play more like a retiree.

Its funny how time changes things. Everyone moves on.

The dinner was great and it was nice to see my friends having a good time, chatting and mocking our old teachers. I even made a mini World Cup tournament on my Xbox360 just to see who the best FIFA player was.

In a surprising turn of events the final match between Argentina and Brazil was played between the oldest, my brother, and the youngest, Mathi’s brother.

After my brother won the tournament, my friends wished everyone at home a good night’s rest and left with similes on their faces. Although I know I can’t afford to give them fancy treats I did what I could. Seeing the happiness on my friends’ faces makes it all worth while.

My only disappointment was the fact that I had to cancel my lunch plans for my polytechnic friends. It seems the few people I called were not able to make it because of their various commitments.

I wanted to have a real gathering but seeing how small the number would turn out, I decide to invite them some other time. I only hope everyone would be free by then.

When I eventually invite them I plan to play play our old cheesy animations so that we can laugh at our own work and remember the times we had in the poly.

Now will you look at the time, I am running late for my midnight run.

In which the author got lazy to blog about his little trip to the city of tourist prices.

I have been busy. I have been busy woolgathering. Busy thinking about stories I want to tell. Now this is the excuse I give for not wanting to blog about my holiday. Besides my friend, Hong Kiat, has taken the time to blog about the trip we had. All I need to do now is to provide you folks with the links. So here are the Links.

Day 1 – Departure, Arrival, Old Railway, Jalan Petaling
Day 2 – Twin towers, KL Towers, Time Square and Jalan Alor
Day 3 – Batu Caves, National Museum, Planetarium, Central Market
Day 4 – KL Sentral, Journey Home

The Real Truth of Kuala Lumpur, Capital City of Malaysia
She has cut-throat tourist prices for all her man made attractions, her taxi drivers are a shameless bunch, her traffic laws seems non-existent to her general public, her deceivingly cheap travel lodges live off the unfamiliarity of her visiting aliens milking them of their money but most importantly she is just like any other modern city, big, very noisy and in her own metropolitan way, beautiful.

A Group Picture We Just Had to Take
You know how it is with people. Every new place we visit we often want a group picture as evidence to show to someone at some point in the future that we weren’t bluffing them and also to remember how our friends (we) actually looked like in their (our) yesteryears. This picture is kinda like that.

If you can’t recognize me, I am the guy on the extreme right of the photograph, the one with the bad pose and hairstyle showing off the fact that I do indeed brush my teeth three times daily.

So till my next post ya, its bye from Ganz.

In the blistering heat at the dawn of the modern era lies the little town of Marsiling – a secluded hamlet that derives its name from the unknown. The young men you see here were part of a team that played together on Christmas day two years ago.

The club chairman who is dressed in green is seen beside the imposing figure to your right, whom he calls his best friend in the whole wide world.

The most notable person missing from this picture was the club most intimating defender who not only happens to be the chairman’s elder brother but was the one who had been appointed with the laborious task of taking this colour picture.

No prizes for guessing. Yes, I am the one with the big smile shamelessly advertising my pearly whites. I had this big smile because I thought it was going to be my last week at Stagmont camp. I thought wrong. It was going to be my place of servitude for the next 20 months or so. February 2005.

Considered to be my favourite of holidays, Deepavali 2004. A rare moment in which I had practiced tremendous restrain in trying not to show my white teeth. Notice the haircuts. Some of the guys were enlisted prior to this festive occasion.