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Sep 8, 2005
Bye to all my homies and niggas that have cherished their times with me..
I dun have enuff time to do a decent writeup but this is what i can do.. need to sleep for enlistment day tomorrow early in the morning.
Farewell esp to my mom and dad, uncle aripin and mdm rose.. my small and baby brothers too..
and to all the ppl who have known me.. you know who u are..
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Next bowling session, i'll try to be more creative hehehe!!
Your Best Friend,
SuFiaN
Posted at 02:16 am by suf84
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Sep 6, 2005
Last weekend, i just couldnt help it but have these images of food in my thoughts esp in this hot weather. I decided to bring my family out for dinner somewhere good.. There were many locations considered like Pizza Hut, Banquet, Seoul Garden, Al-Ameen..
Finally a suggestion from my uncle suggested that i should give Al-Azhar a try. Ok i agreed so long as they provide real hot and spicy food. Must have chilli padis....
As i got out from the cab with my bros at Bukit Timah.. we strutted along Al-Ameen straight to Al-Azhar and met my parents + uncle, aunt, niece and grandmother along the way. Oh man, from the sight of Al-Azhar's exterior, smthing tells me that its not nice.. But lil did i know that i was sooooo wrong.
The SuFiaN-Eat-All-You-Want Phase is about to begin as the 9-member hungry family members sat down. It took me a while to decide what i want to get.. i decided on red meat fried rice & claypot noodles for myself. The rest stated their orders esp my aunt who ultimately began ordering dishes with names i have never heard before.. Dunno what fish extra large.. cant recall the names..
Father got the first meal.. The Mee Kuah as he tasted it.. Good, he said, passing the bowl to other members for tryouts.. He also added on that Al-Azhar restaurant provides the best Mee Kuah.. they beat Al-Ameen too. I strongly concur with my dad as i took a spoonful of the Mee Kuah. It.. is.. spicy..
Soon, all of the remaining dishes arrived it over-crowded the table.. Almost everyone ordered 2 dishes of their choice and dinner was eaten with laughter and chit-chatting.
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By the time i swallowed my last spoon of rice, i was full.. really full. I get the feeling that i wasnt able to run 2.4km if i were in this state.
Father and uncle started to tell stories of their childhood - the days of their past.. how they share 4 fishes for dinner among 8 siblings + grandma and late grandpa for dinners at home.. There were times that grandma had to hide food esp fishes from my father. During that time, they live in a poor state and had no pocket money to spend on.. Even though i am not as wealthy as others, i am grateful that i am living in a moderate family and get enough food daily..
Uncle explained that he had to save money for his small sisters to take bus to and fro to school.. He even had to go to the extend to opening man-holes and drains to search for 5cents for bus transport. (At that time, 5cents was the standard bus fare.. wah now... $1 plus..)
I have tremendous respect for my father and uncle who grew up supporting the family and raising funds for the younger siblings to study. That is something that not many new generation ppl would not do.. Everyone seem to care abt being "free" and "relax" these days.
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Ok the bill came.. total up to $96.10 .. woo ok.. The SuFiaN-Eat-All-You-Want dinner was over and i am happy that i have paid the bill and everyone had a happy belly on the way home.. Nothing makes me happy than to make others happy esp my parents. I'm pretty sure i'll belanja dinner again pretty soon after my NS BMT.. if time permits..
Also made new spectacles at a good price of $125 around woodgrove..
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Uncle Cheeff - "Around 30years ago , your grandmother had to hide a fish so that it can be saved for dinner.."
Uncle Cheeff - "So she thought of a good hiding place to hide from her children..."
Sufian - "And..?"
Uncle Cheeff - "She took the fish, open the clothes wardrobe and hid the fish between stacks of clothes.."
Sufian - ".... euw.. hahaha.."
Uncle Cheeff - "Your father came back home from work/school, Sufian... tired, he go n sniff n sniff around the house and opened the wardrobe and found the FISH!!!"
Grandma - "...sigh..."
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Posted at 10:49 pm by suf84
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Sep 4, 2005
Final Chapter of The Wallet Incident
Firstly, i just wanna express the feeling of adrenaline that i experienced knowing that someone had found my wallet and is willing to return it... Again, i couldnt think well and and i was mainly at at a lost for words..
Here i come as i reached Tiong Bahru mrt station and called the number my momma smsed me.. droot droot... droot droot... The recipient picked up and i greeted hello and introduced myself that i was the "wallet boy". . The recipient replied in an ah beng accent and said that i should wait for 1 hour till he finishes his dinner with his gf/wife.. Ok i thought.. Went to comic connection and the arcade to wait for them... The guy also introduced himself as Jimmy and he said to meet him in front of McDonalds and look out for his wife in green shirt in 1 hour..
As i was in the arcade, i was watching a guy playing Guilty Gear XX using Sol Badguy.. Well, for your info, esp to my small Guilty Gear pro brother, "Aca", he managed to win till preliminary stage by using the "retreat and flying kick" attack again and again and again.... cant believe it man.. such a noob skill..
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Finally it was time to meet my saviours... As i approached McDonalds, i saw an elderly couple, the wife wearing green shirt and the husband, a be-spectacled withered man staring at me.. As i approached, he meticulously observed me up and down, touching his chin and muttered, "Are you Su-Fy-En? Do you have any kind of identification to show me?"
Without hesitation, i showed him my polytechnic student card and he did some comparison of my IC in his hands and my std id.. The motherly auntie beside him started telling me how she found the wallet and loads of stuff.. She also mentioned taht she found it at Bras Basah toilet entrance.. (I then realised that i must have dropped from my cargo side pocket it while jumping rushing to wash my hands).. Additionally, she zipped open my wallet to reveal to me that all my money was still intact and cards still safe.. Thank God!
At this moment, i cant really tell how but my heart really felt very sad.. I kept thinking why they are doing this good deed and why are they giving me good valuable advices.. why for me when i have done nothing for them.. i insisted giving them $150, but the auntie rejected and scolded me for doing such a "stupid" thing (well, at least for her).. i tried again giving her appreciation money but this time the uncle scolded me.. I told them i wont leave and bla bla...
"OK OK OK.. u treat us drinks lah.. OK?" said Mr Jimmy Ho in irritation. "Hai ya.. we dun wan any money from you, boy.. its ok really! "
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Had a good chat while drinking tea with the kind souls and got to know more of each other.. Mrs Ho started off by admitting that she is more excited than me.. and i asked her why? Why are u so excited? She claims that her family oso "kena" before.. Isit?? Mrs Ho narrated that her son lost his wallet on overseas studies in Australia.. he lost his wallet with loads of cash and impt cards on the train in Australia. Then one day, a cowboy called Mrs Ho's son and the cowboy return his wallet back with money and cards all intact!
This had affected the Ho family and they were grateful to this cowboy who did such a kind act to their son. From that day onwards, Mr and Mrs Ho convinced themselves that they would do the same thing if they had found a wallet and return it to its rightful owner.
Wow.. my hands are shaking as i heard that story. "Eh your mom can speak good English ah!" said Mrs Ho.. Yeah, of coz, she worked at my polytechnic last time as we shared a good laugh. Its because of my mom that i picked NgeeAnn poly instead of other institutes. The rest of our conversation were spent in ice breaking and warm chat. I still recall the dim light and funny arguement Mr and Mrs Ho had.. roughly abt NS pay.. Mrs Ho added on saying that she saw many ppl walk past my wallet and didnt notice it. (Probably they didnt care cos my wallet is actually a pencil case hehe..) Mrs Ho finally picked up the courage to pick up my wallet and upon realising that it is a wallet, she tried every means to contact every number in the wallet..
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Finally it was time for us to split so we could go back home.. it was getting late. Shaked hands with Mr Ho and gave Mrs Ho a light punch on her arm as she laughed. I really cannot express anymore words here.. my wallet and back and this feeling that surrounds me is really ... there's no way to describe it.. one word was .. it was emotional for me that day..
I just know that i will meet them again.. Oh, and Mrs Ho goes to Bras Basah complex every saturday to a bookshop for her weekly reading... i do hope i get to meet the kind souls again in the future. There's just so many ppl i wan to thank who helped and prayed for me.. Thank God!
And , Terima Kasih to Mr and Mrs Jimmy Ho of Bukit Merah.. This has been a blessing that is permanently etched to my heart that i'll never forget.
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Drew BJ - "What??? U got back your wallet???
Sufian - "Yeah.. thanks to great nice super kind souls.."
Drew BJ - "Got money and IC inside?"
Sufian - "Yeah.. all my cards, IC and $300+ intact."
Drew BJ - "... You are one lukcy f''ker.. you know that..? if some stupid punk found it, they'd probably be laughing like hell.."
Posted at 01:37 am by suf84
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Aug 31, 2005
Wallet Incident Continued..
2:255 of the Holy Quran
There is no god but He,-the Living, the Self-subsisting, Eternal. No slumber can seize Him nor sleep. His are all things in the heavens and on earth. Who is there can intercede in His presence except as He permitteth? He knoweth what (appeareth to His creatures as) before or after or behind them. Nor shall they compass aught of His knowledge except as He willeth. His Throne doth extend over the heavens and the earth, and He feeleth no fatigue in guarding and preserving them for He is the Most High, the Supreme (in glory).
I recalled hte first line of the verse.. as i was lying down trying to sleep the day i lost my wallet.. IC and $300.. It was pretty hard to sleep that night.. also didnt practice the guitar solo parts for tomorrow's jam.. my mood was soooo totally down and depressed..
Before that, i wailed and chatted with momma.. got some real expensive and valuable advice.. Didnt have the mood to have dinner too.. This anxiety is really bothering me..
Great.. i gotta pay around $100+ to get a new IC.. ...
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The next morning...
Cockle doodle doo... met Kawan at the window.. that fat short pigeon is as bold as ever.. but Kawan didnt feel like eating.. so he went in, looked around, and flew back outside the window and into the wild with his frens.
Anyways, i arrived at beat merchniggas stupid place jamming studio (late due to some careless stuff) and you know what? the door was locked and i couldnt get in .. What kind of jamming owners would lock their studio from customers? Brilliant.
Waited for 30 mins till the owner came, looking blur and i just maintained my frustration and smiled at him.. felt like scraping that Beat Merchnigga studio logo.. Now Kris the bandleader will think that i'm late for an hour.. Anyway it was great to see the bandmembers back again.. Serene with her happy waving hands and pleasant vocals, happy frenly "northmate" "C" with her drumsticks, Seng Chye... hehe Sakuragi.. aka mr. frenly english powerhouse dude, new extrovert keyboards smiling ger Angel and Kris the bandleader and his usual hair.
Had a great time jamming with them and discovered some new techniques while jamming..
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After the jam, my hp rang.. it was momma on the line..
Momma - "Yan, u make a phonecall to this number i'm abt to sms you.. Someone found your wallet and wants to meet you at Tiong Bahru tonight around 8pm."
Sufian - "WHAT?!??!!??!" (Adrenaline fully gushed all over my blood cells while i sat down)
Oh thank God there are kind souls here living in sg.. I was at a lost for words.. Lots of times i sniffle and cant really say what i wanna say..
Tiong Bahru.. here i come..
Posted at 03:11 am by suf84
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Aug 30, 2005
Careless Saturday Part 2..
yes it was.. 27 August 2005..
my fingers were feeling a bit weary and nervous after touching the piss-filled bottle and helping the handicapped guy.. Immediately, I told the niggas that i MUST go to the toilet to wash my hands.. Rozmail tagged along as Saiful slacked away dunno go where.. that piece of basket ball court.....
Rushed to the "pay-10cents" toilet, skipped the toll, jumped above the barrier with a nice landing and quickly washed my hands with soap.. ahh.. i could still picture the handicapped guy's crying expression when i helped him.. Thank God i am born healthy and well.. though my allergy to medicine is there.. but still i'm healthy.
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I admit, during our search for a good place to eat, i was rather picky on the best place with the best dish.. I didnt mind walking all the way to clarke quay at all since i was carrying a light bag whereas the niggas were carrying their jam equipment.. Ceh.. Ibanez Paul Gilbert konon... wait till u see my good old nokia 6600.. beat your hp man...
As we walked along the route towards Clarke Quay area to Lau Pa Sat, we decided that we'd go to Banquet. Rozmail's freakin "In Your Pants" idea stumbled along..
It's whereby you add "in your pants" at the back of any song title .. so for example - Metallica - Enter Sandman In Your pants... I'll Show You Cloud 9 In your pants...
Lotsa ideas came out .. Underneath Your Clothes In Your Pants.. Welcome to the Jungle In Your Pants.. Black Night In Your Pants... Whatever man..
And it was really lame when Rozmail and Saiful started singing a song with "In your pants" at the end of every lyrics at the traffic lights with the cars zooooming by..
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Ok time to eat i thought as we reached Lau Pa Sat.. I reached down my camou cargo pants side pocket for my wallet.. not there.. I PANICKED.. and started freaking out .. looking for it in my bag and all.. Thoughts were running in my mind.. Cold sweat felt like ice lashes.. Everyone seeemed to be my enemy.. Oh God, please wake me up in this dream.. My wallet of $300++ with IC and stuff is not in my pocket!!!
"MY WALLET!! WHERE'S MY WALLET?!?! F*****NG SHIT! WHERE ISIT? CB.. " I yelled..
i still remember yelling and screaming every word i can think of to Rozmail and Saiful.. They were quite offended i guess.. Without a second thought, i ran off and sprinted all thw way back to Bugis, Bras Basah Complex.. backtracking..
Thoughts were running wild in my head.. I was just repeating God help me.. Momma where are you.. again and again.. As i reached Bras Basah, recupearating from short of breath after a long "jog", i almost fell to the ground due to my fatigue. I was damn thirsty , man....
Went to Cheers to get a big milk carton.. oh shucks... no wallet.. no money.. Thats when i was so despo .. i tried asking ppl for help for some money, but i was ignored.. Out of desperation.. i stole the milk and drank the whole 1 litre in 2 gulps.. Ran off in search for my wallet, looking on the ground everywhere.. nothing!!
After sniffing everywhere, i gave up.. and collapsed on a nearby bench.. Looking up and contemplating the moon.. its shine was eminent.. so everlasting.. and so quiet.. The cold wind was whispering to my skin and ears but icouldnt figure it out.. I felt like crying but whats the point.. For an hour i stayed there and yeah i needed to be alone.. knowing that i just lost $300+ and an IC just like that.. Sigh.. Its alright.. God works in mysterious ways.
What was to happen the next day.. is a new day for me.. its time to move on with life.
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Phone call to my best fren Azim, the NS police man..
Azim - "YO!!!!"
Sufian - "Azim.. Waht cha doin ? Free to chat?"
Azim - "Ah huh! Watching TV.. Wassop?"
Sufian - "Eh i just lost my wallet ah.. how? Police can help anot?"
Azim freaking burst into laughter with our trademark laugh... man.. doesnt he know how i'm feeling?
Azim - "Koo da gak da one day hilang pu ny.. hahahaha" (i knew one day u'd lose it)
Sufian - "......... "
Azim - " (sudden pause) Eh serious?"
Sufian - "Abe then??!?! $300 hilang chacam gee too na.. sucks man.." ($300 lost just like that)
Azim - "Eh sialah.. eh seriously bro, police oso no use.. we are all slack ppl.."
Sufian - "........sigh....."
Posted at 02:28 am by suf84
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Aug 29, 2005
Careless Saturday Incident
My father stormed in the "all-boys" room giving his usual tornado presence and his usual blank glance at me.
"Sufian, do you know the impt prayers, phrases and lines from the Quran?" he said. He continued on with more useful but strict advice and made me memorise some useful stuff. I said i'll get back to it asap as he disappeared behind the door. Interested enough, i asked my mom abt it and oh man its one long passage.. the least i could do.. haha .. momma guided me as i read some of it.. hehehe "2:255"
Its a Saturday afternoon and my small bro had informed me in advance that there's a guitar sale at swee lee music centre with 40% off only for today. Ok i thought.. i cant get one right now.. wrong timing.. my NS is nearing and it'll be a waste anyway. But hey.. why dun i just window shop there as well..
Mr. Muddy my small bro brought back his Epiphone Les Paul at a good bargain.. Finally he is able to settle down to a nice tone guitar.. Ok off i go to bugis..
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Met with some old time jammers from poly at Bras Basah Complex on the way to swee lee.. These niggers were the same ones that intro'ed me to jamming and stuff - Saiful and Rozmail. Chatted loudly and joked around all the way .. even as we made our way in sweelee.. Saiful and his resourcefulness of LOUD attitute and etc .. After a while, we decided to have dinner soon after window shopping.
Sufian - "I dun mind walking all the way from bugis to raffles place.. since i'm carrying a small lightweight bag.. i dunno abt u guys.. abt "fitness" haha"
Saiful - "Huh.. Aku boleh.... (I can..) Look at me, i'm all muscle and fit all the way.. look at this!" pointing to his biceps.
Mail - "EH abeh nie beg niie? (EH then this bag here? refering to Saiful's bag he is carrying.. lol) WHO is carrying this bag and why u ask me to carry it for you in the first place?" as he snapped.. lol
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As we made our way down the escalator, attempting to jam the escalator on the way down.. i noticed this bald Chinese handicapped guy in dark blue shirt sitting on a chair pleading for help to almost everybody but he's being constantly ignore just bcos he's handicapped.
He was a lil bit mentally disfigured with handicapped legs.. As Saiful and i approached, he muttered some help and i couldnt figure out what he said. He passed Saiful his two bags as he muttered, " Help.. i .. want to go.. toilet.."
Ok great i'm gonna carry this guy to the toilet i guess as i helped him allocating his walking sticks to himself. Then he DID it..
The unfortunate bald guy flashed his ugh dick, took an empty water bottle and pee'ed.. OMG.. so much for going to "toilet".. he filled 3/4 of the bottle and passed me the bottle.. "Here.. take and throw..".. my goodness, i was sure i hesistated for 3 and half seconds before taking it with my 2 fingers in disgust and idled my way to place the bottle on top of a rubbish bin. After that, i assisted him in allocating his arms correctly on the walking sticks.. Man, he touched my hands during the process. With that.. he sighed a thank you and said bye as he straddled..
He was crying as i was helping him..
Father once told me.. " Help others and expect no return from them.." Ok.. its installed in my problem solver since then..
Then after that..... IT HAPPENED.... what happened next shattered me as a whole that day.. stay tuned...
SuFiaN
Posted at 02:51 am by suf84
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Aug 28, 2005
This site is heavily under construction..
Meanwhile... let me tell all of you about my pet at home.. Its not a cat.. Nope, i no longer have hamsters anymore.. Its a pet not many ppl can appreciate..
Please take some time to guess.... Give up?
Its a PIGEON!!!! Yes!! The creatures you see everyday.. careless and free... like a pigeon.. Some of em are fat and some arent.. I have this tendency of naming the pigeons that come by my home's window at times..
Last time, my family's window is a pigeon restaurant.. But ever since the restaurant became too over-populated with illegal immigrants and unwanted guests, they have left their odourless droppings on the newly washed clothes on the clothesline! Therefore, my mom has thereafter banned feeding the pigeons or attract their attention.
Pigeons are a peaceful race of creatures. They can be seen 'relak'ing on the grassfields and there will be some big fat male pigeon 'burring' away with a super bloated neck. At times, i would wake up from my sleep listening the melodious combinations of burrs and chirps..
This is Kawan!!! My pigeon that comes back home to the window from the wild jungles of Afrika. He is very very wild and has the tendency of making himslef look short and fat.. He has bright green shades graced on his proud neck and unfortunately, he has a 'round' right feet... How did it become 'round'? His right feet got caught by some strands of hair and it gradually pierced his feet to succumb to 'round'... Kawan... (Friend in the Malay language)
Here is a pic of Kawan -
OK thats all for now... till then! This has been the SuFian like the freak on the leash..
Posted at 11:42 pm by suf84
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