take me home....

the Federer express continues, trashing thru Ferrero. Andy Roddick is no spring chicken either, breaking the competitions fastest serve record, 147mph, it was sad i had to see Clijsters go out of the tournament. she was definitely no match for Davenport. Sharapova is still in it though. lets see how things roll out for the finals. but i've found myelf a new womens champion, definitily Kim Clijsters, love her never die spirit, and her trade mark split to chase every ball down.

enough about Wimbledon...

yesterday was Subha's bday, we celebrated it at midnight on sunday. it was fun. then we all danced a little, drank a lot, sat down and talked. it was nice. i still haven't uploaded the pictures though. so much pictures to upload. even the Mela pictures are still withMohan. once i get them all, i'll promise to upload them...

my mom said its okay if i wanna grow my hair, so its back to long hair look. oh yeah, btw congratatulations Eleanor on getting in to that M-IFA (did i get it right?) thingy. hope you do well. as for me, i'm counting my days to my flight back home. have you ever lost a sense of all thats homely. you know where everything is so fake and dry. nothing is built upon trust and love. i'm there right now. take me home, dreams every night....

The Federer Express.

i think i should have just been a sports journalist instead. of all the sports out there i practically watch a 3rd of them. the worst thing for a sport addict like me is when my passion gets the better of me. when Mic Doohan had left the sport, it took me almost 4 years before i could recognize myself with the sport again. when Jordan left the NBA, naturally the adrenaline watching the sport kinda spured away, until i could finally click with Jason Kid. i even almost became a beach soccer follower when Cantona left Manchester United. but thats the beauty of sports, it somehow pulls you back in, passion or no passion. sometimes the love for the game just brings you closer to the game rather than the player or the team. when Senna died in 94, i thought i was the end, how little did i know i just took to Schumacher like water, but ofcourse i had already loved his driving style since 1991, when i watch this huge battle between him and Hakkinen in the Formula 3. same goes to tennis....

after Pete Sampras retired, i just followed the tennis without a champion to cheer for. there were many champion around, Agassi, Hewitt, and ofcourse the much thought of as Sampras' successor Patrick Rafter. but they just weren't there with the power and passion, the ice cold game Pistol Pete had brought to the game. today i watched Roger Federer play against Nicholas Kiefer. as much as i thought that Wimbledon would be an Andy Roddick, i think i change my mind. over the years i have had a thing for Federer's game play and today he proved why. he is not a powerful player, he relies on his smart plays. something Roddick can learn from. Roddick is on court now, crusing, no no actually serving his way pass Igor Andreev. i'm expecting an all high ranked finals for the mens. afcourse i can't discount Lleyton Hewitt, who is still hanging in there. the rest of the top seeded players are all out of the tournament. Henman is out, Nadal is out, Safin is out too. Ferrero is still there though, but i don't think for long, his next match is against world no.1 Federer in the 4th round.

for the womens, i'm just a little not that buzzed as to who i wanna see in the finals. since my favorite player Jennifer Capriati is not in the tournament. she's out with a shoulder injury till august, thats when the US Open starts. naturally the next best thing to want would be to see the defending champion Maria Sharapova or the 1st seed player Lindsay Davenport, but none of them revs me up, when i watch them play. Capriati was the WTA badgirl, scolding the umpire, fighting with the ball girl. last year at the US Open she even demanded that the blimp flying over the court be moved away, as it was distracting her, she's funny. i think i'll go with Kim Clijsters for this years Wimbledon. she's a machine, iced cold, out there doing her business, always in the zone. but i dunno how much her wrist operation would affect her game. saw her play and blew away Roberta Vinci in a straight sets win. her next match would be against Davenport herself, lets see how she does with that match on Monday. Williams sisters don't look like the force they were a couple of years ago. one player who looks like she is playing the best ever tennis of her career is Amelie Mauresmo, she is just unbelieveable here this year. lets hope she gets into the finals as well. but i have to say the 18 year old Indian, Sania Mirza, she played good too, and she was so cute, asking the umpire, 'what was wrrrroooong....'

BBC is being a racist farts of a channel, only broadcasting the british players matches, frankly besides the UK no one gives a shit about Andy Murray or Tim Henman. we wanna watch more of Roddick, Federer and Hewitt and those good matches, like the one between Popp and Arthurs, that was one hell of a match, also the one between Garcia-Lopez and Djokovic. well can't expect much. even Formula One they keep focusing on Jenson Button, but thats itv1. i guess its the same everywhere, even TV3 was only focusing on the Saubers in 1999. which was so horrible to be watching it from the stands, as we wanted to see the battle between Hakkinen and the returning from a broken leg Schumacher. can't complain much, this is sports. love it as it is but hate the game not the player.

i miss watching sports, from the comfort of my sofa...

Baby Come Back

by Pato Banton

Come back, baby come back!
Come back, baby come back!

This is the first time until today
that you have run away
I'm asking you for the first time baby
love me enough to stay
Hey, hey, hey...

I must admit I was a clown to be messing around
but that doesn't mean that you have to leave town
Come Back! Yes and give me one more try
cause a love like this should a never ever die
Come Back! Yes with my color TV
and my CD collection of Bob Marley.
Come Back! Yes with my bag of Sensi
and we can live together for eternity

There ain't no use in you crying
'cause I'm more hurt than you
I should a not been out flirting
but now my love is true
Ooh, ooh, ooh...

Come back
(every time me think of my lies)
baby come back!
Come back
(every time me think of my lies)
baby come back!

But she gone and she not come back
me beg her please pon my knees and she still never stop
ready she ready ehe and a gone she gone
she and...

Come back baby don't you leave me
baby please don't go
Oh won't you give me a second chance
baby I love you so
Oh oh oh...

Come back woman
Come back Lisa!
Don't leave!
Me crying man
Come back baby!
Don't go!
Bring back me CD collection
Bring back me Sensi
Don't go and leave me like this

this one goes out to all my blogger kaki's in exile.

Feminine quandary...

i've always liked my hair short, except for that one time i grew it until way below my shoulders for fun sakes. but lately i'm kinda thinking, lets go with the long hair look. then there's graduation to think about, my moms not gonna be pleased if i show her my photos with that hair style. so, shall i cut my hair or not?

Indianapolis F1asco...

"A chicane would completely change the nature of the circuit. It would involve an extra session of very heavy braking on each lap, for which the cars had not been prepared. The circuit would also not have been inspected and homologated with all the simulations and calculations which modern procedures require. Suppose there had been a fatal accident - how could we have justified such a breach of our fundamental safety procedures to an American court?" - FIA president Max Mosley

but after all the 'hu ha' finger pointing at everybody, today Formula One had finally printed out the right kinda media attention the sport should have done almost a week ago.


the culprit...


asking the FIA to do changes, is like telling all the athletes at a Olympic 100metres sprint to run barefooted just cause seven of them forgot to bring their shoes or just cause they're barefooted, asking the Olympic Committee to put a bend on track. rules are there for a reason, and it sounds so unprofessional if you keep making them up along the way. you break em'..you pay em'!

Crapper Psychoanalysis

‘this is Dr. Frasier Crapper, I’m listening…’

Some people read on the crapper, some think, I would fit into with those who would talk to the toilet bowl (Btw Sachi has a huge toilet bowl, don’t you just hate those mini small cute ones?). So besides being 25 and has never achieved anything in my whole damn life, I asked the toilet bowl, why I can’t b more like my dad? Did you know when he was 25 he had bought himself this really cool Yamaha 125cc Superbike? or like my brother, by the age of 25 he was an executive and had bought himself a car. at 25, Michael Schumacher was the youngest ever Formula One World Champion. At the age of 25 what do I have to show for? besides doing the horizontal holka polka with my ever growing beer belly, and a record of 8 Tequilla shots before i start calling the bartender, 'bra tender', my life at this point seems errm..pointless.

you know last week i called my aunty in penang and she was on her way to an engagement, so i told her i'd call her back later but just then she told me i know the girl who is getting engaged, so naturaly the first thing that crossed my mind, 'oh shit, pls don't tell me its someone i slept with....' thank god it wasn't, but it was someone i held as a baby. she was a baby girl when i was like around 8. she must be only 19 the most. holy fucking peanuts, she's getting married? it doesn't freak me out that i'm getting old or anything, but it sure does scare me, she's so young and i bet you she wouldn't know the first thing about being in a marriage, MY PARENTS STILL DON'T KNOW?! oh well its her choice who are we to judge her, right. so hope she's happy.

oh dear toilet bowl, tell me this now, will i be the old man of the block, where everybody refers to as the 'Formula One Atuk'? i can picture it now, 79, toothless, with a bottle of whiskey, deck chair, a dog named Brutus. rambling to kids passing by about how i was there when the champions first rode into town.

'i remember a time when racing was all about....'

at the rate i'm going, they're only gonna find my body a week later. (vivid imagination i have but check this out), ever wonder what people would say after you kicked the bucket?

Coroner: by the looks of it, the deceased died approximately a week ago, that would be Sunday, around 10pm
Detective: check this out, it says here, the deceased was a Formula One fan
Coroner: yeah so?
Detective: last week was the German Grand Prix
Coroner: you think he died watching it?
Detective: could be…
Coroner: what a way to go, sad lonely old man, does it say who is he’s favourite driver or team?
Detective: what difference does it make; he ain’t gonna watch no more.
Coroner: at the rate Formula One’s going everybody watching, would rather be dead.
Detective: how would you know, you don’t watch Formula One?
Coroner: yeah I don’t but dead people is my business….

okay that just freaked me out, i hope they put a nice warm cloth on the table, those steel tables are bloody cold. but anyways, the toilet bowl told me this, that day is far away, so why bother worrying about it. achivements are for assholes, you on the other hand are a superstar, you don't need records. and besides so what if you die alone, point is one day you ARE gonna die, nothing you can do about that now can you? now grab ourself a handfull of toilet paper and get the fuck off me, Jesus Christ you are heavy. and what the fuck have you been eating, oh man lite a match, and don't forget to flush when you leave. time is up, sessions over.

too much gin in my bladder and too much smoke in my brains, but i'd still like to 'move it move it...'

chill out....

thats all we've been doing for the past 7 months and now in extremes for the past 2 months. chill out chill out. two bottles of red wine and they become bronco busters,

heee haaaa, ride em' cowboy....



tonight is gonna be another chill out night, and it's gonna be a bachelors night at Sachi's house. so lets unleash the devil, bring the house down and party hard. no one parties like us Malaysians. these british people just drink and die. i think tonight i'll do the cooking, see if i can whip up some of Auntie Raji's magic into the kitchen of Runswick Place...

'i like it, move it move it. i like it, what? move it move it......'

Oh-bla-di, Oh-bla-da life goes on....

Bra la-la, How the life goes on

well dispite the fact i feel like crap, putting in all that effort on my research paper and being called a cheat at the end of the day. i have to realie one thing, i actually finished my degree. something that has eluded me for far too long. you know something Ric, that masters idea doesn't sound too bad after all (okay, i think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves now).

for now i shall think only about one thing, coming home....

btw, did anyone watch last nights Formula One? oh man, i've seen shit go down before but last night was some F1asco shit there. to watch 14 cars pull into the pit lanes, in retirement just after the warm up lap, that was really some heavy shit. i wont say it was actually fun to see Michael win his first GP of the season like that, but i'll give it out to Ferrari, despite all they raced and they raced each other for real. as for Michelin, they should take some responsibility for their mess, 'Assumption is mother of all fuck-ups'. and the FIA, oh man don't get me started on the FIA. somebody just fire Eccelstone and Mosley. those two are the worst two idiots in the history of Formula One, Alex Yoong could do a better job being president of the federation.

oh well lets just hope we don't have to see things like that anymore.



oh yeah since my, errmmm...how do i say this..my mission here in the United Mothers Of All Thats Fucked Kingdom is over, i shall announce the death of my blog soon. its over guys, i'm done. Houston, i'm coming home

FCUK

i've been fucked, again! this time as hard as they can and right where it hurts the most. i've been given lower second class for my degree. reason being my project was not of satisfactory with the external verifiers. THAT IS THE BIGGEST BULLSHIT I'VE EVER HEARD IN MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE...

everytime i went and saw my supervisor and my project advisor, all they kept saying was how good my project was and how i was on the right track! and now?!! what in the blazes went wrong huh? those bastards are real idiots! aren't they suppose to advise and guide me to satisfy the external verifiers? where the hell did they fucking fail to see that?! can you imagnie my course coordinator saying my project wasn't my work?! when everything from scratch, i mean even the damn design was my own. those bastards, those fucking bastards. i've been fucked and this fucking sucks.

I HATE THIS FUCKING COUNTRY, I HATE IT, I HATE IT, GOD DAMN I HATE IT!!!!

i feel like i wanna screw graduation and just fucking go home. hey Ric, sorry buddy, i disappointed you and myself. this sucks dude, this sucks big time....

Bradford Festival 2005 - Mela

oooooooooooooooo la laaaaaaaaaaaaaa...











i wanna move into Pakistan, pls pls pls. make me a Pakistani, i'll convert, i'll slice a piece of my meat if i have to. the glory of all the Ladkhis that i've only imagined came together and bite me ASS OFF. the music, the beats, the Ladkhis, the food, the Ladkhis and did i mention the Ladkhis. kitne khoobsorat heh, hai raba hai raba....

life's a beach and then you become bondi....

the best ever club i've been to, Bondi Beach Club. you pay an entrance fee of 10pounds and then you get limitless servings of drinks. just take your empty bottle to the bartender and she (one hell of a she, she was) will give you another.

check the pictures out, excuse the bad photography its from my camera phone.

see the amount of bottles in the cooler box there, its all yours for the taking.


you see all those people, they are on a turning dance floor...


make your pick, wanna get lucky tonight, booyaaa biatch...


my favorate person in the whole beach club...


okay, now that i've found myself a nice place to visit every monday, lets see if i can find myself a nice place for the rest of the week. oh yeah, one more thing, errrmmm.....i can't remember what i wanted to say.

later....

Leeds Art Gallery

don't ask me what the fuck i was doing there. after being so bloody frustrated that the results were taking so long, i just wandered into the place. it was actually free to go in and we're allowed to photograph the art. i dunno why art galleries always freak me out. its just a little too spooky for my liking, which is why i think if you ever wanna make a horror movie, do it in an art gallery...

Mother - she freaked me out the most and yet there was something about her thats so calm, can't explain it. maybe i'm just losing my mind...










this dude here just literally scared the piss out of my nuts...


she's just so sad..




this was the biggest painting in the entire gallery


this here is suppose to be the London docks in the 17th century


the all out attack on Mermaids. what is the enthralment for Mermaids, i never saw it...


King Lear and his daughter, when he was imprisoned


now these here is Leeds in 1859, Boar Lane...


i could fool people with this painting, looks as though i went there, doesn't it?


this year young lady is supposed to be supposed to be some General's daughter


i need to find more things to do here till i actually board that flight in August. the more i look around here, the more i meet British scums, the more enraged i get that this country is actually with the richest currency. i can understand the Americans they actually have a history of an industrial revolution and that goes for the rest of Europe, except two England and Spain, the two country who were pirates. they stole everything they have, from Asia, Africa and Egypt. actually we can say America is doing the same thins to the middle east now, huh? WTF am i talking about, politics? damn i am really losing it...

has anybody tried flavoured weed, its like a lollypop that can get you high...

oh yeah btw, my broadband connection has been disabled since the contract has ran out. my new contract starts only on tuesday, till then don't miss eh guys.

later...

frustrations....delayed again!!!!

my university must be the worst uni in the whole of the UK. yesterday, the results for my course was suppose to be out but due to some delay from the external verifiers, they claimed they couldn't release it yet and those bastards had the cheek to tell us come today. i just came over to check, and guess what? its not out yet. they're now claiming it'll take more than a week to release the results. can you imagine, all the other course results are out, just for us, the Manufacturing Engineering faculty.

you know we're the worst faculty of all. we're the smallest bunch, where all of us are Malaysians but two. then get this all our project supervisors are fucking Electrical Engineering lecturers. you know my supervisor actually admitted to me he doesn't understand about what i was doing for my final year project. dumb ass of an idiot. then i have to talk about my course coordinator, you can catch Osama but you'll never be able to find him in the university. we plan to install a GPRS system up his ass! and the bastard talks about stupid things, even my supervisor. everytime i went to see him in this past one year, he always changed the subject and asked me some stupid question, like about my clothes and sunglasses, and if i smoked? WTF is it his problem....

i can't take it any longer to be here in this God forsaken hell hole. i'm suprised how this country is still surviving, why aren't they extinct from their stupidity. they're like the Dodo birds of the dinosour age. stupid British mother fuckers. when i come home i'll always give my advise to anyone who wants to go abroad and study, DON'T GO! i'm not saying there's nothing to see in this country, there's actually a lot we can learn from the European civilization and see in this continent but the people a fucked up nitwitts...

judgement day.....

results are out today....

(gulp)

wish me luck guys, leaving now to check em

~The Theater Of Dreams~

well i'll 'god dammit mother fucking monkeys uncle' tell ya all one thing right now; THIS WILL BE THE BEST DAMN POST I'VE EVER FUCKING WRITEN...

all you reading it are hereby baptised and lifted from the sin of illusions otherwise known as a non Red Devil. i don't care if you're a Hindu, Muslim, Buddhist, Catholic and if you're all gonna file a lawsuit against me, i have fucking nothing to lose and all to gain as the Gods of Football will grant me a place among them today. i have seeeeeeeeeen the light and i've toooooooouched the holy grounds and you all can from this day onwards, call me Mr. Red Devil, comprende!

i was feeling low, i had hit rock bottom, i had scraped my every inch of sanity, but then my friend Raj, he came along one day and he asked me a question that made me believe again, made me see the truth of it all once again, he said, "M-satu, lets go to Manchester tomorrow..." and the rest as we say it is HISTORY.

~THE HOLY GROUND~ everybody take a knee...

ladies and gentlemen; The Manchester United, Old Trafford.


Sir Matt Busby, if you don't know him, you can just fucking die and become a snowman


i give you, the East Stand


and the North Stand


the entrance to the (and i'm not making this up) the biggest trophy room in Britain


if you have powerfull eyes, go read and learn about the man who built this house.


the stand to commemorate the Munich Tragedy


where the grass is always greener and guys, be honest, isn't it a view to take in; if not, you can die and become a snowman again...


the old capacity of Old Trafford is 67,000


see those blue covers, extensions to the stadium going on...


yup those blue covers....


the gang, take a wild guess which two aren't Man Utd fans?


oh yeah, they mean it....


home team, baby....


Old Trafford, the first stadium to facilitate the disabled, these are their seats...


these too...




season tickets...


where did i leave of, oh yeah...the new capacity will now be 75,000! eat that Arsenal


~THE CHANGING ROOM~ where champions lay

Ruud Van Nistelrooy - highest goal scoring player in the Champions League


the rest, been there, done that, bought the T-shirt...


their spa...


and this, the warm up room, built after requested by The King, Eric Cantona. it hasn't been used since he left...


the press room...


~THE RED CAFE~ watching the game, having a Bud...

Sit with Legends


the view of the city from the cafe


we then walked thru the tunnel, towards the light.


died and became snowmen ourselves


if you think the tour is over, you are all snowmen already. there's more, there 's a whole fucking lot more, so all you believers, sit tight and hang on to your hats, cause for the grand show, Mr. Red Devil will serve up pictures from the biggest trophy room in Britain. all you Liver'Fool' fans, all you 'ASS'enal fans, all you grown from last nights rain, Chelsea fans, shut the FUCK up. you all know there is nothing in you closets to match this. hey Nirpal, just cause you guys won it this year, doesn't mean you have more than us! Mohan and Basil Bang, sorry to bring you into the picture as well, but just because you guys have built a new stadium, it just means you guys have a lot of EMPTY space! behold, you are about to be cleansed and witness your very own reincarnations in The Trophy Museum

~THE SILVER WEAR~ our bling bling baby...

what was that again Nirpal, we don't have what? you guys have a long saying "We'll never walk alone again bla bla bla...". we say it short and sweeeeeet "TREBLE"


oh look, more bling bling...


yes yes, more bling bling...


yes, those are trophies too...


oopps, more bling bling...


oh Liver'Fool's don't get depressed yet, look look, more bling blinggggggg...


we document our wins too, and there was too many so i'm only showing you ONE!


the road to The Treble...


oh yeah, i'm not lying, the Anfield Museum was filled with these, and i have photographs to prove it.


the history of our strips.


can you tell which is my favorate, i'll show you later...


the International Honours Board and no, the Arsenal fan standing before it is not part of it!


a wooden shield piece carved out by a fan while he was serving time


booooom baby, booom. if i die today, there will be only two regrets, one i still haven't met Michael Schumacher, two....thats a different story. the simple fact that i am satan in real life camouflage has nothing to do with me being a fan of Manchester United, or the fact that they have these many trophies, that huge ground, the money, the glamour. ask any football fan, one driving factor will always be that one special moment and that ONE FUCKING player. my moment, 1999 F.A. Cup semifinal replay against Arsenal, Ryan Giggs scores the winning goal, passing 5 defenders and scoring against David Seamen all by himself. as for the player, i'll end this presentation with the legend, the man, the greatness of it all, shirt out, collar up...

~The King~ the French Revolution...

for this section of the post, i'm not gonna say anything more. my words are merely nothing compared to the greatness of Eric Cantona, Lord Of Old Trafford.





by the way, my favorate strip...






~AU REVOIR~

thats all folk, you have seen the light. you've become one with the fury of hell. you cannot deny it and certainly cannot resist it (much less try and dispute us)...

GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD, GLORY GLORY MAN UTD.....

p.s; oh yeah, go ahead leave you pety comments all you non Red Devils. sticks and stones can break my bones but words...