one eight two

one hundred and eighty two pindrops, tralalalala

its eto and messi

a great team need not be glamorous. it doest even need to have too many stars with style. they just have to play their game with class at the right match. barca is such a team. to be able to beat man-u two nil in the final is a feat only a great team able to achieve. salute to mr puyol.

the red devils ...

They did it in Moscow

they're gonna do it again

in Rome - with style

my prediction would be

Ronaldo 2 Rooney 1 Messi 1

hail to sir alex !!!

My pick as their second best album...

One of the Beatles strangest and most beloved albums, Revolver was the natural outgrowth of The Beatles digesting a number of outside influences. In particular, the band’s fascination with Eastern mysticism and copious intakes of acid resulted in psychedelic experiments that made it clear that The Beatles were not merely the loveable mop tops they were previously perceived as being. In addition, producer and de-facto fifth Beatles George Martin proves himself invaluable, as the band used the studio to a then unprecedented degree, using tape loops, instruments played backward - basically doing whatever it took get the sounds that they sought. This is most famously done on “Tomorrow Never Knows,” which is not really a song proper but a brilliant collage of sounds. Revolver has its own distinct flavor, and it proved that, when properly conceived, albums could be greater than the sum of their parts. That said, Revolver contains some spectacular parts! George Harrison takes on an increased role by penning the catchy rocker “Taxman,” the strange sitar-led droner “Love You To,” and the propulsive piano pop of “I Want To Tell You,” while Ringo gets one of his most memorable showcases in “Yellow Submarine,” a slight but catchy children's song that more than anything is a George Martin tour de force. For his part, Lennon’s acid visions dominate the lazily magical “I’m Only Sleeping,” whose hypnotic effects came from a guitar played backwards. Speaking of guitars, they sound absolutely fantastic on “She Said She Said” and “And Your Bird Can Sing," two more terrific Lennon penned tracks, though his repetitive riff rocker “Doctor Robert” (about a real life drug doctor) pales amid such stellar company. Still, fine though John and George's contributions are on the whole, the best songs here bear the distinct Paul McCartney stamp. Remember, Paul and George were a bit younger than John so it took them awhile to catch up, but whereas John was clearly the band's early leader, by this point Paul was at least his equal. Anyway, Paul delivers the lonely, strings-laden “Eleanor Rigby,” an almost classical sounding classic, while the propulsive horn push of “Got To Get You Into My Life” showed off McCartney’s ever-increasing mastery of pop ornaments. Following a more straightforward path, Paul also penned the feel-good pop of “Good Day Sunshine” and the superb ballad “For No One,” while “Here There Everywhere” is simply one of the prettiest songs ever. The band had so much fun messing around in the studio on this one that they then stopped touring altogether, believing that this was where their future lie. One can hardly argue with the decision's results, as it gave The Beatles the time to really push the envelope on subsequent recordings, resulting in the kind of “anything goes” mentality that punk would later embrace. Revolver is unlike anything else in the rock spectrum and is arguably the band’s most rewarding recording, having in recent years supplanted Sgt. Peppers as the album of choice by winning several “best albums of all-time” critic polls. If you don't like Revolver, then you probably don't like rock music.

My pick as their best album...

Rubber Soul was easily The Beatles most mature and complete album statement. This is largely due to the fact that this was their first album that was thought of as being its own self-contained world rather than being merely a collection of various unrelated songs. Experimenting to a then unprecedented degree and occasionally using uncommon instruments, such as the exotic sitar on “Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown),” the influence of Bob Dylan has also helped The Beatles dig deeper lyrically than the innocent “boy likes girl” concerns that had characterized many of their earlier songs. As usual, almost everything they try works. McCartney's “Drive My Car” starts things off with a satisfying rocker but overall Rubber Soul shows a mellower, more reflective side to The Beatles. McCartney’s excellent “You Won’t See Me” is a prime example of the band’s chemistry and harmonies, a facet of the band’s arsenal that's reprised for Lennon’s lonely but lovely “Nowhere Man,” as this album is another superb showcase for the band's terrific harmonies. “Think For Yourself” is merely a good Harrison song notable for its innovative fuzz bass, but “If I Needed Someone” was a giant leap up in class that announced Harrison's emergence as a songwriter of major potential. Elsewhere, “The Word” is simple but effective flower power, "What Goes On" an obligatory Ringo (country) song that's extremely pleasant for a filler track, and “I’m Looking Through You” delivers confessional lyrics along with some stinging guitar from Harrison, whose guitar playing throughout the sessions rarely satisfied Paul, as the first cracks in the band's armor were beginning to show. Anyway, George also props up the insubstantial but enjoyable “Run For Your Life,” another primitive rocker that harks back to their earlier days, while "Wait" is quite singable if often overlooked. Best of all was McCartney’s lovely “Michelle,” an instant standard that's essential if only for Paul's wonderful bass playing, and Lennon’s contemplative “In My Life,” which he himself regarded as his first major work, while the sitar-enhanced “Girl” was a breathy ballad that also presented acoustic folk of the highest possible standard. Even taking into account the few lesser tracks, all of which are still eminently listenable, it’s not an understatement to suggest that with this thoughtfully planned artistic statement (along with Bob Dylan's Highway 61 Revisited ) rock n’ roll as a genre grew by leaps and bounds.

one seventy eight

using a 13kg houseball

rented shoes

faded levi's

one angry lady

dreamland

This is not a good day to make decisions. Today is a day suitable only for cruising with the flow. Funny how things are getting along, the decision maker is not around, and some of us are left without guidance. Even the sweet-mouth kid is out of bound, so who is gonna be my fall guy? One thing bad about the current setting is the fact that certain staffs have to be shared by a few bosses. Things will get haywire for instance when three programs are being run simultaneously, like what that is happening now. Myself is also to be blamed, for not synchronizing the programs effectively, it would have been better if instead of four weekends, they get compressed to just two weekends.
Me and the new ghost reached to an understanding early yesterday morning during our rare midnite teleconv. No more sneak peeks until August. She doesn’t know it, but I initiated the idea for our own good. Things may cool down the next few weeks, and come August (or maybe June) everything will be forgotten. Life must go on, not good for us to live in a dreamland…

the teachery thing

not many people knows about this blog, sifu ainul and malia ahda might be the only ones who sneak in to read once in a while. part of the reason is the fact that the postings are mostly personal and doesnt attract anyone's attention in particular but myself. another reason is because i didnt tell many people about it. but today i informed the third person about the existance of this blog, let me write a liner about her ...

i met her officially in 1984, one fine sunny morning at the entrance of a sharefarm. but unofficially we knew of each other's existance way back in the seventies. come to think of it, this july will be our 25th anniversary of knowing each other. how time flies ever so quickly. i think she is the longest lasting friend i have, and i dont have many. so welcome sah, have a nice read ...

after the wedding

it was a hectic weekend, with the wedding taking centre stage. everybody works hard for the three functions except me, being lazy and full of excuses i skip the hardship. maybe i'm not a good person after all.

four programs will be held this next four weekends. being a selfish person, i'm more worried about how i'm gonna escape myself from attending the ceremonies rather than how i'm gonna make them successfull and memorable for all. its hard given functions and doing things that you dont believe in.

back from the garden

it was a good experience after all. imagine not having a twin sharing room, it would be hell freezes over. maybe the previous posting commented too much and unfairly on the accommodation provided. its not that bad. the aicond works, the freezer works, the water heater works, room service done though not entirely, transportation provided and you can roam all around the island without worrying about the price of petrol, what else could you expect? come to think of it, we were provided with a free vacation with rm400 pocket money. if asked to join another contingent to the same venue, i would say yes siree i wanna go, gimme a single room and a car please ...

the whispers done undercover in the heat of the nights and early in the mornings was done with consent from both parties with both eyes closed, sweet deceit come calling, what more can you say ... some things are too sweet to be turned away from.

a note from the garden

The journey was a stupid one. All the fools look foolish and acted foolishly. Lucky for me they left me alone to text away with the night. Maintain my diet with care to avoid dehydration and lost of energy. Sugar is the name of the game. How much have I burn out? Four plus two plus fifteen plus two plus twelve. Thirty five out of fourty five is not that bad for the first day, ten bucks to save for the rainy days.
The accommodation provided is worse than we expected it to be. With no breakfast and no café, no pool to dip in, no cable tv to cherish, no wifi to surf, we were left stranded in the middle of nowhere. The two Chinese guest agent are a real son of a bitch, no wonder God created hell, its to burn those two Chinese to ashes.
I wonder how mr. F gets the idea to put us into this kind of hotel. He should have a better taste than this, this is the worst hotel I ever been for a long time. Well to be fair, the accommodation at unimap two years ago is worse, but this one comes close.
Visited the alley last night and to my surprise I did quiet well for the first practice, at least I fare better than a few stars in the team. The trick is to play hard and to avoid making mistakes under pressure. One thing for sure is I’m in no pressure whatsoever, win I cherish, lost I try to avoid but its no avail. My aim is to equal the 170 records and to eclipse the 190 unofficial record, that would be a victory I strive to achieve here in maybe my last tourney for the uni.My roommate is surprisingly nice, and we share the same attitude towards a few aspects of how the show is and should be run. My manager is surprisingly mellow compared to the bullman. The two girls are cheap, no doubt about it. Plan to drive to the beach this afternoon for lunch and weathering the time to avoid boredom. At the moment I think boredom would be the thing to avoid at all cost. Its about time to go survey the bags now ciao.