And A Happy New Year.

Its the end of the year. Everything needs closing closing closing. And that means hectic hectic hectic. Ok I shall stop with echo echo echo. Pek chek-ness sets in a swarm. Really they just don't come solo or in pairs. In swarm. And then you don't really realize it when it hit. Its the aftermath that triggers the pain nerves.

Ah yes coming back to end of the year. I am trying very hard to resist switching off my phone (company policy not to) during the festive seasons. Heck. I had missed two dates because of that. Then they have to downgrade my computer. Yes downgrade you see it right. Then again, the amateur geek inside me still makes my computer looks super high tech compare to others (lansiness sets in). But that will be for another post.

So 2009 gonna be over. Hooray. I guess. Its been exciting and challenging year. Looking forward to 2010. No new year resolution too for this year. Just hoping for a smooth sail ahead.

Happy New Year. In advance.

Please Spare Us The Misery

I said it once. I said it twice. I had now said it a gazillion times. Please sack Benitez now. He has lost the plot. Now he is complaining about referee being bribed. Omgforgodsake. Admit that Liverpool play like shit lar. Who the hell put two idiotic uncreative midfielders and keep playing the ball back to the defender. TMD where can score?!! And Aquilani....wtf.....20 million to put him on the bench. Then somemore lost to a bottom club.












Sack! Sack! Sack!

Please faster find new manager. Find new owner also. And also please reassemble the team. And also please give more money. Bullocks.! Might as well disband the whole club and recreate a new one. Spare us the misery.

Update: At least Manu also loosing 3-0. Lightens me mood a lil bit.

White Collar

This should be up two centuries ago, but I was so hooked up with the series that I did not realize I haven't introduce it. Not until it was half-way through and currently on hiatus.

Ok so the overview. Con-man escapes prison with three months sentence left. Love sick puppy go find girlfriend. Got caught again. Make a deal with FBI dude. Helps him solve white collar crime. Ta-da.

So the what-I-like-part. The chemistry between the two protagonist. Neil Caffrey (Bomer) with his charm, street-smarts and skill versus the genius by-the-book crime fighter SA Peter Burke. Its amusing because it keeps me guessing the trust level of both thief and cop in their relationship. Added with some very quirky and awkward moments from each character, it added personality to a traditionally serious and dark theme of cops and thieves. Oh and I totally love the FBI's wife (Thiessen). Sounded wrong but.

As mentioned, series is on hiatus and the twist on the last scene of the 7th episode had me grabbed the screen screaming Oi don't give me such a suspend faster screen next episode puh-lease.

Conversation of the Day

In Hokkien...

Me: The Nepalese behind us speaks real smooth ang moh.
J: Kanasai....then I need to bring him to factory with me van....for 30 minutes.
Me: Can handle it?
J: (pondered for a few moment) I think I shall just put on English music and tell him to sing along.

Its hard to capture the moment and its almost lost in translation. But the above conversation really make my day.

Forbidden Fruit

It seems like it, when taking everything into account. The amount of discreetness needed could have been compared to Top Secret of CIA files, prior to me spilling out, albeit abstractly, in this blog of course.

It ain't hard for two souls to come together and share the endearment. What makes it hard is the antecedents and the consequences and the given circumstances. It happened way too fast for my dim-witted sense of logic and reasoning to process it. Probably they were gagged by the swift rapid slash of id-like ecstasy of a feeling.
















I felt the joy and delirium of it for the first time of me life. But sadly, it had to come under almost dangerous waters of a circumstance. The circumstance that the metaphoric title had just describe.

Because Of The Ankle

Its always sad to see good footballers go in such a cruel way. It seems to be the case for Dean Ashton. The ankle injury must have hurt a lot that it takes the hope out of a footballer to recover from it. I am still pretty shocked when he announced his retirement today, aged just 26.

























Certainly the way Ashton feels of his forced retirement.

My thoughts are with him and hope he can manage well with life after football.

Rat Race

Exactly one month into the rat race. To think that my next pay slip is coming soon seems to give me the feeling of satisfaction. I won't say that I love the job, but I am very appreciative that in the wake of credit crunch, I can get still get a job with a reasonable pay. Don't get me wrong on the lovey-dovey part, but its a likable job. Equipped with a space for growth and improvement.

When the elders say that the working life is nothing in the books, they are almost correct. Books help, but being practical is a dimension that needs experimenting and exploring. So that will be critical lesson number one.

Critical lesson number two. Always give a pat for yourself at the end of the day if its a fruitful day. Work ain't a smooth ride, and stressors always lurks around. So rewarding oneself is important to leverage the stress that comes with it.

I may as well start a motivation seminar by the looks of it. XD. Anyway, to me comrades that had joined the rat race, all the best. And to those haven't, well, enjoy your life first lar.

I Want/Need This

...depends on whether the system requirements fulfills my need. But when I see mass pieces of news on Kotaku hardworkingly promoting Modern Warfare 2. I am really trying hard to resist the temptation.
























I shall test system requirements when I finished work. YesIbloggedthiswhileatworkheh.





















Who the hell can resist this?

RIP Enke

Its always devastating to hear such tragic news. Apparent suicide just makes it sounded worse. Although I am not a vivid fan of Bundesliga, I've watched several matches featuring Robert Enke, mostly his Hannover 96 days. I remember that when I played Championship Manager 4, he eventually became my Barca's first choice keeper and I kept him for 5 seasons.

RIP Enke.

Mantra

My mantra in the office: : "Google it lar."

I mean seriously, it saves me time and saliva. I am a bummer whattodo. And in addition, it is the better way of getting information, rather than I misinform people.

I shall continue whatever I'm doing or risk sotong-fried.

Kickstart

Today will be the last of free weekdays. Come Monday, I am taking a new route life where wide varieties of unpredictable circumstances may put mind and body in chaos if the wrong choice is made. Purely practical. What I learn as student is to be strutted and paraded on the vital decisions that can change the course of the company, the rise and fall of it.
















The scene that I am going to look at every morning.

In the most simple translation of the cow dung I just presented, it means I'm going to embrace a working life liao. Gheez.

Can They Make It Five?

Come this Saturday, Liverpool is a demoralized and beaten bunch of misfits going to face the champions of England. Four defeats in a row ain't the best of situation to go into a crucial week against an arch rival.











Benitez: Should we sack him by now?

Somehow, when the club finished second last season, I got a bad uncomfortable feeling that they are not going to cut out this season. Its a psychological thing. Just look at the clubs fighting for promotion in the Championship and failed to do so. So many have suffered. Some even got relegated.

Ok, I digress.

I was at Anfield watching Liverpool vs. At. Madrid live. And I thought they played terrible. A team without drive and basically clueless. You may say its a friendly so what? But they bring such form into the actual season and suffered six defeats already. By the time they reach the Sunderland fixture, the team is totally utterly (honestly and hard to accept it) a pile of shite. Nevermind the beach ball scenario (which is comical according to Reina), they have a full 80 minutes to punch in a win. But nothing of such happened.















The oh-me-god-holly-cow scene.

And the overly cliched hype of Torres and Gerrard partnership. So, why is it a club vying for trophies is still a two-men team. Just look at the other elite teams, everybody can cover each other. Without Gerrard and Torres, as portrayed in the Sunderland and Lyon games, the first team looks like a Division One team. It makes me wonder that: (1)why rugby player Dirk Kuyt is still in team, (2) why Lucas is still paraded as a talent, (3) why Rafa spend 17mil for Johnson when they lacked a striker of Torres pedigree. They should have bought Darren Bent with that money. Two of him in fact, with that money. And by the way, Andriy who?

Such is the frustration of one Liverpool fan. Imagine the millions around the world. What is wrong and causes so many downsides everyone is wondering.

Which leads to a million dollar question somebody asked me....Are you going to watch the Man U match this week? My answer: Are you kiddin?!

Of Exploring and Gluttony

Sometimes you went to a foreign place and came back, realizing that what your hometown had been offering for all these years had been taken for granted. It may have been 2GB worth of pictures of a romanticized Paris or a magnificent Rome, but I find Penang still has its charms. Its own quiet way of charm.


























I had some tourist-like walks and food-hunting trips upon touching-down the island. Komtar brings back memories of me being dragged along by my parents while shopping. The first KFC that I ever been is still there. Although the current government tried to have revive the deadening shopping complex (just by setting up a few pitiful tents and a walkway), the historical and once glorious sections of the complex still stand in waiting for the promised refurbishment and makeover.

Certainly I have to speak something of the food. Oh yes the food. The I-had-been-dreadfully-missing-for-months food.


















Georgetown is of course the main focus point where mouthwatering food are available and spread among the streets and across the city. Ok, pretty much a cliche.

Its challenging and exciting because you have to treasure-hunt for it and get the directions right. Exhausting especially walking under the hot sun. But then....
















...this is worth the effort.

So its an all you can eat situation. Curry mee, hokkien mee, char hor fun, char koay teow, etc etc. Occasionally, even non-Penang food are also welcome...
















Sapu semua.

Then comes the chilling session. Seriously, its not because we have much to catch-up, even its old-time buddies. But we need more space for more food...
















...so just chill loh. Relax. Then go find some more...
















...then eat some more....













...then chill some more.

And it goes on routine for several cycles. That is until we announced enough is enough. Then its time to go back. And sleep.

I call this the true Penang spirit. And its the total opposite of living a healthy lifestyle.

Nonetheless, its the essential guide of routine to explore Penang.

Relief

I would be damned if my laptop decided to get cranky and died without any possible warning and all my data lost just like that.

Well, the first part did happen. Thank goodness the data lost part was not in its plan of destruction. Oh shit, touch wood.

After one week in the ICU, it finally came out fine. Data intact. Diagnosis: Mobo got fried. Deep fried.

The lesson learned: If you have an AMD processor, please use good air ventilation pad. That's all I'm going to say. Hack, it was even stated in my receipt. In bold capital Time News Roman letters. Totally appreciate that, although they spell ventilation as Vandilation.

The Soothing Effect

Piece of advice: If you feel pissed-off or angry or anything within that range of emotion, listen to LP.

Or at least this is my best remedy. The soothing effect is kinda guaranteed after an hour of Chester shouts. Sing along if you don't mind the neighbour shouts back at you. Freedom of expression what.

However, the catch is, only Hybrid Theory and Meteora helped. Other albums seem not to have the same impact as these two.

My two cents. Have better recommendation?

Exactly...

I came across this article, and I can utterly relate it to my recent experience in Europe.

First World? Mana Ada First World? Satu Dunia pun Kampung.

Well, although not absolutely true, it still provided a good humour. Moral of the story, not everything is nice and excellent abroad.

Still, I would rather be there than here.

New Dig

Not so long ago, I was introduced to one of the Gawker related website called Gizmodo. The weblog is so totally for geeks (not surprising since it was introduced by a hardcore gadget geek..XP) which introduces new technology and gadgets.

Although no where near geek status, I am pretty hooked to the website. Since then, I also follow Kotaku, which is more relevant to my part-time gamer status.

It took me helluva long time to realize that they are all part of Gawker and only last night I decided to check out Gawker through Wikipedia. And I just got to know that they have other weblogs (they are also introduced below and above every Gawker webpages, so just imagine how ignorant I can be).

Currently, I really dig Lifehacker.














The weblog provides life hacks and software tips, which is most relevant to our technology-dominated life. Tips ranging from owning interview sessions to DIY laptop coolers are the most welcome tips I can ever get to make me life intact. Not to mention the creativity these writers have, they just simply amaze me with the simplest of things.

So instead of pathetically and repeatingly pressing f5 on Facebook, get a hold of these weblogs to maximise your internet-serving time.

Sinking In

It still amazed me that I was in Paris Nord and London Underground two days before and the next day I am walking down the Jalan Genting Kelang to tabao chicken rice. The long and tedious train and plane rides in between seems to be unregistered in my brain. It happened way too fast.





















I am not missing the moments in UK and Europe, yet. This is because I am busy occupying myself with stuffing any Malaysian food that is available and combating heat. I am also surprised of the minimal effect of jet-lag that had affected me more when I was in UK.

Anyway, its good to be back, no matter how much I complained that I do not want to come back here.
















Hello Malaysia. Embracing you for now.

End Of The Summer

So it seems the 3-month odyssey has come to an end. A dream come true to be here, though short. I will dreadfully miss this place.






















Here's a song that almost perfectly describe the situation..



In a bit, Liverpool.

Happy Merdeka!

Truthfully, I didn't realise it was Merdeka Day today, until now obviously. Shows how patriotic I am to M'sia. Its Matthew Street Festival here in Liverpool. Huge event. So blame it on that.

Here's a video that I find it amusing.



I guess, no matter how sad the political demographic is, its still tanah tumpah darahku.

Happy Merdeka!

Of Cow Heads and 1Malaysia

Yeap....yet another epic drama of Malaysians. This time involving cow heads.

Protesters threaten bloodshed over Hindu temple
















Utterly outrageous extremist act.

And till now, there are no arrest. No.fucking.arrest.

Guess this is how Malaysia going to celebrate their 52nd year of independence.

Share Share

I don't know whether its proven that if you are depressed or felt stagnant or whatever stress words u can come out with, you share stuff with people. Well, not exactly your misery,anything goes. At least that works for me. So now, I share share abit of my recommended series.

First slot goes to...





















Plot? Undercover cops going, well, undercover. Lots of kick-ass, drugs, sex and alcohol. Hot babe (Nicki Aycox) and lots of cool-looking dudes. Even straights like me can't resist Dylan McDermott. I shall evaluate my sexuality after I said that. Nah, screw that. Me totally straight.

Anyway..... second slot goes to....
















They describe it as described as "part The X-Files, part Raiders of Lost Ark and part Moonlighting." Whatever it is, go figure. I said: Cool show, funny as hell, a must-watch.

Ok. Time to go back to reality. Thanks for listening.

White is the New Black

I decided its time to change skin. So here we go!

Like it? Don't like it?

Article of The Week

I totally like this article. Do read it.

Stories from Bolehland 4

My favourite passage:

There is no need to go to expensive spas, or pay for jamu and facials, forget the botox. To look younger, simply join MIC and instantly regain your Youth. This offer is limited so sign up now!

In summary, if you do not know who Karpal Singh (or Kit Siang) is, please apply for a job as reporter with RTM; if you give money to a political party please ask for official receipt; and finally, if you want to feel young again, please join MIC Youth.

Once again, the epic jokes of a country named Malaysia.

Ish...

What is shittier than a sitch where u got interested in something, try to pursue it, dream of it, being gleeful and then find out its beyond reach as its already unavailable?

Ok, there are shittier things than this...but this is going to be the shittiest feeling to have now.

Hokkien says it best...Kanasai.

Now Back To Malaysia Where....OhMyGod, What The Hell Just Happen?

Here I am trying to peacefully enjoy the stay in England, but tuning back to tanah tumpah darahku, I just can't stop shaking my head.

What happen you say?

Hell happened.





















From the death of a political aide to royalty payments to ISAs, things keep coming up. Turbulent and demented things.

John Connor said it best: The devil's hands had been busy...

I had this tiny feeling of impetus to stay in England and never go back.

Do you?

Malaysian Football Improved

Here is the joke article of the century....

Mr Shabery "totallaughingstock" Chick here says that Malaysian football is on the rise.

How he came to that conclusion? Malaysian National Team lost 2 matches to ManU, with aggregate of 5-2.
















“Malaysian football has become well-known globally, thanks to coverage by international newspapers and Youtube. I see new hope for the national football team,"chirped Chick.

I vomited in my mouth before LMAO ROFL for 60 minutes after reading this post.

Joining The Football Academy

I'm riding the transfer window hoopla here. I noticed a trend among the Premier League clubs' academy. Basically, if you want to have a football career, here is how you want to choose which academy to go to....based on the current trend.

Manchester United
Probably have one of the best academies. Remember Fergie's Fledglings?
Criteria: Must be able to perform bit-part roles for almost your entire career in the first team (think John O'Shea); if want to transfer to other clubs, make sure you rake in a lot of transfer fee; loaned out to not-so-bad clubs often.

Liverpool
Seems to be good. But....
Criteria: Foreign, preferably Spanish; plays pre-seasons, gets alot of promises to play for the first-team, and then get loaned out to other clubs before you know it; collect lots of jerseys, by having yourself loaned out so many times to different clubs; pedigree to win the FA Youth Cup; got sold out, after being told that you are talented enough to get into the first team...other club's first team that is.

Arsenal
Another top class academy
Criteria: Most possible to break into the first team, and play two or three EPL matches; League cup appearances guaranteed; try not to be too English or if better, try being French; commands a good transfer fee; almost possible to be key player in other clubs if transferred.

Chelsea
Rich club, not so famous academy
Criteria: Loyal, always kiss the badge after scoring or labelled Mr Chelsea; very talented and able to tolerate just 5 minutes of fame on the pitch.

Manchester City
Absolutely rich club with almost good academy
Criteria: Don't ever hope of getting into the first team nowadays, especially if you are playing as a striker; large sum packages if talented enough; get loaned out more than one time to the same club, because the other club can't pay your permanent transfer fee.

Tottenham, West Ham United, Everton
Good clubs with famous academies
Criteria: Totally English; very possible to break into first team at a young age; able to tolerate unpredictable table standings for the first team.

Know what club to join now? Yeah, thought so, Barcelona is the best...XD

Random

This morning I just realized that for 20 plus years, I don't really have my own personal toilet. From my home, TARC Hostel (worst of the bunch) to Genting Kelang, I shared toilets with others.

This is my first time I had my own toilet.

















So much so, that sometimes I still walk to the common room to find the toilet.

Liverpool...One Month Later...

When you are enjoying the splendor of things, often time passes very quickly. Its been a month since I landed upon Liverpool, renowned for its distinct Scouse culture and of course, to my liking, its fervent passion towards football.

A great city, though not magnificent. Liverpool has its charm that I came to appreciate and love. Not really busy, but you can get basically everything that is to offer in order to survive. Personally, I don't ask much. Food is adequate, people are friendly, lodging is decent ( if you want to compare to the hostel in TARC, you can use the word "awesome") and environment is very refreshing.





















Some people would complain that it lacks the buzz (most shops closes at 5pm). But I like the way it is. After all, the buzz doesn't help if you want a study environment.

It takes time to adapt. The weather is especially very unpredictable. One day it might be hot and shiny, another might be windy and rainy. Its kinda a ritual here to stretch your hands out the window in the morning to "get-to-know" the weather. But according to the locals, its the best summer they had in 4 years, with the sun shining almost everyday and the occasional breeze. They really like the sun here, unlike us back in Malaysia.

Liverpool has a great city centre. Everything's there. For groceries, its Iceland, Tesco, Home Bargain, Poundland, Sainsbury and 99p Store. For clothings, Primark (insanely cheap stuff) and Sports Direct are really my preferences. As for eating out, Subway and Lobster Pot are kinda the must-stops. McD and KFC for occasional breakfast and there is this Chinese place called Marybone Fast Food Centre which offers super-sized value meals.
























Insane proportion for around 3 pounds.

As for studies, I have to admit that the psychology course is way more relaxing compared to the other courses (as of this post). In addition, the lecturers are pretty much helpful. Very seldom there are left-for-dead situations.

Travelling around is considered a luxurious must (don't know how that works). I regreted that I can't visit every places that are offered. But so far, Chester, London and Manchester have been very enjoying.

Walking is the most appropriate transportation for budget students from a third world country. Bus rides are rare. Bicycle is a luxury. Cars are...well..you get the point.

Not forgetting Anfield, my personal theater of dreams. To actually stepped into it is already ecstatic. If opportunity arises, a feel of the atmosphere of matchday would be perfect.
















So here it is. One month of summary reporting from Liverpool. Still alive and kicking.

R.I.P. MJ

I was having a rare night walk around Liverpool, when words of MJ's death reached. Initially, I shrugged it off as a rumour, because the people discussing it were like gleefully "reporting it". But then, as more streets were being covered, more and more waves of the news comes in. So, yeah. I checked it out after reaching home. It was true.

The King of Pop had left us. Being me, it would be unusual to care much of celebrities' death, especially for a man labeled as "Wacko Jacko" for his antics and weird life philosophies. However, I had always remembered him as the man who had considerable influence on my childhood years with his songs. Who would forget songs like "Thriller", "Billie Jean" adn "Beat It". At least not me.

R.I.P. MJ

Classes and Misc.

It had to be a constant reminder that my "mission" in the UK is for the degree. Play hard work hard, they say, but that is not usually the case here. No matter how, we still need to find the agonizingly hard spot of motivation to do so.

Class structures are almost the same way back in M'sia, instructional style. But of course, they added a bit of creativity here and there when they present their stuff. We were told to draw out a self-introduction and for the next few days we present our read journals in simple (mostly fugly) pictures. Kinda helps actually. One of those psychology thing in helping memory.














Professor....sorry....Mr. Cheah presenting you military art of war.

Often, lectures are filled with lively jokes that keeps us awake. Of course, not all is perfect. There are still some boring lecturers around.




















The real professor teaching

And in a few weeks time, all things will be coming in like a tsunami wave, or waves. Unless I'm terribly free or feeling random, then I will update this blog here. Otherwise, do visit my FB for the pictures.

What's Next?

£59mil for Kaka, £80mil for Ronaldo and €37mil for David Villa...



















"Finally, I'm going to Madrid!"

Motto of President Perez must be: "Credit crunch?! What credit crunch?"

So what's next for Real Madrid?

Probably bankruptcy in September.

At least for rival fans of ManU, the good news is they don't have to see the cocky and theatrical tantrums by C Ronaldo.

Settling In Liverpool

Sorry for the unprecedented hiatus. Its kinda busy week here.

And yes, Liverpool. Its an amazing city. The first week is of course an exploratory week for most of us. Lots of adapting needed. The weather is really unlike M'sia, as we really appreciated the sun very much.
















As we entered Liverpool...

We were then brought to our hostel at Atlantic Point, which I can't help but compared it to the ones they have in TAR College. Of course, its a far cry from that.




















Entrance to one of the blocks.

Each of us have our private room, WITH private toilets. A common room (with TV) and a kitchen is provided. They also give us a storeroom equipped with a vacuum cleaner, a mop set and a iron board. It might sound as if we are sakais to be amazed with all these stuff here in England, but really, tell me, how many hostels does that in M'sia?

Setting up took lots of time. We did some shopping of groceries and needed appliances. The girls would of course make a detour and screamed their way towards the clothes section. We try to get the cheapest stuff available, and the cheap stuff is like real cheap here, especially for beers and chocolates. Say 5 bars of Mars for 99p. Definitely would get hyper if you had all of them.

Next, we went to our induction where LJMU welcomes us.



















Students waiting in the Britannia Adelphi Hotel Hall.

Nothing much here as a couple of welcome speeches and safety advices were given. They made it brief and straight to the point, unlike Malaysians who would always have to go through the Yang Amat Berhormats and addressing every single people and animals and ants that are in the hall.

Much of the stuff are pretty much in pictures for the next few days. So do logon to Facebook for those.

During the induction week, we took trips to Chester and Liverpool Museum courtesy of LJMU. It was absolutely eye-opening and exciting to say the least. Most of the stuff are about history (which coincidently my fave subject in school) of Britain. Chester promotes their rich vein of Roman and Renaissance History.



















Touch of 1600s

























Our Roman guide of the day.

Next up, classes started and of course reality kicks in.

SinEu out for now.

From H to U...Its a Long Way

This time its not about the football club. I am in the city itself! Teehee. And here I got the urge to have the journey and the first day accounted.

Picking where I left off in the previous post, me and my bunch of friends took the Cathay Pacific to Hong Kong, which serves as our transition point. The 3 hours trip was well, awful at the least. Limited space, almost pathetic food, a bumpy landing and air stewardess wearing flu mask.
















HKIA
















Mind you, this is no lecture class. Just us taking up precious time to talk to families and busy updating FB and Twitter.

The first trip makes us think that the next journey to UK will be a helluva torrid. It turned out not-so-bad. Wider seats and better food, although stewardess are still covered with mask. The time on the plane was the only nightmare. 13 hours of doing nothing except sit, toilet breaks, watch movies and fart.

After the dreadful hours, we finally reached London Heathrow Airport. Surprisingly, the entering process was helluva short. A grumpy immigration officer look through your documents, stampped approval, you claimed your luggage and the next thing you are in the arrival hall. Yes, that whole nightmarish customs check that you read, watched and heard about was totally.non.existent.
















Reaching London....
















London Heathrow scene.

It is not the end of our journey, as we had to take another 3 hours to Liverpool in a coach. Another 3 hours before our asses are exonerated from torture.
















The scene that generally sums up what we saw in our 3 hours trip to Liverpool.

Next up, Liverpool itself. Later.

On Route

So the short trip from Penang was smooth. Its been ten years since my last time on an airplane. I was looking through the window like some small kid (or would you prefer the word "sakai") anticipating lift-off and jumping in joy. Ok, cut the jumping, the only thing jumping is my heart.

My departure was so mysterious that only 3 people waved goodbye in Penang. Kinda low-key. And I am not complaining. Afterall, its just 4 months. Meh.

In a few hours time, it will be another take-off. An international one this time. So while anticipating flying international, I will dread through the 3 hours with some crap courtesy of KLIA wifi and a pasar-like McDs.

To my friends and families, Hasta La Vista.
To UK and England, prepare thy land for my invasion.

Finn-ishing on a High Note

Come this Sunday, it will probably be the last of appearance of what Anfield had seen as one of the best defenders in the modern game. Sami Hyypia, the Finn, will finish his career at Liverpool as a reliable, consistent and dedicated stalwart in a distinguished career span of 10 years at Anfield.

















When he came in back in 1999, people were all asking the same question: "Sami who?" Bought from Dutch outfit Willem II for a mere 2.6 mil pounds, he had so far surpassed that value. Looking at the current squad of Liverpool, he was now the only survivor of former manager Gerard Houllier's buys. And what a buy he is. Forming the undisputed partnership with former reds defender, Stephan Henchoz and then the current vice-captain, Jamie Carragher, he has propelled, albeit almost unnoticed and stealthy dedicated performance, Liverpool to many trophies, including the famous Treble in 2001 and 2005 Champions League throphy.













In his younger days.















Eyes on the Cup. He got it after putting in a magnificent performance.

Apart from his formidable defending, he is also an advantage in providing goals in from corners. A great asset with commanding aerial ability and good reading of the game. It is no surprise that he helped Liverpool to so many clean sheets and sometimes deciding goals in critical matches.

A "legend", a "perfect professional", a "magnificent servant". All these tags and tributes cannot describe enough of his service for the Reds. In fact, he has been one of the most inspiring imports and one of the greatest players that had donned the red shirt.