Wotta Wikkid Weekend!

YOWZA!!! This is like quite possibly one of the best weekends I've ever had. I'll tell you why.

1) Friday night after booking out, I went to catch a movie at Plaza Singapura. Came home at 2+ am? Took the NR7 bus and walked abt 2km plus home. Watched that Deathnote spin-off, "L Change the World". The movie was okaylah, I had to to be nudged awake once but a good way to start the weekend nonetheless.

Saturday was chill pill day for me, I thought I had a bike practical lesson, but turns out I forgot to book it so I was pretty much doing nothing the entire day.

2) The Arse drew with Birmingham 2-2!!! You should have seen William Gallas's reaction to the penalty and goal conceded. The Arse's cohesion is breaking up! And to top it off, Eduardo has been ruled out for the rest of the season due to a mangled + broken ankle!!! Well I certainly don't take pleasure in someone else's misfortune, but 1 less player for Arses means a better chance for my beloved Man Utd to retain the Premiership crown...

3) ...and United didn't disappoint! We gave Newcastle a well good spanking on their baby bottoms with a 1-5 drubbing in front of their own supporters. Rooney and Ronaldo were wikkid and tat was almost the perfect result to mirror the reverse fixture last month at Old Trafford where United...Manchester United that is... pardon my French, dick-slapped Newcastle 6-0. Oh wow. It could give a boy an orgasm.

4) I slept at 4am following Man U's heroics the previous night/morning. Woke up at 12pm, and at about 1+ pm, me and Beg Mal took the bike to go to Singapore Airshow 'cos we had free tickets. We missed the aerial display by the Black Knights, but that's ok, since they've been practising their acrobatics literally above my head for the past week at Pulau Tekong anyway. And the show didn't really feature anything that I haven't already seen at previous airshows. The one pointedly missing aspect of the airshow is that there weren't any Russian fighters on display, and those were the ones I was really looking forward to see, especially the Mikoyan-Gurevich MiG-29, Sukhoi Su-27/32/35, Kamov KA-50 Hokum Werewolf, Mi-28 Havoc and other assorted beasts of warfare. I would have really cried had the the aerial display which I missed had featured them Russian birds pulling off their distinctly-Russian trademark 'Cobra Strike' manoeuvre.

5) After the airshow, Beg Mal and me we rushed off back home to get my family car and my bro's car respectively to fetch them from Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal. After which, Beg Mal and me hopped on to his bike, sped our way to Fort Canning Park and paid $98.00 at the gate to watch...

IN CONCERT!!!

For the first time ever, the world-famous German speed-metal maestros were not stopping at Japan in their tour of Asia, and Singapore is now one of its stops. And they didn't disappoint!!!

Featuring the current line-up of Andi Deris on vocals, newboy Sascha Gerstner on guitar, Michael 'Weiki' Weikath on guitar, Markus Grobkopf on bass and newcomer Dani Loble hitting the skins, the band belted out favourites such as 'Halloween' as their opening song, 'Time Marches On', 'If I Could Fly', 'Sole Survivor', 'Where the Rain Grows', 'Eagle Fly Free', 'Power', 'A Tale That Wasn't Right', and of course, the undoubted highlight, 'I Want Out' amongst others. The crowd went wild, singing 'Happy Happy Helloween, Helloween, Helloween, Happy Happy Helloween, Oh oh oh oh!' to the tune of London Bridge, which has become a trademark at any Helloween live concert around the world.

It's amazing how Andi Deris could still hit those high notes and maintain his powerful voice despite having aged some, and Weiki demonstrated his unbelievable dexterity on the guitar despite having been around for quite a while yet. Grobkopf showed why he's one of the best bassists in the world, Loble demonstrated his technical prowess on the drums, pulling off rapid-fire hits on the double-pedal which mimicked the sound and intensity of machine-gun fire, and Gerstner showed just why Helloween picked him to replace Roland Grapow on lead guitar with his incredible ability and 'feel' on the guitar. The sound quality was unbelievable, and kudos to the sound technicians for pulling off the feat, despite Fort Canning's slopes and open area, which even Megadeth and Dream Theater couldn't quite match in their performances here respectively.

HELLOWEEN 2008

If I Could Fly

I Want Out

A Tale That Wasn't Right
Where The Rain Grows

Forever and One (Neverland)

Power

Somebody's upset that she didn't go to the concert. Somebody's upset 'cos one of her favourite bands is coming to Singapore for the first time ever, and she didn't go even though I asked her out with me. I had to satiate somebody by asking her to call me so she could listen in to the entire concert live and hear the crowd and me screaming. Hahah! My phone batt died because of that, u know. And the best part, my brother's friend, who was responsible for bringing in Helloween to Singapore, said that the bassist, Markus Grobkopf sent me and my brother his regards, or in his own words 'kirim salam', and the friend will be trying to get for us an autographed poster. Hear that, u? Next time, next time... =)

6) Last, but definitely NOT the least, was what happened after the Helloween concert. My bro and me we hopped onto his bike all the way to SIMPANG BEDOK (ahem), to have a late-night supper and to catch the Chelsea-Tottenham Hotspur Carling Cup Final. My bro is an ardent Spurs supporter, and I freaking hate Chelsea, so I told him that I was gonna be a Spurs supporter for 90mins. It took Spurs till first-half extra-time to get the killer goal, which means that I've over-extended my contract with Spurs, but it doesn't really matter, Chelsea didn't win and we made a ruckus at SIMPANG BEDOK (ahem ahem) jumping for joy till everyone looked at us. Hahah!

7) Aaand... I'm on OFF today!!! Woohoo! Super fun-filled long weekend which is VERY satisfactioning me, as Elvis Presley would sing.

Yet, one thing spoiled my weekend. One thing.

Cake =(

Bachelorette Party! *Hen's Night*

My cousin, Kak Nurul, she's gonna get married sometime next month. So the CuzzenHencemJambu Clan decided to hold for her a 'hen's night' so to speak, a bachelorette party to celebrate yet another one of us getting married. The girls organized the night at The Copthorne King's Hotel, and they were there the whole day, doing God-knows-what. We men were to join in after maghrib for dinner, while the girls were to spend the night. And you know what's the theme?

It's PINK la sia.

The girls were really going all out for it, even to the extent of proposing that the army boys, me and Shahmi, come dressed in our army uniform and to put on a show,slowly stripping down to our pink clothes a la Chippendale. Girls are crazy! Just because we're young men in our prime... sheesh. Well, wear PINK I certainly did, but to give a striptease performance, haha no =)

But goodness, the girls were certainly astounded by our Pink clothes. I came with my army bag, dressed in a cream-and-brown jacket. However, as soon as I stripped it off, jaws dropped. The room was literally silent. Then suddenly...

"OHMYGOD. HIKAM! Did I just see a tinge of colour... PINK???"

Haha. I guess the girls didn't really think I was sporty enough to wear Pink. Even my SISTER was amazed. I wouldn't blame her, considering my vehement distaste for all things that make a man look GAY. Well, I guess it takes confidence for a straight man to wear pink. HOT PINK at that. A colour that usually goes very well with latex. And in case you're wondering, I'm very much assured of my own sexuality, thank you very much. The best part was, walking around the Clarke Quay area in hot neon pink made me a real head-turner. Girls and guys alike were doing a double-take. Ikam in the house pimpin' y'all!

After which we proceeded to interrogate and grill the bride-to-be questions, though nothing too raunchy. After all, there were kids there. Minors. Hahah. Saved by minors.

Man U 4-0 Arse !!! =)

Chinese New Year Celebrations?

I sooo do NOT see the point of a second Chinese New Year gathering. And I'm not being racist. Allow me to explain myself. Firstly, last week we already had a school-level gathering. And now it's a gathering organized by the messes of School 1 and School 2. We really had no choice but to attend the function, and we had to wait for it to start at 1800 hrs and end at 2200 hrs!!! Whatthe... Everybody just cared only about booking out, even the Chinese ones. Whattheheck man.

And what do they have?

They had games... which was all fine and dandy. But they also had a skinny Chinese girl in a singlet and MAHA nye mini-skirt come up on stage to sing songs, and also a blonde belly dancer dressed in pretty much nothing but a bra and skirt, jiggling her... jigglypuffs. I swear I don't know what the relevance is to CNY. The worst part is, when she started dancing with the audience, although the young lads seemed very reluctant, the old married men were having the time of their lives dancing with her. Goodness.

And of course, there was the free consumption of Tiger Beer. I personally saw a Muslim colleague drink it and get high. Astarghfirullahalazim. And at the function last week, they gave each and everyone of us a hongbao. Guess what's inside? A bloody Toto ticket. I gave mine away.

I hate attending these majlis-majlis maksiat(s).
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As soon as I booked out, Kak Muni called asking if I wanted to hang out with her, Nabilah and Hikmah at Shaw for supper. So I went with Shahmi, one thing led to another and we ended up watching a midnight movie. ANOTHER CHICKFLICK!!! 'P.S. I Love You'

Darn it, I thought the movie was a ghost story, since the wife apparently received letters from her dead husband and all. How was I to know it's a godforsaken Chickflick. 30 mins into the movie, I fell asleep. I paid a weekend price to watch a movie in which I fell asleep! Shahmi didn't even make it that far. He fell asleep about 15 mins in. To quoth him,

"Takda cerita lagi lembab ker?"

Haha.

The next time I come across that movie title again, it better be from my recruits at the end of their BMT training, saying 'Platoon Sergeant, I Love You!'

Sa Ka Liao!

How would you feel if you were happily showering, lathering yourself down with soap and just relishing the coolness of the water streaming down your body... when suddenly this disgusting monster of a male barges into your cubicle and holds the door wide open, and you're struggling to cover your family jewels with one hand while the other is fighting to slam the door close in his face...

What would you do? You'd scream bloody murder and kill the faggot right?

There you go Nabil. There you go. In the words of my readers, by general consensus.

I AM SO GONNA KILL YOU.

Fag.

Painted In Black

Right. No-one shall mention to me anything about the Man United - Man City game anymore.

On to other things. Whoever said that rock and metal are all about sex, drugs and rock n' roll? Behold a Muslim band from Maldives with a song about the folly of living a hedonistic life and leaving your prayers undone...

Lived a wasted life since the day you were born
You lacked the sense to care
Time that waits for no man you just let it go by
But now its to late to care

Walls confine your mind just too narrow and blind
Darkness at you will stare
Ignorance that made you laugh you'll never realize
Your life is what it will tear

Your time is over there's no where to run
You lived it all but left your prayers undone
You're headed for and there's no turning back
Your past life is all just painted in black

Ooh Painted in black
Ooh Painted in

Evil that we see in you is the curse of the one inside you
You're the Devils lair
Chains that is holding your brain will lose it strength you'll die

Just one more breath to spare

Death is not the end you suffer endlessly
And there'll be no one to care
Then it'll be too late when you realize back there
A smile was what you did spare

Your time is over there's no where to run
You lived it all but left your prayers undone
You're headed for and there's no turning back
Your past life is all just painted in black

Ooh Painted in black
Ooh Painted in

Fasylive - Painted In Black

Keepin fit?

Woke up at 930 am today to play football with Beg Mal and his friends, all the way at Tanjong Pagar, at Duxton. I need to keep fit since I haven't been doing much running, and it kinda showed, 'cos after a few minutes I was already panting. GASP. Howeverrr, *note to self*: If you're pinning your keep-fit regime on playing football with a bunch of guys who're hitting 30, 3/4 of whom are married with children and you're the youngest there at 21 years old, it ain't much of a help. They got tired even earlier than I do. Hahah.

Had maggie goreng at some Mamak Shop in the CBD area, before heading off to Beg Fan's house to play with my two young hero bujangs, Zulfikri and Zulhilmi. And also to provide manpower to transfer a super-heavy television set to my uncle Cik Massba's house at Bedok Reservoir. See the advantages of having 2 brothers! Anytime manpower is needed, we are the ones providing muscle. *note to self*: I must have several sons. Hahah.

Man Utd vs Man City yo!
Can't wait to see if the 17 year-old Danny Welbeck is really gonna be playing.
Can only watch the first half because I have to book in tonight. Haiz.
Always Army interferes with my life.
Man Utd to win 2-0!

Vroom Vroom!

Okay so the day started off with me handing over my DOS duty to Shafik. Immediately went home 'cos I had my first bike Pract 1 at 1245pm. So I left it a little late...as usual... and began calling around my friends on what to bring for the lesson and stuff. Nawaz said I'm crazy for booking a Practical lesson immediately after doing my DOS duty. I think he fears I might fall asleep at the handles of the bike or something. Hahaha. Just for the record bro, I didn't. Haha.

I turned up at the registration counter some 10 mins ahead of time... only to be reprimanded by the instructor because apparently I was supposed to be there an hour ahead of time for orientation. Gee. How was I to know seh? I was rushed through the procedures and even bought them ugly durian gloves compulsory for the lesson from the canteen. Sheesh.

Made a new friend today. This pretty girl called Shahirah turned around, approached me and made small talk, and turns out she's also a first-time learner. Very friendly of her. Poor girl, she fell off the bike several times and had difficulty controlling the bike and its weight. Me? Thanks to my absence during the orientation period the hour before, I was pretty much clueless as to how this hunk of metal masquerading as a machine operated. Again, I was given a brief run-through, and for a person going through a crash-course, I did pretty ok I guess. I didn't fall off the bike or anything, though my fren did crash into my rear from behind around a bend. Urm okaaay that sounds wrong. Hahah.

And the cramps! No wonder the instructor led us for a warm-up exercise before the lesson. In trying to prevent the bike from tilting while stationary, I suffered butt cramps from exerting my gluteus maximus-es too much. It's no fun I tell you, having butt cramps and not being able to do anything about it because there are girls to your left and right. Yowza.

Next Pract next week! Woohoo I'm enjoying this =)

Happy CNY!

IT'S THE CHINESE NEW YEAR HOLIDAYS Y'ALL! And you know what THAT means.

That means I've got a super-long weekend!... aaand DOS duty on Friday. Chee. What a bummer. Guess my long weekend ain't gonna seem very long after all, 'cos I've gotta book in on Thursday and only hand over my duty on Saturday morning. And the screwed up part is, my entire extended family, including both my sis and bro-in-laws are going for a short trip to Malaysia! Dang. As my mom ruefully said, susah payah ibu dapatkan semua orang, ader jer kau ader duty la, kerja la. Bukannya senang tau nak dapatkan abang kau free sumer, lagi² the whole family dapat pergi. Haiz. Well, wait ibu, wait till I'm no longer addressed as 3SG Zulhikam, but Mr. Zulhikam =) I can't wait!

Oh, thanks for the Swensen's treat Syida! =) It's my turn to repay the favour. Stay tuned.

Went to Vivo to catch a 9:30pm movie, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street which I've been planning to watch for a long time. Speaking of which, I had a dream circa 3 weeks back, that our friend here Sweeney Todd was after me and he was literally chasing me with a parang on the streets at night, a la Freddy Krueger. That's friggin' scary uh. I don't wanna be made into a human pie. I must have forgotten to angkat my usual wudhu' before bedtime that night. Sheesh.

The movie ain't quite what I expected though. It's quite a different... experience. With about 70% of the movie consisting of... urm singing. Woah man. And truth be told, I quite enjoyed it. Woah man there Hikam. First, I watched a chickflick in 27 Dresses. Now, a musical. I'm really pushing myself and expanding my horizons mannn. It didn't hurt that the 2 female leads were pretty hot either! In tight corsets and makeup. Mmmmm. In the movie, Joanna the golden-haired lass exudes an innocent Rumpelstiltskin girl-next-door charm that was well... charming. Mrs. Lovett is a gothic wonder, sexy in a demented, perverse way, what with her pale skin and painted eyebags and heaving... u know. I read that Helena Bonham Carter was pregnant while portraying Mrs. Lovett. Well, I say you can't get anymore feminine than a pregnant woman! First she looked strangely pretty as a female monkey in Planet of the Apes. Then she looked hot as crazy Bellatrix Lestrange in Harry Potter. And now THIS! And oh yeah, the slitting of throats in the movie was very brutal. The exaggerated spurting of thick red blood was so spurious that it was funny. And that's a Tim Burton hallmark right there. To be able to portray the blood such that it seems theatrical, not violent takes some skill. Overall, brilliant movie I say wot?

My bike Practical 1 is coming up this Saturday! Woohooo! I...I...I... excite!

Welcome to the Jungle!

Alrighty then. Hands up those who's been wondering what's happened to me that I haven't been updating this blog. In other words, you miss me. Yes, YOU.

ARGH man. I would so love to say that I've been to the moon and back, been around the world a couple of times on vacation in the past 3 weeks or so, but the reality is that I've had my 2 feet firmly planted to the ground. VERY firmly planted to the ground. Proning on the ground even. Yes yes, I've been outfield. Spending my time with smelly recruits and wild animals instead of with family, friends and loved ones. Oh well. 9 more months to go.

Truth be told, I don't really like being outfield. My vocation and training calls for it, but I don't enjoy it. True, I get to see nature up close and personal, e.g. a family of wild boars crossing the road, a monitor lizard, scorpions, snakes, monkeys, giant ants, and walked face-first right into an even more gigantic spider's web...but all I really longed to see when I was outfield are women. Women with giant... smiles =) Yes that's right. Too much testosterone can be draining at times. balik² muka sama. Haha. You can rest assured I'm only like this when I'm outfield. Other times I'm pretty normal.

I need to catch up with my civilian life again. I'm lagging by 3 weeks! =(

...and we all die young.