Hadiths of the Prophet S.A.W.

Found this posters on the wall when I went to pray at Telok Blangah's Al-Amin Mosque. Snippets of Rasulullah's Hadiths and excerpts from the Al-Qur'an. A real eye-opener.

Food for thought.

Operation: My Wife

So here I am, on the eve of Hari Raya, while in the midst of cleaning and clearing my room, I set my eyes upon my poor neglected wife and her accessories, and decided to finally do something about her pitiful condition, after having been inspired by Pak Anjang's words...

'Ambik je screwdriver bukak sendiri tu amp!"

For those not privy to the above statement, my uncle was just telling me to do some DIY on my amplifier and wife. Well see, the problem with my wife was the input jack, and apparently some of the circuitry inside is causing problems. To compound matters, I can't even plug her in to my Zoom Fire-15 amplifier because the input jack of my amp has gone loose and pushed inside, leaving a big gaping hole, impossible to plug. I was waiting to send my guitar and amp back for professional set-up and servicing, but I was also wary of the costs. I've never really thought of doing a spot of DIY either, because I didn't wanna damage what was some rather expensive (to me at least) electronics. But however, for some reason I was inspired today... maybe because it's Raya tomorrow?

So, armed with a tube of contact cement, a tube of SupaGlue and a set of screwdrivers, I settled down and set my hands to work. After all, a man's gotta be good with his hands... HEH =D

My wife, Epiphone Les Paul Standard GoldTop with my mini-amp, the Marshall MS-4. You've just gotta admire her curves, don't u?

My main amp, the Multi-FX Zoom Fire-15. Note the gaping hole in the top left of the control panel where the input jack has fallen through.

Fire-15 with the back cabinet removed, revealing the speaker inside

Back cabinet which was removed, along with the corresponding screws, and a stray nut

Zoom Fire-15 errr... Zoom-ed in

Zoom Fire-15's electronic motherboard, the brains and innards of the amp

Applying contact cement to the input jack... this was later reinforced with SupaGlue, because the contact cement wasn't strong enough to hold it in place

Clearer shot of the contact cement being applied to the input jack

Front view of the Zoom Fire-15, with the control panel displaced from the back

Accessing the circuitry of my Les Paul's pickup selectors

Pickup selector electronics chamber exposed

The circuitry of the main electronics chamber in my wife. Note the 4 spheres, corresponding to the 4 control pots seen at the front of the guitar; 2x tone pots, and 2x volume pots. The input jack is also accessible from here.

My wife in a rather... dishevelled way. A spot of polishing the grime off later, and she'll look her usual pretty self. Note the pickup selector at the bottom left of the pic, and 2 of the 4 control pots seen on the top right on the pic

Urm... random shot of the box where I keep all my army equipment ready for reservist duty. Err the box art design is a consequence of having been bored to nuts spending the day spring-cleaning the house. Heh

I'm on the Nightrain, and I'm ready to Crash N' Burn!

I've searched the Internet for years, and I've never come across anyone who could play almost note-for-note Slash's guitar parts in this song, one of my all-time fav Guns N' Roses songs. Almost always the cover excludes the pinch harmonics, or ’squeals' if u like, and Slash himself doesn't play those parts when playing live back when he was in GN'R. And I've always wondered why nobody tried to attempt playing it the way it sounds on the studio version off the Appetite for Destruction album, and I myself attempted it, but still certain parts eluded me. FINALLY someone has figured it out more or less the way Slash played it, and this is the closest I've heard someone play this to the original recording. I can't wait to get my wifey repaired so I can plug her in and jam in my room again...

Awesome Nightrain Cover

Nightrain (Studio Recording) - Appetite For Destruction (1987)

I Miss Playing With My Wife... =(

Things the Missus says...

I have many lady friends, and even cousins, who are avid fans AND players of football. Indeed, I've been quite surprised by the girls whom I've played footie against.

But sometimes, u get the feeling that some women JUST don't get it.

Like poor Lewis's Missus here...

I wrote in a while ago, prompting one of those 'my missus said this...' things in the Mailbox after my good lady questioned Riise's kit clashing with his hair (when at 'Pool).

Well, yesterday she topped it. Having only got into football through me forcing it upon her, I suggested that the next time I was offered tickets for a match at United, I'd take her along so she could experience a match at Old Trafford for the first time. After detailing ad nasuem my first ever match (Giggs' debut, I'm getting old) and the magic being inside your team's stadium induces, she seemed genuinely excited by the prospect of going, as was I by this point, thinking 'great, I'll get her truly hooked on footy, then Saturdays will be all mine. My plan is working perfectly...'.

All this was ruined 30 seconds later when she turned to me and asked 'Do they play the commentary at the stadium?'.

Jesus H. Obama, I've still got work to do yet...?

Lewis, Busby Way

and then u get the ones who are can make men fall in love with them by virtue of their football knowledge...

Just to put a different spin on the wisdom that emerges from the mouths of ladyfriends at the footy...

A few years ago I was courting (my Gran says this and I like it) a beautiful Belgian girl. Honest, they do exist. Determined to seal the deal, I took her to White Hart Lane on one of her visits to London, secure in the knowledge that nothing says romance like 90 minutes of blue-tinged invective and a pie at half time.

After about 10 minutes, she turned to me and said: "Carrick and Davids aren't sharing their responsibilities properly. Davids ought to drop back to allow Carrick to push forward and pass to the strikers."

At that moment my heart melted and I fell in love.

She dumped me not too long after. Bitch.

Rob 'Adebayor...we used to hate you, but we don't anymore' Davies

Woman. We Men just don't understand them.

Kallang Victorians B vs Irvin's Select

YES! As u can see, this was my first-ever turnout for OVA as a goalkeeper!

Abg Zan put me as keeper because I had requested for him to play me as GK or defender during the fasting month, so as to reduce the exertions on me. As it so happens, there was no goalkeeper on that day... until the guy in the bottom right hand corner turned up last-minute.

At half-time we were leading 3-0, at which point Abg Zan had to take me off in order to let the other keeper play, while he put me on my usual position on the left-wing. I had a somewhat subdued performance playing outfield in the second half, as compared to my good performance as GK in the first half.

Final Score: 5-3 (All the opponents' goals came in the second half, meaning I didn't concede any!)

And let not the the picture fool you. I'm NOT vertically-challenged, it's just that I have towering defenders standing beside me -_-'"

Update

Haven't been blogging for the past few days, for various reasons... probably feeling uninspired, no ideas etc...

Went to my prospective school today. Finalised the registration, paid the deposit, and now awaiting the outcome whether I'll be joining either one of two courses. Hopefully it's the latter. I entered the main office of the school, accompanied by my eldest brother behind me, and to my delight saw that the officer working the desk was once again B*no, the awkwardly-named but awesomely gorgeous, albeit skinnier Maria Ozawa lookalike. Now someone like Maria Ozawa would be something like my idea of the ideal girl's face, but unfortunately she chose THAT profession. What a waste of a gorgeous girl =( =( =(

Maria Oh Maria Ozawa....~~~

Anyway, B*no greeted me with a smile on her face, which brought me back to the last time I met her, when she was outlining the course details to me, and suddenly, inexplicably, she turned to look at me and with a sheepish bashful smile said, "I know I'm pretty, but..." and the rest of the words were lost to me as I was caught off-guard by her totally unexpected comment. So... someone was feeling self-conscious of her looks, just because she was briefing a young man... Heh.

Anyway, this time around, my original programme consultant, the awesomely-named Titan brought me through the course details once more, and finalized the payment and application procedures and all the rest of the administrative jimbang.

After that I followed my mom to send her friend and colleague off to the airport, because she was going to menunaikan ibadat Umrah. Well actually, she was going as pegawai Umrah. However, just before we picked her up, my mom had requested something of me. She said that since her friend's residence had only 3 women and NO men, she wanted me to Azankan them, just before leaving, since I was going to be the ONLY man there. And definitely 'Aqil, who was tagging along, doesn't belong to that category... yet. So I was left in the weird situation of being the man of the house... somebody else's house at that... but which is a role which I have to fulfill anyway sometime down in the future... still, Alhamdulillah I got to Azankan people going on Umrah pilgrimage. Pahala, Insya'Allah.

Food galore at home! When I reached home, the azan for Maghrib had already passed, and I came home to a full house. As it's a Monday, my 3 little Munchkins Zulfikri, Zulhilmi and 'Aqil Zhafir were there... not to mention Baby Mardhiah. Also present were Beg Fan, Kak Su, Kak Husna and hubby Abang Hisyam, Beg Mal, and my dad. Plus me and my mom, you can well imagine how crowded it is. And especially since the kids added to the atmosphere by screaming and making noises and asking for food... and basically being kids. Had waffles of various flavours from Waffle Factory, box of donuts from JCO Donuts, Mee Rebus, Bandung (the kids call it Air Pink), and alot more, Alhamdulillah.

And yet, still there was silence...

Ouch.

HELL HAS NO FURY LIKE A HUSBAND CHEATED ON

-Anonymous

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