Bye-bye Blogger

I've decided to pull the plug on Blogger.

Now before you start crying or spray hot coffee out from your mouth, no, I haven't stopped blogging. I've just moved someplace else (a better one hopefully).

Come visit me at my new home.


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Of Football and Royalty

After Friday prayers today, I headed to the local post office to send off a package. It's just a small branch, with just two counters for your every-day postal needs.  When I said small, I meant hidden away at the back of a newsagent, like many post offices we have here. You wouldn't be able to tell until you accidentally walked into one, like I did a few months back. And to think that after living in this area since 2002, I would know where everything was.

Anyway, as I walked into the newsagent-cum-post-office, there was already a long queue. It seemed to be moving fairly quickly so I was quite relieved.  As I joined the queue, I noticed a tall chap who seemed quite restless and can't seem to be standing still.  He was wearing a grey track bottoms and a matching jumper.  Nothing out of the ordinary but his hair stood out like a sore thumb; it was braided.

Yes, although I myself am follicaly-challenged, I can still find pleasure in admiring other people's hairdo. By this time, the chap's face seemed a tad familiar. Muka penyangak.  I was pretty sure he was a professional footballer.  I've seen his face on telly so many times, but yet, unable to put a name to his face.

There were four things I could have done:

1) walk up to him and say, "Hello, I know you're a famous footballer but I can't remember your name or the team you play for" and ask for his autograph (dgn muka selamba dan tak malu)

2) ask the neighbouring customers if they know him and further make a scene

3) do a google search on my mobile phone, but how do you search for a face?

4) wait until I get back and do a search then, but missing the opportunity for a priceless autograph

Alas, I went for number 4. This goes to show how much of a footy fan I am.  And of all the days, I picked today to leave my digital camera behind. Dammit!

Oh, if you're still wondering who the mystery footballer was...

...it was Rio Ferdinand.

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Speaking of football, the official World Cup song for England was released this morning.  It was done by a band called Embrace.  I'll be honest with you; I've never heard of them, probably due to my different taste in music.  If you have iTunes, you can catch a very short preview of the single from Bizzare's Podcast of The Sun Newspaper.  I repeat, you will need iTunes.  The whole podcast is over twenty minutes long, but if you just want to catch their bit, just move the time slider to 12:43.

If you ask me, the song sounded like something played by U2 and Coldplay mixed together.


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The Queen hits the big 80 today.  I'm quite pleased to know that it'll be another 50 years before I reach her age. Lambat lagi hehe.

In any case, she looks pretty good for an 80-year old. Happy Birthday Queenie!

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Why can't we all just get along

I was at the local supermarket earlier today when I saw a copy of Maxim on the magazine shelves. It was May 2006's issue and had MTV UK presenter Emma Griffiths in black bikini on the front cover.  *SCHWINGGG!!!*

To my utter disappointment, there was an old age pensioner lingering nearby and I wasn't prepared to give him a nasty heart attack by flipping through the magazine to my heart's content.  So I thought I'd satisfy my hormonal needs curiosity next door at WH Smith.  Now don't get me wrong, Miss Griffiths has the most sensational pair of....... eyes *cough* *cough*.

At WH Smith next door, the magazine was nowhere to be found and I really didn't want to sound dodgy presumptuous by asking the lady shop assistant.  I scoured the magazine shelves row by row, and as I squat down to investigate the bottom shelf one last time, I noticed the shop assistant approaching a potential customer nearby;

"Excuse me, sir.  I'm afraid you can't stand here."

The man (who strongly resembled UK celebrity Interior Designer, Laurence Llewellyn-Bowen), with an open magazine in his hands, seemed confused initially as he wasn't sure what the shop assistant was trying to say.

"Well where am I supposed to stand then?", he barked.

"Perhaps in the library?", was her short reply.

"Uh-oh", I thought to myself.  From where I was squatting, the man appears to be holding a gardening magazine.  By this time, he'd realised what the shop assistant was hinting at.

"Excuse me?", he said.

"People would normally come in, buy what they want and leave...", the shop assistant tried to explain.

There were only two potential customers in the store at the time; only him and me.  I mean, the man wasn't really bothering anyone, why can't just leave him be?

"But how am I supposed to know it's any good if I don't look at it first?", the man retaliated.

It was beginning to feel really awkward.  Had there been a copy of Maxim on the shelves, would the shop assistant come up to me and tell me off as I skimmed through the magazine?  In my years of living in the UK, I have never come across this incident happening at a popular stationery store before. I can understand had it been a small and cramped premise, where standing and reading a magazine could potentially be a safety hazard.  But no, there was ample space all around.  So what was the shop assistant's problem then?

In any case, I couldn't be bothered to stay and find out.  So I bailed.

Miss Griffiths' "eyes" will just have to wait another day.

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