The youngest captain of the English Premier League has been ruled out for up to four months barely four weeks after being named captain after suffering a partial rupture of a medial knee ligament in the match against Poo. This means we’ll only see Cesc again in April 2009 if at all. (Football will just not the same without you sweetie. *Sobs*).
Words can’t even begin to describe just how gutted, disappointed, depressed and sad I am. I could feel my heart sinking and break when I read the news.
But at the same time, I must be optimistic as Arsène is. As he put it, this is an opportunity for us to ‘show we have the strengths to deal with it. Of course it is a blow to lose Fàbregas in the middle of the season - for four months - but it is a good opportunity to show we can deal with it and have the needed strengths.’ And Arsène has also admitted that he is now more likely to participate in the January transfer market in the wake of Cesc’s knee injury.
No decision has been made on the new stand-in skipper because to Arsène, ‘Fàbregas remains the captain of the team even when he is not playing.’ For more, go here.
Get well soon my magnificent maestro matador munchkin.
Latest: Cesc will not need to undergo surgery so that is some good news (I think and hope!). He visited a specialist in Barcelona yesterday and told media, ‘After consulting with the best doctor possible, we have decided not to operate. If it had been necessary I would have done so without hesitation, but the doctor does not recommend surgery, because I am young and have not damaged the meniscus.’
Oh you brave guy.
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When I spoke to my little nephew over the phone on Sunday, I asked him to pray for Arsenal to win all their forthcoming matches. When my parents went over to Akak’s later that morning, he went to my dad and told him in all importance that ‘Acu (that’s me) said we must all pray for Arsenal to win.’ And of course they all laughed when they heard this.
I’m so going to strangle that bambino when I next see him.
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I’ve mentioned previously that I have a soft spot for the Irish but now I hate two: both named Keane. Yes, Roy (he previously of ManUre) and Robbie (he previously of the Spuds team). Roy decided to cut himself off from the Black Cats when they were in the dangerous relegation zone (texting in his resignation to the chairman because that is their normal mode of communication!). All I can say is good riddance because since then, the Black Cats have sharpened their claws and scored eight goals in two games after losing in the eleventh hour to ManUre, effectively lifting themselves out of the relegation zone. Heck, they even shredded dull Hull to pieces. Roy was a selfish useless manager because he didn’t turn up for trainings (and even when he did he turned up in choppers), refused to relocate nearer to Wearside from Cheshire... read what Piers Morgan has to say about Keano here.
As for the other ex-Spuds Keane, for whom Poo spent quite a fortune on, does he really think he is that great just for having scored that equalising goal against Arsenal?
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Adek will be away convalescing (as is Cesc!) and will be back just before the New Year. Both Adek and Cesc wish everyone happy holidays and a blessed new Hijrah year and Happy New Year 2009!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Where Does My Heart Beat Now
SCRIBBLED BY ADEK FÀB at 12/24/2008 01:56:00 pm |
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Us And Them
I remember reading articles in magazines and mainstream media about the West when I was growing up – the articles almost always portrayed the evils of the Western culture so much so one would think that all these Westerners do are party all day; indulge in a life that revolved around alcohol, drugs, sex and rock ‘n roll; practise free sex; exist in dysfunctional families and broken homes; etc, etc. Yes, granted, there are those who do have such lifestyle but not everyone does. And who’s to say that no one here embraces that so-called Western lifestyle anyway?
But the articles were all biased too. Why didn’t they focus on the positive aspects of the West like their careful driving (in England for example, people hardly ever use the horn), their courteous manners (opening and holding the door for you and offering to carry your bags for you), their deep care for animals (setting up animal shelters, hiring animal inspectors to catch abusers and camping in remote forests to study, observe and understand wildlife in order to preserve it), their concern for the environment and their conscious act of recycling, their thoughtful disposal of rubbish, their not trying at all to flaunt their wealth... and while some of them may not be as academically gifted as their Asian counterparts, they are generally well-rounded in the sense that you can discuss a lot of topics with them. You can chat about films, art, architecture etc with them and still have a meaningful discussion.
I for one find it a tad irritating at documentaries telling us how lucky we are to live in a multi-racial, multi-cultural, multi-faith society/country (but not necessarily multi-tolerant of each other!) when there are so many other countries which are even a bigger melting-pot than us and they don’t even have to keep repeating this fact to themselves as if to be reminded of it or to seek international validation of our supposedly unique identity (and we are not at all that unique actually). And I find it mildly irritating too to be reminded that we are more courteous, friendlier and more approachable than those from the West – because I don’t really think we are all that anyway. Just look at how we behave on the road – the slightest error from the other driver can set us flying and our tempers flaring.
And boy, do we love putting others down. We call people names (‘Fatso’, ‘Blackie’, ‘Rabbit-teeth’, ‘Shortie’) and apart from having the world’s once tallest buildings, highest flagpole and largest ketupat, we don’t really have much confidence in ourselves (e.g. in a badminton/football match, we prefer to think that our opponents would win because hey surely we can only expect to excel at local grounds). We don’t respect our national flag and some of us don’t even know the lyrics to the national anthem (what more the pillars of Rukun Negara) – unlike our foreign counterparts from Thailand or South Korea who respect their flags and national anthems so much they’d stop whatever they are doing and stand when they hear their national anthems being played.
Some of us look up to the foreigners and admire them. The shopkeepers at the majority of boutiques here prefer to serve foreign tourists – never mind if they enter in their flip-flops and tattered clothes – to the local customers, because surely the foreigners have deeper pockets and to think otherwise is unthinkable. Some of us criticise the local lads and lasses for marrying foreigners – why, is there a shortage of available eligible Malaysians? -although secretly they probably wish they could do so themselves.
As with most other things, not everything about the West and their culture is wrong and not everything about the East (or Asia) and our culture is right.
SCRIBBLED BY ADEK FÀB at 12/23/2008 05:28:00 pm |
Labels: REFLECTIONS
Monday, December 22, 2008
Poor Baby
I slept poorly again last night, as was the case three weeks ago. Yes, Arsenal hosted Liverpool and we couldn’t afford to lose. Found out this morning we drew but my Poor Baby is injured.
Oh my Poor Baby. I’m so gutted. So, so gutted.
And I so hate that Howard Webb now with all my heart.
Get well soon, my magnificent matador munchkin.
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I was at my parents’ over the weekend. Had a haircut on Saturday and went out yesterday to look for some novels. I had felt some irritation in my left contact lens when I put it on yesterday morning and thought, ‘It had better not be torn!’
This morning though, my left eye was smarting after I put the lens and when I took the contact lens off, my fear was confirmed. Dang!
I’m now half-blind and will be so for the better part of the day. I have another half pair of lens at home but I think it’s grey (yes, I’m so vain, don’t you know it already) and the right lens I’m wearing to survive the day is brown.
I think I’ll be like an odd-eyed cat again and try the grey-and-brown lenses combination tomorrow. It might be fun to see how people react. The first (and last) time I had to do it – and for ten days too, no one batted an eyelid.
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I was actually tempted by a Rolex watch yesterday. After discount, it will cost a four-digit price (Rolex watches start from five-digit prices). But I fought hard with my desire (lust?) and didn’t buy it. I’d be lying though if I said I haven’t kept thinking about it... heck, like I can even afford it. But it doesn’t hurt to daydream.
I did buy a bag though. And it’s not Italian or French (they are all sold out) or even Swiss. It’s English.
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Back to footie (I know some of you just skip the footie part – please don’t!): have Arsenal blown their chances? Let’s look at it this way: Liverpool could only manage a draw with 10-man Arsenal, so are Liverpool that good just because they top the table for now? I’m trying to be optimistic here and I say that if a 10-man Arsenal could still draw with Liverpool which had only lost one match so far (compared to five for us), we aren’t all that bad. We just lack a dominant centre-half, we shouldn’t have let Hleb and Flamini go, we need to reinforce our defence and we have enough injured players. But we should also start buying and I say, go for Arshavin, Monsieur Wenger!
And why do people always put us down? When we drew away to Boro last weekend, it was like the end for us. Then Liverpool and Chelshit drew at home and ManUre drew away at Spuds too but hardly anyone commented on that. Of course initially it was bad because we were the first to play but as the weekend progressed, it didn’t turn out all that bad (except that Villains overtook us at fourth place).
Anyway, here are some photos of the match against Poo.
SCRIBBLED BY ADEK FÀB at 12/22/2008 01:11:00 pm |
Labels: ARSENAL, CESC, MISCELLANEOUS
Friday, December 19, 2008
Gift Ideas
Anyway, I’ve racked my brain hard enough and managed to come up with some gift ideas - nicely categorised in alphabetical order no less – yes, timely for those who are equally stumped with finding presents for the coming Christmas (more importantly, you can also use the list to hint for gifts you want! I wouldn’t mind getting some of them too *hint!*). That said, the suggested gifts below are not exclusively for Christmas and not exclusively for men (for the most part). Oh and they come along with varying price tags too. Hope you enjoy the suggestions which I’ve painstakingly compiled.
And here we go.
Clothes ideas
A new set of office attire
A new t-shirt to replace that horrible t-shirt (sorry Cesc cariño)! Better still get an Arsenal jersey
A new camera or video camera recorder
Grooming ideas
A nail clipper, a manicure set or a visit to a nail parlour (munchkin, I bite my nails occasionally too!)
Travel-related/activity/leisure ideas
An unlimited season pass to an amusement park, say, Universal Studios
SCRIBBLED BY ADEK FÀB at 12/19/2008 05:36:00 pm |
Labels: CESC
Monday, December 15, 2008
The Drive
We yelled at each other in that compact space. We shouted and exchanged verbal abuses. We attacked each other’s reasoning. We glared angrily and stared furiously at each other. Neither wanted to budge. We stopped short of strangling each other but the increasing volume of voices surely indicated how close we came to that. I questioned his rationale and he didn’t like me challenging his reasoning. Oh yes, tempers were lost alright in that hot sunny Saturday mid-morning.
I told him I wasn’t stupid, that I wasn’t born yesterday (just because I’m a girl – and the only girl there - doesn’t mean that I’m stupid or that I’ll surrender easily and not fight for myself to be heard). He responded by insisting his reasoning was sound. We went on that way for a while, repeating ourselves, holding our respective ground and each stubbornly refusing to give in.
But amazingly, we managed to negotiate, come to a compromise, move on and put that aside. We finally accepted each other’s opinion albeit grudgingly and with scepticism - until the next encounter that had us bickering all over again.
But you know what? I wouldn’t trade that for anything else. I wouldn’t trade in my treasure hunting mates with anyone else. If we couldn’t meet the quorum, we’d rather pull out of the hunt than hunt with anyone else like we did last year. And every time we participate in the treasure hunt, the two of us in the front seats will most definitely and certainly argue and shout at each other, without fail. But at the end of it, there are no hard feelings, no grudges and no dissatisfaction because we’ve had our say. (Probably that’s why we always have that shouting match - to relieve ourselves. Better have it out in the open at the start than bottle up the emotions).
But there were funny moments too like when I showed him a blown-up picture (we also had to hunt for pictures) and asked, ‘Look, we have to find this picture. It looks like infinity with a semi-curve below it.’ He took one look and replied, ‘That’s a bow tie.’ I looked again, ‘A bow tie?!’ and only then saw that it was indeed a bow tie. Heh.
Of course over the years events happened that necessitated us finding replacements. We are hungry for success and we consider ourselves eager beaver treasure hunters who, while still wanting to have fun, want to win (of course everyone wants to win). We definitely don’t participate for the sake of the freebies – t-shirts, hotel stay, meals, opportunity to travel with one’s mates as a change to being at home (they are incentives but I’d give away the t-shirts as they are always short sleeved; staying at hotels and attending the dinner almost always means missing footie; and out-of-state treasure hunts means more time spent travelling leaving you more knackered at the end of the weekend). So when one mate resigned from TheOrganisaton, we had to rope in a new replacement. It took him a while to get the hang of things (and get used to the shouting in the front seats) and we (read: me the navigator and the driver mate above) had to be extra patient with him (our main passenger is a patient chap, too patient in fact. But we need that balance in the car).
This year, our replacement is away performing his Haj so again we had to look for yet another replacement. Admittedly not an easy task but we somehow managed to lure someone who probably hadn’t any clue as to what he was letting himself for. Oh well, he probably found our exchange of words amusing and entertaining. And he was wise enough to stay out of it.
Due to the austerity drive, the hunt this year was restricted to only the Klang Valley (I heard it was initially planned to end in Malacca) with accommodation provided and closing dinner held at our new premises. There was no subsidy (for fuel or treasures) as was common in previous hunts: in fact the treasures we had to buy were all donated to a charity centre as part of our Volunteers Programme. Smart strategy eh. Anyway, probably due to austerity drive (no opportunity to travel out of state and stay at a hotel and no subsidy; God, I don’t like people who do cherry picking like that) or probably because the hunt took place during the long year-end school hols (I heard it was initially planned for October), the hunt this year didn’t attract as many participants as before.
We were flagged off towards the end as we didn’t arrive that early at the starting point (we never did) but we caught up, fell back behind and caught up again. And we reminded ourselves about the potential horrible Saturday traffic (we had to take the notorious Middle Ring Road - couldn’t avoid that as it was part of the route – and were stuck alright but at least the traffic was moving) and allocated time for an anticipated stuck. We also managed to buy our treasures at a pump station convenience store (where we stopped for washroom break and our sugar snack – treasure hunting definitely requires a lot of energy for all that running, thinking and, ahem, bickering) and at a hypermarket (we had to buy a tin of cream crackers bearing the hypermarket brand) where we ran panting up and down the aisles (I couldn’t even remember the last time I ran) and did supermarket sweep. The counter boy was too slow though despite us telling him repeatedly we were in a race.
We also did something which we hardly managed to do before: arrived at the pit stop with more than an hour to spare; we were the first team too and even had to wait for the officials to arrive to clock in/submit our answers. So surprised were we at this unprecedented achievement that we took a while more poring through our answers, trying to determine whether we had everything covered and bought all the right treasures before clocking in. We were more used to poor time management (spending too much time at any one sector) that towards the end, we’d either lose a turning, lose our way or misread our clues/tulips, then we’d start arguing and shouting all over again and had to really sprint to the pit stop. The time we came in second two years ago was the only time we arrived in time with two minutes to spare; we were always penalised for being late all other times. It’s all how you strategise: one correct answer is worth two points while every additional five minutes or part thereof that exceeding your time limit will lose you two points (up to a maximum of 12 points or 30 minutes before your team is disqualified altogether), so you have to decide those points are worth getting or whether you should just skip the answers and head for the pit stop.
Then there are things beyond your control: your car overheats (like at least two cars at the second sector); your car breaks down; your car tyre suffers a puncture (like what happened to a team once); you lose your way; you get summoned (don’t think this has happened to anyone yet and if you do, you stand a great chance of an immediate disqualification); your car get involved in an accident or is held up by an accident; etc, etc. We’ve had our share of funny horror stories like the time when the car air-conditioner refused to work - it was pouring cats and dogs outside so we couldn’t even roll the windows down and in addition to struggling with figuring out our treasures we were slowly suffocating and dying - and the speedometer also stopped working after that (the most crucial part of all) resulting in us having to manually count the distance covered and guess when the next sector began – lose your distance and you’ll lose the subsequent sectors and answers within those sectors and you’ll drop points. So yes you definitely need to have luck as well.
Back to the hunt on Saturday: after clocking in/submitting our answer sheet and treasures, we went back to the last sector to have a late lunch at a Chinese Muslim resto (owned by a Malay couple though so I was puzzled why they called it a Chinese Muslim restaurant). The lunch was good (plus we had by then forgotten all the angry words exchanged earlier) but it could have been a lot better had the food all arrived at the same time and the waiter got our orders right.
This year, again we made some silly mistakes and missed some answers but (despite the shouting that took place) managed to secure fourth place. One more correct answer and we would have been in third place. Oh well. A little drop from our second place position the year before (we didn’t participate last year) but hey treasure hunt is a bit like footie. You can’t score all the time, you can’t win (or be in top three) all the time (in fact one team which was consistently either in first or second place was disqualified two years ago because they lost their way or something). There was even a footie-related question and as I remarked to some, ‘There is a reward for all those footie watching after all!’
And we could proudly say that we did it all on our own, without help from the others.
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Arsenal were held to an away draw at Boro. My hero skipper who was earlier a doubt for the match was back as were a few others. Liverpool were also held at home with dull Hull, even the Spuds held ManUre to a draw and Chelshit also didn’t manage to hammer the Hammers at home. Unfortunately, we dropped to fifth place as the Villains beat Bolton.
And we face Liverpool this weekend. How scary and frightening indeed. Both had won over ManUre and Chelshit although of course Liverpool are doing much better than Arsenal in the table.
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I finally managed to secure tickets for Mamma Mia! You wouldn’t believe what I had to go through to get them. And the amount we had to pay for each ticket was enough to enable me to fly to Jakarta by the national carrier with change to spare for shopping.
I sure hope it won’t disappoint. It’d better be worth it.
SCRIBBLED BY ADEK FÀB at 12/15/2008 07:51:00 am |
Friday, December 12, 2008
Friday I’m In Love
I’m in love. Oh, definitely and totally. Truly Madly Deeply. He’s a cute and witty eye candy, handsome and charming, humble and down-to-earth. Every time I see him, I smile and my heart sings happily. He’s someone who will return my love with wins.
Yes, I’m sooo in love with this guy. But I’m sure you already gather that from my previous postings.
Friday I’m In Love.
The brown one has a compartment to place one’s purse but is not secured with a zip but both black bags have purse compartments secured with zips.
The store in KLCC no longer stocks the brown bag – it’s already sold out there but is still available at the other two stores.
Friday I’m In Love. And in a dilemma!
Which one do you think I should get (based on the colour, the dimensions, the origin, etc)? I always prefer the Italian but the French one is seriously making me reconsider. Help me decide, please!
SCRIBBLED BY ADEK FÀB at 12/12/2008 05:05:00 pm |
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Good Morning, Vietnam! Part II
Departed KUL for Hà Noi at 1430 and the flight took 3.5 hours. The plane was quite small (Being 737-300) and quite a few Vietnamese were on board too. We landed at Noi Ba International Airport at 1655 local time (Vietnam is an hour behind) and it was some time before I was reunited with my bag; I was one of the last passengers to leave the carousel in fact. I noticed that one of the outer compartments had the tell-tale sign of having been opened and I wasn’t at all pleased about it.
The taxi driver that I had arranged to meet me was already waiting and before long, we were already on the highway heading to the city. It was already dusk when we emerged from the airport and before long, the night had settled. The highway passed paddy fields and agricultural lands and some small towns. There were also some stone markers at the side of the road counting down the km left to the city. Just as I thought we would be on the airport highway all the way to the city, the cabbie made a crazy left turn – ignoring the oncoming traffic - and took a small narrow road with shops and an even narrower pedestrian walkway lining up on both sides of the road.
Oh and by the way, do they really love to use the horn.
Arrived at the hotel shortly after 6 pm and it was a very fast check-in. My room was a simple single en-suite room. That was when I discovered that my luggage padlock was missing and no doubt my bag had already been tampered with while in transit. Even the bag containing my undergarments was not spared. You can imagine just how violated I felt then. I was just seething with anger and fury, wondering where the violation and breach of trust had taken place: at KLIA or at Noi Ba.
I left the hotel and went to the Tourist Information Centre just diagonally across my hotel at Cau Go. Then I walked in search of dinner and found the only (or one of the only two?) halal restaurants left in Hanoi, Nisa Restaurant at 90 Nguyen Huu Huan Street. I had pho bo (beef noodle soup) for dinner.
After dinner, I walked along the busy streets of Hanoi (made busier by the motorbikes and cyclos coming from all directions) until I came upon the Dong Xuan night market which stretched all the way from Hang Dao, Hang Ngang, Hang Duong before ending at Dong Xuan. The hawkers mainly sold clothes and some handicrafts (not many). I also found a mosque - definitely the only one here but it was already closed for the day. Returned to the market but after a while, the crowds started getting to me. A sure sign for me as any to head back to the hotel.
I booked a day tour to Halong Bay for the next day and a city tour for the day after with the hotel (decided to skimp and not spend the night at Halong after all - initial plan was to spend a night on one of the junks there), spent some time on the Internet before retiring to my room.
My room had no window. A shame you say? A blessing actually as I was spared the noisy Hanoi traffic. The traffic was as bad as in Ho Chi Minh City and motorcycles ruled!
A little advice for travellers: bring USD and change to VND in Vietnam instead of changing say your MYR into VND in Malaysia. The difference is tremendous; MYR1 will only get you VND2000+ in Malaysia but will get you about VND4600 in Vietnam. However, it’s not easy to change your MYR in Vietnam as I discovered so just bring USD and you’ll be fine.
Saturday, 6 December 2008
An early start - morning prayers are earlier in this part of the world. Left the hostel at around 0815. I was running late and had a very light breakfast. After picking up passengers, we set off for Halong Bay about 165 km away or 3.5 hours on a good day and more if you're unlucky. We took the Chuong Duong Bridge to cross the Red River out of Hanoi and saw the Long Biên Bridge on our left, built by Gustave Eiffel. The traffic out of Hanoi was bad and we were bumper to bumper for about half an hour before we finally got ourselves out of the jam. Oh and on the way, we passed Gia Lam Airbase from where John McCain (still remember him?) was sent back after being POW in Vietnam for five years after his plane was shot down.
There were a group of nine Irish travellers, some Americans, an English couple, a Japanese couple, some Vietnamese as well and another Malaysian who now resides in Melbourne besides yours truly.
We reached Halong Bay after 1 pm. We boarded our boat and went all over the bay. Unfortunately for us, the sunny weather of Hanoi didn’t extend to Halong; it was overcast in Halong and a bit chilly what with the wind. According to the BBC weather forecast, it was supposed to be around 20C during the day in Hanoi for the five days I was there so I packed light.
We sailed for about an hour admiring the rock formations and monolithic islands that Halong Bay is famed for, so much so it is recognised as one of the two of Vietnam’s World Heritage Sites. We stopped at a little fishing village for a while and then the boat docked in the middle of Thiên Cung and Dao Go caves. It was incredible being in the caves. The stalactites and stalagmites were really large and in some cases, you wouldn't know where one started and one ended.
We left at about 4 something and headed back to Hanoi.
I joined the English couple (Danny and Susan), the other Malaysian (Richard) and his American colleague Michael for dinner. Danny and Susan are travelling throughout Asia, Australia, (probably New Zealand too?) and South America before heading back to Blighty for nine months! Richard and Michael were in Hanoi for a business trip and extended their stay by a day. We sure made an unusual quintet and attracted some attention. Dinner was had at Little Hanoi, recommended by the Lonely Planet. Danny and Susan were leaving that night for Hue by train.
We parted ways after dinner and Richard, Michael and I stopped at a DVD store and bought some DVDs. It was a long tiring but satisfactory day for me.
Oh a little side note: it was on the Halong Bay trip when I discovered that some squat toilets in some washrooms in this part of the world have no doors...
Sunday, 7 December 2008
This morning, I joined a tour of five (the other four were Australians) for a city tour. First we went to the Ho Chí Minh Mausoleum (closed Mondays and Fridays so the queue today was quite long). The mausoleum is located in the Ba Ðình Square in Hanoi and modelled after the Lenin’s Mausoleum in Red Square in Moscow. Cameras, cell phones and drinks are not allowed in. After passing through security check, we filed into a row and walked along the road and into the mausoleum, up the stairs and into the chamber and down the stairs and out again, all in revered silence. The preserved body of Uncle Ho was in a glass-encased tomb and flanked by four guards on either side of his head and feet. Actually, his wish was to be cremated and his ash to be scattered all over Vietnam but the government ‘disobeyed’ this wish. We were allowed to take pictures at the Ba Ðình Square within certain parameters. The Heroes Memorial is at the far end of Bac Son across Ba Ðình Square. Then we walked to the Presidential Palace nearby. It was built by the French and offered to President Ho Chi Minh but he refused to stay there, stating it was too large. He moved to the vestige behind the Palace and stayed there instead (he also moved into a house on stilts after that).
After that, we drove to Văn Mieu or the Temple of Literature. This temple was founded in 1070 as a Confucian temple. In 1076, Vietnam’s first university was established within the temple to educate Vietnam's bureaucrats, royalty and other members of the elite. I only found out the difference between pagodas and temples: temples are built to revere saints or well-known people whereas pagodas are built to revere Buddha.
Next, we went to the Vietnam Museum of Ethnology which focuses on the 54 different ethnic groups in Vietnam. So Vietnamese are not all Viet, but more than that. There are also outdoor exhibits of tribal dwellings outside the museum.
We stopped for lunch (seafood and vegetarian dishes served, hurray) and after lunch, we walked to Hoàn Kiem Lake (Lake of the Returned Sword). We crossed the Huc Bridge to the Ngoc Son Temple (Jade Mountain Temple) on Jade Island and spent some Kodak moments there.
The last pit-stop on The Amazing Race around Hanoi was to Tran Quoc Pagoda by the West Lake (the largest lake In Hanoi). There was a tower of eleven layers of Buddha there and some tombs.
We parted ways after this and I walked to Hang Luoc to find Al-Nour Mosque. The mosque was closed and locked though and I could see no sign of any local Muslims around. Then I walked to the nearby Cho Dong Xuan. It’s a market that sells low-priced garments etc and didn’t really look exciting. Then I walked all around the Old Quarter before heading back to the hotel to rest.
I strolled around the neighbourhood before having dinner where I met a fellow Malaysian who’s now a professor at a university in Melbourne. Then I walked to the nearby Thang Long Water Puppet Theatre for the 2115 water puppet show. This puppet show started off in the Red River Delta over 1,000 years ago and they used puppets playing in water depicting daily life of villagers (planting paddy, fishing, children playing) and myths/legends too (four dragons dancing, phoenixes dancing and legend of the restored sword). In essence, the show tells of a romantic simple life of bygone days, well, at least to me. To the right side of the stage (to the audience’s left) was the group of musicians who played the traditional instruments that formed the background music and supplied some of the dialogues and songs for the show.
The show lasted for 45 minutes. At the end, the people who played the puppets came up behind the screen to meet the audience for a brief while.
Monday, 8 December 2008. Eid-al Adha
I went back to sleep, or at least tried to go back to sleep, after morning prayers. I said tried to because I could hear the Caucasians who stayed at the hotel returning to their rooms in their inebriated state. Then it was the cleaning ladies who came to do their usual job. When I finally got up at 8 something, I realised immediately that there was no electricity. It turned out the whole Old Quarter (if not the whole of Hanoi!) suffered power outage today. Madness. And remember my room had no window so it was pitch dark until I got a stub of a candle from one of the cleaning ladies (which died out just after I finished my breakfast). The shops were still opened though.
I went to the Tourist Information Centre to enquire on the airport shuttle bus. Turned out there was such service on an hourly basis too. So I walked by Hoàn Kiem Lake and then turned to Tran Nguyen Han before turning to Tong Dan. The shuttle stop is next to Thang Long Opera Hotel. And the tickets, sold at the hotel reception, cost only VND25000 or USD2 (the hotel taxi would have cost me USD15 in comparison; same duration). I paid in VND as USD2 equals VND34000 or so, plus I figured I might as well start getting rid of my VND.
After that I walked down Tong Dan to the Opera House. Oh my, it is such a gorgeous building and looks distinctly French. Hardly surprising considering it is a small-scale replica of the Paris Opéra or Palais Garnier. I also went to have a peek at the Vietnam History Museum and Revolution Museum. Then I made my way back to the shopping district. Shopping day today! Oh, I also met some fellow Malaysians who were curious at me travelling alone. And they were surprised when I told them I flew MAS; turned out they paid more for their AirAsia tickets, a difference of more than RM300 per person!
Lunch was had at The Whole Earth Restaurant which offered vegetarian set menu. Headed back to the hotel for a while after lunch (still no electricity) before heading out again, this time to Hang Gai. And that was when and where I discovered that Hang Gai is the street to go in Hanoi if you want to look for silk clothes, embroidered table linen and embroidered pictures for framing.
Electricity was restored at around 3 pm. Hurrah!
Back to the hotel to store my goods and for prayers before heading out to get take-away dinner.
Tuesday, 9 December 2008
I went to the banks today to try change some MYR and finally changed my money at the Tourist Information Centre (horrible rate). Set off for Thang Long Opera Hotel to catch my shuttle to the airport. It took only 12 minutes of walking with my trolley bag and that included dodging the crazy traffic. Not bad at all. Spent the next 35 minutes waiting anxiously for the shuttle. It only came at 1115 (scheduled to come at 1100 so you can imagine my anxiety; I thought I’d missed the bus or there was no service). And I was the sole passenger. I guess not too many people knew of the service.
Reached the airport less than an hour later. Check-in was a breeze. And MAS passengers didn’t have to pay the USD14 departure tax either (not sure about AirAsia passengers). There were some souvenir shops at the airport of course but I couldn’t decide how to spend the remainder of my VND (which I reserved for the departure tax) and ended up buying nothing, reasoning I’d rather buy nothing than buy something I don’t need.
Landed at KLIA at 1835 and as my bag was among the first ones out this time, I managed to get the 1900 ERL train to KL.
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I note the following major differences between the political capital of Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City, the largest city in Vietnam:
- The lady passengers in Hanoi sit astride on the motorcycles whereas in Saigon, some of the ladies sit sideways instead of astride
- I hardly saw any lady wearing áo dài in Hanoi whereas this was a common sight in Saigon
- Different products are sold: in Saigon, shops selling ‘clog shoes’ with silk embroidered/beaded straps are aplenty but there were only one or two that I managed to find in Hanoi. Even the silk cosmetic bags are different. The ones in Saigon are mainly beaded but the ones in Hanoi are mainly embroidered. Of course there are some common products sold like lacquerwear
- You need to go around the narrow streets of Hanoi to browse the shops. While you can do the same in Saigon, you can also shop for your souvenirs under one roof at Ben Thành Market
- Quite a few shops in Hanoi sell snake whisky which I didn’t see at all in Saigon. Am guessing this is because of the capital’s proximity to Laos (I first saw snake whisky in that small Laotian village we stopped at after ‘cruising’ the Mekong)
- There were more street peddlers in Hanoi, each balancing on their shoulders their weight of fruits, vegetables, instant meals for sale (their loads must be heavy and I wondered again and again if they managed to sell off their goods. I hope so).
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Arsenal beat Wigan by a narrow margin on Saturday. Yes, one nil to the Arsenal again. Apparently it was a dull game by Arsenal standards and Eboue who substitued Nasri was himself substituted. I was glued to the BBC live text as the TV in the room didn’t have any sports coverage. Heck, make that hardly any coverage of any TV station at all.
SCRIBBLED BY ADEK FÀB at 12/10/2008 01:35:00 pm |
Monday, December 01, 2008
Bend It Like Beckham
Couldn’t sleep well last night
I tossed and turned
Fretting about the match
It was the London derby match I’m referring to of course. I only realised the kick-off was at midnight local time and not at 11 pm (I’d be able to watch the first half at least) at 10 something and decided to head for bed instead.
But sleep wouldn’t come. I kept fretting and worrying. Arsenal’s luck has been like a yoyo of late while the host of the match was Chelshit, the Premier League's leading scorers with the best defence and a superb goalie too (how did they manage to score five against Sunderland and made it look so easy when all we could only manage a last-minute draw?). Arsenal, meanwhile, had gone 222 minutes without a Premier League goal. This match was the 150th Premier League appearance for Cesc and his first EPL match as skipper.
It has been 40 years since a team lost five of their first 14 top-flight matches and went on to win the title. But give up we shall not and should not.
As I missed the match but instead slept so poorly I might as well have watched it, I’ll let BBC tell us what happened (first I dreamt Arsenal won, then I dreamt again they won, and the third time I dreamt Chelshit won). And what do you know, van Persie scored a brace. I suppose the mightier the opponent, the better our prospects. Read more about it here, here, here and here.
No, van Persie didn’t bend like Beckham but he did bend over backwards in this match (which is more than what we can say for Adebayor who acted like a tourist taking in the London sights for the better part of the match). We’ve missed you, Robin! And please next time, don’t do anything stupid again and get yourself another red card, OK.
And Arsenal, while we know it’s the season to be charitable and generous, please do us all a favour and don’t give away a win again, OK?
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The Willow Foundation has teamed up with respected British artist, Julie-Anne Gilburt to hold the stars on canvas art exhibition. Bob Wilson, the former Arsenal goalie, and wife Megs founded the Willow Foundation in 1999 in memory of their daughter, Anna who died of cancer aged 31. The Willow Foundation provides special days for cancer patients aged between 16 and 40. Go here to find out more about the foundation and the drawings made by Cesc, Tony Adams, Bendtner, Denilson, Lee Dixon, Eduardo, Perry Groves, Pat Jennings, Frank McLintock, Sagna, David Seaman, Robin van Persie, Walcott, Wenger, Bob Wilson and even the London mayor himself.
And here’s the drawing done by Cesc.
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I’ve mentioned of large-scale deaths before and of late, there seems to be a repeat of those: Mumbai attacks, Brazilian flood, Nigerian riots... I also dreamt witnessing a tsunami a few nights ago. I wonder why.
SCRIBBLED BY ADEK FÀB at 12/01/2008 01:34:00 pm |
Labels: ARSENAL, CESC, MISCELLANEOUS