Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Krabi, Baby

I had planned for this trip since September as this year’s birthday present for good mate, Elle, in return for her and Peach’s birthday present to me last year. Elle’s birthday is in February but we agreed that end-March would be a better date to travel.

Friday, 27 March 2009

While I do plan for my trips way in advance, I don’t however pack well in advance. So I was frantically packing (and also doing laundry) this morning. Was running late and left micasa after 0915. Met up with Elle at KL Sentral and took the SkyBus to LCCT. We arrived just in time to check in. Flight took off on time at 1205 but we landed about 10 minutes earlier than scheduled. Even though we didn’t check in our bags (I’d never packed that light before!), the bus we took from the airport waited for all the other passengers so it was some time before we finally left. The bus passed Krabi town on its way to Ao Phra Nang (more commonly referred to as Ao Nang) and we were dropped off right in front of our hotel some 45 minutes later.

After checking in, we stepped out into the hot afternoon sun to find our late lunch. There is a significant Muslim community in Krabi province (in fact, there is a mosque being built about ten metres from our hotel) so finding halal food was not a problem at all. There are many eateries that will cater to your taste-bud – from restaurants and stalls selling local and international food to mobile hawkers selling fried pad thai and pancakes (with all types of fillings and tops!) and fruit shakes and juices. Trust me, you will not get hungry there.

Our meal was all right (not too great) but enough to re-energise us. We then walked down the street to the beach. There were other tourists getting off their respective boats back from their respective tours; there were tourists tanning themselves (I spied some sunbathing topless!); there were some local people promoting their respective establishment’s spa services; and of course there were those just walking around just as we were doing. We walked leisurely along the Phai Plong beach to the south-end of the Nopparat Thara beach where we hung around watching the daily life before heading back. We didn’t return directly to the hotel but walked further to find some fruit stalls we saw earlier while on the bus (no durians though). By the way, there were so many accommodations on offer along the road and the beachfront that it would be hard to imagine being homeless there. Oh and boy, do they have the cutest, furriest cats there in Ao Nang.

Back at our room, we discussed where to go the next day and having made up our minds, we asked the hotel to help make bookings for us. Dinner was had from one of the sidewalk stalls – this time the pad thai was delicious.

Saturday, 28 March 2009

We had booked a ‘Four Islands tour’ today and we were picked up just before 0900. It was a fine bright morning (contrary to the BBC Weather forecast that predicted it would rain the whole duration we were there) and by 0945, we were already in our speedboat heading out into the Andaman Sea. Our first stop was at Koh Tup (Tup Island) sand banks where the sand banks that form during low tide enable you to walk from one island to another. We stayed until about 1030 when the sand banks started disappearing under the high tide. Our boat then passed Koh Hua Khwan or Chicken Island – so-called because there was this rock formation jutting out that resembles a head of a chicken (though it looked more like a turkey head to me). Next we stopped at a nearby island for snorkelling. I was a bit disappointed as I had expected to see corals and more fish/marine life as when I snorkelled in Tioman and Redang Islands in Malaysia. Oh well...

After 30 minutes or so, we boarded the boat back and went to Koh Poda (Poda Island). We stopped here to relax, have lunch and swim. Elle swam; I didn’t though. Instead I was content to laze on the mat (you need a mat here because of the fallen cones from the trees) until it was time to leave at 1300.

Our final stop was at Hat Tham Phra Nang (Phra Nang Cave Beach). I liked this beach better than the beach at Poda Island because of its fine-grained white sand and crystalline water shadowed at some areas by the tall overhanging magnificent cliffs. There were also some caves and one of it is said to be home of a mythical princess. Local fishermen place carved wooden phalli in the cave as offerings to the princess so that she will provide plenty of fish for them. Hmm, a very interesting and intriguing concept indeed (by the way, did you read about the bloke who painted a phallus on his parents’ mansion? They were not amused of course). The water was pleasant though I was surprised to note how deep it was after only a few feet in (I thought I could wade around). If you’re adventurous enough, you could swim to one end and climbed up to the cliff and jump off into the sea from there. Unfortunately, we could only stay there for 30 minutes.

We returned back to the boat reluctantly for our journey back to the mainland. We reached the hotel at 1430 and after showering, we rested and napped – until dark!

We decided not to book any more tour for the next day but instead explore the town of Krabi on our own. Dinner was had at a halal restaurant (no curried crab though). We then walked down to the beachfront before returning back to the hotel.

Sunday, 29 March 2009

This morning, we went out for a walk along the beach. We sighted a wooden bridge that led to some steps and decided to follow it. Sun, our friendly hotel staff, had earlier told us that there was a hotel on the side of the cliff facing our hotel and that it was not very easily accessible. Due to its location, this hotel also had a private beach. And true enough, after huffing and puffing (I’m so unfit), we reached the Centara Grand Beach Resort and Villas. We walked along the ‘jetty’ and sat there for a while before heading back the same way we came. We also stopped for some pancakes and fruit shakes on our way back (banana and peanut butter pancake for me, coconut and chocolate pancake for Elle). Yummy!!!

We only left for town at almost 1 pm. The ‘bus’ (more like a song thaew) ride took about 40-45 minutes and cost THB50 until 6 pm after which it would cost THB60. Alas, Krabi town was a dead town on Sundays. We walked to the Khong Kha Pier and took a long-tail boat upriver along the mangrove forest to Khao Khanab Nam Cave. This cave is apparently regarded as the symbol of Krabi (don’t ask why). We climbed up the wooden staircase into a cave of stalactites and stalagmites. We also sighted some bats. Unfortunately, it had started to rain very heavily by then (so BBC Weather was right after all for today) so we were quite wet by the time we returned to the boat.

Next, the boat took us to a fisherman village at Koh Klang. It had stopped raining by the time we got there and we were given some demonstrations on how the locals use floating baskets to farm their fish. There were also two tortoiseshell turtles there. It started raining again just as the demonstrations ended so we sat out the rain in the fisherman’s hut before getting back on the boat.

We walked around the shops before sitting down for some beef noodle and the ‘fish paste’ (otak-otak) dishes that we had bought earlier (spicy!). Then we walked to the food market (the dominant traders here were Muslims) before we found a centre where we had our Thai and foot massages respectively. We then checked out the Night Market (the night market started at 5 and lasted until 10 pm) before boarding the bus back to Ao Nang.

We browsed at the shops first before dinner. I was happy to discover that the Nike store had the Fàbregas t-shirt I was eyeing at a higher price (there are things that are cheaper in KL after all!). After browsing at the shops, we browsed the restaurants for our dinner before we finally managed to locate one that sold curried crab. Yum yum!!!

Monday, 30 March 2009

As it was not a Manic Monday, we slept in and only woke up at almost 8. Oh and did I have lovely dreams. I dreamt of Clichy who was contemplating a move to Chelshit (not that lovely) and then I also dreamt of Cesc. Yes, CESC himself. I think this is the second time I’ve dreamt of him. I can’t wait to see him again this weekend after all these months.

There was some water shortage but it was restored quickly. After breakfast, we walked to get our last order of pancake and fruit shake. We hurried back to the hotel to check out and it was barely five minutes before the airport bus arrived to bring us to the airport.

We landed at LCCT at 3 pm. I told Elle I am beginning to like the idea of not checking in my luggage on my future trips as it takes so darn long to wait for your luggage (once I managed to buy instant noodles - and ate them all up and I ate them slowly too as I don’t like to eat piping hot food, called up my parents and visited the washroom twice before the bags even started making their appearance on the conveyor belt). We just about managed to board our respective 1530 buses back to our destinations.

Until our next escapade then!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

When The Lights Go Out

To the tune of Five’s When The Lights Go Out:


When I flick the switch, make your choice wanna flick now
I can flick it off ‘cause I’m ready and prepared now
Swing with me people, give us all you support
It’s just for an hour and it’ll make you feel hot
You know what I wanna do and that I hope you feel the same way too
Do it through the whole hour
It’s about time that we turned out the lights


Are you prepared for Earth Hour this Saturday? Click here to see how you can help.




But there will be one place that I think will not observe Earth Hour. Can you take a guess?





Come on. Take a guess.





Still can’t guess it? Old Trafford – because old Froggie is running amok and giving his players his infamous hairdryer treatment. Yup, the hairdryer is on full time and the electricity bill is soaring... Ha ha!

For those who don’t know, ‘Froggie hairdryer’ is when SAF subjects his players to a head-to-head tongue-lashing. He doesn’t use a real hairdryer – but he may fling some footwear or whatever he can get his hands to throw or legs to kick.

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I am currently eyeing and longing for a redcurrant/maroon Cesc Fàbregas Nike t-shirt. Saw it at one of KLIA’s duty-free stores and the Nike outlet of KLCC. It still costs the same at the KLCC outlet though (so much for duty-free!) but I’m so not going to pay the retail price. Any takers?

Oh, and the clubs will be getting new kit for the new season. Not too thrilled with Arsenal’s away colour though.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

A Belated Mother’s Day* Post

* Mother’s Day is celebrated on various days in the world. The UK celebrated this year’s Mother’s Day on Sunday, 22 March 2009. Thanks to dearest Adam and Farah for the Mother’s Day text – I’m the coolest aunty ever apparently! Ask them if you don’t believe me.

I used to dream of having a pair of children (I reason I would/should not be greedy and settle for only two. Besides, I doubt I’m capable of having more than that – mentally and physically). If I can have my way, I’d want my first child to be a boy. I even have a ready name for him. I have dreams of the things we’ll do as a family, the places we’ll go, the things we’ll learn together and the times we’ll spend.





I’d want my children to be independent. My boy can deliver papers around the neighbourhood or participate in community work. He can also work at the local convenience store. I believe in that – letting go while still protecting your children (is it ever possible in this increasingly dangerous world anyway? But hey, I can still dream). I hope my boy will learn to value time and money, to understand the importance of education, to respect his elders, to protect his younger sibling etc, etc. And my girl (if I’m blessed to have one; I wouldn’t mind two boys) can follow her brother’s footsteps.




I get angry when I see parents scolding their children over some silly mistakes. C’mon, like you never make mistakes of your own? If only they know how lucky they are to have healthy children, how blessed they are to be entrusted to be parents. And when I pass a school near my workplace, sometimes I find myself looking at the students and wishing that I’m sending my own child(ren) to school too.

It seems I will continue on to dream - as Kylie sings it: ‘Dreaming’s all I do. If only they come true’. But there’s no harm to that, is there? What I know for sure is that I don’t think (at this stage) that I’ll ever be noble enough to be a quick-fix instant mum to anyone’s children. And I wonder too: what if I am tested with a disabled child? Will I be able to accept him/her; will I be able to love him/her; will I blame myself for that? Scary (disturbing) thoughts.

I believe God has a reason for everything. Maybe I won’t be a good mother. Maybe I’m not string enough to cope with my own children. Maybe I’ll suffer from post-partum depression and hurt my baby in the process. Maybe, maybe, maybe. God knows best of course. For now I’ll just make do by being a good aunt to my nieces and nephew and to Adam and Farah.







Cor, seriously, don’t you think Cesc and sister Carlotta were just the cutest kids? Baby, Baby, be my baby/let me be your baby and let me have your babies.

All pictures are googled as usual.

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Some people treat pets like their own children (I know our family does). As a friend put it: ‘Our pets are well taken care of, well-fed, spoilt, adored, loved, cared for at all times (even when we are away), well-groomed, well-mannered (OK, occasional bouts of screaming when hungry which is not unlike all spoilt kids), but generally well-behaved. Like all parents, we think our cats (and kids) are the cutest in the world, even if evidence shown to the contrary. We deny if we’re told they’re spoilt silly, because we love them desperately. We’re blinded by our blind love and loyalty. Pet-owners, like parents with young children, must be responsible for the upkeep, behaviour, and (mis)deeds of our kids.’

The stupid visiting cat, Ginger Ale, thought it was cute and thoughtful to bring back a present for me this morning – in the form of a dead rodent. I was so shocked that I almost let out a blood-curdling scream (not sure if I was more terrified at the sight of the dead rodent or angry with Ginger Ale). I hope he disposes off the body thoughtfully. I don’t fancy having to do it for him when I come back from work today. And I don’t even consider him my cat! Grrr, I’m so not amused or impressed.

Oh I am so going to strangle that cat (I’m sure parents feel like strangling their children occasionally too so I’m not a mental case).

Btw the half-blind young cat I mentioned earlier has gone missing for a week now.

Monday, March 23, 2009

My Spring Equinox Weekend

I had been looking for a hat for a few weeks now. It wasn’t easy to find a store besides Axxezz that sells a hat. Apart from a hat that will not make me look strange, I wanted something that is fashionable (and yet without those shiny buckles and fancy bows) and yet stylishly simple (I know, I know, I have tough criteria). I want something practical and yet functional (and can keep me from the sun or more importantly unwanted UV exposure). I finally managed to buy one on Saturday at Isetan - after trying dozens on (hey it wasn’t easy to find one that will not make me look ridiculous or strange).

It was also a sunny, bright and scorching weekend – if you ever need proof of global warming, the current daily temperatures should do. Headed back to my parents’ after my hat purchase.

Watched Fulham disposed off ManUre (funny, the very Devils who were red-carded were the ones to score against Fulham in their earlier clash and even ‘funnier’ was that the visitors also thrashed Fulham four goals to nil in their FA Cup encounter a fortnight ago) and then watched a bit of the boring London derby (Spuds against Chelshit). ManUre and Chelshit have now both lost four and five matches respectively; Arsenal have lost in five matches too and yet we were condemned like anything. And we have drawn in the same number of matches as Liverpool, but yet we were criticised like it was the end of the season for us already. Of course, a few short weeks ago, we were on the brink of trailing the Villains by eight blinking points but how our fortunes have changed since (and no, I’m not complaining!).

I didn’t watch the Newcastle-Arsenal
match because it only kicked off at 1730 GMT and only caught the highlights on Football Extra. Almunia saved a penalty in a goalless first half before the goals started coming in in the second half with four goals scored in ten minutes. At the end, it was Toon gloom. And Arsenal are the only team to be left unbeaten so far in 2009.





BBC Sport Player Rater man of the match: Arsenal's Andrey Arshavin 7.93 (on 90 minutes).
Mirror also rates him MOTM. By the way, did you know that Liverpool and Man Sh*tty also tried to get Shava?




Just to share some news of the Cesc spit spat: UEFA have backed Cesc’s claim that he didn’t spit at Ballack and even Bayern München leapt to Cesc’s defence. Wenger has said Arsenal will cooperate to any investigation (and that is all we want to say about the allegation) and that he has no intention of stopping his players from going on the pitch after games at the Emirates.

Arsenal were drawn to play with the Yellow Submarine in the Quarter-Finals of the Champions League (I’m happy and so is
Pires. Now if only ManUre were drawn to play with Barcelona...). We had met them before – and we were also fighting for fourth spot then. If Arsenal advance to the last four of the Champions League they will face ManUre or Porto. So it could be an all-English or an all-Spanish final. What is definite is that there will not be a Liverpool-Chelshit final.


Thursday, March 19, 2009

Spit Spat



Just a bit more on the Spit Spat issue. According to a stunned Cesc, ‘I was on the pitch at the end of the game celebrating with my team-mates but I promise I did not do anything wrong.’ He went on to say that ‘But I don’t know why they are saying these things about me because it did not happen. That is the truth. I don’t even know who the assistant manager of Hull is or what he looks like. I am told Hull will be making an official complaint to the FA about me. Well, I am perfectly relaxed about that. I have nothing to hide. Not one drop of spit left my mouth. I am certain of that.’

Cesc, still furious, has said he has nothing to hide and also denied spitting on Ballack earlier.

I like Wenger’s reaction. I think Phil Brown is a mean and bitter person to be going on and on about that (spit spat after being put in the spot) rather than his players’ time-wasting mistakes (and those are bookable offences). What can he comment on anyway, he knows his players were guilty of that (Hull themselves have amazingly short memories, getting to that round with dodgy refereeing decisions, pooh!). He also lied when he said Wenger never shook hands with him either at the Emirates or the KC Stadium. What a liar. I suggest he take a good look at this picture.


Liar Liar


And what is Phil ranting on about Cesc’s attire? Arsenal players are very conscious of the way they dress, as admitted by babe-magnet Nasri. And look at how they dressed when attending the Mikael Silvestre Schools For Hope Charity Dinner at the Grosvenor Hotel. Fashion passion is what I call it. Besides Cesc and a few others have been attending matches in their casual clothes anyway and no one has ever said anything about it so why now?




Both Cesc and Horton are standing their ground (can’t help thinking of this when I hear Horton’s name). As for Horton, well, he’s a racist anyway.




I’m only doing what any other fan would do: stand by my club and stand by my man.




Go here for the top 10 spats in the footie world, that is if you aren’t already tired of it.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Irish Luck


It was the fourth game in just nine days for Arsenal. We already needed luck to win the penalty shootout in Rome and now we needed some Irish Luck to progress in the FA Cup. How fitting for the match to be played on St Patrick’s Day.

Arsenal was at first swimming around in the sea of uncertainty before wisdom struck and they started swimming back to the shore. And they showed enough spirit to eventually tame the Tigers and come back from behind to win the game, thanks to goals from van Persie and Gallas and some Irish Luck.







Five of Hull players saw yellow but their manager thought the match was controversial enough. Then there were spitting allegations with Cesc (earlier alleged to be the instigator of the Pizza-gate incident) somehow managing to get involved despite being a spectator due to injury, an allegation he denied via the club page. And Phil Brown was harping on Wenger’s refusal to shake hands.


And there I was merely walking past Hull players to my team-mates minding my own business
And here I was looking on from a distance of more than 10 feet away
Who, me? I’m no disgrace, the only disgrace is the articles suggesting so


Whatever (believe it or not, all these years of watching footie and I can still not tell an offside). All that matters is that Arsenal will make their first appearance at the new Wembley on 18 April and with it the possibility of ending a four-year silverware drought (wonder if the visit to Merseyside scheduled for 19 April will be deferred).

BBC Sport Player Rater man of the match: Arsenal's very own Russian leprechaun Andrey Arshavin 8.20 (on 90 minutes).




Happy birthday and St Paddy’s, Pat Rice.


Tuesday, March 17, 2009

My Irish Cat

There was this one very lovely young cat which stayed with us at one point. It had a snow white coat and the bluest eyes you ever saw (even bluer than some Siamese cats) so much so I called it my Irish Cat. With such a coat and eyes of that colour, what else could I call it?

Unfortunately, Irish Cat was a disabled cat (yes, we had a three-legged cat and we had a disabled cat too but not at the same time. And currently, we have a half-blind young cat at home).

According to Mummy, Irish Cat was hit by some older male cats when she was still a kitten and as a result, she somehow lost the use of her hind legs. To move around, she would scrape the ground with her forelegs and dragged her body to move forward.

To keep Irish Cat safe, we placed her in a little hut, which was built on stilts. There were nettings in front of the hut for ventilation and for Irish Cat to get a glimpse of the outside world. We kept her locked in there most of the time because we dared not risk her getting hurt again. Besides, it could not move fast enough if attacked. Whenever we approached the hut to feed Irish Cat or just to say hello, she would sidle over to the front and greet us excitedly and enthusiastically. I suspect she was hungry for company and crave for attention. I tried to visit Irish Cat whenever I could.

As if her disability was not enough to hinder her movements, Irish Cat also had a scar/wound which bled occasionally throughout her life. Mummy would apply some sea cucumber ointment on her scars and Irish Cat endured this bravely. It must be so painful for her, poor little kitty. Sometimes I’d apply the ointment on her wound myself too and each time, I’d try to smile and talk cheerfully to her although it must have hurt her big time and I felt like crying myself. But Irish Cat was also a quiet and brave cat who never meowed her pleasure or howled out her pain. She just took everything in her stride and endured her pain with quiet acceptance and dignity. I still wonder if Irish Cat kept her pain to herself because she was afraid we would drive her out (which we wouldn’t of course).

There were times when the hut door became unlocked or not closed properly, enabling Irish Cat to push against the door and fall down on the ground. I suspected she didn’t mind the pain of the thud or the fall for at least she was free to roam the grounds within her limited ability. She looked happy and excited enough to explore the larger world beyond her little enclosure the few times she was out. But we would quickly put her back in the hut, apologetic in our act, conscious that we were cutting short her rare times out in the sun but mindful that she was vulnerable to attacks and/or infections on her perpetually unhealed wound.

Sadly though, Irish Cat didn’t live long.

I like to think that Irish Cat is now happily in cat heaven, running around on four perfectly good legs and that she doesn’t bleed anymore. That she doesn’t hurt anymore. That she has found her voice and now meows happily as she stalks her new territory. Somehow that’s important to me. And occasionally when I think of her, I’d start crying (as I am, typing this post). Because Irish Cat, despite – and maybe because of – her disability, occupies a special place in my heart always.

I hope that one day, I’ll meet her again. Perhaps I won’t recognise her again, especially if she now has the use of all her legs. But I don’t even meet her in my dreams, not yet anyway.

And so I thought it is fitting to write about my Irish Cat on this St Patrick’s Day even though I’m not a Catholic or Irish or celebrate St Paddy’s.

Sometimes when you least expect it, you make an impact on someone else’s life. And sometimes, a presence of something unexpected can have an impact in your life. Even if it’s a small disabled cat as in my case.

Rest in peace, my beautiful Irish Cat.

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I dreamt of Tommy last night. I don’t know why when I hardly ever think of him anymore. Yet he still appears in my dreams occasionally. And for some reason, I hope he still dreams of me too. I hope I still haunt his dreams and occupy his waking thoughts.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Fantastic Four

What a Fantastic Four weekend it was for me! Allow me to share it with you.

#1: I went to check out the Crocs sale at MVMM Friday lunchtime (found out about the sale the Friday before en route to Bangkok). Not surprisingly, only a few of the sale items were left and only in limited sizes and colours. Found a pair that I liked (in Ruby/Cotton Candy colour) but not in my size. The shop assistant was helpful enough to help check for me and apparently the Ikano store still had it and if I went there on the day itself, I might be able to get it. Now, I hardly ever go to Ikano and wasn’t keen to make the trip.

Later that evening, it occurred to me to check with the 1 Utama store if it still had the pair I liked in my size. Searched for the receipt of my last purchase (it pays being a hoarder at times!) and discovered that yes, the store still had it.

10 am sharp on Saturday morning saw me arriving at 1 Utama. I managed to grab the last pair in the colour I like and in my size too. At first the shop assistants wanted me to pay cash and after arguing with them (‘Why can’t I pay by card? It’s not part of the terms of sale,’ I pointed out) and the cashier calling up someone, they finally agreed to let me use my card. Made the cross-city trek to PWTC for the MATTA fair shortly after the purchase.

#2: Liverpool paid ManUre a visit. Cristina converted a penalty to put the home side ahead and apparently, every time he scored at Old Trafford, ManUre never lost. Well, I thought, there’s always a first time for everything. And what do you know, ManUre are stoppable after all and Liverpool put four goals behind van der Sar. I was watching the match and laughing out loud every time the Reds scored. Good job, Poo!

#3: Earlier in the week, Arsenal hosted Burnley and at the end of the week, they hosted Blackburn. Wenger made four changes to the Roman conquerors. The Gunners were helped by an early goal – so fast it was difficult to determine who actually scored but it finally emerged that the wrong André (Ooijer) scored an own goal although our own Andrey was also involved. The lads played much better in the second half. Bendtner was frustratingly profligate (I was slapping my thighs hard every time he missed and only realised it when my thighs hurt and smarted. Dang you Bendtner, we could have had a cricket or at least a tennis score - and that would help with our goal difference tally - and my thighs hurt!) and Walcott had his acrobatic shot saved before finally Shava decided to take matters into his hand by scoring from an impossibly tight angle. His first goal at Arsenal, and with his stitched up right foot too! I was shouting so loud – never mind it was after midnight. He also helped with the third goal - his deflected shot was kicked in by Eboue and Eboue even converted a penalty to make it four for Arsenal (and became a woo-hoo boy after being a boo-hoo). And we are back at fourth; I was earlier praying that Arsenal would emulate Liverpool with four goals and my prayers were answered. Thank you, God.

Perhaps Bendtner could be inspired by new boy Shava or pick up a point or two from Eboue (wonder where Bendtner attended finishing school?). C’mon, even Eboue is starting to redeem himself.

Blackburn were reckless and physical as usual (their players earned four yellow cards) and Shava had to have stitches on his right foot during the break, no thanks to Ooijer who ripped Shava’s boot and the skin underneath in the 10th minute. He came back on donning a pair of bigger boots in place of his earlier pink ones and ditched his gloves too (the sight of him wearing gloves in mid-March was a tad perplexing).

So confidence is back at Arsenal.

Kudos to Shava who admitted struggling to adapt but is determined to repay Arsenal: ‘But Arsenal have done more for me than I have done for them. I will try to pay them back as quickly as possible.’

BBC Sport Player Rater man of the match: Arsenal's Andrey Arshavin 9.31 (on 90 minutes).











#4: : I felt good on Sunday and thought the Spuds could beat the Villains. And that was what the blue half or London, i.e. the scum Spuds did - helped Arsenal and beat the Villains at Villa Park. So Arsenal are definitely back at fourth (and in the top four for the first time in 2009)!

Life is good. Bring it on. And Captain Fantastic (jersey #4) should be back soon too.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Keep The Faith

I watched the highlights of and read all online articles I could find on the Roma-Arsenal match/penalty shootout and felt the sheer power of it all rush over me. When I saw the action on the tube, my eyes welled and my throat tightened so much with pride. I felt so much pride for the young Arsenal lads for their mental strength and amazing focus (even when Dudú missed his penalty). And when I read the online articles, I felt a lump in my throat.

Whatever you do or say, don’t count us out or write us off. And never ever question the lads’ character, maturity, nerve and impressive resilience.

Arsenal’s players made it through the penalty ordeal - scoring a fantastic seven of their eight attempts – despite them probably feeling like they were being forced to walk on a plank twenty feet in the air blindfolded and handcuffed. But for the grace of God, any of them could have woken up the next morning feeling like poor Max Tonetto.

The best thing about Arsenal’s penalty experience is that the drama detracted from what was a truly ragged performance in Rome. But the way the Gunners huffed and puffed against the weakest opposition any English team faced in Europe this week (top-of-EPL ManUre met top-of-Serie-A Inter; second-place Chelshit met second-place Juventus; third-place Liverpool met second-place Real Madrid; and fifth-place Arsenal met sixth-place Roma – how fitting is that?), the way they failed to shine on a stage that inspired so much more from Liverpool, Chelsea and Manchester United, makes the gap between them and the top three even more imposing. And mind you, they never practised taking penalty when training on Tuesday; heck, some like Walcott had never taken penalties before.

If they can survive last night then they can come through virtually anything. No wonder Wenger insists time and again the faith that he has in his young team.

Because in life, you need a combination of a dose of luck, determination, perseverance, hard work, self-belief and confidence, especially - and even more - when it looks like the odds are against you. And as Dudú told Croatian newspaper Sports Novosti, ‘No problems last forever.’ (Yes, you relate lessons in life to footie and vice versa).

For pictures of the penalty shootout drama, go here.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Don’t Dream It’s Over

Little did I know that when I woke up this morning to watch the second half of the normal time of the Roma-Arsenal match that it would be so stressful (I had a tummy upset throughout, it was that stressful). I was feeling frustrated with Arsenal’s nervous control of the ball and was yelling for Wenger to make substitutions. Wenger stuck to his guns (or Gunners?) and fielded a 4-2-3-1 formation as in the first leg. And man, the atmosphere at the stadium was not exactly friendly (a fan also suffered a stab before the match).


Wenger probably had tummy upset too watching the Gunners play

The match ended 1-1 on aggregate after 90 minutes and they had to play an extra half an hour. Good if you’re there at the stadium for the extra minutes of footie (more bargain for your money) but not if you’re many time zones ahead and have to prepare for a new day. Why oh why do the Gunners always make life difficult for themselves and their fans too?

That extra time also ended goalless so unlike Bayern München who were in seventh heaven after munching Sporting Lisbon seven up, we had to go for penalty shoot outs – that turned out to be the highest scoring shoot-out in Champions League history. It wasn’t easy for the Arsenal penalty-takers though as Doni stands at 6ft 5in, and he definitely presented quite an obstacle for the Gunners. And they needed extraordinary mental strength to convert their penalties against a background of deafening background of whistling, cheering and jeering.

I missed Dudú’s penalty miss because I went to perform prayers. The penalty shootout order was as follows:

PENALTY SHOOTOUT
EDUARDO SAVED Roma 0-0 Arsenal (good Doni stop)
PIZARRO SCORED Roma 1-0 Arsenal
VAN PERSIE SCORED Roma 1-1 Arsenal
VUCINIC SAVED Roma 1-1 Arsenal (shocking peno)
WALCOTT SCORED Roma 1-2 Arsenal (should save it)
BAPTISTA SCORED Roma 2-2 Arsenal
NASRI SCORED Roma 2-3 Arsenal
MONTELLA SCORED Roma 3-3 Arsenal
DENILSON SCORED Roma 3-4 Arsenal
TOTTI SCORED Roma 4-4 Arsenal




At this point I was beginning to wonder if all players including the substitutes would have to go take their turn at penalty (if so, does that include Fabianski, our substitute goalie?). And what happens if it’s still a draw? Do they then ask the managers to take penalty too (ha ha)?

PENALTY SHOOTOUT (continued)
TOURE SCORED Roma 4-5 Arsenal
AQUILANI SCORED Roma 5-5 Arsenal
SAGNA SCORED Roma 5-6 Arsenal
RIISE SCORED Roma 6-6 Arsenal

I was already lying on the sofa and starting to cry.

PENALTY SHOOTOUT (continued)
DIABY SCORED Roma 6-7 Arsenal
TONETTO MISSED Roma 6-7 Arsenal

We did it! Oh thank God our defenders can score too. Phew!

And so Arsenal completed England’s Champions League strangehold by beating host Roma. None of the Italians survived to advance to the quarter-finals.

What a thrilling dramatic way to end a night. I’m still having difficulties breathing by the way and reckon I need to take the rest of the day easy just to recover.




You’d think we’d won the CL itself

Roma’s dreams of playing in the Champions League final at their own Stadio Olimpico are now over, and there are no Italian teams left in the competition. But for Arsenal, the dream is not yet over.

The draw for the quarter-finals of the Champions League (and the semis, and the quarters and semis of the Uefa Cup) will be made on Friday, 20 March 2009, at about 1100 GMT.

And to end this week of saving our season, we face Blackburn this Saturday.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Bangkok Dangerous

Starring: Yours truly and the good (hardly dangerous) people of Bangkok
Duration: 6-9 March 2009

The story was I had been to Phuket and Chiang Mai twice and felt Bangkok warranted a second visit. So I availed of the online offer and bought the ticket to Bangkok in end-October 2008 (and had I not dithered and bought it a week earlier, it would have cost me RM100 less. Dang! That’s opportunity cost for me!).

Took half-day leave on Friday and went to KLIA from the office. For some reason, I thought the flight would depart at 1530 and so I was surprised when I realised just before checking in that the flight was at 1515 after all. Ditsy! Well, so long as I could still check in and didn’t miss the flight... (note to self: check and confirm the departure time before leaving for the airport in future).

We landed at Suvarnabhumi Airport at 1620 local time and joined the queue of at least two flights which arrived ahead of us at the immigration. After collecting my bag, I made my way down to Level 1 to catch the free shuttle for the Transport Centre. At the Transport Centre, I hopped onto an awaiting bus (number 551) to Victory Monument (for THB35, you can also take public buses from the Transport Centre to Minburi, Happy Land, On Nut BTS station, Samut Prakan, Don Muang Airport and Rangsit) but I chose Victory Monument as it was the nearest to my hotel – not to mention the only landmark I was familiar with. Alternatively, you can take the Airport Express (AE) buses to Silom, Khao San Road, Sukhumvit or Victory Monument for THB150.

Unfortunately, we hit the infamous Bangkok evening traffic jam and the journey stretched even longer.

From Victory Monument, I made my way to my hotel (thanks to my mate who helped booked it for me) at Rajparop Road (soi Petchaburi 19). I wasn’t too thrilled though when I discovered that I had to go through Pratunam Market to reach the hotel.

After checking in and catching my breath, I went out to Ratchadamri Road. I walked past Isetan (saving it for another day) to Central World. To my delight, the Arsenal store was having a clearance sale and I took advantage of the sale, but of course. I returned to the hotel after 10 pm. There were still a lot of vehicles on the road, you’d think it was 10 am instead.

I went to bed pretty late that night, plotting my route for the next day.

Saturday, 7 March 2009

Despite the late night before, I was already up at 5 something. Strewth. After breakfast at the Sky Lounge (so called because it’s at the 43rd floor, i.e., the top-most floor of the hotel), I went to check out the Pratunam morning market but I was too late (at 9 am!) as the stall owners were already packing up their goods. Pratunam Market sells mainly clothes by the way so no big loss really. I fought my way through the crowd – and a crazy crowd it was too with some people pushing their trolleys, some carrying their bundles of clothes, some just stood gawking around and holding up the human traffic trying to move in the narrow soi – and walked to Ratchadamri Road. The plan was to walk to Chit Lom BTS station and take the Skytrain to Jatujak Weekend Market. I had earlier mulled about going to the floating market but wasn’t too keen when I found it was some 80 km away.

It was in front of Central World where I saw a sign for the Airport Express bus to the airport (costing THB100 from that stop). Good, I thought, I could take this bus back to the airport on Monday. There was a tourist information kiosk right next to the airport bus stop but it was still closed. I was looking around for opening time when a friendly man approached me and asked if I needed help and I was a bit surprised to find myself asking about the floating market. He told me bus no. 79 which passes Central World goes to the floating market, it would cost THB20 and the journey would take 40 minutes. I asked whether it was the Damnoen Saduak Floating Market and he replied that it would take at least two hours to get there. Forget it, I wasn’t keen to spend two hours travelling to and another two hours coming back so I decided to check out the floating market that he suggested instead.

And what do you know, along came the bus almost immediately - just like in the movies - and I found myself running to catch it (the fare actually cost a mere THB18). There went my plans for the day but hey I could still carry them out the next day. We travelled or rather inched our way through the Bangkok crawl before eventually crossing Chao Phraya and finally arriving at the Taling Chan district. The bus conductor very kindly showed us the way to the floating market. There were a lot of stalls lining up the street selling plants on one side and food on the other all the way to the Khlong Chakpra where the floating market was. The main attraction here was the floating restaurant. There were a number of boats moored along the platform with vendors selling a variety of dishes. I walked the length of the restaurants and then around the area before spotting a tourist centre selling tickets to other floating markets. I wasn’t too keen at first to join the tour when I heard it would take three hours but decided heck, I had come all the way there, I might as well stay and experience it. The ticket cost THB99, a real bargain for a three-hour trip.

Our boat left at 11. We passed houses, numerous wats, orchards and even children swimming in the khlong (the canal didn’t look all that clean or fit for a dip if you ask me).

After some time, we docked at Khlong Latmayom Floating Market. The local people own this market and the market offered fresh produce and local food. There was also a puppet show in session when we were there. We stopped there for half an hour before continuing on our journey.

Our next stop was at Wat Saphan Floating Market, named after a wat which was on the bank of Bang Noi Canal. As before, we stopped there for half an hour. Then we continued on and stopped (but didn’t get down) at Wat Pak Nam Fang Toi where we participated in a fish-feeding activity. The wat sells buns for tourists to buy to feed the fish and the proceeds go towards the upkeep and maintenance of the wat. And boy, were there a lot of fish in the khlong (all big and fat too! I think in Malaysia, they would have been fished out!).

Our last stop was at a canal-side stall selling a local delicacy – glutinous rice in bamboo (and no, it’s not our version of lemang. This one looked like a sweet version – for dessert). We reached Taling Chan Floating Market at 1445.

I caught the bus back to Bangkok and alighted at Siam. Then I crossed to the other side and took another bus (thanks to the very helpful bus conductor) to Hua Lamphong train station where I bought a train ticket to Sam Sen station about four miles away for a mere THB2 – and when I mentioned train here, I meant a commuter train, not a metro or Skytrain. See, I wanted to go to Gems Gallery there and after studying and scrutinising the map, I felt I could take a train to get there (sure I could take a cab but it might cost me THB100 if not more). I found the store alright but fortunately or unfortunately, it didn’t have what I was looking for. And so I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For – a jade bangle with clasp. I have a jade bangle but I want to buy one with a clasp - for easy removal. So I made my way back to Bangkok.

From the train station, I took another bus (the people at the info counter were really knowledgeable!) to Ratchathewi Road. This time, the bus was not air-conditioned and looked more dilapidated.

From Ratchathewi station, I walked to the nearby Phetchaburi Road (soi 7) in search of Masjid Darun Aman. Dinner was had at Mak Yah Restaurant (a Muslim resto). The deco and ambience of the restaurant was nice but I couldn’t say the same for my order.

Then I walked to Isetan and Central World. I returned to the hotel at almost 10 pm – 13 hours after I left! And I felt pleased with myself today – for being able to navigate in Bangkok and riding public buses all by myself! Couldn’t wait to bathe the dust of Bangkok off me; I couldn’t remember it being that polluted on my first visit.

Sunday, 8 March 2009
I ventured out to the Pratunam Market before breakfast this morning but unlike the day before, the market was still bustling when I left after 9. Took the Skytrain to Mo Chit and walked to Jatujak Weekend Market. It was a hot, bright, sunny mid-morning and it must be 38C in the market. After a while, all the stalls started to look similar. As much as I tried finding the stores where I made my purchases from during my last visit, I just couldn’t. I left empty-handed after slightly more than an hour – it was just too hot to shop, man. Still only the first weekend in March and already so hot. I wonder how it must be like in May or June? Or maybe I should just stick to air-conditioned malls.

Took the train to Saphon Taksin and walked the short distance to Central Pier. You can take a river boat from here to visit attractions along the river such as The Grand Palace, Wat Phra Kaew, Wat Pho, etc. After thinking it over, I changed my mind about taking the boat to Wat Pho for a massage (the temple is the birthplace of traditional Thai massage) and decided to go to Health Land instead.

The last time I was there, the Thai traditional massage was fully booked out but I was in luck this time. Thai massage uses both palms and thumbs (and legs and feet etc) to concentrate on pressure points. The massage includes stretching on the customer’s part and oh my God, I thought I was going to die (of pain, of ecstasy) when the masseuse ‘massaged’ my body. Both my shoulders hurt like anything and I had flashes in my mind: ‘Tourist died after receiving Thai massage.’ I wonder if anyone had actually ever died but hey there’s a first time for everything and I could be the first casualty.

I left the centre two hours later, my lower body parts screaming and aching and limped back to the station. Took the train to Sala Daeng station and walked the Patpong area (it was actually mild during the day) to Jim Thompson factory outlet store. I didn’t find anything that caught my fancy though and left, yes you guess it, empty-handed.

Still determined to shop, I took the Skytrain to MBK then walked over to Siam Discovery Centre. Had my late lunch at Siam Centre (next door to Siam Discovery Centre). There were some Muslim and seafood stalls at the food court there, hurray. Then I walked to the posh Siam Paragon next door. Tod’s was having a sale but although the goods were priced lower than in KL, the discount was less so the goods actually cost more after discount. Left Siam Paragon empty-handed.

Took the Skytrain (I bought a day pass so might as well) to Chit Lom and went to Gaysorn Shopping Centre before crossing over to Central World. Finally bought some souvenirs at Isetan and NaRaYa. I hung out at the Arsenal store for a while before returning to the hotel.

No FA Cup match shown (boo hoo) and I watched Stardust instead on HBOM (for the fourth time? Or fifth?). Love that movie.

Monday, 9 March 2009

All good things come to an end and today was my last morning in Bangkok. After breakfast and checking out, I rushed to Central World to catch the Airport Express bus back to the airport. I was the only passenger in there. The journey took only 40 minutes this time but on the other side of the road, boy, was the infamous Bangkok jam.

We were served the same food as on our outbound trip (satay and fried rice, some funny pudding and Ferrero Rocher) but at least the fried rice and pudding tasted better this time.

I was already in the bus heading back to micasa only an hour after arriving at KLIA.

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Arsenal exacted revenge on Burnley in the FA Cup on Sunday. Three nil to the Arsenal, thanks to goals from Vela, skipper of the day Eduardo with his wonderful superb beach flick (he made it look so effortlessly easy!) and with his left foot that was so horrifically injured only last year too, and from-jeers-to-cheers Eboue. Thanks to SK for texting me the results. Read about the match here, here, here and here.











Burn, baby, burn!




And here are some pictures of Captain Cesc in training.




Wednesday, March 04, 2009

March March

Last night’s games were the return fixtures from the opening day of the season where Chelsea spanked Pompey 4-0, Liverpool put one goal past Sunderland and Samir Nasri made his impressive Arsenal debut to see off West Brom.

Arsenal marched into the month of March with an away win at West Brom. Wenger actually fielded Bendtner instead of van Persie – how brave of the manager to gamble this way indeed – but it all
paid off handsomely. Shava didn’t score but provided an assist to Toure. Yeay! And yes, the guy who has been guilty of horrible finishing (so much so some wondered which finishing school he attended haha) actually scored two goals. And he was even unselfish at times - a rare statement indeed. Sorry that we had to disappoint the statisticians for not breaking the record of five consecutive games of goal drought for a top flight club but after four consecutive goalless games, Bendtner scored just four minutes into the match.






It was also the second game where Shava played all 90 minutes, although he did admit the pace of the Premier League is much faster and he was already feeling it even before half-time of the match against Fulham. What matters dear Shava is that you have tried your best, which is more than what I can say for some Gunners.

BBC Sport Player Rater man of the match: Arsenal's Nicklas Bendtner (wow, who would have thought that?!) with 8.25 (on 90 minutes).

Hopefully this is the beginning to the rest of the season, eh Captain?





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I received an email out of the blue today from someone I was close to a while back. It was a bit of a shock to say the least.