Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Retrospective: Zulfadli (Part 2)

P/S: You minors who're reading this, these are not examples for you to follow but lessons for you to swallow.

By now you would have seen there are several changes to this blog. Not much but just so your navigation will be at ease, know that all the images on the right bar is functional. Click and explore.

So, what you missed in the previous entry?
  1. How my blog and social network changed my life.
  2. My now-already-stone-aged fashion sense.
  3. Several funny pictures and how some people came into my life.
Here's my primary school life at a glance.

I had to change the music due to copyright issues. Pfft. There's so many things about primary school that I would like to talk about, and I don't know where to start!

When I was in primary school, we had two sessions: morning and afternoon. I always dread the afternoon session because it's too hot that I'd sweat by the time I reach school. I hate morning session because I have to wake early in the morning. I took the school bus when I was in primary one and I miss it a lot. It's so convenient! That wish didn't die out even when I was in polytechnic. Fat hope burst after graduation. I gave up hoping for anymore school bus.

I had a dream of becoming a prefect. Right, laugh at this. When I was in primary school I wish I was a prefect but I was quite notorious. What are the odds? Erhem! Well, I had a tough time. There was this one time when I was in primary two, I kissed a girl on the cheek. The news spread like flash fire and it was bad. I was like damn young! What I had in mind was this:

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But neh, it just had to backfire, just because the school ain't European enough. Clearly it would have been different if I were to be at a European boarding school or something!

Newsflash,  I hope this spreads like flash fire too: I've grown up and I'm not a pervert. Let's clear the air.

Along the way, we had this annual event, Sing Singapore. Nobody does better than we do. Pasir Ris Primary School isn't only the best hub for learning in that town but we are also the hub for festivities. In 2001, the PRIME construction began and some of us had to move to temporary block. During the Sing Singapore period, we had a fund raising event selling spices (I know, it's crappy but for the better) to the neighborhood. Being the active student I was, despite not being a prefect, H (if I'm not wrong S was there too) and I made a door to door visit nearby to sell spices like cinnamon, clove and other spices. I think our cute faces and pleas made people buy our spices. It was so fun! Little did I realize, I started doing sales that young!

They have Sing Singapore up till today. Then on we would spend time rehearsing, and practicing our moves, choreograph and all. Our beloved teachers will always have this creative ideas that they apply on us, and we're like the guinea pigs. It's a wonder that we manage to have work-Sing Singapore balance. Not everybody gets to participate by the way. There's thins thing called qualifying round which will be shown during assembly prior to the season.

Newsflash: Sing Singapore isn't a waste of time and money.  Apart from 'social cohesion' you're planting beautiful memories into their mind.


If anybody thinks Sing Singapore is a waste of time and energy, we are one of the best primary schools in Pasir Ris town. Oops, correction. We are the best, do thy research

The batches that participated in Sing Singapore in the final round were lucky because during that time they produce VCD for the event and that's the first. Their motive was to raise funds for the PRIME project because they decided to have the optional add-ons to the school which then require more money that what the ministry provided for. Buying the VCD was worth it.

I had to attend remedial classes because I was particularly weak in Math. That was like one of the most terrible subjects and I've always suspected it's a Malay thing. Well, we invented the angklung but not the abacus, what's left to say? I'm being impartial here but according to statistics, it is true. I have to show this valid statistic otherwise all the 'makcik' will go after me. For the record, I was one of them, but I made a breakthrough in PSLE, thank God. In primary two, my teacher called out names to recite the times table and I always avoid her eye contact by hiding behind my friends head. It won't work now because my head got a little too big than the rest so I came up with a new tactic. Hush!

Percentage of PSLE Pupils Who Scored A*-C in Mathematics

Primary five was a lucky year for me. I got a 4th position in class in terms of academic, and I did quite alright relatively for all subjects. S said because I was in the last few classes (where most were playful). I am still glad I got an award on Prize Presentation Day.

On top of the award I receive, I was the Mr Jalan Bahtera (2002) for my primary five camp. It's like a compulsory thing for us to attend this camp. I was the quite-known one in my group (I wouldn't say popular because I'm not) - Oceania and they picked me for this challenge. So F and I were sent out to use those recycled materials as our outfit and impress the rest. Guess what, we won a plastic crown! We are the champions.

In primary six we had to attend to a lot of remedial and supplementary classes. I even had a tutor on top of that - yeah right like others didn't. Our supplementary classes would be in the afternoon usually and during the break before the class starts we went over to the mini mart and bought instant cup noodles. It's a wonder why my hair doesn't fall then. Due to the renovation, we love our temporary classrooms because it's air-conditioned! All the more reason to bring fur coats to school...

Usually during our supplementary classes, most of us will be tired by then, and naturally, we'd be sleeping with our eyes open staring into thin air. For once, we were guppies.

When we had free time after supplementary lessons, H and I would hangout at the playground which had a swing on it and we played games like Blind Mice, Ali-Pom, Marco Polo and Crocodile. Of course there were other players around and we didn't need Facebook or Friendster to make new friends. There was this one time, it was raining heavily but we continued playing. We played under the rain, wet! Try doing that now and stand a chance getting free chemical peel.

Newsflash: I participated in a singing competition when I was in primary four and I was totally nervous. That was my first solo performance! Agaknya betul cakap arwah nenek saya dulu, kalau saya nyanyi, katak pun boleh berbulu. Haha! Epic.

Honestly, if you ask when was my most bimbotic moments, it would be when I was in primary school. Looking back how I was makes me feel like shying away but doing it won't change a thing. For the love of God, revive the alumni club!

So here's the thing. Most of you would have heard about S and H a lot lately in the news. As in my news feed! Who are they? Sometimes you wonder, how did it even started? And after tough thinking I remembered mine vividly.

S: Syazwan - Social Butterfly!

I wasn't as social butterfly as I am now trust me. Making friends hadn't been the easiest thing for me at that time. Even up till now, it's hard for me to assimilate to a new crowd easily. Everybody has their own obstacle and I've always wondered how they overcome theirs.

Anyway, it was after my madrasah that morning - since my circular school is in the afternoon. Somehow I managed to pull myself away from the bed and go for my religious class and went back home. But I just had the urge to buy something at the mini mart. That's when S talked to me saying we were from the same school and Malay class and whatnot. While we were talking we realize we have the same interest, and happen to be in the same Malay class - you could imagine what could happen. I remembered we love having this multi-colored ball pen which only sells for like $1.50 and it feels good when writing. I was astonished to see the similarities in our handwriting. Big, and tidy. And we love pressing while we write to the extend the paper becomes crunchy. It really feels like braille when you touch from the back of the paper. Or rather, it feels like hard work to it.

Even when we parted during secondary school, he gave me the greatest revelation when I was in secondary one, and that brought us together again for the next four years - and counting.

Oh, speaking of crushes. It's an exclusive piece.

H: Hafiz - Holy Friend!

Well there's a reason for calling him a holy friend. Last time, when I was like primary three/four he loves teasing me and I got really, really annoyed. It stopped after some time, probably too tired running circles around me. Then we met again, and this time it was for Sing Singapore. We were from different class but because of Sing Singapore, we combined class to form a battalion or warriors to clinch the Sing Singapore cup.

Anyway I called him holy because there was this one time his head was shaven. I have no idea why because I wasn't close to him. Until after some time someone told me he performed the small haj.

In primary five, we got closer because of our similar interest. S, H and I got the same interest in music then. H and I would meet up and sing karaoke songs, and do silly parodies that you can't imagine. Don't worry, nothing obscene. This involves baby powder (I swear it's not used on us) and construction ladder and table cloth. It was mad funny and those, were the really, really good times. If I remember correctly, that was one of the year I laughed till I went breathless and couldn't control my bladder.

After primary school, we went different ways. I know, it seems like the friendship curtain is going down but neh. He was the one who kept calling after primary school to ask what I was doing, how was my school and all. My parents does that too but it's a different matter for friends.

I am indeed grateful for the wonderful company I had in primary school, from the meal worms experiment, to the terrifying myth on the haunted piano in that school, to the eye exercise we do in school after recess and to the great lasting teachers we have. Gosh, I really miss those times but most of all, thanks to S and H for such a wonderful time in primary and post primary school. You are the best! I've got your back if you need anything.

P/S: You minors who're reading this, these are not examples for you to follow but lessons for you to swallow.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Retrospective: Zulfadli (Part 1)

I had a busy and quite fruitful day today. Finally I got to sit in front of this notebook and pen down something. Something that I have found for quite some time but holding it back till the right time comes. Retrospective of me, and the few of you.

Looking back at those images, I was grateful that camera was invented. At least then we know who we were before becoming what we are today. From fashion sense, to attitude, to the way your hair is done, this is gonna leave you with some bittersweet memories.

Friendster and blogging was the in thing then in early 2000's. I started mine in late 2005. That was considered slow. I remember hanging out under the main staircase in secondary school and my cliques were talking about blog and I was asking 'What blog? Which block are you staying at?' and I got answers like 'No, not block, block, but blog. It's like an online diary.' Diary writing was not my thing, what's more writing it publicly and let 7 billion potential viewers read what are you up to. So I signed up for Friendster and Blogger out of curiosity - it's almost like a package deal. I started bloghopping, adding friends. It was addictive! People lose sleep for that. Reading about other people, then started to gossip, and use it as a weapon against each other in fights, and so on. I guess this is the answer to why blogging has been spiraling down - not that people or other teens don't have the time. Amazing how much people spend time on Facebook now!

Friendster on the other hand was used for I-Don't-Know what reason but it is as good as cyber drug. You plead for friends to write you a nice testimonial, view your profile, add photos, post bulletins and be a fan of anything. At the time, I question myself why would I have Friendster when I already have friends? Facebook is just like Friendster somehow. The best part in Friendster was the number of people who viewed your profile - and you knew who they are.

So during this time I thought I was cool. Until I see myself in all the things I wear and how I was at that time, today.

The silly and awkward pose. Speechless. (2003/4)

The baggy pants and the very convenient shoe (that shoe lasted me for 5 years!) - despite being unfashionable now. I participated in a charity walk because of Photography Club - for the love of God, just do it! You'll know why I ended up in Photography Club.

The hairdo that calls for another Red Sea episode. Can you see the hidden Mickey now? I had no idea how it would turn out but there's a good story behind this. I am always annoyed with my hair because it's curly and being the Asian I am, it's not easy to maintain my hair. Naturally, with wide forehead like beloved Lee Kuan Yew, my head will look as good as the sun if it's all pushed back so I was trying to create the 'horizontal' image so that my big forehead doesn't look like Jupiter. So that explains. And with hairspray, once your hair is set, there's no turning back - especially if you're late for Eid outings. (2004/5)

The most ancient of all (2003/4) - baggy shirts, oversized jeans and the shoes. Because of global warming, it seems impractical to wear layered anymore. I don't remember what was I doing at my primary school when I have already graduated from that school? I miss being all the teachers pet. Yes people, I was the teachers pet and I love it. At that time getting good grades were not my priority and I was not that Type A control freak. Yeah, I was bullied well in primary school but that does not mean I did not bully anyone too.

I was in fact amazed with myself when I terrorized my school mate for calling me names. And how we splash syrup drinks to annoying people, and how we trash people who trashed us. We were that young and yes, immature. Even after a few years of graduation from primary school, we had remnants of us there.

I was in the Photography Club when I was in secondary school and this was at NJC. If I remember correctly, we were there to see the photography exhibition they were having or the SYPA I think. Whatever. Anyway, when I was in Secondary 1 (2004), I was in concert band for like eight months. I played the french horn - one of the toughest instrument and up till today I wonder why the hell was I appointed with that thing. I know they said because of my lips but really, I know nuts about treble clef, do-re-mi, and whatsoever. I can't even read the peanut thingy on different lines. I even had to pretend I was playing when the band was playing. I was like '!@#$%^&;*(&;^%$'

After which I changed CCA to Entrepreneur Club (2004). Though that time I didn't know who Neleh Nat really was until she came into my class. Funniest, but most annoying, but really, she's a nice woman. Very, very patient and forgiving. But then the club had to close down because there were too little members, so I ended up in Photography Club (2005), thanks to my Maths teacher then, Ms Chiam. I had a great time in Photography Club. At least this made me somehow popular don't you think?

(2006) Neoprint was another in-thing remember? I had no idea why would I put myself in a box with white light and cameras.  As though personal cameras doesn't exist! But thanks to Neoprint, because of you, we have a retarded memory to recall!

Anugerah Planet Muzik (APM) is like the Grammy Awards for the Malay music industry and I was head over heels when my face came out candidly with Siti Nurhaliza. Can you find me below? Her soft hands and all... Fuh. If you must know, I have a hidden talent at events. I'm just kidding.

Not forgetting the images taken at the times that were not needed. Like at the train station? Newsworthy! By the way, I remember this, we were on our way to Ngee Ann Polytechnic Open House 2006. I hate to say this, but it's a world wonder how a midget wannabe get to grow like a long bean - this is for you H. Life is so unfair for me at the moment.

Then in 2007 - I remember vividly one of the best parties H, I and R created. Have you ever wondered, how did it started? And how it ended?

Here's the answer. After reunion party each year, my blog views statistic will be at its peak because those who missed it would want to know what's going on, and those who came wanted to know what I have to say and most of the time, hurtful. Of course, this resulted in me losing friends along the way but then this only made me realize who are the true ones who will stick through and be patient with you.

The first party was attended by five people. In late 2002, the first party was held at H's house. Attended by two of our former friends, one of my best friends S, and my two younger brothers. It started of as a 'singing competition' and we sang the same song, and the winner won crap - a beer mug. The host was the winner but I won something too! A photo frame that I had kept up till today. It was the most ridiculous one but it was all for fun.

So, prior to the event, we planned a trio that did not happen because there was a change of plan. So, watching this is like watching late Michael Jackson's rehearsal movie. There is a story behind this too, not because somebody died listening to this!

On the actual day, the competitors sang the same song, and gosh, only we can picture them. Better yet, it was won by the host, cum the mastermind. It grew and went on till 2007, which was at its peak. All those times were fun and had been an emotional roller coaster but that definitely brought our friends closer together. Some of my friends who attended the party don't even know each other during the party and turn out to be classmates, colleagues, ex's friends and whatever you can think of and realize 'Oh God, you're the guy/girl from the party!' This is one of the many reasons why I pursuit my Diploma in Integrated Events and Project Management. Should we talk about this any longer, I'd be the fireman who puts down fire with tears. The last party ended with a fight between H and I but we made up. Even so, we did not continue because we were not as rich as last time, haha!

Here's another video, that was never published before anywhere. So this is its premier!


'Slumberians' came along in 2005. We were close. Illys is my second cousin and in the family tree she's considered the elder one though we're of the same age. W on the other hand was Illys sidekick, and we got together and did all the despicable things that anyone would not have done. What we did changed the school rules, I swear. Despite all the rule breaking things that we did, we are the few bright students who always awe our teachers. We were the first to use Windows Movie Maker for our project, presented to the school assembly on our trip to Brunei and used Hey Mickey! as our background music, and many more. Those were the good times ladies.

This is it for part one because any more would bore you to tears. Have a great week ahead!

Monday, April 4, 2011

Men's Fashion Week 2011

Speechless. Is all I can say for the Asia's first Men's Fashion Week. If there must be more of it, it better be in Singapore.

I was invited to attend several shows, thanks to all those who made it work and successful. You do not know how much I appreciate it.

So while I was head over heels for the shows, I was stressed out! I know, I know, you'd say it's lame to stress out but I have no idea on what to wear even if others are wearing casually or in not-so fashionable outfit, it's either they already did their best or they know nuts about fashion or they're probably fashion mogul in disguise. You'll never know but me being me, I'd rather do my best in looking as fashionable as possible.

To be real honest, I know little about style but thanks to friends and media, I have a greater exposure to fashion and styling up. Otherwise I'd walk around in baggy plain crew neck shirt that has Smurfs on it, and oversized jeans that might attract comments like 'Trying to save?' or something of that sort. Whatever.

Being the first time attending runway shows in the first Asia's Men's Fashion Week is a great honor. I felt totally like an alien like in a good way and I was scared that I might offend anybody B-y and then get into a B-h fight. Thank God I didn't but if I did, that would be a ticket for me to get the media's attention eh?

On Day 3, these are the shows that we attended to:
  1. Fei Yue - Mainly designs beautiful lighweight canvas shoe.
  2. G.I.L Homme - Chic design.
  3. Dresscamp - Seems casually avant-garde to me.
  4. Shanghai Tang - Ancient design put into 21st Century men's outfit.
  5. Emmanuel - I really love their outfit but if I do own them, when will I wear them?
On that day I got to meet VJ Utt who was very, very nice and personally gave us invitation to the MTV Concert Rock It With Utt - which I saw being promoted via his Twitter, and Bryan Boy  (one of the famous fashion blogger) who sat across us, and we got to meet the models after that and had lunch with them! Trust me, models are not as shallow or as dumb as you think. Start talking to them and they speak like Wikipedia.

I was dead beat that night, but I enjoyed myself, very, very much.

The following day I had to wake up real early to meet my mum's friend from Indonesia. We fetched them and went for lunch. I had chicken bryani and I never felt so full before. Can't wait to meet them again, hopefully real soon! It was a hot day and I had not prepared for that night's fashion show.

I was discussing with E on what to wear since H was asleep - in broad daylight, when suddenly he called me for the earlier show. Without further ado, let me introduce you to my chaotic weekend. I wasn't ready. Camera not charged, BlackBerry half alive, outfit not so confirmed yet, and to choose which shoe to wear is a dilemma. I don't even know if I should use hair wax or gel!  And the kittens were playing in my room I almost accidentally kicked or stepped on them - but I didn't but it got me all freaked out especially there's a pile of laundry on the floor which was yet to be washed.

Thanks to my brother who polished my last minute shoe, opened the house door so that I can straight away go out, got me an electronic hand fan and play with the kittens while I was donning myself. So if anyone were to question my wardrobe, this explains.

So here are the shows that we attended on Day 4:
  1. Joey Samson - Because I like black, I love their designs.
  2. Brief Encounters - Made me feel totally unfortunate - in a good way.
  3. A. Testoni - The performer was E's friend. Are you sure?
  4. Canali - Wonderfully speechless.
  5. Songzio - They always save the best for the last! Event(s) rule!
While we were having dinner at the backstage after A. Testoni's runway show, I asked a friend of mine who invited me if I could bring several friends and he said 'Sure, bring as many as you want!'

So there goes while having dinner we chatted and scrolled down my contact list and see who's not busy and could make it for the final show of the day - finale has to be grand with friends.

I am so, so grateful that they could make it. A and Z. A was my childhood friend - I remember slapping him in primary school which created a hand mark on his face for being annoying. I hope this compensates for what I did. Heh. Z on the other hand was known since two years ago, from A. So I was surprised to see her.

There was another surprise apart from bumping into my secondary school friend Z, and my Indonesian friend P. H nudged at me 'Eh, isn't that Q?' and I was like 'Where? (and when I saw his posture and face from across) Oh my god!' - in a good way. I dialed his number and turns out affirmative, it's Q. I'm so proud of H for being able to tell my friend from far. That's what friends are for - on a lookout for each other in so many ways.

I hope all of you are happy as much as I do and enjoyed each others company. I'm grateful to all of you of who're able to make it to accompany me - hopefully not accompanying for the good times only!

So there was a controversy and comments people saying the event was not well organized, or rather a flop. I don't think so but sure there would some discrepancies. If you think otherwise, climb up to the SkyPark, say your jealousy mantra and jump down - hopefully to the ground because I feel their hard work, and a venue too big doesn't mean it's an epic fail. Don't complain again if the next venue got smaller it's gonna make you sick. When people make space, appreciate it. Hey, just like you, I'm just saying. Peace out!