Oh My God, This Is Real

on tuesday, capt. ben brought us out for dinner at the kelantan golf and country club. all of us felt very grateful and excited and tired. we went straight away to the country club after our lessons at school ended. and did i mention that there's also a karaoke involved? yes indeed. we get into the karaoke room first, and most of us sang,(including the brawny yet well built writer of this blog...but only a few lines, before my real voice appears) for like 3 hours straight, at the same time having snacks like fries and anchovies.




and above you can see mamu or fadzil, clearing his throat out, while trying his best to sound like james brown. and he also demands a side shot of his so that people can see his sideburns... which is lame and so not face couturish.



and the whole batch stands(...or sits) in amazement when zul pulls out the high note for celine dion's my heart will go on. he almost broke down in tears. the face expression explains everything, and he just love titanic. he deserves a grammy. catastrophe strikes when sanjay began to do his moves.



then raman starts singing some hindi songs...


and it happen again...


and again...


there it is. nepalese and malaysians singing hindi songs while dancing like a frustrated ballerina. all of us still confused why do we get tired after the dinner, and fadzil still thinks that his sideburn worth a million dollars. im thinking of making a petition on it, and for the last time say that his burns are not that wicked at all. are you with me? cool.