Purrs & Hisses

FedEx vs Heelys

My boy Marcos Baghdatis aka Heelys (he with the power-wheels in his sole) goes up against tennis big shot Roger Federer aka FedEx (he with the fastest power serve) in his first-ever Grand Slam finals later today.

Miss this and you'll definitely weep, as I'm pretty sure that Baghdatis will give Federer a reason to sweat. And though it's probably nothing but sheer wishful thinking, perhaps my boy might even do a Rafael Nadal and end up lifting the OZ Open trophy.

Whatever it is, I sure hope it won't end up disappointing like yesterday's ladies' finals. Amelie Mauresmo won her first Grand Slam title in 32 attempts but in a manner similar to how she won the semis against Kim Clijsters**—usually tough cookie Justine Henin-Hardenne announced that she can't go on halfway through the second set due to stomach pains.

The poor Belgian has been nursing an injured shoulder throughout the tournament with anti-inflammatory pills, ones that she doubled up nearer to the final day and caused major ouches and bloatedness in her tummy.

Pure heartbreaker  :(

**Clijsters walked off with an injured ankle in the third set thanks to a nasty wrong-footer

Amphibious crustaceans

Did you know that crayfish is not halal?

For those in the dark, crayfish—known also as crawfish, crawdads, yabbies, mudbugs, carmels, spoondogs, and sometimes even mistaken for lobsters—are freshwater shellfish that look like little lobsters, to which they are closely related.

Although crayfish are of the crustacean family, most (if not all) of them have an amphibious nature. Hence making it haram (forbidden) for consumption by a Muslim.

How I learnt of this fact is this: a few years ago, I was an Account Executive who serviced IKEA. Every year, IKEA holds a Swedish carnival where they sell all sorts of Swedish goodies, a special crayfish savoury included.

Apparently, a patron informed them of the little-known non-halal nature of crayfish. The people at IKEA checked with the local Islamic bodies, and what resulted was the "Non-Halal" sign that accompanied their Swedish crayfish specialty in all parties held after.

But then again... Perhaps, just like crabs**, not all crayfish are amphibious crustaceans.

Anybody can help verify this?

In any case, remember the general rule: if even the tiniest shadow of a doubt exists, don't eat it!

**yep, not all crabs are edible by Muslims. The big black crabs—ones that can be found still alive and clawing at the supermarket—are one of the few that are non-halal. So, the next time you’re thinking of devouring them delicious “fatty crabs,” be sure to check on the type of crab used! Also, be cautious of the sauce as most of the time it would contain lard  :/

Advantage: Heelys

And a great ending it was to my day.

Whoever said that overnight sensation Marcos Baghdatis beating a supposedly off-form 2nd-seeder Andy Roddick was due to sheer fluke?

Eat your words.

Last night, eyes all over the globe were gifted with yet another deliciously miraculous feat by the 20-year-old Greek Cypriot, who aced his way to his first-ever OZ Open final—excuse me, make that his first-ever Grand Slam final—from two games down.

It was, undoubtedly, no easy task, no was José. The 2003 world junior champ had to sweat buckets in the semi-final versus Argentine David Nalbandian [4th seed] who has been oozing with on-form tennis for the past few months, spelling on-court toughness for himself and on his opponent.

The first two sets saw Nalbandian having an answer to almost every challenge that Baghdatis threw his way, and this appeared to have broken the younger player's game and confidence, resulting in 3-6 and 5-7 in favour of the Argentine.

The problem was, Nalbandian got Baghdatis thinking**.

Which, gathering from his last three post-match interviews, seems to be Baghdatis's Achilles' heel.

Refusing to let his fans down, however, Baghdatis snapped out of negativity and bounced back on his power-Heelys feet (you know, he with the wheels in his sole). Gone were the wrecked nerves witnessed in the first two, and back were the power serves and epic returns.

Slowly but surely, Baghdatis started to conquer one game at a time in unforgettable and almost unbelievable fashion.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

**Moral of the story? Stop thinking and start doing.

Oh what a great start

... to my morning.

Firstly, the yummy doubles pair of Mike and Bob Bryan have crushed Paul Hanley and Kevin Ullyett (straight sets 6-3 6-4) to book a spot in the men's doubles finals.

More importantly, a sending home each from Loius Saha and Ruud van Nistelrooy ensured Man United's victory over Blackburn, setting up a finals clash with the conquerers of Arsenal, WIgan Athletic.

If all goes my way, this silly grin will stay on my face thanks to Justine Henin-Hardenne and Marcos Baghdatis, who are each up for a semi-final face-off versus Maria Sharapova and David Nalbandian respectively today.

What women want

Got this from a dear friend. Personally think that it’s a bull’s eye for both genders.

As here lies the answer to what us women have always been asking ourselves (read: “what are we really longing for in a man?”), and what the men have been wondering and perplexed about for centuries (“women—what do they really want?”).

In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question, "What kind of man are you looking for?"

She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking, "Do you really want to know?"

Reluctantly, he said, "Yes."

She began to expound...

"As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man...or woman for that matter. I am in the position to ask, "What can you bring to the table?"

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.

She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money. I need something more."

"I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life."

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.

She said, "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man."

"I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster."

"I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don't need a financial burden. I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded."

"I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive... he just has to be worthy.

“God made woman to be a helpmate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself."

When she finished her spiel, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said, "You're asking a lot."

She replied, "I'm worth a lot."

Grand slams

He swathes his racquet like a shimmering sword, slicing, spinning and chopping at his foes.

He punches his heart after big points, alluding to his passion and commitment to the contest, and what's at stake.

Sprinting to a two-set lead, he appeared to lose his way in the third and fourth sets, but managed to regroup and capture the thrilling fifth and deciding set in peerless fashion.

"I played great tennis first two sets and then I start thinking," he said after the match.

"Whenever I had break point or was close to break him again, start thinking about the victory, start thinking about a lot of things."

"In the fifth set I just said to myself, 'I just fight for it'. And couldn't find any solutions."

"So the only thing I had to do is just put the ball in the court, just try to fight every point, just try not to make a lot of mistakes, go for the right shots at the right moment.

"I got pumped up. I start to move a lot and start to have fun, start to enjoy it in the match. It just pumped me up and made me get some more energy to finish it up."

Can [he] believe that he is in the semi-final of a Grand Slam?

"Not yet," he said. '"I don't want to believe it and I don't want to think about it. I just want to take the match like it's a first round and just fight my way through." – australianopen.com

The thrills, the skills, the quality of tennis that was witnessed by the world last night, only one word can describe it: INSANE.

Indeed, tennis has found a new star. One with amazing legs and unbelievable energy. One who chases almost every single ball down the line. One who breaks top seeds down mentally.

One whose name is Marcos Baghdatis.

The 20-year-old unseeded sophomore who ousted 2nd-seed Andy Roddick in the second round of the 2006 Australian Open, as well as 7th-seed Ivan Ljubicic at the quarter-final stage—both done in a remarkably unforgettable fashion.

Next up: semi-final slog vs David Nalbandian [4th seed]

Here's praying that my boy Baghdatis will continue with his grand slams to reach the finals... with Roger Federer.

As for the ladies', needless to say am delighted that my girl Justine Henin-Hardenne kicked Lindsay Davenport's butt. Hopefully she'll shut Maria Sharapova up in the semis, and present us with a mouth-watering final face-off versus my second fave, Martina Hingis.

Aggregate: 2-2

Congrats, Arsenal, for beating Wigan.

Too bad the win doesn’t matter as the latter got through to their first-ever major final on away goals.

Woo hoo!

Marcos & Justine

I know, I know, I must be boring you with all the OZ Open stuff... But am obsessed!

How can I not be? Today, two of my fave contenders are battling it out in quarter-final showdowns.

In fact, as I type this entry out right now, my girl Justine Henin-Herdenne [8th seed] is fighting her heart out against world and tournament #1, Lindsay Davenport.

And here I am, still stuck at this cold, gray office, nowhere near a TV. Tis a first-degree crime, really.

Am hoping and praying that I could leave early today, early enough to catch my boy Marcos Baghdatis [unseeded] vs 7th-seed Ivan Ljubicic.

Earlier today, the only Argentine still standing, David Nalbandian [4th seed], did his personal OZ Open best by booking a place in his first-ever semis after defeating unseeded Fabrice Santoro, while the barbie doll of tennis, Maria Sharapova [4th seed], ousted fellow Russian, Nadia Petrova [6th seed].

Crossing my fingers that I will be able to witness other QF's, live:

[2nd seed]  Kim Clijsters  vs.  Martina Hingis [unseeded]
[3rd seed]  Amelie Mauresmo  vs.  Patty Schnyder [7th seed]

[21st seed]  Nicolas Kiefer  vs.  Sebastien Grosjean [25th seed]
[1st seed]  Roger Federer  vs.  Nikolay Davydenko [5th seed]

Such exciting times ahead. Be still my heart!

Money money money

Ever wondered how much moolah the Williams sisters have smashed their way to? Serena’s got USD$15,874,887, while older sis, Venus, USD$16,012,656.

You’d think that those two would be at the top of the list, but you couldn’t be more wrong. Comeback queen Martina Hingis’s total earnings is a flashier USD$18,358,600.

World #2 Kim Clijsters, who's due for an OZ Open quarter-final berth against Hingis, has made herself USD$12,901,245 rich, while my vote for female OZ Open champ Justine Henin-Hardenne has a total of USD$9,464,009.

Henin-Hardenne will be facing off (QF) against the big kahuna of women’s tennis (in both rankings and earnings), Lindsay Davenport, who's total winnigs of USD$21,379,465 is more than that of Roger Federer's!

World #1 male tennis player Federer, the conquerer of oh-so-many tourneys, has collected a cool USD$20,374,573 in prize money. I have a feeling, however, that this figure's gonna rise soon enough as although I'd like to see new hands lifting the trophy, it's highly unlikely it's gonna be those of anyone else's besides FedEx's.

Now, here's the 411 on the millions made by other current tennis bigshots: Lleyton Hewitt collected USD$15,981,107, Marat Safin USD$12,206,048, Juan Carlos Ferrero USD$10,243,728, and Andy Roddick USD$9,545,516.

The champion of champs? My all-time fave Andre Agassi, who's got a whopping USD$30,996,275. Granted, he's been around forever, but hey, it ain't easy to keep winning—especially not against much younger hence fitter opponents. Agassi is the epitome of a golden oldie, indeed.

Anyway, whoever said there’s no money in sports?

Kissing a fool

My latest fixation... Thanks to Michael Bublé.

You are far
When I could have been your star
You listened to people
Who scared you to death, and from my heart
Strange that you were strong enough
To even make a start
But you'll never find
Peace of mind
Til you listen to your heart

People
You can never change the way they feel
Better let them do just what they will
For they will
If you let them
Steal your heart from you

People
Will always make a lover feel a fool
But you knew I loved you
We could have shown them all
We should have seen love through

Fooled me with the tears in your eyes
Covered me with kisses and lies
So goodbye
But please don't take my heart

You are far
I'm never gonna be your star
I'll pick up the pieces
And mend my heart
Maybe I'll be strong enough
I don't know where to start
But I'll never find
Peace of mind
While I listen to my heart

But remember this
Every other kiss
That you ever give
Long as we both live
When you need the hand of another man
One you really can surrender with
I will wait for you
Like I always do
There's something there
That can't compare with any other

You are far
When I could have been your star
You listened to people
Who scared you to death, and from my heart
Strange that I was wrong enough
To think you'd love me too
I guess you were kissing a fool
You must have been kissing a fool

Such a sad, bittersweet number, sigh.

Am longing to hear the original by George Michael. Anyone got it?

Red, red grass of home

ManU 1-0 Liverpool.

'Nuff said.

Handphone in schools?

The gomen is having second thoughts about the ruling that allows children to use handphones in schools.

According to the papers, the Education Ministry will not pass this notion "if school authorities and parents feel they are not ready for the responsibility. Basically, the Education Ministry does not want to prevent the use of handphones in schools. But their use by both teachers and students must be controlled so that the teaching and learning process is not disrupted.”

Why this idea was brought forth in the first place is because some parents have expressed peace of mind about their child's whereabouts and safety if the latter carries a handphone around at all times.

But Gerakan Wanita's secretary-general reckons “if we are worried about the safety of students, why not install more public phones in school premises.”

Like, hello? Have these people even been near a public phone lately? It's usually faulty, smelly, and for some kids, out of reach.

Also, there's always the issue of children not having any money left from recess/lunch.

Moreover, it's almost impossible for moms and dads to track down their child with this communication channel. Unless, of course, youngsters nowadays have a thing for hanging out at the phone booth...

But most importantly, if they were being chased by an abductor, stopping at a public phone ain't that great an idea, innit!

More world-class-sportspersons-in-the-making for Malaysia, eh?

Youngsters outshine seniors in national championships

PETALING JAYA: Youngsters stole the show in the just concluded inter-state and national bowling championships at the Pyramid Mega Lanes here, indicating the start of a change of guards in the national team.

Adrian Ang became the youngest male national champion at 18 while another 18-year-old, Sharon Koh, also gave an outstanding performance to lift the women's title for the first time.

The other young women who outshone their seniors were Siti Safiyah Amirah Abdul Rahman, 15, and Nur Syakirah Yeoh, 17.

In the men's competitions, 18-year-old Zaid Izlan Abdul Hakimi of Selangor also stood out, winning the inter-state all-events gold medal. Sarawakians Issac Russel Paul, 19, and Jonathan Lim, 21, also did well to finish fourth and fifth in the national championships.

The Malaysian Tenpin Bowling Congress (MTBC) secretary Sidney Tung said that they were elated over the performances of the youngsters in the national championships. -- The Star

Nice. Very nice.

Married men = more desirable?

Was listening to the Hitz.fm Morning Crew this morning, and one of the many topics that they were babbling on about was "why do women find married men more attractive?"

This got my mind wandering, pondering, thinking. I tried getting into the psyche of these kind of women (hey, not all of us are like that ya), imagining the way their mind works and wild-guessing their wants and needs.

The first thing that came to mind was good old human nature. Many people want what they can't have; the more something is off limits, the more they want it. Sometimes—most of the time—the object of people’s obsession is only desirable because he/she is prohibited from having it.

Some evil beings even go as far as making it a personal challenge. These are the sort who will do anything and everything to get what they want, and will only be contented if and only if they win over the prohibited object from the original owner. Even if they didn’t really want it in the first place. Ah, isn’t ego a beautiful thing!

But ego alone can’t be held culpable for this oft-frowned-upon mindset. Destruction can also arise due to yet another shameful trait of mankind: Envy. In this day and age, isn't it just too goddamn hard to not be overcome by jealousy? I mean, come on, we all know how hard it is to get a man nowadays, much less a decent one. So, when single females see other married ones blissfully settled down—especially to one who’s a dream-guy type—of course the temptation to also be adored, pampered, and put on that same pedestal can get just too much to bear.

But then again, thinking further I thought, nah, not everyone has a black heart.

So, perhaps the pull factor of married men is due to the idea that they aren't afraid of commitment, and that’s sexy somehow.

Also, the taken ones give the perception that they have some sort of direction in life (usually, they’re married ‘cause it’s part of some sort of life plan or target, i.e. get a job by 23, get a car by 24, get a house by 25, get hitched by 26, get a kid by 28—you get my drift), and this translates into stability and security… which is what every woman crave—and would do anything—for.

Melbourne Fashion Week (con't)

Just one last thought: If the ladies' attires are getting tinier and skimpier, why can't the same kind of revolution take over men's tennis?

Am imagining hotties like Rafael Nadal, Guillermo Coría, Paradorn Srichaphan, and the Bryan twins fashioning a bare-naked-at-the-top-and-butt-hugging-at-the-bottom* look.

Absolute drool inducer, mmmhmmm.

Hey, shun me not as it ain't no sin for moi 'cause aurat for males is only between the belly-button and knee... so bite me! ;p

*don't get me wrong ya, me not talkin 'bout tight pants a la the ones worn by cyclists, no way José. Thinkin' more along the lines of those usually sported by Rafael Nadal... but no wedgies, pls!

Melbourne Fashion Week

Gosh, did you see Russia's Maria Kirilenko fashioning a Stella McCartney in the sports pages? If you haven't the slightest idea what I'm on about, go flip through the last few pages of today's Star or NST.

Women's tennis is getting hotter and hotter, innit.

Thank goodness the glam girls of tennis today are not like those of yesterday (read: Anna Kournikova). In fact, this year's OZ Open promises not just scantily clad booties, but also much nail-biting excitement what with the skills of so many top-notch players. Check out the full 411, taken from the papers:

Women's tennis is more competitive than ever and there are at least a dozen genuine hopefuls for the first major of 2006.

The field includes 10 Grand Slam winners and eight players who have held the number one ranking, making it possibly the most open Australian Open.

Seven different players have won the last seven women’s Grand Slam tournaments. Unlike the men's tournament, where Roger Federer is an overwhelming favourite, the rankings offer little guidance for finding the women's winner.

My pick on miss-her-and-weep players:

Lindsay Davenport
- Current world #1. Nuff said.

Kim Clijsters
- The present world #2 will be painfully giving her level best, literally. Nagging problems with her injured hip has threatened her possibility of playing in this year OZ Open, but apparently she’s gonna go for gold with the much-needed help of painkillers. You go, girl!

Martina Hingis: The Return
- She’s back from her injury-induced premature retirement. This former world #1 has six consecutive Australian Open finals (1997 – 2002) in her resume. She won three of them.

Maria Sharapova
- Became the Queen of Wimbledon two years ago but that’s been about it for her, really. Of course, Sharapova’s jaw-dropping Barbie-doll exterior and, uh, “unique” cries on court have gotten her very far, what with all the men out there praying for her to go on and on to every tourney’s finals. Once there, win or lose, the adoring males are happy campers. And the fact that Ms Sharapova can actually play good tennis wins her points with the ladies as well.

Serena Williams
- American idol Ms Williams has been rather tame for a while so my bets are that she's gonna be very, very wild and hungry Down Under. She is, after all, the tourney’s defending champion.

You can forget about catching her sister, Venus, in action though. She’s already made a shock first-round exit in the hands of 18-year-old Grand Slam debutante from Bulgaria, Tszvetana Pironkova. Tsk tsk.

But the older Miss Williams in not alone in her misery. 9th-seed Elena Dementieva was also forced to pack up her bags and leave Melbourne Park after a 7-5 6-2 boo-boo to Germany's Julia Schruff, ranked at #80.

Others to look out for: India’s Sania Mirza and China’s Li Na.

As for the men’s, all I can say is: B-O-R-I-N-G.

Why? Because despite having dominated oh-too-many tournaments already, current world #1 Roger Federer’s headaches have been reduced to only Andy Roddick, David Nalbandian, Guillermo Coria and OZ-boy Lleyton Hewitt, as injuries have struck out power names like Andre Agassi, Marat Saffin and yummy Rafael Nadal.

Sigh. It looks like FedEx is the word again.

Speaking of which, I wonder when FedEx The Company will tie itself with FedEx The Tennis Superstar. Major “pimp my brand” opportunity right thurr.

* For up-to-date info on the Australian Open, click here

King Henry seen shopping in Spain?

In today's Star Sports:

Arsenal chairman Peter Hill-Wood revealed yesterday that he fears French striker Thierry Henry will leave Highbury at the end of the season.

The 28-year-old Arsenal star is out of contract in 2007 and has been linked with a move to Barcelona.

The club are anxious to keep the Frenchman but he has so far been unwilling to discuss a new deal.

I'm seriously salivating at the mere thought of Ronaldinho, Eto'o and Henry playing together. It'll be total madness!

But apparently, Madame Henry (who's English) is not open to the idea of leaving her beloved country. Especially not since they now have a daughter who's only turning one in May. Get this: her name is Tea.

Tea lah, Apple lah, Romeo lah... These Westerners must be nuts.

But still, that's not anywhere near as crazy as Ronaldinho, Eto'o and Henry in the same team. Slurrrp!

Rocked to deaf

Guitarist Pete Townshend of British rock giants The Who has warned rock fans to lose the earphones, NST reports today.

"I have unwittingly helped to invent and refine a type of music that makes its principal components deaf. Hearing loss is a terrible thing because it cannot be repaired. If you use an iPod or anything like it, you may be okay. But my intuition tells me there is terrible trouble ahead," says Townshend.

And listen to him, you ought to--Townshend himself suffers from a loss of hearing. You might think that all those mega-deafening concerts which The Who are famous for that did it for him. You can't be more wrong.

"My own particular kind of damage was caused by using earphones in the recording studio, not playing loud on stage."

Nasty!

Glory Glory

Tonite is ManU vs Arse.

May the force be with the Red Devils.

And may Arsene prove once more that he ain't nothing but a Wanker.

Kau Hancurkan Hatiku

Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.

That's what I was silently chanting on New Year's Day. To no avail; it just kept on pouring. And pouring. And pouring.

You know the kind of rain that lasts and lasts? I call it "romantic rain," only because that's all it's good for--warming up to and cuddling with your loved ones under the covers.

But last Sunday wasn't that kind of a time for me. It was Peterpan concert day, and the organisers somehow thought it was a brilliant idea to have it in the mighty outdoors of Stadium Merdeka. Booyakasha!

There were 5 of us, and 3 umbrellas. Not too great but not too bad. That is, until the people at the gate told us that no brollies were allowed inside. Booyakasha!

I remember thinking "I can't believe we're doing this for Peterpan." Don't get me wrong, I love the Indo band. But not enough to weather through the storm, man.

Forgive me, but I'm not one of those people who like the rain. In fact, I hate the rain. I hate gettin drenched. I hate gettin pruned. Hate gettin my feet cold. Hate the yucky stink of humidity. Anyhow, I digress.

All wet, cold and wrinkly, we made our way to the sides, where thankfully there was a tad bit of shade. Our RM45 tickets restricted us from being right in front of the stage (which, in this case, spelt a muddy field), but seeing how heavy the rain was, I really couldn't complain.

For being the holders of the cheapest tickets, for real, I felt like I never left Jakarta on Boxing Day. The thousands around us were made up of mostly those people with Javanese as their mother tongue. Mad dodgy... Booyakasha!

Anyway, staying true to its kind, the concert started late. Local opening acts Pretty Ugly and Gerhana Skacinta kicked things off, faring OK and excellent respectively. The latter's take on "Singkong Dan Keju" (you know, "aku suka singkong kau suka keju, oh oh oh oh!") seriously got the crowd hollering and dancing like nobody's watching. A brag-deservingly clever choice, indeed.

Finally, the arrival of the moment everyone was waiting for. As soon as the 6 Peterpan members were sighted, the crowd went wild.

Dripping with charisma, frontman Ariel serenaded the audience with his hauntingly melancholic voice, gifting them with Peterpan's brand of populars. But it seems his was an easy job, since he could take breathers as the crowd did him the favour of singing their hearts out during most of the choruses.

"Shocking" it was to witness how massive the sea of Peterpan fans in Malaysia's capital city is.

Even more shocking was the aftermath of some hooligans crashing the barrier between the classes, running forward to be closer to their singing sensations.

But the FRU and RELA wouldn't have none of that, no way José. They ventured into a chasing game much like "Police & Thief," discreetly bashing people along the way and dumping them back in the lower-class area.

I don't know what the big deal is. I mean, it's not like the "special" area in front of the stage was filled to the brim. Why couldn't they just allow people to advance forward and fill up the empty spaces? Makes no sense whatesoever.

Opps, I digress yet again. Back to the matter at hand: Peterpan. Great songs, great stage presence, great crowd interaction. All-around great performers.

So great, still ringing in my ears are their scrumptious live renditions of my much-loved "Ada Apa Denganmu," Mungkin Nanti," "Tak Bisakah," "Jauh Mimpiku"... And my absolute fave of the night, "Ku Katakan Dengan Indah" (you know, "kau hancurkan hatiku, hancurkan lagi") which had a twist of hip hop to it thanks to our very own Joe Flizzow and Phlowtron. I like.

Pokoknya, Peterpan rocks. Keren banget deh!