Like every typical Chinese men, I dream to be rich. The only way to instant wealth is to strike the jackpot lottery. Chances like these only come like once in a million years of my lifetime! I’ve to be dead like 100 times before I stand the chance to strike the jackpot. And too bad I’m not Lee Kah Sing’s son or the smart genius that created Google, so there goes my chance of being filthy rich.But I won’t let a tiny bump along the road stop me, if I wan my first Ji Pa Ban, I will have to work for it. Some older folks have advised me to work and some friends of mine told me to work smart. Hard or smart, I still have to work for it. I’ve been around long enough to realised that a dream is just a dream, so I’ve decided to ‘kiok tap sat tae” and stick to working hard AND smart!

Here’s another classic hokkien song that I’ve wanted to learn for quite some time. It’s the only hokkien song that most non-hokkien Chinese people know and heard of. This song is like my Red Bull after every game of basketball. Whenever I’m tired and fed up of working, I’d play this song out loud to motivate myself.

I took sometime putting this song up with the lyric in Chinese and Hanyu Pinyin. I’ve also took the time to direct-translate it into English. I hope this song will give the motivation to achieve your dreams. Remember, AI PIA JIA EH IAH!!

Ai piah jia eh iah (爱 拼 才 会 赢)
You Gotta Fight To Win

jit si shi ji ng mien luang than
一 时 失 志 不 免 怨 叹
Once lose faith, no need to lose hope
Jit si lok piek ng mien tan than
一 时 落 魄 不 免 胆 寒
Once dreaded, no need to be scared

na tang sit khi hi bang
那 怕 失 去 希 望
If there’s no hope,

mui dit chui bang bang
每 日 醉 茫 茫
Whole day just go get drunk

bo hun uu the chin ching eu chow lang
无 魂 有 体 亲 像 稻 草 人
No more soul, but got body just like a scarecrow

lin sin ko tee si hai seong eh por luong
人 生 可 比 是 海 上 的 波 浪
Life is just like an ocean’s wave

wu si khi wu shi lo
有 时 起 有 时 落
Sometimes up sometimes down

ho un phai un
好 运 歹 运
Good forture bad fortune

chong mai ciao ki kang lai kia
总 嘛 要 照 起 来 行
Just accept and get thru it

sa hun thi ju tia
三 分 天 注 定
3 points it’s destined

chit hun khor pa pia
七 分 靠 打 拼
7 points you just gotta fight hard

ai piah jia eh iah
爱 拼 才 会 赢
You gotta fight, then you can win

Please note that my translation may not be correct. Please do help correct me if I’m wrong. Thank you.

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A year ago I posted a hokkien song with lyric here on my blog. I pinged my post to PetalingStreet.org and later found out that it got picked up by Tomorrow.sg. Months later, I’ve got so many hits from people of all walks of life visiting my hokkien song post. I was quite surprised.

I soon found out that my femmes Ji Pa Ban song have reached out to the far corners of the world. Hokkien langs from Canada and in Europe are writing in to me thanking me for the great song. Yes, Ji Pa Ban is indeed a great song and I’m glad that it made everyone’s day.

Today, more than a year later, I still have readers visiting my Ji Pa Ban post. I did a check on the Internet and to my surprise, I found that I’m 2nd on GOOGLE and 3rd on YAHOO! Woo hooo!

Listed 2nd on Google for the keyword “Hokkien Song”

Listed 3rd on Yahoo for the keyword “Hokkien Song”

I would like to extend my gratitude to all my hokkien clan and to those who speak and understand hokkien.

Thank you for making this a true JI PA BAN blog!

Back in 1993, I recalled the case of Mona Fendey who brutally severed Datuk Mazlan Idris into 18 parts shocked the nation. Her trial went on for the next 8 years before she was finally sentenced to death by hanging.

Then came Canny Ong’s rape and murder case back in 2003. Canny Ong was abdupted from Bangsar Shopping Complex and was raped. She was then tied up and murdered in the construction area around Old Klang Road near Taman Dato Harun. It was believed that she was charred to death on June 17.

And the highlights of today’s news is the brutal murder case of a Mongolian lady. I’m still unsure of her name since The Star published it as Altantuya Shaariibuu and NST published as Attantuya Shariibu. But from NST, this lady has got an alias and it is Aminah, so I’m gonna refer her as Aminah. Aminah was shot to death, execution-style and then blown to bits somewhere in Puncak Alam.

Severed. Charred. Blown. GRUESOME!

What has come to our society? Snatch theft. Rape and abduction. MURDER. How can we stop all these social illnesses?

My colleagues have been playing futsal every evening since the beginning of March and everytime they asked me to join, I turn them down giving excuses that I have no shoe so and so. Or sometimes I rather go play basketball instead of futsal.

I’ve tried playing football back in school days but I sucked at it. Since then I’ve never set foot in a football field. Few years back I did try getting down with futsal but that too I suck at it. I knew then that I’m just ‘kaki bangku’. But I love sports, though I’m never really good in it, I still enjoy sweating it out playing the sports that I like. So I’ve decided to give futsal another try.

Got my free pair of Nike Futsal shoes from office weeks ago and I’m finally gonna put it to good use…hopefully. So I replied the email from my colleague telling him that I will be joining them this evening. Minutes later, I saw an email sent out to everyone in the office with the subject line, “News of the Day….Galvin is playing Futsal today! Media are coming to cover the event… ” FUK!

I hope it rains today

It’s raining cats and dogs over in Bukit Jalil so here I am, stuck in office wondering what to do. I still have heaps of thing to do but I just don’t feel like working. I wanna go home, damn it!

So instead of wandering around, I took this opportunity to clean up my office desktop. I can across some photos I took quite some time ago so here I am, for the first time, posting photo of myself.

FYI, I’m not camwhoring, I was merely trying out the settings when I was in the lift. I find it quite nice so I decided to post it up.

Nothing fancy, just plain ol me