Again, the UTAR FES Election...

swt case keep coming... its here again. UTAR FES election. Remember last time I wrote an entry Election is jus a game? Yeap thats right, i will nvr change my view. Now, there's a team called A-Team and one new time. A-Team is formed mostly from the old members lo...

The new team one is interesting lo... got few lenglui lo... hmmm... and i have done some survey. I asked my frens around wat do they know about SRC. Hmm, the answer is "dono"

In fact, yes i agree with them, even for me i oso dono them much. And the hillarious thing my frens said (current src) "got position no action"

Lolx... cant blame the students oso.. if src had done something, they din tell the world oso... then src oso shudnt say " wat u din see doesnt mean tat we din do "... this is quite an irresponsible saying leh... src din approach to students and explain wat they had done throughtout the year...

And Im stuck somewhere in the middle... wat shud i do? but, hmm... maybe i will vote new team, cz maybe "time to change"? now the current status is like A- Team = BN, New team = DAP

haha, can see fight? dono yet... but the new team really bring Play station to attract ppl man, as promised lol.... convincing? maybe gua... and lastly, don blame ur FRENS for not helping u, blame URSELF for not helping them at first.

To save a penalty

Today morning's match between england and usa tells a tale of how a failed tactical strategy can have an effect on the entire game. England just can't seem to be able to put the ball to any of their forward in the box. They lack finishing. I mean, England has few of the best players in the world but they just couldn't find the killer instinct. That being said, I realised most teams in the world cup did exceptionally during their first games. It's a tough tournament.

Tactical strategy is very important in any type of games. I remember how Hugo taught us about his way of controlling the game.

Somehow I think teams like Spain, Italy, Germany, Argentina are more fun to watch. There's just something about them. I highly doubt England can go really far, albeit the quality of the individual players. Some of course. Most of their players are not really that good. In general, tactically, England still has a long way to go. I personally feel Germany is going to go a long way and I wish them luck.

Back to some local news, people that know me well enough knows how much I love my country. I would love to see them qualify for the 2015 Asia Cup. If everything does go according to plan, it will be held in Australia, so it would be great that I can watch and support them right here. But, honestly, do any of us see our national team winning the qualifiers? The tigers need more than just supports from the Malaysian public. They need the discipline and mentality to step into the pitch. Did you guys know that some of the Malaysian players back in the 50's did make it to Europe? And here, we wonder, what happened to those glorious days when we used to beat the likes of Japan and Korea? It seemed so long ago.

Forgive all theses nonsense from me but I do have a passion. Frankly, football has been more than a game for me. It's more than just 22 people running around a field chasing a ball. It's more than just what Roy Keane describe as Bentleys, Blonde and Big contract. It's more than just trophies and medals. It's something like seeing 10 big-specky nerds posing for that very picture that stood right there. It could well be something like the mamak food they have after games. It's about me and them.


Football's bitch,
红毛仔

~listening to Zooey Deschanel's Sugar Town~

This is companion piece to another post I had here.

The life and times of the flying trunk

I tend to get messages from my mates back in Malaysia, telling me to stay back in Australia. Thinking it will be the freedom they're looking for. The truth is, no matter how beautiful, how great life can be, or how many strip clubs you can be enjoying, it's never the same. That's why I never can understand how some parents forcefully want their children to start a living in a new country, not knowing how different life can be over the other side.

I've been living in Australia for a year or so and I can feel the difference. Yes, Australia might provide the comfortable life we all seek. In a way, Australia provide the social security that Malaysians yearn to have. You might have a higher income(somehow in a way, I don't get why Malaysians love to convert the money they earn into M'sian ringgit, considering that, in Oz, you earn Oz$, you spend Oz$), you might provide a better lifestyle for your future family, you might have a peace of mind when you retire and you might be able to live and learn a new culture.

Before I came to Australia, I always thought, Australia is a very multicultural country and there is no way I would lose my Malaysian-Chinese-ness. Sorry for tagging myself in a particular race though I have to admit I am more Malaysian than a Chinese and I am very proud of it. During the summer of 2010, I spent 2 months alone in Adelaide, working with a bunch of factory workers, which include 3 Australians, an Indian and loads of Filipinos. Don't get me wrong, the working experience was really great. Understandably, I hang out with a lot of non-Malaysians at the moment.

So, it was like 7am to 3pm and then, back home. Tea break, jogging and dinner, finally, to bed. I didn't really had a lifestyle during that 2 months. The same routine everyday. During that period, sadly, I never ever thought of my beloved Malaysia. The fact is, nothing in Australia really reminds me of the place I was born and bred. It's sad but it's true. For the first time ever, I never felt a single emotion for not celebrating the lunar new year with my family. I just stayed at home and surf the internet. During that period, I didn't speak much of my so called Malaysian accent.

Of course, I met a bunch of new friends and boy did my Malaysian accent came into action. I guess my point is, living and working in Australia might be interesting to people from the outside. Everyday when you flip open the newspaper, you do see pictures of the "boat-people", asylum seekers and refugees waiting for an answer to their prayers. One of the seekers even claim that he rather die in the boat to Australia than to go back to Sri Lanka. Imagine that and you'll realised how insignificant our complaints and whining back home. Like the saying goes, the grass is always greener at the other side. I guess being a offspring of an immigrant, like a lot of Malaysians are, we tend to think life overseas is somewhat better. In some sense, yes, it's statistically true.

To make things easier, think about this. One of my mates, Don, like me, he's of Chinese descent and he's born a Singaporean. He followed his father to Australia when he was two and has been living here ever since. Of course, he speaks with an Aussie accent but think about it, he lost the opportunity to learn to speak mandarin. I believe he would live here for the rest of his life and have children too. One day, his descendants will not have any idea that their forefather is actually a singaporean, rather than a Chinese. If I would to live here, my kids will be Australians, speaking with an Aussie accent. Living an Australian lifestyle and not having the opportunity to live the life I had. It would be such a pity to not able to see what I've seen in Malaysia.

It's true when people say Malaysia is not the same. In fact, you can travel the world and not find a country similar to my beloved homecountry. I stopped saying that I don't want to return to Malaysia. Why wouldn't I want to return to Malaysia? It's a beautiful place and everyone I know is there. I always believe my career will bring me to places I never thought I would end up in. Think about the path I took and I realised, God, I've been to places I myself find weird and unusual. For now, I think it's best for all of us to just concentrating in studying for the next few years. Until then, life can always be unpredictable. Isn't it?

post-script: we're malaysians, not chinese. Cina balik china, I malaysian, so I can stay lah.

Still very much a Malaysian,

红毛仔

~listening to We the king's she takes me high~

HELL? WTF IS HELL? I'll tell you what's hell. That's where I was just now. A F***ing hot girl just sat beside me, a seat away. in a translucent(see thru everything & anything you want) dress. AND. I CAN'T FREAKING TURN MY HEAD TO LOOK. coz it'd be too obvious that I was turning my head 90 degrees!!!

i wish that Mr. hanjun is here so that he can be my wingman and assist me on macking her up ^.^
haha.

by
Captain Awesome.