Eat my foot!

As a neutral, I can tell you that the current English team (or at least the team for last couple of years), don't know how to play football as individuals or as a team. They have the basics (they can kick, shoot and all that...) , but they don't know how to play football the way it should be. They play like a losing German. However, the German could be in the final because they have the heart and they play as a team. When you don't know how to play football, play like the German.
There's no one in the German team can consistently dribble past players, the same goes to England, but the German could play neat passing football. The English couldn't, they just don't know where to pass the ball. The Germans don't have a genuine play-maker who can dictates the game, but they have 11 players who look like scoring at some part of the game. All the English players think they can score, but they couldn't even get near to it. The Germans don't have much ideas, so as the English, but the former have players that will execute the same script of game plan that they commonly shared. England have no idea! They might have... Long ball! or the occasional inaccurate long range shooting. Huh!? Both German and England have goalkeepers who are inconsistent at club levels. But Jens Lehmann always rise to the occasion. The German have a coach with great sense of fashion in Joachim Low, in contrast with Steve McClaren. However, Joachim Low screamed and jumped at his players. He seemed not to care his clothes. The latter tried to look as an English gentleman who seemed to forget the fact that there were football matches, which was a fight in every match in front of him.
The English player can afford to be primadonnas if they have skills like ronaldo or zidane or at least Schweinsteiger. If not, behave like Arne Friedrich. The English public should realize by current standards, qualification is not their right. Others are more deserving.

Sushi Love

Raw as it seems
So is my love...
You maybe in doubt
But I have none

You could ask me why...
But I could only tell you what...

Come we meet
I will smile
You are so sweet you make me melt
But I am no chocolate for I am too raw
It is not in your hands I will thaw

Let me enter
You have stolen my heart
I want to take yours
You can keep mine

I hope you will come and try
I already enjoy yours
And you will enjoy mine
Like the sushi we tried on that nite

Jack and Gina II

It was just a misunderstanding. Gina confided Jack. Rather surprised, he was quickly bing apologetic. He was the moron. So he thought. Perhaps all this happened when the heart was unattended by words. Words that ought to be said in order for the heart and mind to comprehend the real nature of the world of man and woman.
Nothing was planned, just like the state of love in the natural way. When it happens it happens. It was a great day of surprise for the heart since happiness surprisingly shown its true colors. But it was not clear in the beginning since the the cloud of uncertainty was the first to emerge. Jack and Gina were going to town. Would it be the red of the idiom or of the blood? They had no idea.
Jack was enjoying the crust of the bread which had brought the only bit of morning joy that he could ever think of that morning when the pigeon from the east landed on his shoulder. There was a message from Gina. It was the kind of message full of hope. The hope of mending something broken. Suddenly, it became clear to Jack that he was the foolish one. For he had made foolish assumptions from foolish thoughts. He decided to get even. He must do justice to his love and his lover. They were going to town.
The journey to town was awkward in the beginning. This was his first and the same was for her. To make things more uneasy for him, the wagon had to be shared with others. He did not have one. He thought he could have done better, but that was the best he could offer. Jack hope Gina would understand. There were things that he could not offer but only his ambitions, dreams and his love. She seemed to understood. He was very hopeful of this.
The part of town they went was one of the merriest. Everybody seemed to be happy even the King decided not to assign any of his guards here so it would not cause any apprehension. They went to see the theater, had lunch and dinner and more importantly Jack and Gina laughed together. The only regret that was in his mind was of the foolish thought he had about Gina. It was not even close to the truth. But he was glad for the misunderstanding since it was the reason both of them were there.
Come midnight they were both thankful and hopeful. He was hopeful that this would be the start of something magical. She was thankful that everything was fine and was hopeful that all this will turn into a affair of love that will last. All this was according to Jack!

Jack and Gina

To the many, it was just an ordinary Saturday. But for him it was the day he woke up with such anticipation that if others had the same sense like him, they would agree that this particular Saturday ought to be a meaningful day. They ought to feel that it was a day where joy and happiness would prevail. For there is no definition of joy and happiness, certainly the meaning could be felt. Only if they were like him.
It was a happy beginning for a man who usually has simple needs. Jack was glad that Gina was there. She didn't talk much. But he cherished each moment when he saw her smiling about something even it was not meant for him and about the way she behaved. She was cute and she had cute behavior. Although it was a sunny midday and he detested the sun, it was for him like the sun was kind and smiling to him although he was sweating profusely. There was something about the sun today.
The land where he plough everyday was his favorite place in the whole wide world. Here he could work and play at the same time. Although such feeling could exist in such place like this, for him it was better since he had in his mind Gina. A girl that he adore for no other reason than love. Love does not have the need to have reason. And that was what was for him.
And because of that he was nice to her. He tried to accommodate all he needs and tried to anticipate what she needed. He didn't care of anything immediate but her. It wasn't easy for him though... She was somewhat happy at sometime and indifferent at sometime. The latter part was not important for him though. The only thing that he cared was to spend sometime with her and that he believed at the very least she knew that on that particular Saturday he wanted to be with her and he made a great effort to do so for he had a sleepless night.
The later part of the day, Gina let Jack knew that she was planning an after work trip to the nearest tavern. She invited Jack and Jack was very happy to hear it. Now he thought he could have the best ever Saturday that year. She also mentioned to Jack that she will be going to the tavern with a friend's wagon with a some of her friend. Apprehension came to his mind. Could he fit in? For he is fat.
When the wagon arrived to pick Gina, she was in a jolly mood. But it was not the same for Jack. The reason being the fact that what he predicted was true. The wagon was full. He could not follow. Gina asked Jack to ask John to fetch him there... Gina had forgotten that John had mentioned to Gina and Jack that he could not bring his wagon inside the land since he had never paid the necessary taxes for the wagon. The King's guard could seize him. So, to be polite and not to let Gina feel guilty in any way, He said he will ask John. And then she was gone.
It was raining at the time Gina left. He was alone. And the Saturday seems to be a lonely day after all for Jack. He could not contact anyone. So he had to spend an hour inside the barn until the rain stopped falling. He walked alone that evening to his shack. He was alright since this was his nature. He was always alone. He was alright though.
The reason for any man to feel good is at least the existence of a woman who can at least willing to share his mishaps by showing her sensitivity or her kindness of the truest kind to him. That was what in his mind during the long walk. He made effort to be with her but she did not. Although he was ok, he thought that it could have been better. They could go together he thought. They could call for a charted wagon or perhaps walk together. But obviously that was not in her mind. It was too late for him. For Jack, it was a lesson.

Love Blues

Is cupid is stupid or something? Or is it that we are too afraid to love? Why be afraid something which suppose to be the most beautiful thing that we know? (I'm ugly though!) Ah... they say love is expensive and free. I don't understand the free part anymore. Maybe there are to many considerations that we make turns it into something expensive. Are the considerations important? Perhaps they are. You tell me. However all the considerations make the love seems to be impure. It is hard to have a carefree and innocent love anymore for we always try to weigh love only to discover that we have no such scale to do the job. And if we fail to do so. Love will turn into something alien.
In every show where alien is the subject, many people hate it. It becomes something to be shunned all the way even if the alien is harmless and cute. Pity the little green hairy thing! It is worth to note that amongst the character, sometime we can find a few that are willing to at least have the guts to figure the mystery revolves around the unfortunate thing. (Hopefully they will not be eaten by the green thing!) We have to believe such pure people exist.
What is so great about this kind of love? It is the greatest since it is an unconditional love. (Unconditional in human terms) We will be a better person since we will open our mind, heart, body and soul to endless adventure and possibilities. Everyday will be an exciting journey since we have a great reason to be grateful and happy. To understand and be understood is the destination of which the key is the love. Even if we unlock one door and we enter it, feelings will kick in. Such sensation will drive us to open more doors.
So, what now? Is there any chance for the great mythical classic love to flourish inside us? I have to tell that it is hard. Nonetheless, do not hate someone who does not believe with this ideal. For this is something that have to be embraced. Not everyone can do it. Perhaps not even me. (Although I think I'm sometime!) What can be done is to hope and to let go. Hope that such love is destined for us since it takes three(3) to tango. And we have to let go something which is not meant for us. (Sense the chemistry or the presence of omen for this) This is the kind of love that I want and hope it is destined for me!

Boring, boring day..... (To the tune of Starry, Starry Nite)

Boring, boring day,
Park my asses here and there,
Lookout on the rainy day,
With ass that has the fat that cant be controlled,
Mellows in my heart,
Eats everything inside out,
Knocks all the smiles and all the guts,
That I always have when in control,

I dont understand what I'm trying to do today!
For today is not a holiday,
And I know that I'm not gay,
No one would listen, no one ever care,
Perhaps i should eat now...

Boring, boring day,
Glaring screen that keeps staring,
Stupid songs that keep playing,
Lost in my ears that never shut,
The song changing tune, silly sound of that woman,
Makes me feel like a woman,
All of these seem to be out of hand...

I don't understand what I'm trying to do today!
For today is a holiday,
But I know that I'm not gay,
No one would listen, no one ever care,
Perhaps i should sleep now...

For she could not love me,
But still my love is true,
And when no hope was left in sight,
On that boring, boring day,
I took my heart, as lovers often do,
But I could have told you, my love,
That I was never meant for one,
As beautiful as you...

Boring, boring day,
The kind of day everyday,
Routines that have no sway,
It's the kind of life that I have to pet,
Like the love that I have met,
The love that is so sad,
The pain that kills my laughs,
Just sit and clogged inside my heart...

Now I think I know, what I have to say to me,
That I suffered for my sanity,
That I have to set me free,
You would not listen, you're not listening still,
Perhaps, you never will...

Boring, boring day.....

Not so sure about Mr Farish A. Noor Malaysia and the Myth of ‘Tanah Melayu’ (Part I)

I'm not sure about Mr Farish A. Noor. Who is a Malaysian? A Malaysian is anyone who is a citizen of Malaysia. He can be a malay, chinese, indian, orang asli... etc or anything in between. Since we come from many, many kind of things that we have. Malay will always be malay, chinese will always be chinese etc and anyone in between will be anyone in between if he chooses so. The idea of malaysian is about having to share the same values and ideas that is fit for every race. This is because not a single chinese want to be a malay and not a single malay wants to be a chinese and the list goes on. We love to be what we are. Dear Mr Farish A. Noor, what is Malaysian Malaysia? Is it about all races being under the same political party? Or is it about being like those european or american countries whereby race, religion and socio-culture did not matter as much? (i say did) or to the extreme... until no more bumiputra status in this land? I would like to hear from you...
If you care, I have the belief that the malay is one the most acceptive and alien tolerant creature in the whole-wide world and the best thing about it is that we never make anybody to assimilate us. We have never banish anyone for the sake that they are different from us unlike some other races in the past. Look at the baba and nyonya in malacca, none have become a malay. Tun Mutakhir (the bendahara as we know it as prime minister) is an indian muslim. Chinese and Indian traders prospered because of melaka. For the malay, i believe that the classic perception towards other races must stay, that is they are just another race like us. Going back to malaysian malaysia. The political landscape of this nation will remain like this, mainstream political party will be of those for a particular race because we are different in many senses but struggling within the same space. If we care to celebrate our differences and share our similarities, then I can say that we are Malaysian Malaysia. It is unfair to question how many Malays think of themselves as Malaysian and are committed to that very same ideal of a Malaysian Malaysia since there is not a single man who is truly a Malaysian Malaysia ever, but only a malay who is a malaysian, a chinese who is a malaysian, an indian who is a malaysian etc and anything in between who is a Malaysian.