Lame-a-thology for dummies

I have been thinking a lot lately. The only problem is that I have been thinking of things unrelated to my dissertation!! Maybe it is the ‘highlands factor’ from which I have just returned that just gives u that extra dreamy/philosophical outlook of life.

Nevertheless, got to pick myself up. Soilicit your prayer support as I seek to complete my dissertation.

Anil.

Wah…………I didn’t know that my blog can have such devastating effects. One day after my post about Malaysian football, Tengku Abdullah, the deputy President of FAM resigned. And now apparently the President of FAM also resigning. Hats off to them. But what took them so long ah?

So, now, some ‘fresh blood’ is supposed to be injected into FAM. My gut feeling tells me that “somebody’s” son in law is going to get the job la. Coz the feller is fresh and got blood. And most importantly……he is somebody’s son in law. You know i know la hor.

Anyway, may the best man get the job.

I dont know what made me watch Malaysia’s game with Uzbekistan on Saturday night over RTM 1 online.  Maybe it was sheer joblnessness, and maybe coz my beloved Chinese housemate kept cursing how Malaysia could go down 5 goals to what he calls a ‘terrible Chinese team’. Neverthless, there I was, sitting in front of my comp, (only the second half luckliy) listening to Hasbullah Awang and this other ‘I’m trying my best to be a football expert’ commentator. The two commentators lack of professionalism itself was bad enough to turn off any football fan. But Anil being Anil, tried to find some pleasure in everything. I kind of enjoyed listening to the Malay commentary after some time. Some common catch phrase for the Malaysian team were:

“Ahhh………..tak lepas” (ie player lost the ball)

“Sekali lagi tak lepas” (ie player lost ball again)

“Thiru kepada Indra……………Indra lari disitu dengan bola……Nampaknya bersemangat pasukan Malaysia di separuh masa kedua ini (mnd u by this time, Malaysia was losing 0-3) Indra terus lari………….Di berikan kepada Hairrudin (commentator raises voice in excitement)…………….Ah! Sayang di situ nampaknya…………Pemain dari Uzbekistan nombor 14 Arif begitu cepat sahaja melakukan closing down setiap kali Malaysia mara ke hadapan (still refusing to blame our lack of skill)…….oh tidak nombor 14 tadi Hassan……(the normal Malaysian commentator’s mistake)”

To be honest with you, Malaysia had a good spell for about 20 minutes in the second half. Probably they knew that I was watching and that inspired them…….ahem. But then the goal-gates opened again la. We (I mean in referece to my parent’s country) ended the match 5-0.  And I felt so stupid watching my parent’s country being humiliated, wasted my 45 minutes. Also felt sorry for that little boy they kept focusing in the stadium carying the Malaysian flag cheering on his team. He should be given a refund!

Whilst watching the game, I thought to myself. With all the hype of football in Malaysia, we could not even produce a team in the last 20 years, to effectively challange for glory even in South East Asia. The best Malaysian player on the pitch last night were two Indians, ie Thirumurugan and centre-back Nanthakumar. And mind you, there were no Ah Chongs or Ah Dongs on the pitch. Why? Is the best man getting the job? Is there not even one Ah Chong in Malaysia fit to wear the Malaysian shirt? And who’s that coach when we have Shebby Singh week in week out criticising Arsene Wenger and Rafa Benitez week in week out (mind you, Shebby wouldn’t dare criticise Ferguson).

Own up Malaysia. Till you practice true meritrocracy, you are going to continue being in the doldrums. For now, I just give thanks that my team (ie Man Utd) never made it to Malaysia on our pre-season tour. Can you imagine how many Ronaldo, Rooney, Anderson,Nani, Giggs, Scholes, and maybe Tevez would have scored against Malaysia? Fuhh………… I wouldn’t want to imagine. Hence the title…..Malaysia Bo-lah. (Bo in Hokkien is none or finished I think)

With all the hype surrounding the 07.07.07 marriages……. I was thinking to myself, that the most probable date for me, in case I decide to choose one of the special dates would be 11.11.11.

11 is certainly a number very close to my heart. Ryan Giggs, ie Ryanil (they are both one and the same) wears no 11 jersey and ‘WE” have gone on to enjoy great success at Man Utd. As much as 11 represents “OUR” achievement, it is also a target that “WE” intend to achieve in football. Till now, Giggs has achieved 9 Premiership medals, two more to make it 11. It wont be long before we achieve it.

And now 11 represents another target for Ryanil. The date of marriage. I would be 26.9 years old then (8 days to my birthday, officially 27 lah). Sounds a bit young eh. But dunno. Announcement to all potential suitors. Place your application forms before that date or risk missing the boat………….hahahaha.

(ps: this would mean wai nyan (with his 26 years old marriage promise) and I could end up getting married in the same year!! Double celebrations! cool!)

This is in no way a sequel to the previous post. The time has almost come for me to soon return to the land of mamks and curry. Tomorrow, I would offically book my flight ticket, which then makes certain the date that I would actually fly back. It would be most probably be in mid-September thereabouts.

Suddenly, a multitude of thoughts seems to be striking me. Ok I am going back to do the CLP, which God-willing, I would pass fast enough to land me in practice. Then start work. Join the rat race, the office politics, then maybe get a girl who has a car (so that I need not buy a car too soon lah) hahaha……. Things seems so predictable eh? I know not if it is going to so smooth sailing after all. Coz I want to make sure that I make my best use of my working experience before moving on to do more meaningful things. Yet, I sometimes feel that it is me dictating my own future rather than God. Which is bad. Haih.

 Funny thoughts have also struck me. Suddenly I am interested in politics. Probably coz of the books that I have been reading lately. Imagine me as a politician……….Parliament will be such a better place to be in, with lame jokes all. hahaha. But I then rubbished it off coz i felt that I will not be able to tolerate Malaysian politics. Then I pictured myself as Dr.Anilraj ie coming back to do my PhD. Which seemed a bit more probable, but I’m not the nerdy academic type……..So that is for now also on the sidelines.

At the end of the day, I think, much will depend on how far I get in practice. Got these high hopes of ‘making a difference’ in our judicial system, but don’t know how that is going to be done. Got to walk in faith and follow Him wherever He leads.

Things are getting really bored here. Some of my frineds have made their way back home, no more classes, a quieter flat, a more boring life, u name it…………….basically life is getting to a slower pace.

But things are not meant to be at such a slow pace. I have got a dissertation to complete that is going to take the life out of me. Haven’t really started writing though I know what I want out of it. It is just utter lack of motivation, in other words, lazy.

Somebody…….pls, somebody………..come over and give me a kick pls. I need it ever so badly. Haih…..

I never came to terms with the game of golf. One man, trying his luck to hit a hole in one or an eagle, and when he does it consistent enough, he calls it ‘skill’. Today, I witnessed an even bigger outrageous sporting event…………….. horse racing.

My countrymen was just mad! Spending hundreds of pounds on liquor, bets, clothes, just for an evening of horse racing that does not even last 5 minutes per race. I really can’t explain what is becoming of them…….Haih.

Anyway, I enjoyed watching the rich Brits coming out on their evening, in full glamour, overhearing their politically correct conversations and rather fake jokes…. But that is how it is……….The best way, the British way!

So, looks like I don’t have a choice. Got to teach myself to enjoy horse racing soon. (minus the alcohol though)

I have had lots of complains from ‘fans’ that I have not been consistent enough in my blog. My apologies. I have been away for about 10 days or so on a trip. As much as the trip was nice, it feels great to be back where I belong…………..England.

After touring Paris and Italy, I found that as soon as I reached Newcastle, I felt like I was back home. Moving from the UK to France and then to Italy, I realised that in all its splendour, the EU still has much to learn from the UK and I wonder if the EU would do any good to the UK with its already high standards. The outskirts of Paris was as dirty as Pudu and the situation in Rome, ie the management of things, corruption, lazy officers, was as bad, if not worse than some of the Asian countries. We were on the train leaving to Pisa and the train was delayed. To make things worse, the conductor kept shoving in passengers to an already packed train with malfunctioned air-conditioning in the heat of the summer. At that time, I thought to myself, even Putra LRT has better air-conditioning and someone to control the crowd during peak hours. And of course in my country, such things will not happen.

So much for the glamour of Europe tours. I feel that Euro tours are over-rated. The amount of money you pay. The difficluties in finding good food, and even if you manage to find good food, it would be expensive. Don’t get me wrong…………Europe is nice……but it does not make the attractions in any Asian countries any inferior. Nevertless, I carry much wonderful memories with me in this recent trip. If I have extra money after touring my Asian countries, I would mind returning………….probably with a private chef!!

Anil

I have just been thinking, there are many ways in which our friends shape us. Our manner of speech, our actions, our likes, our dislikes, our activities, our food etc. Like how I am now better at speaking Honglish coz I have a couple of Hong Kong friends here.

 But what identity do you carry as Anil’s friend? It will be great to hear from u people first (hopefully there are fellas reading my blog). But in the event no one responds, then as a face-saving mechanishm, I will come out with my own list la.

In deep thought,

Anil

I ended up paying RM49.00 for some mussels dish today. Meant to be my flat’s post-exam celebration dinner. It wasn’t too bad la, but I wouldn’t trade mussels for my Malaysian si ham, when added with the char keow teow…………..fuhh i tell you, the taste is superb. It taste even better if eaten in Kampar market coz u pay something like RM2.20 only.

Then came the painful part as we were eating dinner. Here was Anil, all concerned about having mussels and its high cholestrol and its impact on my already excessive body weight. And beside me were two girls, whose combined weight would not even equal to my body weight in whole, whacking one kilo of mussels each as if mussels were getting extinct the very next day. After whacking that 1 kilo ah, one of them said she wants to go home and have rice, and the other said that she was not really full.

And poor Anil, ordered half a kilo of mussels, ate it with great care, pondering which part of my belly would accomodate this excess food, which my body suggests I do not need. Why is it so unfair? I always have friends wating more than me and they never grow! I grow, and grow side-ways. Non-stop from day one till now.

I watched as they finished their 1 kilo of mussels. I was still a bit hungry and I contemplated having another bun. After much thought, I called for the waiter and made that guilty confession of my need for a bread. And I got my bread…………..and the waiter said that I can have it for free!!!! Fuhh, I tell you, the feeling of getting anything free in England is just inexplainable. Then in pure asian culture, steep with its tradition of kiasuism, my friend also requested for another bread. Value for money mah. The waiter just smiled.

It was the end of yet another dinner. Content with the free bread and a filled stomach, we journeyed up Grey’s Street in Newcastle. Then I did my trademark ‘pull my pants up’ thing and whispered in my heart……my mussles will turn muscles someday. Im sure it will.

Sealed with lameness and exaggeration,

Anil.