Sunday, April 29, 2007

i'm not an Man U fan, but...

i used to be a member of ABU, the club that caters to almost 99.98% of the world. it's a club that you're a member of by default - if you weren't a Manchester United Football Club supporter, you're a member of Anyone But United.

well, they won lots, and they had a stylish team, but there was always an air of arrogance and superiority over the rest of the league, and their fans... well, they kinda mirrored their team too (and i don't mean the way the fans play football). (i'm sure i'm going to get sniped here)

but these days, with (ill-gotten?) Russian gas money, the club is more ABC than ABU.

it's actually hard to like Chelsea - they're like a bad dream of excessive riches, able to buy any player they want and behaving like a FIFA 2007 or Championship Manager computer game gone horribly wrong.

their fan base may have enlarged in recent times, but they are comprised mainly of 18-year-olds-and-below (thinking that it is so cool to assemble a fantasy team) and Asians (thinking that it is so cool to support a winning machine). i like Mourinho however - it's always nice to have a refreshing personality in charge, and someone with a very strong character too.

but this year? this year is Manchester United's year. there is a sense of destiny about that team, a sense of inevitability. this is the season that they will "refuse to yield", to quote an article from The Independent.

i think sports brings out the best in a human being, reveals a person's true character instead of building it. and i find it amazing when humans transcend their physical and emotional barriers (regardless of whether or not it is a throwback to the ancient caveman physique-worshipping days) and set new standards for the human race as a whole.

Derek Redmond in the Olympics (when he pulled a muscle halfway through the 400m finals, and was painfully escorted to the finish by his father, crying in pain every step of the way), Michael Jordan in the NBA finals (when he played through a high fever and made the winning basket), Jonah Lomu in rugby (who overcame a usually-fatal kidney failure to make it big again) - they are all larger-than-life examples of how they transcended barriers, and made it possible for us to dream.

this year, it's Manchester United's year to transcend - with beautiful un-cynical football, plenty of goals, plenty of desire and "ferociously disciplined commitment" - it's truly a joy to watch a team come from behind to beat Roma, Milan and Everton, simply because they are refusing to yield.

refuse to yield - fantastic little slogan, isn't it?

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Not Ready To Make Nice

this song was from Dixie Chicks, all because they were angry at George Bush, and his policies on international relations. they were angry because they were painted as being unpatriotic and un-American, because they received death threats for speaking out in a country that prides itself on freedom of speech. well, i think it's a wonderfully eloquent song, and i think the whole world should wake up and see for a minute what's going on in America:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,,2063979,00.html - a fantastic piece by Naomi Wolf, something that could be expanded into a whole book.

***

Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting

I'm through, with doubt,
There's nothing left for me to figure out,
I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should

I know you said
Why can't you just get over it,
It turned my whole world around
and i kind of like it

I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby,
With no regrets and I don't mind saying,
It's a sad sad story
That a mother will teach her daughter
that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world
Can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Saying that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should

Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting

Sunday, April 01, 2007

holiday!

man, i just had one week of bliss! exactly one week ago, i was on a bus heading to singapore to watch The Phantom of the Opera. i went around town a little bit, ate heartily and tastefully, had a good chat with my cousin candice, read 8 editions of Readers' Digest and a novel in 48 hours, and watched a pretty good production too.

then i was in KL for 2 nights, ate heartily and tastefully, watched two movies, chatted endlessly with my friends and stayed with them in a nice hotel for 2 nights.

and then i came home, went for chengbeng with family, and had two 4-hour naps in the afternoon on two consecutive days - how much more heaven can one ask for?

tomorrow i'm starting Surgery - something's definitely romantic about cutting up people. in some ways, surgery has got to be older than the art of medicine too - i just have to find out how.

wish me luck, and here comes my 18-hour days again!