EURO 2004 Update Part 3

What day is today?
Today is a sad day.

What day is today?
Today is the day where hopes fade and never returns.

Eoro 2004 result

Portugal 2 England 2 (Portugal won 6-5 on penalties)

I was hurt watching England lose to Portugal last night. I was transfixed till the end but fate seemed to be on the upper hands, crushing the hearts of millions out there who cried for the irony that has taken its toll. Why? Because of the simple reason that England was and is one of the best team in the world but still find very hard to reach even the semis in any major football competition (remember WorldCup2002).

And there is no other way to turn around the event - To get England out from the jinx of losing the Quater Final. At least not last night.

And that moment, when I-dont-care-his-name Portugal player scored the winning penalty goal, That was the moment, for a split second, I felt my world has ended.

I hate football. For the time being I don't want to watch any football games. It's just ain't right. How could you watch OTHER football matches by OTHER teams when in your heart you already knew that England will not be in the Final? So heart breaking and SO UNFAIR...

England to whatever ends......

Euro Update Part 2

England won against Croatia 4 -2

The fact that I was sick yesterday did not deter me from watching the beautiful game during their second half. It was magnificent and out-of the world performance. It made cry being an England fan, metaphorically off course.

And today my sickness didn't get any better. And I nearly slept while typing some works. Even managed to pull "so-sad" face that my manager asked me if I wanna see the doctor.

Dull Day. Winning Day. Couldn't get any better than this.

Just a quick note, France beat the Swiss 3-1.

Euro 2004 update

The result from last night:
1. Portugal 1 - 0 Spain
2. I nearly took the wrong turn this morning because I was driving to the
office half asleep
3. I found myself wondering when will the next week end comes again
4. I was staring at my computer screen feeling de javu
5. I just broke the world record of "an engineer who comes to work at the
earliest time" - Guess? It was 6.56 am
6. Now it's 7.43 am on the PC clock but I already started counting to the
next break

Talk about Euro2004 affecting productivity in the work place... I wonder!

England! The King Returns

God, pls forgive me. I am cursed until eternity. I am subjected to the deserved torture in the bottomless pit of agony. All because I missed England game last night. Not because I didn't want to watch the game. But because I fell asleep half way through. And I didn't mean to.

But it was more depressing to know that they trashed the Swiss 3-0. And I wasn't there to see THE MOMENT. I am so mental to miss the game!

England! England! The king has returned,
In a fashionable way, Opponents were churned,
Mighty England none could turn,
Destiny unfolded, Triumph comes unbidden!

Knight Beckham whom media loves to zero,
Turned the Swiss to endless sorrow,
Mighty Rooney and Gerrads were hero
Bless them, laddies you guys are just like zorro!

You wait there, you ugly France,
You just a lucky son of a gun!
And take note England has finally survived,
with full style the King OF Euro2004 has arrived!

P/s: The poem doesn't do any justice but that is what I could think of in the spur of the moment!!!! Bless You, England team and England Fans around the world! May The Force Be with Us!

Every body's doing it, so why can't we?

I want to take my time for granted. What does it means? It means nothing except that I can do whatever I want, go at my own pace, resting at my own leisure and having a carefree day today and henceforth.

There is only one thing standing in between - I couldn't do all the above because I do have the responsibilities to fullfill - towards my family, my career, my friends and above all - myself.

So life is that and that's that. Somehow or rather, It is quite a mockery to life itself when thinking people can take their time for granted. People who are darn rich and darn lucky to be born as rich know this. Some people work their way to the top and some people don't. And either way, they are the same people - who would dominate the care of the world and every two-legged creature who walks the earth.

And I am not one of them.

So get back to your work you lazy bum maggot filthy wretched obnoxious useless mind! You've got datelines to fullfil today!

Datelines:
1. 8.00 -8.30 am - read emails, take notes the important thing your boss has instructed you to do. All friends' mails should be dumped aside until 5.30 PM

2. 8.30-10 am - Start your work - pls include tea-break within this hour. It's important to your health, browse emails rule no 1 still apply but you can give 10 minutes to do whatever you wanted to do like reading friends' mails or something!!!!

3. 10 am - 11 am - meeting

4. 11 am- 12.30 - review your subordinates' work - rule no 1 should be reversed - you are the boss in command now, remind them not to read friends mail during working hour.

5. 12.30 - 1.30 - Break. Period.

6. 1.30 - 300 PM start work again. Note that you need to report to your boss on your progress today. But telling your boss you've been reading your friends' emails is not a good idea, might affect your salary increment next year. Have to show positive attitude by taking whatever jobs your boss instruct you even though by now you are fully overload. Beg for more jobs so that your boss really think you are the cream of the company. A healthy attitude towards salary increment and promotion. Worry later.

7. 3.00 - 4 PM - Meeting. Try not to look half awake. You need to give some positive feedback even though you are absolutely oblivious to the meeting agendas and know nothing of the things they were talking about. Again rule 6 is best used.

8. 4. PM to 5.30 PM They say this is the best time to work harder so that to give impression that you don't want to go back. Better still if your boss is watching you.

5.30 PM - Make yourself looks so tired but still concentrate on PC screen even if you are playing some stupid games like PinBall. Rule no 8 is also applicable. Chatting about football will greatly refresh some people.

7 PM - ready to go but it is good if your facial expression looks like you are sad to leave the company for today

7 PM - 8 AM - Sleep

And the cycle continues.....

DyInG YoUNg

I have started writing poems now. Mainly they were in English. Even have them published in some international yahoogroups and the response were quite encouraging.

But one article in the newspaper (The News Straits Time) not long ago about poets and their lifespan were really intriguing, if not scary. In the article it says that poets normally live to about 30-35 years old. In other words - They'd die when their age reach 36 year old! Authors, Actors and artists from different line of arts live to the good old age ranging from 50-70 years old.

Does that means I need to abandon my intuition? That I cannot express my feeling in the form of a poem no more? Well, darn! I don't want to be famous after I die. THAT celebrity status isn't what I am looking for.

May be I just stick to writing fiction. That way I can assure myself that I
would see my grandchildren when I am 60!

TwInKle LiTTle StaR

The twinkles are fun entertainments
That offer no wondrous containments

Day after day
In an odd way
But they seemed overly hurried
Till Nature seemed utterly worried.

The Day after Yesterday

I was thinking to write something grand on the first day of re-entering the world of blogs and bloggers. May be such a speech that would arouse the hearts of men and inspire them to start writing something - be it a creative fiction or just an intellectual kind of thing. Or something funny? Something useful?

At the end, I didn't really know how and what to write. The typing, deleting, re-typing and re-phrasing the sentences became so eminent that I was about to abandon the whole idea. The verity of it all, was that I wasn't up to what I used to be.

Words were hard to find. Ideas scattered in my lobotomy as a useless piece of nonsense. Like thinking about "What about life and all?", "Where do we go after this?" kind-of-thing where you don't really have the answers OR you DON'T HAVE to answer them. I was zipped. Totally shut. Period.

And so, it was down to only one thing, to only one thing that matters - an appreciation for a friend who was helping me to sort out some problems until I was able to publish this entry via email. THANK YOU.

You've made me realised that we couldn't survive in this world without somebody by our sides. We need our love ones to hold us up, to strengthen us up, to live and re-live until the breaking of the world.

You are one of them....