Wedding Bells

Chris Martin is a great lad. The Coldplay frontman recently flew all the way from New York to London just to play for a charity gig for the owner of a pub which he was a regular customer back in the days. The owner and his spouse died and due to shortage of fund to send them away, he and a few celebrities began to raise money.

He managed to play wedding bells, a song which had yet to be released officially and later revealed that the song is about taking a swipe at liam gallagher, the Oasis frontman whom six years ago had performed a put-down on him calling him a 'plant pot'. After wedding bells, Chris Martin asked for request and ironically Oasis's Wonderwall was requested. He agreed, but not after he pulled a heckler and having a pop back at liam first.

Oasis and Coldplay are definitely up there in my favourite Brit band list alongside the Beatles. And Pink Floyd. And Iron Maiden. They came from the same country and their style and genre are quite similar in many ways, so it's hard to compare these two. But if I were to choose between the two, I'd pick Oasis any day. I realized that I listened to Coldplay more than Oasis nowadays but I grew up listening to Oasis. Some of their stuff is not my cup of tea, but some of their musics I dig.

Plus, Liam is a Man City fan, who despise Man United more than any fan in the world. tehee.

Baik Akan Memburu.

Taken from Good Will Hunting (1997)

Will: So why do you think I should work for the National Security Agency?

NSA Officer: Well, you'd be working on the cutting edge. You'd be exposed to the kind of technology that you wouldnt see anywhere else, because we've classified it. Superstring theory. Chaos Math. Advanced Algorithms.

Will: Code Breaking.

NSA Officer: Well that's one aspect of what we do.

Will: Oh, come on. I mean, that is what you do. You guys handle 80% of the intelligence work load. You're seven times the size of the CIA.

NSA Officer: We don't like to brag about that, Will. But you're exactly right. So the way I see it, the question isn't 'Why should you work for the NSA?' The question is: 'Why shouldn't you?'

Will: Why shouldn't I work for the NSA. That's a tough one but I'll take a shot. (Chuckle)

Will: Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.

Schadenfreude

Upon reading my previous post, a friend asked me whether schadenfreude do exist. We had an intriguing debate pondering over it's existence. Having no background in social science, the only way we could try to discuss the subject is by relating it to real life situation. I just googled it just now and apparently according to scientific studies, schadenfreude do exist. They did some brain scanning and try to stimulate the desired region of the brain using the misfortune of others.

Sometimes (Or all the time) we take pleasure in other people's misfortune. For example lets take a look at Charlie Sheen. Seeing Charlie Sheen living the real life of his fictional character in two and a half men, Charlie Harper, a hedonistic, self-destructing alcoholic really put a smile on your face (or in your heart). "Senyum dalam hati," bak kata Faizal. The degree of taking pleasure of someone else misfortune is out of the question. Banyak ka sikit ka, you're still evil. lol.

After we agreed to a conclusion, we sit back trying to find one person whom we think didn't have it in them. To our amazement, there's none. Just when we thought that we'd found the perfect guy or girl, there's always that 'tiny' incident that we remembered which happened that kinda blemished their clean records. And that leads to another question. Is our circle of friends that bad, or is it there's no schadenfreude-free guys out there? hehe

And no, Im not implying that I am schadenfreude-free. Just because I talked about it freely and argues whos have it and who dont does not make me perfect. I for instance would love to see the look on my friend's face when the team he supported lost in their big game. And I love like it so much a little if the girl that I like just broke up with her boyfriend. Does that make me evil? Probably. But we feel what we want to feel. We cant help it. It's just a passing thoughts. But never turn that passing thoughts into an action. Niat jahat, kalau tak dilaksanakan tak berdosa. Insyaallah.

Menuju Medan Bakti

It's decided. We're sending two teams for this week's Piala Yang DiPertua. Sir Jimmy has divided us into

Team A.

Hadi (C)

Farhan

Naqi

Nizam

Rizal

Nabil (GK)

Shahfudin

Team B.

Dowfy

Hafiz Ringgo

Pali (GK)

Safwan Pong

Azmil (C)

Ari

Suhail

For the past week we've been training, training and training. We had a few friendlies too. Lawan Kongsi, IKBN and Teknik BP. Everybody is beaming with confidence. I'm glad that we're so united regardless which teams that we belong. I thought that after our early exit in the previous tournament, people would slow down a wee bit. But we're stronger than ever, motivated as ever. Siap chip in duit sorang sikit nak buat jersi. Even the girls team pun buat.

Will unveil you the pics of our new jersey after the new kit introduction ceremony. Cewah ada ceremony pulak. Haha. It's only our second tournament, we should be realistic. Kalau boleh lepas grouping stage it should count as an achievement already. After all this is a four star tournament. It offers three thousand ringgit for the cash reward and teams outside Penang is going to participate.

A little bird told me that some people are uneasy with me playing for the college because konon-kononnya I have one eye on the Pingat Emas. Fyi pingat emas is the highest recognition that ICT award to their most high achieving student during the convocation. In order to get a gold medal, a student must achieve a distinctive feat in academics, sports, curricular etc. Pingat emas is not given every year. Ada tahun yang depa bagi, ada tahun yang depa tak bagi kat sapa-sapa.

And just because my CV seems to be lacking in the sports/competition department, they said I have hidden agenda. Lol. Well, first thanks for caring to the extend of constructing my imaginary CV sedangkan aku sendiri pun tak terfikir sampai camtu skali. Second, I dont give a rat ass about the gold medal. I play because I love football and I'm a proud ICTian. Nobody could take that away from me. As if those people would understand what it means to score goals and to throw your body in front of the goal line blocking the ball.

If only they love football as much as I do, they'd understand. Even if they understand pun, it's useless. They just want a reason to have a go at me. And even if I do have one eye on the gold medal pun, what seems to be the problem? Schadenfreude, much? Haih. I dont have to justify myself to people who don't know jack about the team. The boys love me. And I love them. That's all that matters. Sound kinda gayish lol =_="