Musings from a Tropical Paradise

An uncanny knack for self preservation is discovered by the canny manipulation of the mind and the imagination.

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Practise

Makes perfect they say, but they are wrong. It is really perfect practice that makes perfect. If you dont do something perfect when you are practising, how would it ever be perfect when you do it for real?

So this is practice. Or practise. Actually, it is both. The temptation to type, "Neat, huh," was present, but yielding to it was avoided because it would appear to be an act of teen propriety that would have given a way a lust for lost youth.

When you are young, you think about being older a lot. Actually, you think about the advantages of being older almost all the time. When you are trying to buy cigarettes for that uncle, when you are looking forward to the age at which you will be allowed to watch late night television and go to school the next day, or when you feel a tinge of guilt when you click on that button that says "I am 18." When you are old, you think about being young, but only when something bad happens - when you twist an ankle and it takes you a year to recover, when you climb a flight of stairs and it takes you a minute to recover your breath. You never think about how much older you are than 18 when you click on that button that says "I am 18."

But when you are neither young nor old, what do you think about?

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

germany versus ecuador

ah ze germans. they have things going for them. just that bit of luck. ecuador were one quick foot away from an early goal and then they went down to the other end and scored after they were given a gift corner. well taken goal, but still down to some gift corners. stadium erupted, thousand of germans were probably singing in unison all over ze deutschland and the germans must have said thank you very much, now we can do what we are good at, sit back and defend. and that they did. ecuador had all of the ball, and did nothing constuctive with it once they got past the halfway line.

the germans are just too good at destructive play. they might not have the flair or the skill of the spanish or the argies, but they seem to have the stars just rightly aligned. not that they have it all due to luck, but more that they just have the small amount of good fortune necessary to coimpliment their indsutry. klose in the 4th and 44th after a thru ball (cue the commentator's multiple attempts at repetitive pun juggling) and the germans are through as group winners. i dont see the ecuadorians coming back from this, not with their current lack of inventiveness up front. how much do they have an incentive to anyway?

ah, this writing to warm up thing is nonsense. dancing girls are always nice to watch.


ze second half is going to start. bye!

Saturday, June 17, 2006

cheating at the world cup

cheating is part of every game of sports. you have the rules, the building blocks of a fair game, but then you have the margins of the rules, left open to intepretation. additionally, you just have the rule benders (bending bending but not breaking). that is probably a subset of the interpretation clause. and there are just plain cheats. it is part of every game, you play to win, you take chances breaking some of the rules if you think it gets you ahead. everybody does it, and the cameras catch all the time during the games. teams even train for it.

there is a video of the dutch team learning (i think mainly from arjen robben) to take dives. i am sure that all the teams do it, but in arjen the turd, the dutch have a highly effective diver. playactor. the little runt may be one of the stars of the world cup, but his tendency for theatrics is a blemish on his football ability.

the trinidadian (or is it tobagan) defender who was outjumped when peter crouch scored the first goal for england claimed that peter grabbed his dreadlocks and pulled them as he jumped. ouch. watching the TV replays didnt prove conclusive, but this picture from soccernet.com looks like proof to me.

http://soccernet.espn.go.com/news/story?id=371301&cc=3888

tatti.

cheating at the

the world cup in midstream

ah...how nice it is to be back home. my mind cleared up as soon as i purchased the ticket to come back to singapore. and i am so happy to be back to, just in time for the world cup. the world is watching the world cup collectively, but over the years the surging popularity of the english premier league has created an excellent football viewing infrastructure in this lovely city. bars are stocked with plasma tvs, there are numerous world cup deals to be had and if you take a taxi in between games to get from nightspot to nightspot, the taxi driver will probably know a thing or two about the games. and the odds, from bookies and from singapore pools.

i have to admit that when i am out, say at walas or zouk, i dont really watch the games as intensely and thus get less enjoyment out of it...but it is still great to have the games on just as a background. or set to techno music. it is ridiculous. i dont see any place making money if they are not showing the world cup in some capacity. i mean, it is the world cup right.

england are shite. everybody knows that. i still dont know why they seem to be rated so highly when they are clearly rubbish. there is the whole rooney factor, but it is more like the rooney excuse. people seem to think that his mere presence on the field, half fit, would transform an otherwise underperforming team. lampard and gerrard dont play well together, mostly because gerrard is wasted as a holding midfielder. beckham should be dropped in favor of lennon, the young teenager from spurs is a gem. even though it was beckham's cross that led to the first goal, lennon changed the game. rooney did nothing, but the whole nation got off collectively just seeing him come on to the pitch. i doubt they will make it past the second round, i hope they get knocked out by ecuador, who look like they could do it. why does england complain about the heat? i mean, it is summer...in europe...they must be used to it. it could be a bit hotter, but come on now, it is a minor minor problem, nothing that a bit of the good ole hydration couldnt take care of.

still we are disappointed by the african teams. spirited and talented as they are, they are yet to register a win. here is to ghana today against the czech republic. ivory coast played so well yesterday, and they deserved at least the point that would have made the last game meaningful for them. they look like the best team from the continent, it is sad to see them go. fifa rankings suck. had england been thrown in that group, the paparazzi following the footballer's wives would be headed back to get snapshots in heathrow.

i wonder where tonights game watching should be...hmmm. more tasty treats. should i attempt to quit smoking today? i do have almost one full pack left though...

oh man. i already dread july 9th. world cup hangover starts as soon as the final whistle blows. mark my words.

Monday, May 15, 2006

is groupthink ever good?

in certain situations, one could argue so. when a unified, timely decision needs to be enforced, for example. when there needs to be ample support after the decision, once could imagine that this would be easier if everybody agreed to it first, assuming that initial agreement would be tantamount to lasting support.

nobody is here in ann arbor. everybody is gone. well, there are one two people, and that is all that is needed. but ann arbor becomes even smaller in the summer. it is like the city, tiny as it is, closes in around you even more...almost to the point of suffocation. it is not healthy either that the low paying make me wanna be a mule research job is like an exercise in mental retardation. luckily JW and not being in an office helps with that. schop's mystery, the guy is genius. but otherwise, might as well die die lah this place. i think i should head home soon.

it has even driven me to think about online betting for the world cup. i shall start with wednesday. money is on henry. there probably is a way of getting better odds for this, but i am too lazy to fandangle my way into a british account so that i could play on ladbrokes or one of the numerous offerings there.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

wrong country, no dinho flicks

so while ronnie, deco and larsson (replaced messi he did when the teenager pulled up with a hamstring injury) are running the chelski defense ragged, i am writing a post in frustration. why? because of the market, because of the country. because espn are showing the world baseball championships game between dominica and venezuela (which is good for baseball fans, even though they werent present at buffalo wild wings today) and espn 2 is showing some confounded basketball reality sob series instead of a live football match. i am sure it makes financial sense but wey, it makes no sense to this fan of football. especially since he went to the pub for lunch and 'checked' the listings there on the off chance that the web reported listings were wrong and then rationalized, based on a combination of not having done all the readings and a general malaise and a desire to watch perhaps two of the top club sides in the world work out their grudges, that it would be pretty fine to run out on class today. upset i am.

so i am content to be doing readings that i would otherwise be hearing about for free in class and pressing F5 at any chance to refresh the guardian page. i swear, i live in the wrong country. i wonder what makes me cringe more;two years ago i had the same experience except instead of basketball reality show (how some teenage turd went from rags to nonsense riches by practising everyday- isnt that how it always works?) they were showing bass fishing. now that is a touch of class. the listing wonks at espn2 deserve a good trashing. i am sure that the bean counters have factored in their digits and found out that real soccer fans would stay up and watch the match at 1230 am when it is rebroadcast so that noone will be disturbed by it. money talks.

but a live champions league match? another reason to go home.

Monday, March 06, 2006

back from beijing

just came back from beijing. got to go there on a ford school trip, with a bunch of fordies and some other randoms from public health, law and business mainly. but what am i saying, i am probably in the randoms sections, seeing as i hardly knew most of the peeps on the trip. luckily my roomate was cool, we bonded trying to overcome a combination of jet lag and our other roomate's snoring at 5 am everyday. and then finally got to know most of the people a bit by the end of the trip, they were a bunch of decent humans.

most of the days in beijing were horrifically cold though. i even gave up going to the great wall to go and eat xiao long pau (have no idea how to spell that). and before you organized tour whores castigate me for passing up one of the 7 wonders of the world for food, let me put it all into context. it was cold, snowing even, a rarity in a beijing winter, and having ill timed my packing pre trip, i feared that a lack of warm clothes would be hazardous to my health. i am willing to bet that the great wall will still be there in the years to come, and might even be better to visit in the summer. and that xiao long pao. definately in the top three XLP life experiences, perhaps even the best ever. they had all sorts of varieties , but my personal favorite was the one with crab meat. lovely. din tai fung or something. shanghainese chain restaurant owned by a taiwanese. with the whole tech meets old school set up. you could see the completely white clad makers of dumplings through glass window in the kitchen, working through a fordist chain of dumpling process, steam rising from bamboo baskets side by side with delicate pastry rolling hands.

but take a closer look and you would see why the seeming chaos was in fact very coordinated. the waiters and waitresses were all equipped with earpieces and murmured the orders into the headsets with all the fuss of a secret agent trying not to be noticed. and then all the manufacturing, down to the time, type, origin etc, was controlled by a computer in the kitchen. the computer was hardly noticeable, but of course i had to be kay poh and take a look at the kitchen from every angle imaginable before i was content. all in the eyes of research, right? yeah whatever. it did seem however, very much like the machines used at michelin star restauraunts which controlled to the tenth of a degree the temparature at which the dish was cooked at. so, for all the bruhahah about the harkening back to the old ages manufacturing of dumplings (not that i know anything about that), in fact it was a precisely computer controlled process.

and the result? tasty dumplings nonetheless.

oh yah, so there was all this work that we did there too, tons of meetings, from morning til noon. i have to say, it exceeded my expectations. the meetings were all very well organized and i think as a bunch of students we impressed, with our questions. we were generally well prepared. we worked hard though, there were meetings from morning til afternoon and sometimes even in the evenings for dinner in smaller groups. which all resulted in a lot less going out than i imagined, because people were tired by the time it all ended. there was one good night in xian at a dodgy karaoke place, and a relatively good night in beijing, at mix, a hippity hoppity place in sanlitung. by that time thought i was getting group fever and slighltly losing it. tried my best to spend all my money on alcohol but failed. however, my duty free stash has increased, if things keep on going like this, i might even get to the stage where i shall never have to drink any whiskey that has duty paid on it.

maybe next time i will actually write a bit on the meetings we went to. after more procrastination that is.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

to put us within one

The rain has been ceaseless the whole day. Before this moment, a network of those older than me, from just a bit to quite a lot, have stressed the importance of victory. For vicariously they can live through the legacy you create for an instant. I place the ball on the field, teamates behind me. We are already losing, and time has shifted from our side to theirs. I see blue and white hoops in front of me, standing still in the rain.

The routine is easy. In practice I did it all the time, under all sorts of imaginary conditions. All sorts of self created pressures. Seam in line with the outer post. Three back, two left, the sideways motion a but stunted for personal preference. I, of all people know myself. Deep breath...follow the line of the ball to the post. All I see is the a pool of water, the rain causing incessant ripples on the field. The patter suddenly seems a lot louder. I trace the line again and again, twice more than I usually do. My socks are bundled down to my ankles, a catchment area for mud. The swoosh on my feet is nowhere to be seen, it is covered in grass. I shift around on the spot, trying to get some motion into my legs. Each shift is accompanied by water being squeezed out of my boots. I realize I am taking too long, thinking too much. One more glance, two steps....THWACK!

From the sideline, I can hear a reaction.