FAM, a big joke!

The most recent decision to increase the number of teams in Super League is a joke. The same people who went for meeting this time, were the same people who once decided that "7 teams in Super League give us better quality". Foreign players quota has been reduced to 3 per team, because "we want more Malaysian players to involve".

I say, why don't we put a team with 7 imports and 4 Malaysians with high quality of football skills? People could be better entertained, and if one team have at least 4 highly qualified Malaysians, in 14 teams we have 56. Choose the best 22 and we have a better (if not greater) national team. But now quantity is better for the FAM officials. Clowns.

However, the most unacceptable decision was to only allow 2 clubs to take part in the historic Malaysia Cup. Why do we revert to the yesteryears? Doesn't it mean we are taking a few steps behind? Most successful countries in football are banking on their domestic clubs, or abroad clubs, to produce great footballers. These are professional clubs, run by professional people, without depending on governement fundings.

In Malaysia, we have a few clubs that are doing better (e.g. MPPJ, TM FC, Johor FC) than their own state teams! Is this fact is overlooked by FAM, or the officials need new glasses to see through the statistics?? These clubs should be helped for grassroot level improvement, not by denying them entries to Malaysia's most celebrated Cup.

NAIL IN THE FENCE

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that everytime he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail each day that he was able to hold his temper.

The day passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said,”You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger,they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry because the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.

p/s: So be carefull with what u say mates, 'cause u might be 'nailing' without u even noticing it.

Shout out to all pool players.

Tips for you guys before we play pool this coming sunday. Before the big Arsenal vs ManU game eh? What say you?

http://www.stickmen.co.nz/html/pooltips.html

p/s: Do we have any girl players for the game? Anyone? Bawak lee kengkawan..

The thread in our lives.

This is a beautyful story of our inter-dependence on one another.

The Thread in Our Lives

A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.

"What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered - he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning. "There is a Mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me.I cannot be bothered by it."

The mouse turned to the goat and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The goat sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured, you are in my prayers."

The mouse turned to the cow and said "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose."

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of mousetrap catching its prey.

The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.

But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with the farmer around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the goat.

The farmer's wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.

So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you, remember -- when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.

We are all involved in this journey called Life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.

REMEMBER: EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD IN ANOTHER PERSONS TAPESTRY; OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON.

p/s: One of the best things to hold onto in this world is a friend....

Friends and True Friends

There are three very convenient categories of friends- the parasites, the admirers, and the real friends.

The parasites are selfish. They like us for our wealth. They will stick to us as long as they can benefit from our money. Once our money is exhausted or we refuse to be swindled, they will part company with us, and even go to the extent of harming us. Such friends should be avoided as far as possible. Their advice should not be followed blindly. We should not let them know our secrets; they might exploit them to our disadvantage.

The admirers are not selfish; nor are they selfless devotees. They gathered round those people who are masters of one art or another. Usually, good talkers attract a large number of such friends. They have no interest in one, beyond listening to one’s stories. Let us say that they are good for the simple reason that they are not bad. They can provide very good company, but students should refuse to entertain them during their study hours. It was about such time that Bacon once said, “Friends are thieves of time.”

Real friends are hard to find. They are tested and proved in time of need, just as good soldiers are tested and proved on the field of battle. Their words are not so sweet as those of parasites and admirers. They never flatter; they mean to help their friends rather than to flatter them. Of all the people they will be the quickest to point out our faults and shortcomings. Their criticism and advice should be gratefully accepted. No sacrifice should be considered too great to be made for real friends, for lucky is a person who has a real friend.

Inner Battle..

There it was. Sitting all alone in the corner, enticing me to get closer. How I hated it for doing this to me. How I wished I do not have to depend on it, to be able to banish it from my life once and forever. And yet, what would I be without it? A lifeless being perhaps. The temptation is there, growing stronger every minute. My heart beats faster, my pulse races and my mouth starts salivating. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, willing myself to erase every bittersweet memories I had with it. I love it, I need it but all the same I hated the way it seduces me. I took a step forward. My mind says no but my heart says yes. My hands stretched out towards it and within seconds, it is in my grip. I held it close to my nose...”Ah, the aroma”.....Minutes later, I walked out of the kitchen, the once seductive karipap reduced to nothing but pulp being digested in my stomach. A happy tummy, another failed diet. =)