The truth and nothing but the truth

Imagine a world without lies,without false pretentions.Things will be easier,there wont be the need for lawyers or anyone to get the truth.All that is will be truthful by itself.Life would be much simpler.The reason this came to mind was after reading a post written by a friend ,she said:

"There's a little truth behind every just kidding, a little curiosity behind every just wondering, a little knowledge behind every i dont know, and a little emotion behind every i dont care"

-Parminder Charl

very true,indeed.

It's about time to teach FIFA a lesson

Following yesterday's dramatic events at Paris,there was a worldwide outcry for a replay to be played but FIFA,the so called world governing body to the game has let many Irish and neutral fans down by rejecting the proposal for a replay to the play-off games.
The incident which took place during extra-time saw France's captain and Barcelona striker,Thiery Henry delibaretly handling the ball to stop the ball from going out and then tapping the ball for a second time  before assisting defender,William Gallas to score the equaliser that confirmed France's place at next years World Cup finals at South Africa.

The Irish who were down 1-0 at aggregate scored the only goal during normal time trough striker,Robbie Keane.Hard done by a deflected goal at Dublin,they started the game strongly and were fairly credited with the goal.Much of the same during the second half,but the Irish couldnt put the game to bed when first,Damien Duff failed to convert his chance followed by Robbie Keane later on.The equaliser meant all the efforts and the positive football played by them have gone to waste as the cruel reality of the game has taken its victim yet again.The reluctance of FIFA president,Sepp Blatter to allow video technology to be used at games meant the reputation of the game has suffered yet again.The reasoning which were given was because it will delay the flow of the game.Many football fans worldwide will surely prefer to wait a little while longer than to be outdone by cheats in the game.

With this incident,Thiery Henry which was once reverred as the most proffesional and complete footballer by many including me has tainted his image and will forever be remembered as a cheat,who helped his arrogant yet naive country to the World Cup Finals.As for me,I feel termendously sorry for the Irish fans,especially to the many who painted themselves green and travelled to Paris for the game and also for the millions other who love the beautiful game,as yet again another ugly footballer managed to put the game to shame.Together with this,all respect I ever had for Henry has gone as it did with Maradona .Finally to FIFA,who have often been a enemy of the game rather than protector and the political dummies who handle it,its about time to be practical and introduce Video review and Goal Line Technology (GLT) as I would prefer my country to be out of the World Cup rather than being there as cheats.
Au revoire.

Two cents,anybody?

Ever since I could think,it's been in my mind.How life really works?Does it follow a pattern or whether the randomness in which it occurs have a pattern too?The thing with life is,no matter how hard we try to put it in a a familiar sequence,it doesnt have any direction.Rather than being a train that has a path set out for it,the truth is,its more like a plane,free to go in any direction and the only guarantee is,there are ups and downs.Since the very moment we take off,we have been held back by safety bealts,and troughout the journey,we are free to do whatever we want yet the thing is,its easy said than done.


Though many of us proclaim that we carve out the roads of our destiny,it is just not that way.Our education has been carved out,our studies have been pre-set and the enviroment is pre-determined in which we are supposed to be somebody or a thing which are our elders wants us to be.Many parents forget the most instrumental value of all in the hunt for other higher more valuable values for their kids.The basic human values.Im not asking you to pull the chair for a lady to sit down,or bow down to say thank you.All I wish to see more in people,is of the most basic values which are fundamental to the making of a proper complete person.Trough the observation of my eyes,many around us these days just lack in human qualities.No body cares to care anymore.What are you instead of who are you is asked more often?


Same goes to most religious people,claiming to be the people of God,these people represent the very same opposite of what they believe.I should say most,not all but sadly almost all of them who I have seen are such.Taking into example is this guy I know who looks as holy as a Dalai Lama but yet could be as arrogant and cold in person that it makes u twitch to know a double faced imposter.Where are we going with this kind of people?Do we need them?and when I critisize humans,its these people who I mean.Those who dont have any values in them,of integrity,honesty,respect,gratefulness,none is presence.Such are these donkeys that would put the donkeys to shame.


And again,I am not talking in the moment or expressing any kind of hatred to anyone by writing this.Just the kind of thing that has been dwindling in mind and itching at the tip of my fingers to type out.Good night people,and for the love of God,dont make me embarassed to be one of you guys,live'it up!
Good night fake world!

The Missing Sense

Here I am.Rock you like a hurricane ! and so Klaus Meine of the Scorpions is singing to me in the wee hours of a damp October night.Voices of yesterday resonancing in my eardrums,rock enough to get my legs tapping and yet deep enough to get my heart a reason to love.Somehow the sounds from the yesteryears always manages to bring back memories I never knew I had.Of I am still 22,it is not plausible for any memories of anything earlier than 87 to conjurre but yet there is this weird sensation of being around at the golden age of rock.As weird or load of crap some might define it can be,we are often seized when we feel it.They called it deja-vu,the sense of having gone trough an experience which we are just doing is acceptable but never explained.How could we picture a whole situation before it happens?Where are those mighty warriors of the science world who often debate that the world works in a orderly,predicatable mnner to answer my queries?


Take me,to the magic of the moment on a glory night,where the childrens of tommorow share their dreams and so the Scorpions ditch out another powerful emotion packed hit in such subtle manner that I'm still wondering what hit me,long after hearing it.The whistiling echoes the drizzling raining pouring out of my window at five in the morning,while the soul of the song is served trought the chill wind that followed.I must say that this is something.Something my soul has always felt,only for the mind failing to deciphere the meaning behind it.A meaning so deep that if you are still reading with interest without a single loathe,you get it.When I think about it for the heaventh time,I am beginning to understand that we humans might never be able to understand life thorougly,how ever much we think we do.

The final whistle of tune blows accompanied by the peaceful sound of silence.A silence I cherish so much that its beggining to sound like music to me.I shall listen to this music and help my lashes embrace each other in another tight hug till the first ray of sun-kiran,wakes me up from this beautiful dream I am in.Good Night!

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

For life is such a long and ardous journey that having family and friends helps us trough it.Mothers who brought us to the world deserves the highest salute of them all,followed by the fathers who gave us support and protection made us comfort,those siblings who we spent all our lifes arguing and fighting gave us those sweet childhood memories.Life doesnt seem that complete without family and in addition to all the family we have,we always have another set of family.A group of people who till yesterday were some outsiders,a group of people who laugh at your silliest jokes to keep you happy and cry a bunch of tears for company when you are sad.
Friends are those people in our lifes who we often look by,in search of greater heights in life.They are those who are always behind us in every matter which needs backing,beside us in every journey we feel is to harsh to go trough alone,in our faces at every time we want to give up.They are those who care when they need not too,they are those who are there when you need somebody.

For me,friends mean the world.Friends are family GOD forgot to gave us.At times,I feel that I tend to say or do things which comes in the way of a friendship,but if given a choice,I would love to give a toast to all my beloved friends,of which a life without them would be as empty as a blank piece of paper.

To those around me now,before and for those who will walk into my life someday.Cheers!




Sincerely,
K.SherGill





p/s:All friends were strangers before you decided otherwise.Cherish those we have,make more and a world without strangers would be one heck of a world!!

The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched

Certainly true,that the best and most beautiful things in the world cant be seen or touched.Out of the crappy world we live in and the materialistic bastards that we are regardless of who,you or me included,the fact that often the best and most beautiful things in this world cant be seen or touched.

Speak of this and many minds would have dwindling thoughts to rebuff as the mind thinks and the heart feels.When you feel it,and when you feel thats something strangely weird,baseless but magical,you would realize it.Speaking of the greatest gift to us mankind,love.Love is the most beautiful thing that can happen to one,let it be love to lover,parents love,family love,love in friendship,love from a pet a thing,love to a object or any other love.Love is beautiful and it cant be seen or touched.It might be weird,baseless but magical.Same goes to GOD who can be the unseen ONE,only felt by us.GOD is there is the common believe.GOD will always be there is a hope.GOD will be behind us will always be a prayer.GOD who is unseen or untouched is certainly beyond the best in life,is the best in life.


Again,out of the crappy world we live in and the materialistic bastards that we are regardless of who,you and me included,we ought to believe that there is a price for everything in life except for the best thing in the world.

Indeed,the best and most beautiful things of this world cant be seen or touched.

Shittiest birthday ever..

The value of birthday's degrade as we get older.From an excited youngster looking forward to a aging man worrying about his hair.It varies to who and whom but least a person wants on his birthday is a little time to sit back and fuck all things around.Exactly what I wanted.

As some of you would know,I recently turned 22 but there wasn't any time to celebrate as I was at work the night before and also from 5pm on that day.The shitties thing about it was that it felt on the day Man United were playing Man City and add all that City-Arab sex chaos going around for months,this was one I never wanted to miss.Having City on par with United in terms of squad strengh means for the first time in forever,we were about to play on level terms.


buttttttt.....I had to fucking take care of the cashier counter at McD's while the greatest ever Manchester derby took place and the winner came from Michael Owen on the 96th goddamn minute,just the sort of shit that would have been the best birthday gift ever...and things had to be fucked up.....
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Of us humans

Of us humans are disgraceful,for having all yet adding up to nothing,all of yesterdays effort and tommorow's hope lies on a fellow man's thought that we,humans have progressed yet the truth can be more further away.If we did evolve from animals and away,then why do we appear to be nearing them and occasionaly beating them in our nature?

How could a sentenced be passed without a proof?How could one judge without knowing?How could one degrade without realizing?How could,we humans act disgraceful and pin it on the negative side of society?How could all of our bad be not of ours?How is a man of bad intentions or actions deemed as an animal when an animal doesnt have the same intentions?An animal never kills out of animosity or revenge or in purpose. It kills to survive. It kills to defend itself. It kills to protect its offsprings. We, are of great knowledge to know that,yet we often forget or purposely forget that. Are we the real animals is never the question. The question is : What kind of humans are we to animals? If there is a way, it should be on the path of letting animals disgarce us by calling us humans,of we humans are disgraceful.

In a moment's thought,it occurs to me, why do we kill animal and eat when we know we have a choice,and a choice to make a choice.Why do we all that we do wrong when we know what we do is wrong?Where is the consience,the only difference between us and other beings?Where is that only thing that makes us superior beings on this planet? Where is that when all that we do is wrong?

To think without consience is just the same of not thinking.

To be humans without consience is just the same as disgrace,of I try to change not to be,destined I was to be but never shall I be given choice as of us humans,are just plain disgraceful.


Sincerely not yours,
K.SherGill

Gary Leon Robert-A man of God

All of a sudden,life seems so fragile.Just moments ago,he was between us,loving and smiling.


What wrong did he do,I ask GOD?Not for his returning to your beloved,but for the matter of how it happened.It kills to even know such a gem of a person was called back to heaven so fast,no words can describe the feeling of disgust and extreme sadness that was felt by family and friends when we learned of how it happened.


Gary Leon Robert was a man of the highest quality.As they say nobody is perfect,I shall always say.Gary was.A good son to his parents,a responsible brother to his sisters,a brilliant student,excellent footballer,a proper Christian,a wonderful friend and most of all an example of perfectionism to us humans.Humble and polite,never a word too much.Always with a charming smile,he just stole our hearts away.Quoting the words of the Father at his first wake service,"He was the living testimony of our Father,Jesus Christ" and I would say,that defined Gary the most.Though I am not a Christian and I dont know much about Christ,when I heard the Father say that,pardon me,but that is when I realized of the greatness of our Father Christ.That was the magic of Gary Leon Robert.



I remember the last I met him,it was a gloom Thursday morning and I was moody,walking to my class with my head down to avoid having to talk or smile to anyone,I heard my name being called out.When I tilted my head up,what I saw,made my day.Gary with a smile and hand stretched forward to say hello.It was then that I thought to myself of what a gem Gary is.To bother someone who doesnt bother you and smile at them as a gesture of kindness was such good nature of our beloved friend Gary.What happened that day and after made a difference to me,Gary made a difference,he showed to me and all of us in general,of how a human should be.



Though he is not with us today,his legacy remains.Such is his impact that today,all of us are living lives in a better way,smiling and being nicer to all regardless of our differences.His legacy truly remains in us,in that very smile we offer to each other.It is all Gary's. With all our love,care,admiration and prayers,we are made sure that your presence at this very moment is with Lord and there shall you remain till the end of time as this dirty,polluted,corrupted reality is left for the sinners.

REST IN PEACE

An angel on earth,of such halo you will have in heaven is a certain.

GARY LEON ROBERT
1987-FOREVER

F.O.C?

Old Trafford,Manchester
Semi finals of the UEFA Champions League-Manchester United Vs AC Milan
Score:Manchester United 0 AC Milan 1
85th minute

The Man United players appear to be tired already as fans worldwide are praying for a super-sub to come out from the bench and salvage their European dreams for this season.Who do you think so they would want at that time?

(a) Some 18 year old youngster from the academy with little first team experience
(b) A first team regular who's main duty all this while never included coming out from the
bench to save his team from elimination

or

(c) A proven goalscorer with world class techincal abilities and has the second highest goal tally for his country and scored 24 goals in Europe already.





Unless your a hater or someone who's mental ability to make decision has been jeopardized by a fall you had when you were young,the choice is obvious.Any team would want to have a proven goalscorer with world class techniques to be on their team list especially for big games where big moments are required from big players.In my opinion,Sir Alex Ferguson's decision to sign the often-crocked Michael Owen is best described as one with no risk involved.If Owen plays and scores,he will be paid accordingly and if he doesnt,Fergei can just offload him to Carrington Town or something for maybe 500 000 pounds and it will still be a profit.Even if there is risk,it would be just a small matter of Fergei's reputation in transfer dealings.The basic wage United will be paying Owen and the amount of money United forked put to sign Owen (zero pounds) is not much than the amount United would be paying a 18 year old youngster who just graduated from their Academy.So,Im sure Fergei would have thought to himself that if he can keep Owen fit and just use him as a substitute,he would have have a brilliant goal poacher without having to pay a single penny.At a time when the transfer market is inflated(thankx to Real and City),Fergei has decided to swim against the tide and score without even digging into his pockets.Impressive when you consider he has a 100million to use and he still decides to look at things which cost nothing.To those who always wonder how Ferguson is a champion in mentality,this is surely it.Whether Owen becomes a hit or spends another season on the sidelines no one really knows but one thing is for sure,that if he keeps fit,he will score.

And so will Fergei.

Of spring's blossoming flower

People walk in and out out of life's almost every day.Some are mere passer-by's while others stay a while longer.Most of them are granted a place in our hearts according to time and judging by how close we get to them.Its very rare for us humans to open up and take someone in as how they are when we dont really know them.It is then I realized how special she must be.Its the feeling you get when you feel like you have known someone for years when you actually just have met them.Personally,I have met many many different type of people in my short life span and I could say quite confindently that only a few conjurred such feelings of belonging as she did.Before some of you make up an early assumption of me having a crush or falling for someone,I will rectify that its not although she is quite my type of girl.lol.

So guys,here I present to you a natural beauty with fantastic black curls and great smile,the beauty queen of Sabah,the vintage example of natural exotic gorgeousness....the very charming and lovely friend of mine-Maneesha Kaur.
The story of how we met is a quite strange one and maybe a quite common one in today's world of online social networking-online.Trough chat conversation and some arguments,I got to know her better and as a stanger gets my attention,I realized that she has something that attracts me.A loveable heart of a friend.Thus,making her a good companion and a perfect friend.It truly enlightens my day when I feel to have another companion in my life journey together with those fantastic friends I already have.Makes me feel luckier.

However,there is an air of mystery surrounding her than anything else.Not only her physical seems to match those of someone I once was close with,its her actions which seem to be similiar as well.Scary as it might be,I am quite sure that she has a purpose in my life.What purpose I am not really sure but whatever it is,she will be treasured just like how I treasure my other friends.It would be interesting to see how things turn out but I hope that we do become bestie's in the near future as I sincerely feel connected to her already,somehow and to Maneesha who might be reading this,I am sorry for being termendously honest but worry not,my intentions are pure and I shall at all times respect you for who you are.

Final words for my elegant friend from the land across the sea is of welcome to the journey of my life and that if you ever need a friend,I shall always be there regardless of outcomes or consequences,bearing your good and bad together without asking much back.

Welcome Sabah Girl!



Sincerely yours,
Khalistani Shergill

Gracias Senyor Ron-All-Do!

Finally the time has come,after six seasons of ups and downs,oohs and aahs,love and hate,disgusted dives and wonder strikes,Cristiano Ronaldo leaves Old Trafford to join the club of his dreams.Many say 80million pounds is just the right amount Ronaldo is worth.Adding that to the factor that credit has crunched the current economy just proves Ronaldo's brilliance as a footballer.

A self trained player,he might have lacked in discipline on the pitch with all the sulking and face making but in truth,he has always been a terrific master of his discipline in training.Often the last to leave training,Ronaldo always sat down and dwindled on the aspects of his game which needs to be improved.(If he can find any).The only difference of Ronaldo that we noticed today compared to six summers ago when all of the footballing world went "Is there another player named Ronaldo?" is of his physical state.He was a thin or rather lanky winger who appeared to be backbone-less.However,troughout the past six seasons,Ronaldo has build up some muscles and added strong physique to his long list of abilities.With that,Ronaldo helped himself to brush off defenders in the Premier League with much ease,scoring more than a centre forward on the way.The Portugese international has always accepted his bad(only in terms of playing football) and trained hard to sharpen any parts of his game which needs improvement.The desire he had to win was unbelievable and is the reason for his success today.Though many United fans would love to hate Ronaldo and wish him to flop badly at Real,the truth remains that the is one odd-footballer whoose desire to be the Best of the Best always makes him the Best.Apart from goal keeping or tackling,Ronaldo tops the stats in any Championship Manager game you can find in the market with pace and dribbling skills accompanied by powerful shots,accuracy at its best,Ronaldo could hit a cracker with either foot and score goals with his head or any other part of the body for that matter.Blessed with a terrific sense of position,he was always at the right place at the right time.Quick thinking and creativity is just the icing on the cake for his footballing abilities.How some could judge Ronaldo not to be better than Messi or anyone else in terms of being a footballer dazzles me.Messi doesnt even posses the ability to kick with his right as good as Ronaldo or even shoot from distance.So,how can a normal sane person not influenced by his emotions judge him better than the perma-tanned Portugese hotshot?

Dont get me wrong,I am a die-hard United fan and at the moment,every inch of me apart from my upper membranes would only want to loathe about the very same person Im praising.It is because the truth is always the truth regardless of how much you feel it isn't.I would want to see Ronaldo achieve greater success at Real but not at the expense of my beloved United.With much sincerity,I thank Cristiano Ronaldo for his six seasons of fantastic achievements,contributions on and off the field,the Cups and tittles won with him on the team,for those shirts he sold to earn extra revenue,for the 67.5million profit he helped United earn and a personal special gracias for wearing the famed no7 shirt and honouring it by being the best in the world.

Gracias Senyor Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro!

Where'd you go?

Waking up every Friday has always been a little easier than any other days.The first thing that springs out of mind is this is the last time in the week I got to kick the blanket aside and spray cold morning dew on myself.It can only get better from here.The traffic is less,lunch hour is longer (God bless the Muslims for so) and no one really cares if you leave the office early.Friday's are always celebrated,they are the dawn of the weekend.Everyone loves them,Muslims find it holy,Hindu devotees often stay vege on this day and the Christians find only Friday deemed fit to be good that they have a special Friday called Good Friday.


Unfortunately for me,last Friday was like the beginning of a torturous weekend alone in my room without television or internet.I was doomed to eternal boredom till the very last moment that an idea struck me.Why not I just 'balik kampung' to Ipoh for the weekend?It might be a little tiring having to travel to-and-fro just for the weekend but what the hey,least a nagging mom and moody brother is always better than four walls around me.I was already jumping on the idea to be on the next bus home.Wuhooooo....!!Game plan: 7pm bus-9.30pm Ipoh and 10pm on the sofa with the remote in one hand and a nice cup of tea in another.Fantastic.

Fantastic just till I reached Pudu Raya.
The moment the place came into sight,swear words come out with might.
(heyy...that rhymed.lol)
Holy Mother of Cow,whats wrong with this people?Why are all of them here?Drive back home la u rick skunks,leave those seats for me to be on.Arseholes.


Anyways,I realized its going to be a little tougher than I thought earlier,some huffing puffing pushing and bargaining is needed.From counter to counter,I sluggishly started asking for the next bus back to Ipoh.The answers?

Pukul 10,9.30..tak ada....and finally 8.30.Bingo!Thats it!But hey hey hey waita min,how come you alone have it so early?

Kutu:Ticket 22ringgit bang,super duper power puff VIP bang.

Me:Screw it.(Im indian,why should I pay extra for something I can get cheaper later on?)
Takpe la bang,biar lambat la asalkan tak bayar lebih.keke...



So,in the end,my swindling twisted upper membrane figured out a plan to get the early bus.I decided that I would pay the bus driver illegaly and seat on those empty seats left by absent passengers.Sounds like a good idea,but it wasnt to be a good day.DAMN!I then bought the 10pm ticket at the Plusliner counter and went down to the Platform to try luck on the earlier buses.Who knows I might get lucky?


And lucky I was.Not for the bus but for what I saw next......at the very corner of the platform sidewalk,behind a pillar....a yellow scarf swerving in air with the black curls of a beauty next to it.Undeniably the most fascinating sight I have seen in a long time,at the centre of my attention was this fascinatingly elegant Indian girl.Dressed in the most exotic punjabi suit topped with a yellow scarf around her neck,she became the epitome of the Indian culture.She stood there with so much of attractiveness,looking gorgeous from head to toe.And thats before she turned her head my way.Her face was just as exquisite as her outlook.That look she was having on her was of naive-ness,of soft,gentle sweetness.Light chocolate eyes bordered with beautiful lashes.She had me impressed beyond words.She was too stunning that I suddenly felt oblivious to my surroundings.There was her and only her in my view and nothing else mattered.


After being starstruck for some seconds,I turned my sights somewhere else but that image remained as the backdrop of my imagination before reality reminded me of my purpose there.Heck,i even forgot why I was standing there.With the engine roaring and brakes squeaking,the 7.30pm bus to Ipoh was in sight.All those who had tickets boarded it leaving those hopeful's like me and this girl(who was with her Chinese friend).Hopes were dashed when the driver of the bus confirmed he had a full house of passengers and no seats for us.Another thirty mins of bus waiting beckoned.I took this oppurtunity to step forward to strike a conversation with her friend.(Trust me,thats the only way an Indian girl can be approached).Just a question or two later,I was in full conversation with her bestie.(i figured out).My mind processed data faster than an Intel Chipset would and realized that she was a nursing student from Pantai Medical College going back home after concluding her course.Then, all of a sudden,the beauty herself joined the conversation(told yea it works...hehe) and now I was in direct conversation with her.(Bingo!Check point 1-direct conversation).

After 10 minutes of chit-chatting,we decided to remain silent till the 8pm bus arrives.Time flied before we were facing the entrance of another Plusliner bus on its way to Ipoh.This time we were much luckier.There were 4 empty seats in the bus and when I calculated the extra's waiting to board-there were 5.Problema.The 2girls got main priority as they are ladies and then there was this old uncle.Now,pushing an old timer to get me home earlier isnt exactly the menace my parents have thought me.So,itwas between me and this freakish malay/chinese/indian/chindian/eurosian/whatever dude beside me.One leg on the first step and our hero here just nudges me away to get on.Mother F%cker!Wanted to just smack the back of his head when he leapt forward but patience came into the picture and I lost that one last place on the bus.Having her on the bus and me off it mattered so much suddenly.

So much came to my mind but I just shrugged all of it off and turned my back,taking the staircase up to the seats.I had nothing to do anymore down here.The next bus would only be there at 9pm and she was gone.Blaming my luck and cursing that ogrish guy,I dragged myself to the bench.Troughout this time,I was just thinking of the girl I saw earlier and such a waste it was that I didnt get on that bus.All kind of thoughts flooded my mind and I soon realized that I might never see her ever again.I dont even know her name or who she is.She was turning out to be more than an admired girl,she suddenly became my personal magic and fantasy.Snapped by the sound of a shouting ticket seller not far off from where I was seated,my mind hit reality again.I looked at my watch.Its still a while before 9pm.In contrast to the earlier,time now decided to move painstakingly slow.Unable to bare the wait,I started walking around and 5minutes before 9pm,I came down the platform again.On the way down,I saw the image of a middle aged man leaning back against the steel grills.I turned away to look far when I caught the glimpse of something at the end of my eyes.As I walked further,the shadow of someone came into sight and before I could think of anything,there she was again.I couldnt believe my eyes and most of all,my damn blady luck.Standing just a few foot away from me,looking as innocently sweet before she carved a beautiful curve on her cheeks before she blurted a few words on how she had to get down the bus as the person absent showed at the very last minute.I wasnt really listening,all that was playing in my mind was its fate that made her get off that bus and back into my life.I cant thank you enough Mr.Fate.I just kept nodded and smiling at every single thing she was telling.Then,when it came to my turn to speak..I brought my right hand forward and just said my name.She replied with her name,the most angelic name for an angel.Sarah.Sarah Angel.The tweak in her voice and innocence in the tone just captivated me as we kept on talking.This time around,I choose to dig out more information about her and tried to make a joke or two.She giggled at my silly jokes and I felt like im 17 again,trying to woo a girl with humor.She later told me that there is no 9pm bus,just the 9.30pm one to Ipoh and was her actual bus back.Before we knew it,it ws 9.30pm and the dark green,silverish painted bus was in front of us.She got into the bus and sat next to the glass window,which was just beside the platform where I was standing on.She smiled from in there and moved her lips trying to let me know that the seat beside her is empty.I just replied with fingers crossed and eyes closed tight to show how badly I wanted to be there.She responded with another of her sexy giggles to which my heart spoke out:Oh sweet heaven,I got to be in this bus!!

Finally,at my third attempt,I suceeded to get a seat on the bus.As I was walking down the bus aisle with undescribable glee and excitement,a malay lady came out from no where and sat down beside her.I just went F*ckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!! and ballistic inside.How cruel can things be??I feel my right to be beside her was snatched under my nose.Settling down my nerves,I found myself a seat just a row infront of her.Was more like a compensation for missing out on the main prize.So,all the way back to Ipoh,I had to sit infront of her and be restricted to say anything more than a line.I soon dozed off due to tiredness.Two and half hours later,I was in Ipoh.Having cleared my confused mind after getting up,I was making plans to just casually ask for her phone number.The plan was to get down the bus and ask before we path ways.

As I got down and turned to speak to her,she spoke first by quickly murmuring some words like take care and good bye,my dad is here or something before hurrying towards a figure standing in the dark.I just stood that same very ground overlooking the proceedings.She hugged her dad before they walked away into the night.Moments later as I was standing at the taxi stand,a silver Proton Waja drove pass me and the flicker of shiny object caught my eyes.It was her ear rings and friends,that was the last of Sarah that I saw.Till today,I think of her quite often.Its weird how magically she appeared,left,re-appeared in a matter of hours in my life.I really do feel like tracking her down and based on the information I have of hers,it is quite possible.However,Im going to let it go.Let her be that fairy angel who appeared magically infront of me,dazed me with her elegance and left me with a million sweet memories which I use to put myself to bed every night.

Was Michael Jackson really that special?

Everyday there are an estimated 150 000 deaths worldwide,just plain ordinary people passing away.While they only conjure the tears of relations and friends,they too had a meaningful life.Some were wonderful souls who dedicated their life's doing good rather than earning good.Poor old Johny might have spend half his life doing humanitarian works in Africa and the other half bed ridden,cause by some insect bite while in the Kalahari.How come Johny's death goes insignificant?All this leads to my upper nonstop membrane to wonder why is Michael Jackson's death a sad news to us?Its true he was famous,he was a wonderful singer,great vocal,terrific dancer and all.Whatever.The question is:What more did he do to you and me than gud ol' Johny to deserve such respect and prayers upon his death?

Well,since the question is rhetorical and waiting for you guys to reply would be just as wasteful as waiting for the Halley's commet.Least,the latter is guaranteed to come about once every 76years.

Ill answer the question myself but not on a global basis.For most of us,Malaysians and the kids of the 90's,Michael Joseph Jackson was the first famous celebrity we ever knew.He was the first

we ever wanted to emulate.Before you or me dressed with blings like Akon or before some of you thugs tied a hankie with a knot in the front like Tupac,you wanted to be like Michael.White gloves,in black and white with a signature hat.He epitomed style to us,and dont even get me started on the moonwalk.Every single kid in school would try to do the moonwalk the day after MJ's concert was shown on the tele.Though non suceeded,we took great pride in the chance to be like him.He was the first person we would have called cool.

To live trough the 90's would also mean to live trough having Michael Jackson as a household name.In every man's mouth for his songs,some legendary.Some came to our knowledge when remaked by others.For example,my all time Mj favourite would be Smooth Criminal,which I only knew was Michael's original track after it was re-mixed into a faster more crunk rock version by the Alien Ant Farm.Though the original track is much slower,the lyrics is so powerful with every line bearing a deep meaning.I will never forget the day I first listened to this and how I had to agree that Michael Jackson is one heck of an artist who is not over-hyped.He was the hype himself.He deserved the hype for all his songs and for his Thriller album,which till date is most succesful album in the history of American music making.Not only that,to those friends of mine who are dancers and interested in the field,MJ is an idol.Every single one of them told me how much his death has impacted them as they(the dancers) feel the best there ever was is now gone.To me personally,the dance move he does when he turns sideways and stands own his toes while pretending to sit in mid-air is beyond words.His trademark shriek of aaaaaaoooowwwww...will always remain a Michael Jackson special.

All that might be enough to give him the respect and prayers for his absence,I feel I paid my respects to the 'King of Pop' for totally different reasons.Yes,the controversial ones.The baby dangling in Germany and the child molestation cases,the plastic surgery,that wedding to Elvis's daughter and all.For starters,I would like to remind all those who called him Wacko to remember that Michael was human after all.Just because he was famous doesnt mean he cant has plastic surgery or re-constructive's.If he feels he doesnt like the way his nose is and chin is shaped,and if he has the money to do it,whats the big deal?Every day thousands of Americans go under the knife to change the way they look,are they wrong too?Isnt it basic human rights to do so?If so,why was MJ taunted for his facial changes?The way he dealt with the issue is remarkably adored.Simple statements trough lawyers and publicist,and in times with his own mouth was the only answers.The power of fame and money never got to Michael.He remained a kid in heart.He proved this when he bought over the Neverland ranch in the late 80's.Which else Hollywood celebrity would come out stating the reason he bought a ranch and named it according to some child fiction because he is always a kid in heart?That requires bravery and Michael Jackson has loads of it.Regarding the child molestation cases and all,I would not further comment but just re-instate the court decision of not guilty of those charges.

At the end of the day,Michael showed he was just a ordinary human with wonderful voice and a talent of dancing.A pure entertainer,from the Jackson 5 to Thriller,he did just that-entertained.We were all fazed by his vocal,his style of black and white,the hat,the moonwalk,the shriek and most of all how he was.Though he has his critics,for me Michael Joseph Jackson deserves the highest accolade of an entertainer,the eternal respect for carrying out his entertaining duties fantasticly,for remaining the same old kid regardless of wealth and fame and most of all-for those wonderful childhood memories where I wanted to be you.

REST IN PEACE

MICHAEL JACKSON

1958-2009

A day shall not pass without being remembered,

a legacy remains of your passion,

though songs and tracks be played till never ,

its your memory that would last forever.

How did the evitable happened?

The inevitable has happened.While many cant argue how United didnt manage to hold on to Ronaldo,they can on the subject of Tevez.Though he is officially represented by agents and not another club,Carlitos always had his heart on his badge.The United administration should have realised this long time ago that strucking a deal would be easier if they just matched the asking price.Now that he is leaving,it leaves us if question marks on who to blame for the exit of a beloved,tireless work-horse of a player Carlos Tevex was.Though,it would be easy to blame United all together for this saga,we must not forget that this whole fiasco was caused by the state of ownership of Tevez.Since he was not club bound and any transfer money paid would not stay in football,United as the typical English club which holds strict principals in the upbringing of the football culture were reluctant to pay.Perhaps,even Fergei could be blamed now,as it is just known now,that he knew he would loose Ronaldo this summer,why wasnt extra effort be taken in securing the dimunitive Argentinian?And finally,the man who is responsible for holding the transfer and playing rights of Carlos Tevez,the manipulative brain washer,blood sucker piece of s*ite the world knows as Kia Joorabchian(dun fuckin care his name's spelling).Bet the mother that gave birth to him would regret having a devil as a son,have a few more of him in football and the game we love would be nothing but a money-making scam.His constant brain washing and manipulative mind,who knows nothing else other than profit decided he wants to cash in altogether by selling all rights of Carlitos to City(most likely destination).Either FIFA or UEFA should decide on a rule to phase-out such pathetic low life creatures from the beautiful game.

In short,if Carlos Tevez is going to be leave,he would still have the highest regard of respect and love amongst the United fans.We would love you just as much when you were here.Where-ever you end up playing,we hope you achieve higher sucess and plenty of happiness for your one player who deserves it all.
Thank You Carlitos!!

A hell of a swallow

So here I am,finally.Its been months since I posted something here cause I was too busy posting something else in another blog.(ssshh..secret)

Well other than the Top Secret Goverment files I have been working on,there has been many many changes in life.As usual,time changes everything and things are unfolding in a different manner these days.Enough of general talking!

I got myself a job recently to pay off my debts(Dont ask) but before I can pocket my first month's,Im already down with swollen tonsils.The thing with this tonsils are that when they swell,they take up almost all the space in ur trakea(if im not mistaken) and causing difficulties in swallowing.Forget food,I cant even swallow my own salliva at times.DAMN!
Even if I managed,it would be with a clenched fist,closed eyes and a big whole groan.
One word here:torturous.

I got myself Mc for yesterday and today...hopefully this fat bitch gets slimmed by difflam,thymol garggle,antibiotics and those other medicines I have been taking like a junkie.
Till I get better,Ive just got one advise for you healthy guys out there.....appreciate it!!!

Artificial Intelligence!

What defines intelligence?

Has it got to do with scoring straight A's in any examinations?

Or maybe someone who has achieved very good academic excellence?

The weird thing about intelligence is that its too smart too be defined soo badly.Perhaps the use of words like smart and intelligent are not so smart after all.Why are we forcing our youths to sit and painstakingly go trough their books day and night to score A's in their exams?Its not going to make them smarter!Anyone can get an A in a subject.Thats the truth.The Malays get it easier than us in Malaysian Public Examinations.So,does that mean that they are smarter than us?NO!

All those...okay fine,most of them who scored many A's in their exams are those who are willing to put in a whole load of effort and are just hardworking.This applies mostly to non-bumiputra's.We all know the bumiputra's in Malaysia get it easier in everything including academic marking scheme's.No disrespect to some of them who are actually hardworking.

My question to the Malaysian government is.....Whats the point?

We can definitely make a million more doctors,lawyers,engineers or teachers but what we really need are scientists and intelligent individuals who are going to make the necessary changes.For instance, to lead our research and development.Why is RnD an integral part of a countries development?The answer is simple...trough scientific breakthroughs,we could monopoly a certain economy and this would indirectly give us more power in that certain field that would eventually make us a much more recognisable nation.This is how we should be known for and not for the some monument we build or some stupid tunnel which serves dual purpose.Other importance's of such individuals are the leadership that they can offer to us could make a whole oad of a difference.

See also,Mahathir,Mohammad (Ex-PM of Malaysia).

Alright,some may argue we all know this but cant do a thing.YOUR WRONG!

Why not for beginners we start accepting the fact that intelligence could be in anyone amongst us?

The simple truth that we are all afraid of is to admit that intelligence has no boundaries and could be inherited by anyone.Yes,anyone!Why is it so scary?Just imagine your Indonesian maid being much more intelligent than everyone in your family?Doesnt it make you feel insecure?

That's why we keep dodging this fact and also beacause the matter is very subjective.The nearest we will get to really know one's level of intelligence is an IQ test.Till date,the Malaysian Education Ministry have been very reluctant to either directly include a subject which tests this or maybe create an additional paper which would give us a clearer indication of who is a better candidate for a place in a university.Not to say that what we have now is bad,the current education system is good but just not good enough.The implementation of such tests is a necessity and also students should be allowed to pick their subjects as soon as they enter into secondary school in accordance to their choice of ambition.This is a very good way to reduce the rate of unemployment in the country especially in times when a major economical downturn is expected.There is no particular need to have so many lawyers when what we actually need are more varieties to help out in various fields,maybe more geologist in the country would be helpful?

Whatever the argument is,Malaysians have to stop moaning or whining and start waking up to the reality that says all's not fine.Any system in the world would need constant modifying or in other terms,reformation and revolutions for a better future and maybe now is the right time for us to

REVAMP THE MALAYSIAN EDUCATION SYSTEM.

Bothered citizen of Malaysia.

Robots

How would life be if we were all robots from the outside?What I mean is everyone looks just the same physically?Everyone looked the same and attraction to a different kind is non-existant?Would there be such thing as beauty?In today's world of beauty depending love,wouldnt that create chaos?How would we all know who we really love and not?Things would slow down and perhaps.....we will love each other for who we are and not for how we are!Isnt that what love is all about?Loving someone for who they are?and not how they look or what they possess?Just think about it.......how would life be???

There might be some consequences out of this as God created everything perfectly to snchyronize each other....but at least,some people would wake up and realise the meaning of love!

Missing In Action

Millions of apologies for going AWOL for the past month.I would like to rectify the cause of it was the theft of my lappy.Since then, I have been hitchhiking a friends pc (sometimes hogging on it for hours till he gets fedup.....).

Anyways, whatever it is.......I would be back with a plenty of storiesss to tell including a dramatic accident tale with me as the eye witness and the full report on my never-ending love story-lmao!

Till then,cya n live life in seconds....it seems longer that way... :D


Cheers,
K.SherGill