Brutalnie pasujący do sytuacji tekst

You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you

She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done

Now you wish she'd never come back here again
Oh, never come back here again

You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you

You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you

She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done

Now I'm nailed above you
Gushing from my side
It's with your sins that you have killed me
Thinking of your sins I die
Thinking how you'd let them touch you
How you'd never realise
That I'm ripped and hang forsaken
Knowing never will I rise
Again

You still see her
Oh, you hear her
You want her
Oh, you want to
You see her
You hear her
You want her
You still want to

narta

Ostatnio miałem taką sytuację. Siedzę sobie w tramwaju. Jest dość pusto. Czytam książkę. Nagle mój noc atakuje zapach "spoconego rosołu ze smalcem i brudnymi skarpetami". Podnoszę głowę. Przede mną siedzi jakaś kobieta. Lat około 50. Ech... Całe szczęśćie było dużo miejsca. Zmieniłem położenie. Usiadłem po drugiej stronie. Aromat pani nie był na tyle silny, żeby mnie tam "dorwać". Poczułem się bezpieczny i dalej spokojnie zagłębiłem się w lekturze. Nie na długo. Na którymś z przystanków wsiadła pani z wózkiem. Aromatyczna pani akurat zajmowała miejsce, przed którym jest wolna przestrzeń. Wstała więc, żeby ustąpić miejsca. Była tak "uprzejma", że chwilę potem zajęła pozycję... znów przede mną! Nie było drogi odwrotu. Tramwaj był już zapełniony. Nie było gdzie usiąść. Musiałem wstać i przemieścić się na drugi koniec pojazdu. Całe szczęście wysiadałem na następnym przystanku.

Może ktoś poszedłby po rozum do głowy i zorganizował jakąś akcję na rzecz higieny w środkach komunikacji miejskiej? "Bądź humanitarny dla swoich współpasażerow! Nie muszą Cię wąchać!". Pod tym hasłem na przystankach, w punktach sprzedaży biletów rozdawanoby mydło z instrukcją obsługi...

Można by tu dyskutować o ekonomi, edukacji, światowej pomocy, pracy dzieci i tak dalej i tak dalej .... czy można coś zrobić. Ja jestem sceptyczny jeśli chodzi o odmianę losu tych ludzi. Uważam że szerszy dostęp do Edukacji (tutaj trzeba płacić za szkoły) mógłby dużo zmienić, ale nie sądzę żeby dużo się zmieniło w ciągu najbliższych 20 lat w Indiach. Jakby nie było żeby się rozwijać Indie potrzebują taniej siły roboczej - na tym polu konkurują z innymi Azjatyckimi państwami, i nie bardzo tutaj ma znaczenie jak żyją najubożsi. Dużo się mówi o technologicznym postępie Indii, o usługach IT, i rzeczywiście miliony ludzi znajdzie tam pracę, ale będą to ludzie wykształceni. Na Najbiedniejszych nie czeka różowy sen. Liczy się kasa i układy na dużo wyższym poziomie. Ciężko Sobie wyobrazić mieszkańców już dzisiaj przeludnionego Delhi w 2050 roku (w 2030 Indie z 1,53 mld ludzi będą najbardziej zaludnionym państwem na świecie). Można za to wszystko winić Indyjski rząd ,ale jeśli w niespełna 40 milionowej Polsce mamy olbrzymie problemy z demokracją i reformami gospodarczymi, to co ma powiedzieć ponad miliardowe państwo (największa demokracja na swiecie) złożone z odmiennych kulturowo i historycznie stanów?

Zdecydowana większość ludzi "na zachodzie" ma głęboko gdzieś, to jak żyje się w innych państwach. I nie mówię tutaj o osobach z minimalnymi dochodami ale o osobach, którym status materialny pozwala na  "świadome" zakupy i na to żeby pomyśleć o "świecie". Nikt nie będzie się zastanawiał czy produkty, które wybiera z półki, pochodzą z fabryk gdzie etyka ma swoje miejsce. Te sprawy mają za mało miejsca w mediach. Media to coś co na prawdę jest pierwszym krokiem w kierunku lepszych zmian nie tylko w Indiach, ale na całym świecie.  Sam zanim przyjechałem do Indii byłem świadomy tego że niektórzy ludzie mają tutaj "ciężkie życie". Ale świadomość to jedno a zobaczenie rożnych rzeczy na własne oczy ......

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Oczywiście Indie to nie tylko brud i bieda (nie tylko to co napisałem wyżej), to nie tylko wielkie miasta, gdzie najbardziej "widzialne" są tragiczne warunki życia mieszkańców. To też wspaniałe  'wioseczki" i miasteczka gdzie ludzie ciągle mają ciężkie ale godziwe życie. Różnice kulturowe pomiędzy 'zachodem' są olbrzymie i to ile można się nauczyć obcując z tutejszymi ludźmi i z ta kulturą sprawia że warto tu przyjechać. Globalizacja niestety unifikuje i sprowadza wszystko do jednej mocno zamerykanizowanej papki. Trzeba się mocno starać żeby samemu nie zostać kulturowym tyranem.

"Go Before It Is Too Late"

Without further ado, here is the first blog I was ever moved to write on HockeyBuzz back in July of 2007, or anywhere else, and I am honored to share it with you...

I am a Flyers and a hockey fan.  I have been a hockey fan in a town where the Philadelphia Eagles have a death grip on the hearts, minds and sports talk radio souls of our area.  Heck, even the Phillies and 76ers (ban) - who are just god   awful - get more airtime than the NHL.  There are those who say that hockey doesn't matter, save for a few towns in Canada, and that the NHL is barely a viable professional sport anywhere not inundated with snow from November on.

They are wrong.  Hockey does matter.

It doesn't matter whether you have never touched a skate blade to a fresh surface of ice or have had Bauers on since you could walk.  It doesn't matter whether you have intimate knowledge of the famed rivalries between Boston and Philadelphia, Toronto and Montreal or Edmonton and Calgary or just caught AO on a breakaway while channel surfing on that four letter network.  It doesn't matter if you are a new fan and don't know the first thing beyond your own team or the oldest, most sage hockey historian (Scoop).  It doesn't really matter if you think Nashville "deserves" a team or not.  (I happen to think they do.)

For those kids in places like Saskatoon, Thunder Bay, St. Cloud and Hamilton - who have been living, breathing and playing hockey since they could say Toe Blake - you know what an amazing game this really is and should consider yourselves lucky.  In those areas, Hockey will survive even after the NHL is long gone.  You matter as a hockey fan.  Your passion, love for the game and desire to bang a puck around on a frozen pond long after most kids have gone in for frostbite treatment...matters.

What ALSO matters is there are kids out there - especially in non-traditional markets like Nashville - who have yet to learn or are just beginning to learn what a truly amazing game the NHL is.  They matter too.  Those are the kids who might see guys (AO, Sid, Briere, Vanek, Getzlaf, Heatley, Spezza) flying around on ice making moves that defy physics and stop and take a second look.  They might see a thundering bodycheck from any of a number of Dmen that makes you wonder if that forward will ever completely remove himself from the dasher.  They might see a lightning quick, high glove hand save from the likes of Luongo, Kipper, Brodeur or Fleury and wonder "how in the name of Pelle Eklund did he even SEE that, let alone save that laser from the point?" and really want to watch another one.

Those are the same things that hooked me, and I am sure many of you as well.  For me, those guys were the Flyers of '74-75 and '75-76.  Fog on the ice at the Aud in Buffalo. Bobby Clark doing ANYTHING to win...and I mean anything.  Reggie Leach unloading one of his 11 game winning howitzer blasts from the point in '75-76 and setting an NHL record 19 playoff goals that still stands today.  Bernie Parent making saves that still mystify me 30 years later and torment me as to why and how Bobby Clark the GM could not understand the utter necessity of a stud goalie.  (IMHO Bernie still holds the record with 47 wins no matter what the record books say - sorry Marty). Dave "The Hammer" Schultz earning his paycheck five minutes at a time - to the tune of 472 penalty minutes - another NHL record and continuing to illustrate the failed idea of the instigator rule.  Those were the guys that got me to love this game, that made me glad to watch a grainy, 8" black and white just so I could see Bill Barber score one of his 50 goals and 62 assists in '75-76.  They made me a fan.

Forgive the personal journey down amnesia lane.  I am a fan.  I am hooked.  God help my soul.

Being a hockey fan matters because I am a little scared that kids out there will believe the mainstream media who relegates hockey to somewhere above a novelty and just below Women's 9-ball tournaments on that four letter network.  That kids will be robbed of watching some of the greatest athletes in any sport, anywhere.  That they will not become intrigued enough by today's stars to sit down and watch the stars that came before them and changed the way the game is played - like the '84-85 Edmonton Oilers. (With no disrespect to Montreal or Toronto - the single, best team to ever take the ice IMO).

What matters is that the NHL is not doing its part to bring those fledgling fans, in the formative stages of their hockey lives, along in a way that will promote a lifelong love of our great game.  The NHL does not reach out and challenge the non-traditional markets to love the game.  They do this in spite of the NHL.  Just read the reports from EK about the passion and outpouring of support and $$ from the citizens and corporations of Nashville.  Those kids wearing a Preds jersey who may have never seen a live game deserve a team.  Now, I am sure there would be equal or greater passion from the fans of Hamilton or Winnipeg or Quebec.  It is in their blood and their National consciousness.  I want hockey to succeed everywhere where fans are willing to come out and support it.  Did Nashville support one of the better skilled teams last year?  The attendance numbers would say they did not.  The results of the recent rally might argue differently.

If the NHL does not do justice to marketing itself and its game to young fans, then shame on them.  At that point it becomes a grassroots effort.  We the fans have to  promote the game, spend our money and use our voice to reach and teach younger fans about what makes this game so great.  THAT is our calling and our burden.  The game is great.  The talent every NHL player possesses is unimaginable to someone like me.  I know I love it.  I know I plan my week around making time to catch some of it on TV or sometimes get to a game amidst the rigors of life with a wife and nine and three year old.  If we don't reach out and inspire the next generation of fan - my little guy calls the game "hockeypuck" - I am not sure I can trust the current NHL leadership to do so for me.  Mr Bettman and his minions need to showcase the immense talent in the league, explore and revel in the age old rivalries that make hockey games into life and death struggles and allow each potential fan the chance to watch a grainy, 8" black and white tv and become hooked.

That is why being a hockey fan matters.

Thanks for reading...

SYF

Hmm... This probably means we're gonna restage it to a college audience. Wonderful. Now everyone can see my horrendous hairdo. >.<

Anyway, I'm amazed that I actually used an Iron Man quote today for the AQ on marriage. A rich businessman, aka Tony Stark, was asked if he had a family. When he said that he didn't. The reply that he got from Yinsen was "So you're a man who has everything, but nothing." Of course, I didn't mention which movie it was. I simply said it was a recent Hollywood movie. Marvin was pratically foaming when I told him.

I never intended to blog today, but this piece of happy news totally killed my mood for work. After all, I'm supposed to hand up Chapter 1 for PW tomorrow but I still haven't gotten down to completing my section on "The Plan". 

Ok, should get back to PW. My teacher never seems to be pleased with our group. No idea why. Till next time, dear reader.

The beginning process…
The teachers called down people to audition for roles they thought we could play, Butler stayed with the Coach role, Cao got shifted to the Preppie’s teacher, and to my dismay, I found myself once again playing that (%*#!*(&#! Gay Pica Soh. Well, on the bright side, it’s a fun role to do, though I must admit that prolonged exposure to such a character is likely to result in a softening of the… insides.
Following the auditions, our rehearsals were sparse due to the Mr Quek’s absence to go defend the nation, and because of Centrestage going on at the same time. We had a couple of rehearsals here and there, though people’s attitudes were generally bored and lacking in inspiration. Morale began to dip…
Things began to pick up during our overnight camp in the march holidays, in which we stayed late to continually rehearse the play over and over. At this point things started looking up, possibly from the amount of rehearsals. We did a run in front of our small of audience of our past year 6s, or Year 7s, as we call them. The feedback was generally positive, with us being so prepared with 2 months to go till the actual show. Following that, there was a distinct drop in rehearsals, and thus a distinct drop in performance level and morale. We realized that because our rehearsals were few and far between, there was not any real build up of anticipation and of performance level with us just relying purely on the stipulated rehearsal schedule given by the teachers.
This, of course, was catalyzed by a rather harsh talk given by the teachers 2 Saturdays before the show. That was when things really began to pick up in pace. Following that, we began organizing individual rehearsals within our groups outside our rehearsal schedule in order to thoroughly improve ourselves and step up our game. People began taking the initiative and stopped resting on the hard work of the long-suffering teachers. The final two weeks leading up to D-Day were intensely awesome. The pace both within and outside the show really picked up, a sliver of hope began to glimmer for us again.
During our next run at ACJC, with the senior admin as our audience, the feedback was excellent, one of the few gripes being that we overran, which became our main worry for the next week leading up to the show. Nonetheless, we all pitched in and tried our best to tighten up the pacing as much as we could within our groups. Finally, the show itself. The day whizzed by and before we knew it, we were done. We had an incredible response from both the judges and from the audience. As Mr. Quek reported to us later about when he went for the SYF workshop, he received some very good feedback from the judges and the people watching. Following the show, we had a little post-show celebration, and people did a lot of stupid yet fun stuff.
This SYF is probably the most significant SYF our club could take part in, being the first SYF we’re taking part in as a JC-level Club. All eyes are on us, to see us make or break. But like the teachers have said, we did our best, and we did well, regardless of the result. We know in our hearts that we achieved an incredible standard(but we will no doubt get gold with honours ). With all the drangled lines aside, this SYF has been a process and a product I’d want to cherish and remember for all the good and bad memories of it. I think this has really been a milestone for our club and I’m thoroughly proud of us for kicking off our history of participation in the SYF on such a brilliant and high note. And thus… A big thank you to the 35 of you who put so much effort and commitment into this production, especially the 5 EXCO who really gave their all. Thank you to the teachers for doing so much and sacrificing so much for the SYF, these isn’t really much in it for you but nonetheless you gave so much to this show. And I would think much praise and gratitude is due to God, who kept us mostly healthy and well throughout the SYF period, His grace really pulled us all through.
And now this moment-man is going to wait for the SYF results to finally come out. We worked long and hard for the SYF, we suffered and sacrificed for three months and we were as ready as we could be. But no matter who wins, no matter the outcome, I think we all know this for sure that we’re proud of ourselves for what we did.
Thank You God.

Anyway, here's what's been going on lately:

SYF PLAY! - SISTERS

Went down to ACJC on Tues. The play itself went very well, with few screw-ups, except for one of the five stones being left on stage. But I don't think the judges noticed it since it was so small anyway. SYF gave me a chance to work with some pretty amazing actresses (it's very female dominated) like Aruna, Shuli, Sarah, Priya etc. and also very interesting directors, Mr. Vadi & Joyce. Oh, and I thought that Shuli's performance was especially commendable. She played the role of Mei Tze perfectly and gave the ending the impact it needed. Anyway, the waffles at the AC canteen are damn nice! After the performance, we rushed down to buy them & I koped the last one, much to Joyce's dismay. Sorry dear!

Oh and we cam-whored throughout the day. Try to refrain from laughing at my hair... I know it makes me look like Lim Bo Seng's son and all but you have to remember that the play is set is olden Singapore. Anyway, here are some of the products of our cam-whoring, courtesy of Tanvi & Mathan:

Attempted dreamy shot outside PAC :p

(Left to right: Yona, Mathan, Sally, Moi)

Steffi & Me

Pouting :D

Post-Production in AC canteen (I got my hair back!)

 (Left to right: Mel Ho, Joyce, Me, Mathan, Shuli, Tanvi)

 Let's hope we get our GOLD WITH HONOURS!

 COLLEGE PLAY 2008 - OUR TOWN

By now everyone who has watched the play will probably be thinking how totally random & crude my character was. If you don't remember, I was the baseballer who appeared for like, let's see... 5 seconds? Yea, but at least I got to meet & talk to very cool ppl that I've never actually gotten a chance to talk to like Claire, Camilla, Abigail Kang & Ho, Auyong, Joshua, Miffy, Hannah, Bryan, Fiona, Anna, Lin Tong etc. And not forgetting Mr. Booth, our director, who is a very funny man if you ask me. Anyway I asked my friends who came down to watch it and they all said the play was good so WELL DONE CAST & CREW! To those of you who came down to watch the play, thanks for all your congrats/flowers/gifts. They reminded me of how much my friends care about me, even if I do end up with lines shorter than my write-up. Sadly, I don't have any pictures to show for college play though, cos no one has sent me any pictures yet. *hint hint*

PPB's

So now Post Production Blues are hitting me. No more rehearsals to attend. Going back to normal school life & not skipping classes anymore feels kinda surreal after all the fun that I've had. If there's one thing I've learnt from all these experiences, if you want photos in time to blog about the event, you have to take them yourself. So from now on, I'm gonna master the art of camwhoring with my camera phone. Looking forward to CAP seminar in a week's time. And this time, I'm gonna take plenty of photos.

So anyway, saturday was a day of first times. I had my first Lit week meeting for playlets where I got to read the finalised script for Sherlock Holmes, which I'm codirecting with Denyse & Jon Chan. I'm still not very happy with the idea of performing in the canteen in school uniform but I guess I don't really have much say in the matter.

Then I had to leave for my first SYF rehearsal. Gosh, the script is really cool. It's written by Mr. Vadi & it's entitled "Sisters", based on some true Singaporean stories. It's this tale of two sisters who get seperated and also muses on the loss of the kampong spirit where in the past everyone knew everyone else but now everyone is just pidgeon-holed into HDB appartements.  I like the ending - kinda expected but still cool all the same.

Then I attended my first drums lesson with Yee Le. The teacher's name is Justin and he's quite a nice guy. I think it's really fun but I just kept screwing up my drum beats while Yee Le just kept playing away with ease. How discouraging. Oh well, I must perservere and work hard so that lessons can move faster (Yee Le keeps nagging me to practise more). 

Finally there's the matter of creating my first-ever blog. Whee! I'm so happy to finally have a space to rant & ramble. Happy birthday, blog! Maybe I should come up with a name for it...

Casting results for College Play will probably be released later in the day. I really hope that I can get a fun character to play; it's been quite a while since I last acted on stage. It's a 2 hour play, something that I've never done before & I've quite curious to see how things will turn out.

So thus concludes my first post. Keep watching this space for more changes!

Ostatnio duuużo gram w WoW'a. Nawet bardzo ;] I tak wszystko zaniedbuję, chociaż muszę przyznać, że dzisiaj trochę mamie pomogłam :D Tak to jest gdy w domu rodzice pracują, a my się 'uczymy'  :P Wszystko na ostatnią chwilę, więc dzisiaj troszkę sobie posprzątałam. Tylko jedno mnie dziwi... Czemu ten cały syf akurat mnie prześladuje? :P Gdziekolwiek jestem, tam jest bałagan. Mój pokój jest zawsze naj... najbrudniejszy :D Ech... A niby dziewczyny powinny sprzątać :P

W środę spodobało mi się nastawienie jednego z nauczycieli do Kościoła... W końcu... nie jestem sama :D Bo w sumie co ma chodzenie co niedzielę do kościoła, bezustanne modlitwy do wiary? ;< Można przecież wierzyć i wyrażać to na swój sposób, o! :D Takie coś jak kościoły, księża itp, to tylko zbędny wydatek kasy :P Można by ją wykorzystać w inny, lepszy sposób. Przecież gdyby to zlikwidowano, a wszystkie zyski oraz całą kasę włożoną w to wszystko oddano np. dla mnie... Byłabym zapewne najbogatszym człowiekiem na świecie, nawet we wszechświecie :D Chyba zacznę chodzić z tacą albo po kolędzie i zbierać kasę ;>

Oj tam, ale mam ważniejsze rzeczy na głowie niż takie pierdoły :P Idę grać, na razie :D Mam już 17lvl! Jupi! :P hehe

No i nadal cieszę się z walentynki. Tak szczerej, uroczej i wspaniałej jeszcze nie dostałem.(Pierdo*one deja vu!)
No ale kiedy mówisz do mnie Słońce... Nauczyłem się grać akordami tą piosenkę. A te wymienione wyżej deja vu nie jest takie złe. Jeżeli się spełni. :D Wyznanie z tej walentynki jest dla mnie warte więcej niż jakiekolwiek inne słowa. No i ta wiadomość, iż jestem Komuś potrzebny. To w końcu cel mego życia - być Komuś pomocnym. Wierzę w to i tyle! ;)