Israel and the Palestinians

On the seventh day Jews everywhere celebrated Israel's deliverance from danger. But 40 years after that tumultuous June of 1967, the six-day war has come to look like one of history's pyrrhic victories. That is not to say that the war was unnecessary. Israel struck after Egypt's President Nasser sent his army into the Sinai peninsula, evicted United Nations peacekeeping forces and blockaded Israeli shipping through the Gulf of Aqaba. Israel's victory opened the waterway and smashed its enemies' encircling armies, averting what many Israelis sincerely expected to be a second Holocaust. And yet, in the long run, the war turned into a calamity for the Jewish state no less than for its neighbours.

Part of the trouble was the completeness of the triumph. Its speed and scope led many Israelis to see a divine hand in their victory. This changed Israel itself, giving birth to an irredentist religious-nationalist movement intent on permanent colonisation of the occupied lands. After six days Israel had conquered not just Sinai and the Syrian Golan Heights but also the old city of Jerusalem and the West Bank—the biblical Judea and Samaria where Judaism began. In theory, these lands might have been traded back for the peace the Arabs had withheld since Israel's founding. That is what the UN Security Council proposed in Resolution 242. But Israelis were intoxicated by victory and the Arabs paralysed by humiliation. The Arabs did not phone to sue for peace and Israel did not mind not hearing from them. Instead, it embarked on its hubristic folly of annexing the Arab half of Jerusalem and—in defiance of law, demography and common sense—planting Jewish settlements in all the occupied territories to secure a Greater Israel.

The six-day war changed the Palestinians too. They had been scattered by the fighting that accompanied Israel's founding in 1948. Some fled beyond Palestine; others became citizens of the Jewish state or lived under Egypt in Gaza and Jordan in the West Bank. The 1967 war reunited them under Israeli control and so sharpened their own thwarted hunger for statehood. When, decades later, Egypt and Jordan did make peace with Israel, the Palestinians did not recover Gaza and the West Bank. This has left some 4m Palestinians desperate for independence but in a confined land choked by Jewish settlements—along with the fences, checkpoints and all the hardships and indignities of military occupation. Ariel Sharon, it is true, dragged Israel out of the Gaza Strip two years ago. But so what? The Palestinians will not consider peace unless they get the West Bank and Arab Jerusalem too. And Hamas, the Islamists who now run what passes for a Palestinian government, says it will not make a permanent peace even then.

Is there a way out? Yes: but making peace will take courage, and too much of the energy that should have gone into peacemaking has been squandered on the blame game. There is, admittedly, plenty of blame to go round. What right had the British, in 1917, to promise the Jews a national home in Palestine? Why did the Palestinians reject partition in 1947? Why did Israel colonise the territories after 1967? Why did the Americans let Israel get away with it? Why did the Arab states leave the refugees to fester in camps? The Palestinians are terrorists, Zionism is racism, Israel's enemies are anti-Semites. Yasser Arafat should have accepted Israel's “generous offer” at Camp David in 2000. But, hang on, Israel's offer was not so generous...

And so the quarrel spins, growing more bitter with each revolution and spreading far beyond the Middle East. What started as a national struggle between two peoples for one land is gradually, and often wilfully, being transformed into a war of religion, feeding poison into the wounded relations between Islam and the West as a whole. It is scandalous that the occupation has persisted since 1967. This conflict should have been resolved long ago, and its continuation is an indictment of all involved, from the warring parties for their intransigence, to regional powers that have exploited the Palestinian cause for self interest, to the great powers for their lack of sustained attention. It should end—but how?

The answer has been obvious at least since 1937, when a British royal commission under Lord Peel reported that “an irrepressible conflict” had arisen between the Arabs and Jews of Palestine and that the country would have to be partitioned. More recently, the manner of the division has become obvious too. Despite all Israel's settlements, demography and justice still point to a border based on the pre-1967 lines, with minor adjustments of the sort Bill Clinton suggested in 2000.

As Mr Clinton's failure at Camp David demonstrated, securing agreement for such a deal will be hard. The Clinton solution would require Israel to give up the bulk of its settlements in the West Bank, uproot a great many more settlers than it did in Gaza and share sovereignty over Jerusalem. The Palestinians would have to accept that most refugees would “return” not to their homes of 60 years ago inside Israel but to a new state in the West Bank and Gaza. Such compromises will hurt. But for either side to give less and demand more will merely tip the difficult into the impossible.

Right now both continue to offer too little and demand too much. Israel has at least abandoned the dream of a Greater Israel that bewitched it after the great victory of 1967. The illusion that the Palestinians would fall into silence has been shattered by two intifadas and every rocket Hamas fires from Gaza. Israel's present government says it is committed to a two-state solution. But it is a weak government, and has lacked the courage to spell out honestly the full territorial price Israelis must pay. The Palestinians have meanwhile gone backwards. If Hamas means what it says, it continues to reject the idea that Jews have a right to a national existence in the Middle East.

What self-defeating madness. For peace to come, Israel must give up the West Bank and share Jerusalem; the Palestinians must give up the dream of return and make Israel feel secure as a Jewish state. All the rest is detail.

mika's encouragement

i haven't the slightest idea could hold on till 2am...

and i'm still going on... haven't finish my quota of 9 notes a day...

and still going on...

cuz it's ur song that accompanies me through this nite... perhaps in many more nites to come...

no wonder u've got such a big fan club... ahaha.. and i'm one of urs as well...

and this is my fav song by U...



thanks mika...=)

TOYS

ahaha....

i would love a wilson n tour, or even an prince o3 tour...

but...

doesn't do any harm if you are still using a new racket...

my new toy...

from

the broken n code....

TO
this... prince o3 silver... ok la... not my fav n tour but still it's o3 tech... worth a shot...

welcome to my latest toy...=)

吻别

前尘往事成云烟消散在彼此眼前
就连说过了再见也看不见你有些哀怨
给我的一切你不过是在敷衍
你笑的越无邪我就会爱你爱得更狂野
总在刹那间有一些了解
说过的话不可能曾实现
就在一转眼发现你的脸
已经陌生不曾再像从前
我的世界开始下雪
冷得让我无法多爱一天
冷得连隐藏的遗憾都那么地明显
我和你吻别在无人的街
让风痴笑我不能拒绝
我和你吻别在狂乱的夜
我的心等著迎接伤悲
想耍给你的思念就像风筝断了线
飞不进你的世界也温暖不了你的视线
我已经看见一出悲剧正上演
剧终没有喜悦我仍然躲在你的梦里面
总在刹那间有一些了解
说过的话不可能曾实现
就在一转眼发现你的脸
已经陌生不曾再像从前
我的世界开始下雪
冷得让我无法多爱一天
冷得连隐藏的遗憾都那么地明显
我和你吻别在无人的街
让风痴笑我不能拒绝
我和你吻别在狂乱的夜
我的心等著迎接伤悲
我和你吻别在无人的街
让风痴笑我不能拒绝
我和你吻别在狂乱的夜
我的心等著迎接伤悲


我不会忘了你。。。

The Joey Yap influence

Strive not to move ahead of others but instead, to do well the task you have been given.
-Joey Yap-

i've been scouring over books and his website over how to calculate my BaZi and stuff lidat..

It's darn interesting...

I'm a Feng Shui fanatic! And this is what he tells me for the day..

Strive not to move ahead of others but instead, to do well the task you have been given.

So true at this point of time... study for myself and not to compete against others...

Thanks Joey Yap!

MA BEAR BEAR

damn it....

Drogba to Lampard back to Drogba =

SHATTERED DREAMS....

Ronaldo didn't have his magic, absolutely no finishes could be done... Man Utd can't bloody hell penetrate their defence... and worst of all..

NO LUCK...

nvm.. they still are the premier league champs...

NEXT SEASON WE'LL BE BACK!

The OWNING...

the other day i tried to upload my blog but some crap thing happen.. and when now i try uploading any photos all i see is some gibberish html format kinda crap...

but that will NEVER EVER deter me from saying....


MAN UTD 2: CHELSEA 1

MAN UTD wins the ultimate FA Cup!! they are the best lar.. as in THE BEST!

Giggs scores and Ronaldo scores... Chelsea consolation goal to Frank Lampard...

ahaha... stay tuned...=)

Chelsea tonight KENA OWN LA...

Glory Glory MAN UTD!!!!!

The Goodbye

She ran down the corridor that lead to the central station, her eyes searching the numbers above the doors that lead out to a maze of platforms. She told herself she wouldn't come; he had asked her not to, it was what he wanted... wasn't it? She had gone to bed refusing to set her alarm, hoping to wake well past the time for changing her mind. As if she would've slept; she tossed in her bed throughout the night, decided to set the clock as a trick to help her sleep, and was still awake when she shut off the alarm a half hour before it would've gone off.

Still she told herself she wouldn't come. They had already said goodbye. Why make it harder for them both?

She was aware of no moment when she had decided; she'd just grabbed her coat and headed to the station in a rush. Now she couldn't find the platform, the numbers don't seem to follow each other the way they should. She ran past a man mopping the corridor floor, then almost collided with a porter wo had just stepped through the swinging doors out onto a platform.

"Please!" she said breathlessly. "Is the the platform for the 6:30?"

"Yes ma'am," he said, "but it just pulled out."

She banged through the doors, from the corridor to the platform.

She didn't see however was her lover's best friend passed through that very moment, two doors away, moving from the platform to the corridor.

She stood on the concrete, damp with chill air of morning, and watched the last cars of the train round the long curve toward the main track, leading away from her, and disappering into the distance.

She thought for that very instant that she saw him, or rather his arm sticking out from the carriage window with her blue handkerchief tied round his shoulder.

She stood there quiet, staring into emptiness as the morning breeze carressed her soft face. Had she fought with herself earlier, she would have seen him for one last time.

All she wanted was to hug him again, to tell him how much she loved him and will wait until he return. She wanted to feel the warmth of his breath and his ever assuring smile to know that he will eventually return to find her, like how she would have done so, if she had to leave as well.

Only had she did it.

She stood still looking out to where the bend of the tracks end, phantoming and hoping the train would somehow turn back.

But it didn't. Her eyes became watery and clouded her sight of the railway track. A tear ran from her eyes down to her cheeks. She fought not to cry but her regrets were too overwhelming.

She had never felt more alone.

相信我...

i can't remember when was the last time i actually really libo in the library...

perhaps it was the mapcu that disrupted my whole studying plan.... we won champion.. that's great... it was a great job by all of us... but now... it's back to studies... my studies was just derailed by mapcu... such an event but caused so much of damage... haih!

i haven't done much of sem 2 let alone the systems course... and worse, i have gi which i haven't touched for couple of days...

i'm behind time... and i just finish playing fifa...

what the hell am i becoming... i just lost interest in fighting on... i just don't know why i haven't felt the urge to continue to push on...

come on!!

温镇来....

加油！！加油！！

你可以做道的！！！但是我不够勤力...='(

救命啊！！！！救我...但是谁可以救我??

我想不到办法了... 我在哭不停!! haih...='(

我只有相信自己我能做到...

我一定做道的.....因为我相信自己...

你们相信我可以吗??

救我...

aun woon

first of all, thanks for the dinner... it was fantastic and had a wonderful time meeting back friends that i've lost touch with and to catch up with you...

we've known each other for quite some time redi.. but mostly our friendship was based on chia woon-khye theng and my mum and ur mum in buying-selling house...

little do i have in mind that we'll just end up in the same uni and having to say good bye again since the last time i said bye to u was when u left to aussie after form 3...

i remembered those days when u were a prefect in secondary school and i used to kacau u and ur mum called my mum up saying that i always kacau u and u complained... ahaha... then i kena scolding and that was i felt the last time i really talked to u about things... cuz suddenly u din seem all that friendly to me after all...

then u went back... and once in awhile, ur parents and mine with my sis had dinner together and had catching up but i never did went for those gatherings... but when i was stuck in cold hostile russia and wanted to come back here, u were there to help me in the application into imu... it was such a hard time for me, being there, and calling back to my mum and my mum, as u noe, frantically searched and clueless at times...

but u were there to aid my mum, and helped me into talking to may kuan, whom now i've made close friends with, and ur mum, accompanying mine, went to imu to discuss about things... i have to say, it was such a great thing to do as a friend, being that time u were already in sem4 and bz with selectives and stuff... and u helped me even though i haven't seen u for nearly 3 years and with a bad history of kacau-ing u in school, it was seriously unexpected on my part to get such help from u... and sometimes i do look back and i have to say at times i don't even dare to call myself as ur friend cuz i did nothing but kacau u and u still helped me when i was in dire straits...

and u came over to my place with titus and talked to me cuz at that time, i was by all times the lowest point of my life... i remembered saying that i'm just useless and u said 'no.. ur not useless, just a test to noe ur true strength within urself'.. and titus just reassured me over and over again saying it's ok, u'll be better here, and get back ur old self and eveyrthing will be fine... i'm truly blessed with friends like both of u...

u noe, when at the party, when the rest sang u ur bday song, it's us, the subang jaya ppl who will still call u aun woon though u were known better as cindy in imu.. cuz u're still the aun woon that the sj ppl noe...

and now it's time for u to leave to jefferson.. so many things have passed and finally u've got what u've wanted... god really did bless u with ur change of option from sban to pms and blessed u with the mental strength and knowledge to take the usmle and pass it...

somehow, along the way, u've taught me the strength to carry on even though at times everything is against u.. and along the way, i've taught u how to chilling abit, eat more cuz u look anorexic, and how to reverse ur car at a tight angle when going off from my hse! haha...

perhaps when u come back and being known as dr. soon aun woon, then we'll look back at the days over a cup of tea when we both were shy to see each other in school, to when u told ur mum i was like jerk kacau-ing u, and till the day u left to the states to chase ur dreams...

or perhaps even u decide to stay there cuz ur *ahem* is there now and don't wanna come back.. ahaha.. it was then at the party that i found out that my friend wen yin is already married.. who noes u'll be next? ahhaa... jk! but do know that u've always been a great friend and i've got nothing to offer but words of encouragement in settling down there getting accustomed to the life there... i'm sure u'll do fine.. moreover he's there rite? ahaha...

god bless u always aun woon and may u succeed in whatever dreams u are chasing...

all the best!

my mum , aun woon, sister, titus and er... forgot his name redi...titus and me... buddies and friends for life...

ur 21st bday cake... the 'key' to ur freedom... do use it well and chase ur dreams...ur dad, u, celine and ur mum...

the sj ppl.. we'll always be there for u... friends forever...
god bless you.. take care wherever u are and all the best! friends forever!~~

追

追 - 張國榮

-什么都说不出了，拿一首歌给大家听听 -

這一生　也在進取　這分鐘　卻掛念誰　
我會說　是唯獨你　不可失去　
好風光　似幻似虛　誰明人生樂趣　
我會說　為情為愛　仍然是對

＊誰比你重要　成功了敗了也完全無重要　
誰比你重要　狂風與暴雨都因你燃燒

一追再追　只想追趕生命裡一分一秒　
原來多麼可笑　你是真正目標
一追再追　追蹤一些生活最基本需要
原來早不缺少　WO..HA..　
有了你　即使平凡卻最重要
（＠只得你　會叫我彷彿人群裡最重要）

好光陰　縱沒太多　一分鐘又如何
會與你　共同渡過　都不枉過
瘋戀多　錯誤更多　如能重新做過　
我會說　願能為你　提前做錯

Repeat ＊（＠）

有了你　即使沈睡了　也在笑

我...

不用追了..

勿忘我...

my best quotes

if you can't fight on for yourself, who else will fight with you?

it's the character that's important. i can raise a million dollar baby but it's useless when the baby throws all the money away later in life.- dad

we are at the tails end of our life. you have to strive on for your own success.- dad

Aerith: You came. Even though you're about to break. That's a good sign.
Aerith: So... Why did you come?
Cloud: I think... I wanna be forgiven. Hmmm. More than anything.

sometimes the hardest person to forgive is to forgive yourself. have u ever wondered mistakes that you've made but the person who was hurt forgives you but u just can't forgive urself for making those mistakes?

but, everyday comes as a challenge... and the only thing that makes me go to bed soundly is that i've given my best in everything that i do... not an ounce less... so i hope and pray that the day that i can't forgive my own self will never come again...

there's a saying that goes:
'i swim as hard as i can and as fast as i can, and the sea takes the rest'

but have you ever wondered, to those who rescue others, they themselves are the ones who needed to be 'rescued'? it's such an irony that those who have given their hearts and soul to rescue someone, are actually the most vulnerable in their hearts just waiting to be rescued by another person... it's something that i've come to know after all these while...

they rescue other people because they have made a mistake and can't seem to forgive themselves for it... but little do they know that they will be the ones in return who needed to be rescued at the beginning...

it's such an irony, crude, twist of fate that such things happen all around us.. it's tough and unfair.. but sometimes we do need some rescuing ourselves after rescuing others...

that's if you know what i've been talking about...

don't we?

nostalgia

i have just taken a look into the past... a past that wasn't too long ago and sometimes once you've seen the pics everything just comes back to you and you sit back and watch wonderfully as pics and pics fly by...

but the sad thing is that you can only look, prob watch a little video or two, laugh, make some comments on your very own self of your own stupidity and think back of what prob went thru your head when you did such things...

but i guess in the end, it's the tears that floods my eye..

i don't know why.. it's just that 2003-2004 was the best part of my life... the friends i had in u6sc4... it was a mutt set of class with none of us belonging from the school student itself... our class were of transfer students.. 26 of us and none of us came from samad.. we made up of subang, sri aman, assunta, tmn sri muda and one from as far as sg buloh..

we laughed, we sang and we cried together... we fought pass stpm holding hand in hand... we went to holidays pouring everything out in our hearts knowing very well it was going to be the last holiday that we are going to have... after that we lead our separate ways and we are all over the world now.. separation is hard.. separation takes us to different places so when we come back someday, we have memories and experience to share with.. but separation brings tears..

i've never been such a person who look back and shed tears over friends who come and go... but my form 6 friends, yeah.. i do have a soft spot for them.. we didn't get together well during the early days, but then bit by bit, we became close like a family... a family of 26... somehow when i looked in yin's profile, our group profile, and pics on bkt tinggi, redang, selesa hills, somehow it's just hard to phatom the fact that it's arleady in 2007.. and the holidays that took place were back in 2003..

i miss being picked by mahendran to give my thoughts on open issues, i miss being scolded by tiong for mischevious in class, i miss having recess with the gang and tapau whatever food we can tapau and eat in front of norashikin. and among all, i miss the laughter of everyone of us when we went from house to house for cny, or even having a simple tea at wong kok... i want those back.. i want it back badly... when you look back on things that you have done and you know you've given your heart into it, you just don't want it to end... it was the days where you just don't have to think what you say, and just say cuz your friends know it's just the bloody jen lye who say things jsut for the sake of saying it...

it's been 4 years...

but memories are fresh.. note 'are'... cuz i don't want them to be in the past tense.. i don't want them to end..

yeah.. i just don't want them to end...

it's funny when at that moment, you just seem that you can skip parties or gatherings.. but now, i want to go for all.. cuz i don't noe what the morrow brings.. whether i will be healthy to see my friends again or whether i'm still happy enough to smile and sail through the days of darkness... somehow now i just want to be involved...

if i had one wish...

i'll roll back the clock to when i was still wearing that green pants and white shirt... with pleasure i will trade anything that i have with me to bring back those moments that i have enjoyed and inprinted in my memories till my breath take me away...

if have to say what i want to do now, if i had the power within me, if i had the wish and have my wish granted, is to bring back those wonderful memories that we spent together through thick and thin, and through ups and downs...

because....

you've all been a part of my memories and life... it was just too good to have it come to and end though in every beginning has an end... it's just sad that we have all went our separate ways... and we've all grown up... perhaps when we sit back someday over a cup of tea, we can still picture the sounds and expression of kitty with his laughter, syn and chi with their antiques, the subangites with their kiasuness and above all, a class which had so much bond to be just forgotten and eaten up in time...

maybe i'm too emo... but i have to say, of late, i've been losing this craziness in me that i've shared with you all back then... perhaps looking at this pics can bring back that joy of nothingness in me...

it was a wonderful chapter in my life... and i have to qualms saying that... my schooling life is complete with you ppl...

thank you U6Sc4...

our gp picture in the sea...
on the way to redang...
at some cove where we were suppose to look for shooting stars...
at selesa hill...
my 18th bday where i got smashed with cake cream.. my face didn't look the same after that thanks to yin and chi...
at redang sleeping at the edge of the cove trying to catch the sun to rise...
our pic in redang..
and this is in bkt tinggi.. we did have our midnite jungle trekking and i saw a shooting star...
me with yin and chi...
in the sea!!!! how much i love this pic..
and this...
our dinner at kwai lam... i think this was our last real gathering dinner together before we went separate ways... the whole 20 of us were here...
frozen in time.. everlasting memories...
our run at kiara hills...
dissecting rats at tong's class...
when chris and yin both shared the same bday... look at the love!! ahaha... jk!
at gerald's bday.. we practically crash the house.. my mum was there too!! this pic was taken by my mum...
our gang here in redang...
before we departed...
on the way back...
when i was contemplating to jump from the boat roof... looks like damn low but act it's 5 meters high!!
and of course, chris, gerald, and me jumped!!!

when we all tried cramming into that small little window of the japanese hse to take pics...
when i was so carefree and didn't care one shit...
the family at berjaya resort in redang...
the family at bukit tinggi...

p/s: this post is dedicated to the family of U6Sc4... forever we shall stand together... some of us prob moved on and when you look back at these pics, the nostalgic moments just floods back our memories... some, who like me, who shall always look back and remember those days and moments where we shared our bond of friendship and family... everyone has a place called a sanctuary... and i have mine... and mine lies in these pics that we all once took when we were carefree and still had a warm heart in us...

signing off..
jens

hearts

i've came to understand that will be times when what have you done things that has touched someone's heart along the way... it's good sometimes to know that you have done so, but there might be some circumstances where you know you won't hear that...

but what's in the heart that matters...

someone who is always there ready to extend their help has touched the hearts of others.. but the true question lies in those who are willing to open their hearts and give back in return...

so ask urselves...

who will you touch?

and of course the ultimate question

who will touch you?

i guess the latter somehow in your hearts you know it very well.. though at times you can't say it out personally cuz maybe you don't want them to misunderstand.. but in this hard world of loneliness and emptiness, it's good to acknowledge those who have somehow made you feel like you... feel like your original self.. make you laugh and do crazy things for that's just being yourself... and it's just something nice to hear if you've told them that...

'you've touched me'

Amazing Grace

Sometimes you just feel that you are alone fighting all odds urself.. till i finally heard this song that once a good friend of mine sent to me a long time ago... and then you'll finally understand that sometimes we are not alone always...

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.

gifts

i have to say in time, there are things that we received and things we gave out..

but those gifts that are priceless and don't cost a single cent are gifts that come from the heart...

words is one of the best gift...

but it has to be said earnestly, and honestly...

it may be words of encouragement, or even words of assurance...

or the best among all, words of appreciation....

it's something that i rate highly most because many things that we do day in day out do require effort and thoughts towards our actions that we take... or may be it's a sacrifice that was made to improve and make things better... and those actions though doesn't necessarily seem important in other people's eyes sometimes do come as at least an effort by those who are willing to give...

but the sad thing is that you don't often hear it... maybe because it's a bit shy to be mouthed out? or perhaps, deep down inside, what has been done has not been really appreciated enough to say it out...

but, it is in fact the best gift of all.. the willingness in giving, and the appreciation given in return...

it's free of charge, if said with all your heart, it would mean a world to the person receiving it...

it's something that's beyond the measure of money, but it's measured with pure sincerity that lies in those who whispers it...

if there's one phrase that can brighten anybody's day up to me is...

'i appreciate you'

Post KL Open

I'm useless... just feel like giving up the game...

contemplating with it rite now... i just don't noe why this time the lost seems so hurting...

argh... perhaps the reason is as clear as the blue sky... i'm not a squash player... i camp not in the squash court but in the library....

i'm a medical student... not any other thing else...

just a post of randomness... the sad thing was that i keep blaming myself for it... if you were there watching the game, i went harakiri midway thru the 1st set...

that was what at least samuel told me... just sooo stupid...

perhaps that what's motivating me to do pbl now...

perhaps it's just time to hang up my racket...

now it's eos 3... i can't screw up this one...

CIMB KL Open Squash Championship 2007

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The draw is out!!!! man.. hope i can do well this time...=)

	A	B	C	D	E	F	G	H	I
1					CIMB KL OPEN SQUASH CHAMPIONSHIP 2007
2					JALAN DUTA, KUALA LUMPUR 22ND - 25TH MAR 2007
3					MENS DIV IV
4
5					22.03.07	23.03.07	24.03.07	25.03.07
6	No	Name
7	1	JOHNNY TAN		1	JOHNNY TAN
8	2	KRISHNAN PAUL
9	3	KADERI PASAT
10	4	VADIVELAN SAYLON		16	LUA KIM CHEW
11	5	ADEEN IDRAKI		9	RAYMOND PHOON
12	6	ALEX WAN
13	7	RAJA ADAM
14	8	NG EAIN WEI		8	NG EAIN WEI
15	9	RAYMOND PHOON		5	ADEEN IDRAKI
16	10	EDWARD CHAN
17	11	TARMIZI MOHD ZAIN
18	12	SAMUEL CHAN		12	SAMUEL CHAN
19	13	SAM CHAN		13	SAM CHAN
20	14	MOHD FADZIL ABD HAMID
21	15	WAN JEN LYE
22	16	LUA KIM CHEW		4	VADIVELAN SAYLON
23	17			3	KADERI PASAT
24	18
25	19
26	20			14	MOHD FADZIL ABD HAMID
27	21			11	TARMIZI MOHD ZAIN
28	22
29	23
30	24			6	ALEX WAN
31	25			7	RAJA ADAM
32	26
33	27
34	28			10	EDWARD CHAN
35	29			15	WAN JEN LYE
36	30
37	31
38	32			2	KRISHNAN PAUL

CIMB KL Open 2007

i went to berjaya times yesterday to catch abbas-boswell as well as nicol-natalie's match... left at 1pm after having brunch cuz i was pretty sure that if i left later just to catch nicol's match, it would be so pack that you have just no place to stand or sit..

i thought the seatings were free like last year.. last year was at bkt jalil seeing a final betw beng hee -wael el hindi.. and seatings were free.. but this time i guess that it's because it's held in times square so the entrance was RM30 a person.. damn expensive lar cuz it's not just me but my mum and my sis went as well... so it's like RM90.. we decided to stand and watch.. which in the end turned out to be rather tiring and packed.. cuz we stood thruout the 5 hours (men's final and women's final)

the boswell and abbas match was not a really an entertaining one.. cuz prob boswell was so worned out after his previous round match against karim darwish.. but then abbas, who beat nick matthews was just fabulous.. i've never seen such wonderful play of drops before my entire life.. abbas just kept playing safe, straight drives and straight drops that were so tight and so low i sometimes thought boswell would be done in less than 30 mins... boswell did lose in the end without much fight and the match was won 3-0

then the most anticipated match was by our very own nicol david and natalie grinham.. that match was a major sellout cuz by the time the match started, the seats were all snapped up and best was all the levels at the concourse area was packed by our malaysians giving their support.. however the ugly side of msians did surface when twice natalie had to ask for a let cuz some stupid idiot malaysian shouted 'go nicol' when a rally was at play.. and the worst is that the rally was going on for like 2 mins straight and some idiot shouted out and had the game stalled... of course the umpire did give whoever that fella some warning and told the crowd not to make any noises...

it was a great match this one with natalie pushing nicol to the edge.. there were couple of times i thought nicol couldn't have got the ball but she showed superd agility and fitness and speed as well.. well, world no 1 is still no 1.. it was a much better match that the grinhams themselves during the semis.. rachel grinham like handed the match to natalie during the semis..

anyway these are the pics that i've taken with my handphone camera.. it's not very clear though and can't zoom in.. but it just gives a rough idea on the support and the atmosphere of the game...

nicol throwing the CIMB sponsored T shirts into the outstretched arm of the crowd...

Natalie interviewed by Jamie Hickox at the end of her match with Nicol
And now Jamie interviewing Nicol on her win in the game...
During the match... Nicol taking on Natalie with her forehand drives
And this time with the backhand
Boswell against Abbas... Boswell was just soo darn tired... even my mum could see that..
Jamie Hickox introducing Boswell into the courts..

The sellout crowd that came to see Nicol's match.. all the way to the top of the concourse area..

Finally, I'll be playing in the CIMB KL open 2007 in Jalan Duta squash courts on the 22nd -25th march.. this time this com is opened to the public... and also for those who played in the preliminary rounds of this KL open and didn't make it into the main draw... neways, do give me ur support yar...=)

the cherryblossom garden

When the cherryblossom colors flutter, I’m alone

Standing exhausted, I can’t cut off these feelings bottled up inside

When the color of new leaves shake, my feelings overflow
I lost sight of everything and drifted towards you

The trees around us told us in silence
That we would both see:
People don’t have to be limited to one place

When the withering leaves change color, I am next to you
And as the passing days fade, our love changes

But please, let these trees
Protect these feelings
Silently rustling your leaves above us,
Just one more time..

Before long, the seasons will pass
And we will be taken somewhere else
But right now, there’s only one thing I know
Embrace me, silently

Covered by the snow, the feelings get lost
The footprints vanish, sounds disappear in vain

But please, let these trees
Protect these feelings
So that, frozen in eternity
We may live on here

When the cherryblossom colors flutter, I’m alone
Savoring my thoughts of you