Tuesday, November 29, 2005

The Best Of George.

The Belfast-born genius was without a shadow of doubt one of the greatest footballers the world has ever seen and in the opinion of many he truly was... the best.

Even Pele, the only exponent of the globe's most popular sport to contest Best's mantle, went on record to say that he thought George was indeed incomparable in football history. Loftier praise would be hard to acquire.

It would be impossible for anyone to deny that throughout his career he possessed a singular talent that was laced with greatness from the outset. Some would suggest that Stanley Matthews was the greatest ever, while others would plump for Tom Finney. Diego Maradona would certainly get some votes while the likes of Johan Cruyff and Alfredo Di Stefano would surely feature in the discussion. It has always been a tricky exercise comparing players from different eras, but there can be no doubt that George Best would have always stolen the show.

George Best Key Facts
United scout Bob Bishop spotted him playing for Cregagh Boys Club in '61.
He made his debut in a 1-0 home win vs West Brom on 14 September '63.
In '68, he became the youngest-ever European Footballer of the Year.
Despite leaving at 26, Best played 466 games for the Reds, scoring 178 goals.
He was special in the world of football. He was destined to become the first genuine pop idol footballer, but his glittering career in the beautiful game almost didn't happen.

Best arrived in Manchester as youngster in 1961 with his friend Eric McMordie, who went on to play for Middlesbrough, but was so intimidated by hustle and bustle of life in a big city that he was quickly back on the ferry to Belfast. Sir Matt Busby and Jimmy Murphy, the Reds' legendary management duo, needed all their persuasive guile to tempt him back to Old Trafford, but succeed they did and it was amongst the best days' work they ever did during their glorious reign at United.

Originally tipped for stardom by Bob Bishop, United's hugely respected talent scout in Northern Ireland, Best proceeded to fast-track his way to the top. He made his debut, as 17-year-old, against West Bromwich Albion in September 1963, just a few short months after helping United win the FA Youth Cup for the sixth time. The Old Trafford crowd took him to their hearts instantly and he was to be their darling for the next ten years.

The club was still in the throws of re-building after losing the core of the great 1950s side in the Munich Air Disaster, and he proved to be the missing piece of the jigsaw alongside other great names like Bobby Charlton, Denis Law, Pat Crerand, Nobby Stiles and Bill Foulkes.

United picked up their first league title since before Munich in 1965, at the end of Best's first season, and again two years later. Then in 1968 the European Cup, for so long the club's holy grail, was finally captured and Best scored one of the goals as United defeated Benfica in front of 100,000 ecstatic supporters at Wembley.

It was crowning moment of the club's history at that time, but the team was showing signs of ageing and was ripe for another revamp. That was to take time and Best was increasingly relied upon to pull the team through when the chips were down. He was more than up to the task and on occasion he literally won matches single-handedly.

His excesses away from the game invariably made the headlines and his every move was splashed across the front pages. It became too much for him on several occasions and more than once he announced that he had played his last match for his beloved Manchester United. It was turbulent time with the club, going through a troublesome transformation and their one true world class star finding his name in the papers for all the wrong reasons.

He and United eventually reached the end of the road in January 1974 when after yet another reconciliation, orchestrated by then boss Tommy Docherty, the mercurial Irishman was left out of the team to play Plymouth Argyle in an FA Cup tie. Best knew it was the end and he left Old Trafford on that dismal Manchester day never to return, at least not in a playing capacity.

United had been robbed of perhaps the greatest footballing talent the world has ever seen at the time when he should have just been reaching the zenith of his magical career. He was 27 when he played his last game for Manchester United.

It wasn't to be his last outing as a player for he went to represent a whole raft of clubs including Fulham, Stockport County and Hibernian as well as carving out a mildly impressive career in America. But, it was his personal life and a gradual decline into alcoholism that was to be his eventual downfall. His health suffered hugely and he became mere shadow of the handsome, vital superstar of earlier life.

Anyone who was lucky enough to see him in a Manchester United shirt has a unique and abiding memory that will never diminish, for to see George Best with a football at his feet was a sight that transcended mere sport. He was surely the most gifted individual football has ever produced and though many pretenders may have attempted to replicate his wonderful skills in the years since none has gone within a football pitch's length of succeeding.

Capped 37 times by Northern Ireland, he made more than 450 appearances for United, scoring 178 goals - including six in one match against Northampton Town.

His passing will be mourned wherever football is played and in many places where it isn't.

It is unlikely we will ever see his like again.


by Cliff Butler.


George Best 1946 - 2005
Thank you for the memories.

Erm... Ok.

It never fails to amaze how some of my friends like to share unnecessary information with me when they really just want to say hi. This is what I got from a sms...

' Hieeee! It's that time of the month again. Currently in pain. How are things? '

I seriously had no idea how to reply that message other than thinking that her time of the month pain reminds her of me.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Pointless Not So Short Entry.

Seeing how it is that Grace has proclaimed that I've shamelessly been promoting myself on her tag board (I've been framed by her), and that work is a little shitty right now because my computer still hasn't arrived, I'd think that this week has been rather uneventful and incredibly boring.

Bad enough that i come to work with nothing much to do, MSN is being such a bitch today and I can't seem to log on to it while using my AM's computer while everyone else is out to lunch. It's been raining everyday, I hate rain. Hate, hate, HATE! Thankfully the weekend is just around the corner.

Speaking of weekend. A few of my mates have arrived home from overseas and this weekend would be a good time to catch up with them. I shall have to figure out a way not to talk about work to them because seriously that is the last topic I would want to get into at the moment.

So today at work... All I did was nothing related to work, nothing really productive and am quite dissapointed because I really would like to pick up stuff as much as possible while I'm here (no I don't mean the rubbish on the floor when I say pick up).

But I did manage to do some sketches and draw up a few comics. I really do miss drawing. I plan to fiddle with photoshop and illustrator when I get my computer if I manage to find the time. Untill then the sketchbook will have to do.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Harry Potter?

I'm dead tired because I haven't gotten enough sleep, but on the bright side I'm not in the office. Shocking even to me that I ended up going home at 5.40 am yesterday. If this keeps up pretty soon I'll be looking like a panda.

Am supposed to watch the new Harry Potter movie this Friday but there are complications. I thought that Stryker was going to book tickets for Thursday which was all good for me. Then I find out today that he went and bought Friday tickets instead. Now we have a problem. I have to go to Bukit Jalil on Friday for a event countdown launch and am not sure wether I'll make it back in time for the 8.55 pm show. Even better is that we're watching Gold Class. So if I don't manage to make it, that's RM35 down the drain.

Going to check out my new office this Saturday. Perhaps then with better facilities I'll be able to manage work better and not end up like yesterday.

Pwned by Work.

It's 3 am and I'm still in the office. Someone pls shoot me in the fucking head!!!


Corean - Ha ha. Still at work?

Tim - *Sob I want to go home. I want to cuddle in my bed under my blanket and think tomorrow is Saturday. Oh shit wait! I have to work this Saturday as well! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Corean pls pls pls settle a holiday to Scotland for me pls pls pls pls!!!

Corean - Ha ha. I don't think Scotland is a place you'd want to be during winter.

Tim - You think I'd rather be in Scotland on holiday or here working in the office at 3 am???

Corean - Ha ha.


Ha ha my ass. Someone save me!



*4.30 am now...

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Ku Nak Balik Tidur!

So here I am.

It's almost 11pm.

I'm still in the office working out some last minute details that came up which probably fucks me over and I'd be better off listening to Nic trying to sing. Actually I take that back because I think he's singing is pretty awful. I figure that I'll probably get to go home by 12++, and then will have to get up at 7am and then travel all the way to Bukit Jalil for more work.

I should have brought clothes and a pillow instead of a coat and tie.


* SoB * I wanna go home!

Yea, Another Birthday.

You don't call when you get back, you ignore me in preference of other people's company, do not return my CD's, say you'll return my calls but never do, claim I have the audacity to give you shit when all I do is state facts and could probably blackmail you with them as well...

But still, you're also probably the only girl that can drive me nuts, who's mom actually gossips with me about you, who used to drag me along for your shoe shopping (thank god u got a bf for that now), and who's heavy ass I had to carry home before because you were drunk.

Missing you ever so much Vampress. Have an awesome 23rd birthday. Soon you'll have kids running about, years later you'll be old wrinkled and grumpy.

But you know what? You'll always be lovely to me miss. Luv ya!


HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPHY!!!

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Stop Motion Freak.

I am baffled by how my friends can actually say that Corpse Bride is total horse shit. Granted perhaps expectations were high because of the classic that is The Nightmare Before Christmas, but I don't think credit should be taken in any way from Corpse Bride. Sure the story is a little weak but it still offers a tale of optimism, romance and a very lively afterlife shown in classic Tim Burton style. And it is a visual masterpiece despite what some might think.

Perhaps some people don't know the shit producers and directors have to go throught to produce such a movie. You can't just create everything in a short period of time, you can't act it out, you can't simply generate a background(I'm way too lazy to elaborate). A stop motion animation film takes years of work, planning and execution. I for one find it very imaginative and love the way they handle the character models and the ideas used. Perhaps we've all been spoiled too much by computer animation to really appreciate something different.

If I'm not mistaken, Corpse Bride managed to surpass the box office total of The Nightmare Before Christmas. Yea sure, ticket prices were much lower back then but in this age of computer animation, it is still an impressive achievement for a stop motion film to be so successful.

Scraps for the win!

Now awaiting "9" coming out in 2007. A post-apocalyptic nightmare in which all of humanity is threatened. Produced by Tim Burton. Sweet. I think it looks awesome but will have to wait for more news on the animated film.

A Letter From Daughter To Mom.

I've posted this on my Multiply account before but I still find it funny. So enjoy...


A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, "Mom".

With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:

Dear Mom,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing to you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I've been finding real passion with my boyfriend and he is so nice-even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes.

But it's not only the passion mom, I'm pregnant and my boyfriend said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. He taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.

In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find acure for AIDS so he can get better, he sure deserves it!! Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Some day I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.


Your daughter.



PS: Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk center drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.

Why Yellow?

So it seems like I've somehow become a subject of ridicule from Mary as I was told of a conversation she had with Han G. Apparently they were having a conversation about shaving or waxing and Han G said to her that she best not mention anything in detail as he generates mental images in his head rather easily. And then she started with this...

Imagine Tim in a thong...
Imagine Tim in a yellow bikini...
Imagine Tim in a yellow bikini and his cap...
Imagine Tim in a yellow bikini and his cap while smoking a Dunhill™

Aparently my legs were waxed clean as well...

Han G told me...

"And all that just made me cringe. The most fucked up one was picturing you in a bikini with your cap and smoking a Dunhill­™. Don't wanna think about it."

Why yellow? Why not be more creative and add something like lavender polka dots with smiley faces? Or maybe even flowers and fairies to make Joyce happy? I'll get you for this Mary.

The audacity... Ha ha.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Back To Work.

So holidays are over and everybody is moaning about going back to work.

Finally got to watch Corpse Bride and even if some of my friends thought that it was utter rubbish, I reckon that it's pretty decent. Animation was fluid and Danny Elfman did an awesome job with music. Characters (most of them) were bright and lively, which is a little strange since they portrayed the land of the living rather dull and miserable while the land of the dead is filled with colour, song and drink.

Perhaps the only reason this doesn't really come close to The Nightmare Before Christmas is that Corpse Bride is let down by the story a little. I found some of the ideas rather creative and refreshing, but perhaps I'm just playing favorites. I don't know, you decide for yourself. Don't expect something spectacular, but expect it to be enjoyable.

Been busy running about visiting and going out with friends as most of them had a weeks worth of holiday. Best. But back to work now. Bah...

Saturday, November 05, 2005

*NOTE*

Haven't found the time to update lately because of the festive season here. Been going out a lot and just don't have the mood or inspiration to blog (siff I used inspiration before). Will most probably blog more when everyones back from holidays and hopefully something more eventful will happen.