Thursday, June 21, 2018

How I Failed To Become A Footballer And World Cup Star

As a kid, I grew up watching the World Cup in wide-eyed awe. 

And as I close my eyes after yet another breath-taking game, I saw myself on the field... making mazy dribbles... shooting pass the 'keeper... celebrating in front of the exultant crowd... lifting the golden trophy high over my head...

Can't blame a kid for dreaming, can you?

Downtown Dreams

But it was not all wistful thinking. I really loved playing as much as watching the beautiful game. Almost every evening, I would rush to the nearby field and kicked about with the other neighbourhood kids.

The 'big' games were usually on weekend evenings. Free from school, tuition and the weekday grind, that's when the neighbourhood's best all come together. My family went to church on Saturday evenings, so my brother and I would always get yelled at for coming back late for dinner.

I was quite talented, too. I would torment and run rings around defenders. I had a tricky feet, and a good eye for goal. Amongst my close friends at school, I was indisputably the best. In my neighbourhood, I was holding my own against the older and fitter kids.

My First Chance

My primary school organised a football competition. 7 versus 7. Anyone can form a team. Knockout system.

Our team was called the 'Magnificent Seven'. I don't remember what the other options were, but this was proposed by our captain-keeper, and he was quite the domineering type and really liked the name. Anyway, who cares? All I cared about was winning the whole damn thing and putting on an epic individual performance. 

I was the anchor of the team. They were depending on me to score and make big plays. Lots of pressure, but no problem. I was quite confident of my abilities.

We roughly knew the other teams and players. By the luck of the draw, the two strongest teams met early. So only one remained. We were on the other side of the bracket, and would only meet either of them in the finals. And the teams on our side were rather weak. We were feeling good about our chances. 

We went into our first game feeling even more confident. One of their players didn't turn up, so it was 7 of us against 6 of them.

But they defended like madmen, and parked the bus. We couldn't find a way through. Attacks after attacks came to nothing. We dominated possession. Our opponents barely even passed the halfway line. Panic started to set in. 

The game remained goal-less pass full-time... pass extra-time... PENALTIES!

We were shaking. We were staring at defeat. We were paying for our complacency. Now they have a chance. Now it's 50-50. Now could be the end.

I took the first kick... GOAL!

One of us missed, one of theirs missed. At the sixth kick, our captain saved! And then he walk out to take the penalty kick... and scored... VICTORY!

We proceeded to the semi-finals. This time, we were more focused and respected our opponents. We built up more patiently, and kept our composure.

It was a rout. We smashed them 4-0. No contest. I got a goal, and assisted maybe another. It was an all-round superb performance. What a boost, what a great momentum...

WE'RE IN THE FINALS, BABY!

My First Breakthrough

They were faster, stronger, and meaner. They breathed and slept football.

It was like Switzerland versus Brazil. We were the smart boys who aced exams, they were the naughty kids who could miss class whole week except the day with Physical Education (so they could play football). We were the urban elites, they were the rural warriors. In footballing terms, we were clearly the underdogs.

We were fully prepared to be on the back-foot from kick-off. Our game-plan was to defend deep, and hit them on the break.

As soon as the whistle blew, we were hit by a human tide. They kept running at us. All we could do was desperately throw our bodies to block their shots and passes. We could barely string passes together and get out of our half.

Late in the first half, the ball broke to my feet slightly outside our penalty box. And for the first time, I spied an opening and burst forward. The maneuver caught them by totally by surprise. Their players desperately tried to track back.

The counter-attack was on! Everything happened in a blur. I ran, and ran, weaving pass one shell-shocked defender after another. And then it was just me and their keeper. I took a shot... 

GOALLLLL!!!

My teammates jumped all over me. We were in delirium. Tears welled in my eyes. At the corner of my eye, I caught sight of my Dad standing and clapping. I didn't know he would be coming. Perched at the stands near our opponent's half, he had full view of my Maradona-esque run. I smiled, and punched the air.

We were up 1-0 at half-time with our only attack and shot on goal of the game. 

The second half was much of the same story. They kept storming at us, and we desperately held the fort and prayed.

Alas, they struck back with two goals. The match ended 2-1. We lost - and deservedly so. They were by far the better team. We had a single moment of magic, and that was all.

Nevertheless, I was proud of my performance in the finals and the tournament. And I scored a wonder goal. What more could a kid could ask for?

My First Heartbreak

The purpose of the tournament was to scout for players. The main guy in charge - who refereed all the games in the tournament - would be picking our school team for a district tournament in a few weeks' time.

We were devastated, of course. We were so close to victory, only to crumble right at the end. Still, we felt good that we made our mark. Surely our dream run would've counted for something. Surely, our talent would've been noticed. This was just the beginning.

And with such a strong individual performance, I was feeling pretty optimistic of my chances of making it to the next level.

Few days after the tournament, the selection results was announced.

My name wasn't in the list.

And to add insult to injury, three of my other teammates were selected. The rest were players from the champion team and the other second-best team that were beaten early on. 

How was I not in the team? Honestly, I don't know. I can only speculate. My other three friends were prefects, popular, and quite the teacher's pet. They were also quite active in athletics and sports in general. From a decision-maker perspective, it made sense. They were safe choices who are hard to question on paper.

Me? I was nobody. A weirdo. Even if I made a fuss, so what? None of the teachers gave two hoots about me. No one would take my side. And my parents weren't the sort that donated generously to the school and could get on the line with the headmaster...

And on that day, I knew I would never make it as a footballer and play in the World Cup.

My First Enlightenment

As years passed, I felt less sorry for myself and instead more angry with the state of society.

I'm sure there are many other kids like me, or even better. And just like me, they never made the cut, no matter how promising and talented they were.

And the reason being? Simply because the system is corrupted and incompetent as f**k.

My school team went on to the district tournament. They came back being trashed by 4 to 5 goals each match.

As at today, Malaysia is ranked 174th out of 204 in the FIFA rankings. We're a country where football is the most popularly played and watched sport. We're not ravaged by war, and we have plenty of fields and indoor futsal courts. We have no excuse doing worse than the likes of Yemen, Maldives and Nepal.

We suck because of idiots running the show, politics ruining the system. 

Why Malaysia Will Never Get Into The World Cup

I will never forget the day I ran halfway across the field to score a wonder goal in a final.

I will also never forget the day I didn't make it into my school football team despite running halfway across the field to score a wonder goal in a final.

Those two moments made me realised the cold hard truth.

That I'll never ever make it to the World Cup.

And neither will any Malaysian if nothing changes in our system dramatically. 


Monday, June 11, 2018

Congratulations On Graduating, But You Don't Deserve A Job

Congratulations, Class of 2018!

You've about to graduate - and you will graduate, that I'm certain of - and feeling excited and fearful of what lies ahead.

You'll be missing school, of course. School's fun. But work is way better, definitely. Work can be both fun and fulfilling.

Congratulations! You're ready to work, to face the world on your own, to chart your own destiny.


Employment not guaranteed


You Think You Deserve A Job - But You Don't

First, the bad news. You're not going to like hearing this, but please bear with me.

Most of you must be thinking: "Great, now I can work for a big firm for 3-4 years, then I can move in-house for work-life balance, spend more time with the kids..."

STOP!

You think you've already made it, haven't you? You think you've got your whole life plan figured out, right? You think you deserve your dream job, don't you?

No, no, no.

You deserve nothing more that you haven't gotten already. A law degree, a virgin resume - that's all you have right now, and that's all you deserve.

Don't get me wrong. You deserve to graduate - and graduate you will. You deserve to get to this point where you can finally look for a job. And that's all you deserve to get from all your 4 years of law school.

You don't deserve a job at a top law firm. You don't deserve a 5K salary. You don't deserve a new car. You don't deserve to be made partner in 7 years. You don't deserve a smooth transition to in-house.

Only now, your life journey truly begins. Where you go from here, how far you can go - you've got to work for it, you've got to earn it.

Right now, you deserve to apply for a job - nothing more, nothing less.

Your Future Employer Thinks They Deserve You - But They Don't

And now, some good news. Not exactly great news, but news that will steer you down the right direction.

Senior lawyers will gaze at you and your resume for about 20 minutes, and think: "She seems smart. Should be good in research. Just like the last one from UM..."

STOP! No, that's not you.

You're more than a law graduate. You're more than a smattering of A's, more than an EXCO member of this and that club, more than the person your 2-page resume can ever describe you to be.

Sure, they'll hire you for who your resume represents and how impressive you were in that short 20-minute interview. That's a good start as any. They're hire you because they feel you deserve the job.

She's good in research - she deserves to do more research.

She's from a public university - she deserves to do some translation work.

She's a mooter - she deserves to be in litigation.

You get the picture now? Why it's not so great after all when people think of giving you things because you 'deserve' this and that?

Be brave and tell your boss:

I don't deserve to draft submissions, but I think I can handle it and would like to try.

I don't deserve to attend the client's meeting, but I think can handle it and would like to try.

I don't deserve to do corporate work, but I think I can handle it and would like to try.

Not in those exact terms, of course. But you get the picture. 

Don't let them stereotype you. Don't let them short-change you. Don't let them mould you into someone you're not.

And if they push back and say, "Well, maybe next time... We kinda hired you because you're good in research and you're fluent in BM..."

STOP! Walk out the door. Quit. Don't look back.

You don't deserve a job, but you deserve an equal shot as anyone to do the work you love and you're good at.


Bad bosses everywhere


Congratulations on Graduation - You Deserve It

'Deserve' is such a dirty word. It arises from expectations, not results. From entitlement, not merit. From effort, not performance.

No one 'deserves' anything.

Studied really hard? Well done, so you got yourself a First-Class. And that's it. You deserve nothing more than that. Sure, you may have built yourself a head start in job interviews. But that's all. You don't automatically get your dream job.

Still, obtaining a degree is a major achievement, no doubt about that. Keep going at this rate, and you'll definitely be on track to earn many more rewards in life.

Congratulations on your graduation, Class of 2018. Your life truly begins now.


Friday, June 1, 2018

Intelligence Speaks, Wisdom Listens

How do you tell the difference between intelligence and wisdom?

One way is through a person's social interactions - when they speak, what they speak, how they speak.

First, I'll list down a few epic bite-sized mantras (that fits well on a T-shirt or Instagram). Then, I'll tell a few story to show how those mantras work in practice.

Five Mantra of the Intelligent Man and the Wise Man

1. An intelligent man sparks arguments, a wise man steers conversations

2. An intelligent man speaks his mind, a wise man speaks to the minds of others

3. An intelligent man thinks before he speaks, a wise man thinks before choosing to speak

4. An intelligent man listens to respond, a wise man listens to understand

5. An intelligent man values the freedom of speech, a wise man appreciates the beauty of silence


Nor does the ability to speak fluently with a fake accent


The Tale of the Passionate Fanboy

Friend: So, who do you think will win the XYZ elections - A or B?

Me: Tough call. There's this interesting pundit predicting B to win. By looking more at the psychological mindset of the voters, rather than the policies of the candidates. 

Friend: You sure it's not one of those fake news outlet? Can't trust these so-called experts these days. I'm sure A will clinch it! Most of the polls say so!

Me: Polls aren't prophets. They got the PQR referendum wrong, remember?

Friend: *groan* I still can't believe that happened! So, you really think the polls are wrong?

Me: Maybe polls can be a bad thing, you know. Feeding wrong data, giving a false sense of security...

Clearly, my friend is a strongly opinionated person. If I had picked B or even sat on the fence, very likely my friend would press on hard arguing why A should and will win. So I tried to de-personalize the topic. Even if there were to be a debate, it would be an objective debate based on what experts think, and not so much what we think. Politics is a touchy subject, so I tried to shift away from it. His mind is already made up. He's trying hard to stay on track. Sorry, but let's not go there... Must improvise... Polls! How interesting! Let's talk about POLLS!

Intelligent people are always unwittingly setting up traps for others and themselves. Don't bite the bait, but don't shoo them off either. They want to share what's on their mind, they want to pour their hearts out, so let them. Carefully beckon them towards you, towards solid ground, towards a more meaningful exchange. Rules 1 and 2 - TICK!

Discussions shouldn't be a fight, but a dance.

As well as your every intention of speaking up  


The Tale of the Paranoid Girlfriend

Friend 1: Guys, I think he's cheating on me.
Friend 2: OMG! Bastard!
Me: Hmm... how sure are you?

Friend 1: He's back on Tinder, according to G...
Friend 2: WTF? Tinder? If D did the same thing to me, we'll be so OVER...
Me: Hmm... is that all?

Friend 1: J-j-just rumours... L-l-like how he's staying up late in the library supposedly studying... M-m-missing classes... C-c-cutting our calls short...
Friend 2: I KNEW IT! Didn't I always say LDR just doesn't work?

Friend 1: W-w-what now... W-w-what do I do?
Me: Hmm... it's a bit premature to...
Friend 2: BREAK UP GIRL! BREAK UP NOW!

Friend 1: *breaks down and cries uncontrollably*
Friend: No, no... Stay strong, girl! YOU CAN SO DO THIS! CALL HIM AND BREAK UP NOW!
Me: *discreetly takes away Friend 1's phone lying on the table*

A bit dramatic, but that's how love goes. These things happen all the time. We have to be there for them, we have to ferry them through the seas of despair. If it happen to me? I told you so? Hey, sister, this ain't about you. YOU. ARE. NOT. HELPING. AT. ALL. Seriously, Friend 2 deserves to be chucked into the deep end of the ocean and swim with the sharks...

It's hard to know how to react in situations like this. Best thing to do is just shut up and listen. Stay calm. Observe closely. Think hard. Don't say unnecessary things, don't rush to conclusions. Silence can soothe, silence can heal. Rules 2 to 5 - TICK!

Sometimes, the best thing is to say nothing at all. And as an ancient proverb goes: "Speak only if you can improve the silence".