Bullying Tactics

This is a rugby explanation on the use of the wings by the Springboks by an All Black. "They don't use him the way we would - they kick and then hope their wings run and knock the ball back and then applaud them for doing a good job. This is also exactly true in debating. People think that the debate starts when the speaking starts. Nope. It starts when the website is out. People especially bullies with long arms will start jockeying for positions of power from the selection of DCA’s all the way to the motions and deep into who they will sit next to during the briefings.
We should expect debaters like rugby bullies South Africa, to try to put us under pressure with anything available under the sun. However, if they do not do that well then our counter attack is pretty good and we are looking to punish them but counter, the word ‘counter’ denotes preparatory strategies.
We need to look at the styles of our opponents and not only ours. Like the Boks who like to run hard, try to smash and bully people, they are physical and like having big cleanouts. We need know that it is going to happen and in the old famous words of Sean Connery as Malone in ‘The Untouchables’, “What are ye prepared to dou?”
Every team has their structures and game plan and though we should be sticking to the one we have in place we need to seriously look into what’s on the other side’s plate. There are no limits within the structures, and having prepared for the best horse for the course we should be encouraged to play what is in front of us.
Thus the aims were still to build in major areas and put some polish this week on the set-piece like returning POI’s and rebutting to ensure some ready- made strategies in attack and defense.
"It is a matter of trying to add a bit of sophistication to what we are doing," the famous Omar Sallahuddin said.
"Often you don't know what you need to work on until you have a bit of a trial tourney and we've done that now."
The trick was starting again, in a new tourney building toward Worlds and WUPID taking it all logically as the coaches introduced some of their new concepts to their squad.
Logically, the universal accepted features must be spot on together with some strategies based on possible opponents, some hassle and diplomatic tactics as well as good ol’ lots of trainings.

Democratic Bull

We went back in and to a big heep of suprise, one of my mates was berating the formerly ironrod holding monster and his some big and some small friends.

They came back with their reluctant'tyco' and elderly teacher like chinese gentlemen and lo and behold, we got back 80% of the money that the gentle giant lost. Feeling strong and under appreciated, I started shouting some almost obscene words and phrases with some inrudimentary chinese, my mate glared a nervous glare that somehow told me to keep a lid on it and just maintain the right posture.

We got the money, turned, the mate who apprently became our leader that night, shouted a quiet shout and all of us walked away safe. How'd this happen?

As students, we have matric card and as students we should treat it better than AMEX.

The Decision

The brain suddenly cleared and great vision appeared, the iron rod holder directly to my left was just a kid, a few years shy of me, a few inches shorter and most importantly, a few significant sizes smaller. He accidently jumped onto my right fist and my helmet at the same time. Foolish boy and a gap appeared whence before the unfortunate boy was standing. I went for the gap with the gentle giant in tow.

It wasn't particularly a long dash out to other side of the building, even the gentle giant was going at it at a speed usually reserved for avoiding death, etc. The long period was spent at the other side, where we were safe, uninjured, safe road home, image intact, but the gentle giant was somewhat solemn.

He said, "Bu, what about them?" The look, his expression, here was a guy who was scared to death and he still wanted to go back in there, facing the iron rods because of his friends, my friends. Damn it, felt really embarrased leaving them now.

Am goin in, back in, mind sending litany of logical explanation not to do so but his look of scared determination pushed me into doing it. We went back in + one discarded brick and newspaper around our waist to shell the body a bit against knives and iron rod hits.

We went back in ...

The Return of the Banshee

Woi! Wooi!
Apa Woi!

Feeling just slightly stronger than Hercules, chest muscle expanded and fist clenched in a perfect unknown old hybrid ninja + kung fu stance, I ... I thought I saw the banshee again.

Well.. It was the banshee alright with slight physical difference or a more literal dpeiction of brute men with iron rods, you got it right, IRON RODS, the type that will make you cry like the sweetest banshee if they touched any part of your body.

Muscle reducing its size and stature at a ridiculous rate. What would Rambo had done. I looked aroung in a flash, and the thought formulated in my mind. Rambo, well more like the Mambo Kings, exit strategy. There were two exits, I will kick the Bear nearest to me slightly to the left of the cowering gentle giant, throw my helmets to the 2 brutes on my right and run over them with the gentle giant in tow. What would then happen to my other mates, a thin but clear thought formed in my mind, they've got their helmets and I need to move now.

Faster than the fastest of Jacky Chan's moves, two helmets, one red and one black, both pretty shiny, were flying in the general direction of our over advantaged, iron rod holding, trouble maker by birth, pagoda single wearing, would be assailants or possibly angel of death. Brilliant, I guess my telephatic powers must have described the same strategy to my mates.

This would be more than tricky as men and iron rods started coming towards my well scupted head.

The situation

I felt cool, I walked, I talked and I was gently told to peeees off. I felt stupid, I flexed my muscle in my mind, flexed them in reality and reality talked back to me. "There, there and there" reality pointed to my reducing mucsle and courage of the other even cooler looking guys who were starting to give me the look. The look that I have seen before, the kind of look that would warrant you to look around for other people to be behind you giving the other guys the look.

Being beaten up especially here alone with the gentle giant was sure not going to be fun and all smiles but there's something about being labelled a coward that made me shout my "I'm not a coward neither am I afraid of you shout' at them. Strangely though, my Bahasa Melayu sounded a little bit too formal and the intonation too much kindergardenlike.

Yabu! Turning around, Yep. Reinforcement. Not all able bodied men but they have with them with shiny looking head busting helmets. I shouted the same shout, intonation perfect, the lanugage foul and nauseating.

Epicentre Continues

There was something in the voice that was both annoying and funny. Obligated due ton instant recognition with a new wallet in my back pocket, I turned.

My gentle giant mate was frantically waving and making unclear Latin statements. I got 'wallet', 'money', 'lost' and 'dad' with a word lacking a consonant with 'ill' or 'eel'.

'My dad is going to kill me' he blurted. Finally, I was able to calm him down and due to his size I had to put 3 and 3 together in quite a difficult fashion. The explanation was seemingly innocent. he was looking at a few innocent looking men doing some innocent gambling when he innocently joined and somehow innocently a man reach for the money in his wallet and innocently placed an innocent bet that was innocently declared the losing bet. Simple. It was innocent. The dad would definitely understand.

My foot you spoiled squirt. I actually slapped him. Well a brotherly and concern like slap. Our eyes met and if she were a girl, the meeting of the eyes would be enough to build a marriage on. 'I'll get your money back. Just don't cry'. Well, what now?

The Epicentre

As I stared at the strange looking woman with a hedious sexy outfit, a recognizable odour came to me. It was rather layered but instantly understood. People must have done a lot after consumption business at this 'longkang'.

The woman purred but purred ugly so ugly that the sexy outfit image was lost in a flash and I wanted to just leave. Wow! Cheap wallets and cheap whatever. I focused on the inspiring scene of cheap stuff from a trader with a beautiful sidekick.

The communicative art of the bargain needed studious mind as the price would go up and down in minutes and you need to offer at the right time to get the right item or items with the right price. The other communicative soothing posture was the beautiful girl who would wrap the stuff bought and purposely hold the hand of the buyer for a fraction of a second and a fraction longer if the items were not really kind in price as in function or usability.

I timed my offer to perfection and got me a nice wallet for RM 4. The skin connection between me and the girl could not even be considered a fraction I guess.

Yabu!Yabu! ...

The Banshee

Woi! Cilakak.

Haven't heard that phrase in years and to think, this is dead centre in KL, well it is dead and centre. I must have or maybe one of my mates had commited something to the decidedly veteran lady of the night.

My mates were focused to the task at hand. They needed to find a table with six holes to put coloured and numbered balls in them. Me, realizing seemingly extra late was in for my bike and of course paper money that the Gov. had injected in my account at the most imporatnt time in my life. When I had no more of those gold replacement in my wallet, pockets and drawers. Now, a bit angry but more so bemused that I was directed into this particular channel of decision, I smirked and hissed to myself, "sometimes shit happens". That it happened on top of me was the most bemusing factor. The guys were aiming to play snooker in Lorong Haji Taib as it was the cheapest place in town. dangerous ugly place and even more so when I do not even play the game but I was ...

I was not going to let them have all the fun at my expense. 'Woi! Cilakak.

Twice in a day after years of not hearing it could even wake up a comatose dude. "Lu apa mau?"

The plot Thickens or may even be chickens

I woke up. Happy, assignments done, birds were singing, paper notes in my wallet and the memory of the words by a beautiful girl, "you have the sweetest eyes" and the sight of my three mates. Happy but less as their paln unfolded with happy things which involved me losing some of my paper treasure.

On two bikes, braving the dark sky and I swear I heard a banshee cried, we went to the heart of the city, the sin part of town where religion had left and the devil reigned supreme. We stopped, eying the place, teeing up in our minds a stupendous plan while drowning ourselves in cancer stimulants and diabetes enhancers. We saw our fate and we went for it for the jungular I suppossed. There was a hissed a for a moment I thought I saw a banshee.

The alley was well lighted suprisingly but the smell was instantly recognizable, of greed and wantoness. I turned and saw the lights that we were creeping away from.

The Pow Wow in the South of Heaven

I do not even allow my son to watch people playing snooker or billiard what more to play those develish nonsensical game. I played those games once and I was scarred for life. Well, i admit there were some other mitigating circumstances surrounding the scaring of my soul and skin and some dents on my helmet and motorbike but at the epicentre was snooker... snook..er.

It was a dark but not so lonely afternoon. I was about to do something important when my unholly mates woke me up. Then, the plot thickens...

Always the Good ol Days

Debate

In the ol days, I or teams with my style of speaking could easily win debates with a good albeit stretched definition of sorts. Through in language context when economy is expected and 9 out of 10 you will win.

Rugby

The good ol days, wait a minute, there have not really benn changes to the game in malaysia except that some of the younger blokes would play spotting ala Beckham hairstyle and UPM is not up there anymore. No real changes except the fact that I am actually considred a first choice at 40.

Work
Better now actually so the good ol days are only good for memory's sake as though they were good, people of imporatance seem not to have thought so. Now, well, people just pay me more and I like that a lot, in fact I like it very very much and also my wife, kids, mothers and the mamak shops owners ...

The Teacher

"A teacher affects eternity. He can never tell where his influence stops."

~ Henry Adams (1838-1918)

Thus, so and please... teachers, be prepared for your classes, be ready for the challenges and remember that influence can work both for the positive and negative side of the students.

Take them all under your wings and help them fly, but you first must be a flier.

Relationship studies

Attempts to grammaticalize relationship must
be seen as the concretization of intellectual categories, a process which is essentially trying to fit certain phonemena into whatever is relevant in our mind or from our background knowledge. This is not to say, however, that relationship analysis is not, or should not be, an analytical and structural pursuit but simply believing that it has too many varibales influcing it that have been around since the dawn of time. If one takes the position that
relationship is concerned with the quantitative understanding of how human beings process
and use relationship data, then it most certainly is. This does not have to mean, however,
that everything that can be said about relationship must relatable to observable,
phenomena that can be digested like an engineering manual.