Another day...

Here we go....another boring day at work...

Anyway, here's a look at the Top 10 All Time Great Tennis Players...

HOW THEY RATE
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1 PETE SAMPRAS

THE serve-and-volley genius holds two astounding records - winning Wimbledon seven times and finishing as World No1 six years in a row.


MODERN LEGEND ... American ace
Pete Sampras tops our all-time list

Sampras' methodical mastery stemmed from his blend of touch and power, artistry and athleticism.

And on the fast grass of SW19 the big-serving American even achieved that true accolade of greatness - making his sport seem boring, such was his efficiency.

Sampras spent more weeks at No1 (286) and won more Grand Slam titles (14) than anyone else claiming at least one Slam every year from 1993 to 2000.
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2 BJORN BORG

The best tribute to the Swede is surely the fact he won Wimbledon five times in a row despite being mainly known for his baseline brilliance.



ICE-BORG ... Borg kept cool as he
dominated Wimbledon, 1976-1980

Ice-cool Borg captured 11 Grand Slams, including a record six French Opens, on his way to 62 titles.

His heavy-topspin groundshots, including the famous two-handed backhand, outgunned or wore down all types of opponent.

And, as his Wimbledon odyssey went on, he developed enough of an all-court game to reign until John McEnroe beat him in an epic 1981 final.
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3 PANCHO GONZALES

RARELY has a sport been dominated so long and so utterly as by Gonzales from 1951 to1962.

To many - especially those tired of the Sampras-led 'wham-bam' era - he is the classiest player of all time.

But strong-serving Gonzales, who had an immaculate all-round game and powerful return, is not contending our No1 spot because he turned pro in 1949.

That made the American ineligible to play in the Slam tournaments - as "Open tennis" only came in 19 years later - and difficult to evaluate in terms of career titles.

But he easily beat every Wimbledon champ during his golden decade and might have won perhaps 20 Grand Slams had he stayed amateur.
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4 ROD LAVER

THE only player to win two clean sweeps of the Grand Slams - in 1966 and '69 - Laver had a superb record worthy of his complete game.

The Australian left-hander claimed 11 Slams, including Wimbledon four times.

And his career total of 47 titles, plus 21 finishes as runners-up, produced one of the most dominant eras tennis has ever seen.

Laver also introduced the type of fierce top-spin shots that later became the trademarks of 1980s legends Bjorn Borg and Guillermo Vilas.
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5 ROGER FEDERER

Still only 23, the Swiss hero has the type of awesome record and sublime all-round game that could eventually make him the greatest player ever.



ALL-ROUND MASTER ... the current world No1 Federer

An amazing 2004 saw him become the first man since Matts Wilander in 1988 to win three Grand Slams in a season.

And his overall statistics for the year, including 11 titles, were last matched by Ivan Lendl in 1986.

Federer's guile and beautiful passing shots make him equally comfortable on grass or clay, against big-hitters or baseline specialists.
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6 JOHN McENROE

POSSIBLY the most exciting player in tennis history, McEnroe mastered Wimbledon with touch and technique, rather than biff and bang.


EPIC WIN ... McEnroe ended Borg's
five-year Wimbledon reign in 1981

His graceful shots and graceless rows with umpires were unmissable entertainment.

Left-hander McEnroe spent four years at No1, winning 77 titles.

And his clever serves - sliced with angle and bounce - were a sublime set-up for perhaps the deftest volleys tennis has ever seen.
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7 BILL TILDEN

ONE of the greatest sportsmen of the 1920s, Tilden had a spell of such domination that it is reckoned he went seven years without losing a single important match.

The American was a triple Wimbledon winner and seven times the US Open champion, yet he only achieved greatness at the age of 27.

Tilden even remained as the world's best player after having the top of his middle finger on his racquet hand amputated due to infection.

He was a master entertainer and superb strategist - with the ability to produce all sorts of angles and change styles suddenly, while often saving his thunderous serve for big points.
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8 IVAN LENDL

THE Czech-born star brought in the modern era of power tennis - with a robotic attitude and killer forehand that earned him 94 titles, four years at No1 and 13 years in the top 10.

Lendl won eight of his 19 Grand Slam finals, but lost both times he got that far at Wimbledon.

His meticulous training and preparation enabled him to become one of the most consistent players ever.

But, as hard as he tried to adjust, he never added the serve-and-volley game that would have made the naturalised American a contender for a top-five spot in our list.
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9 DON BUDGE

IN 1938 the American became the only player to win all four Grand Slams in the same year - until Rod Laver.

Budge had arguably the most stylish backhand in tennis history, as well as a blistering serve.

His domination of the amateur game peaked when he won Wimbledon in 1938 without losing a set.

And Budge was equally successful after turning professional the next year, regularly beating the two top pros - Ellsworth Vines and Fred Perry.
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10 KEN ROSEWALL

The Australian legend was the best player of the early 1960s - when Rod Laver was still an emerging talent and Pancho Gonzales was in semi-retirement.

Rosewall had a backhand, notably a sliced shot, that was rated aside Don Budge's as the greatest of all time.

He won six Grand Slams, with his agility, stamina and lethal volleying.

But his modest serve was one reason he never quite turned four appearances in a Wimbledon final into a victory.

Sam Walton's son died in plane crash!

Wal-Mart heir killed in plane crash By Ellis Mnyandu
Tue Jun 28, 3:17 AM ET

Billionaire John Walton, the second son of Wal-Mart Stores Inc. founder Sam Walton and a Wal-Mart board member, died on Monday when a small plane he was piloting crashed shortly after take-off near his Wyoming home.

Walton, an experienced pilot who was a resident of Jackson Hole, was flying a 400- to 500-pound home-made aircraft, with an aluminum body, cloth-covered wings and a small engine, Grand Teton National Park spokeswoman Joan Anzelmo said.

It crashed onto a sagebrush-covered plain at 12:20 p.m. local time (1820 GMT), she said.

Park rangers were investigating the incident, she said, adding that the Federal Aviation Administration had declined to do so as it involved an unregistered aircraft.

The cause of the crash has not yet been determined, Wal-Mart said in a statement.

Walton, 58, is ranked 11th on Forbes magazine's most recent list of the world's richest people, with a net worth estimated at $18.2 billion.

Walton served in the U.S. Army Green Berets as a medic during the Vietnam War. He was awarded a Silver Star for helping save the lives of several members of his unit while under intense enemy fire, according to Wal-Mart.

Throughout his life, Walton pursued a variety of business interests, including crop dusting in the 1970s and boat building in the 1980s and 1990s. He is also a keen philanthropist.

Walton is survived by his wife and their son, his mother, two brothers, a sister and their families. His brother S. Robson Walton is chairman of Wal-Mart's board.

"This is a horrible tragedy. what is so unusual about this is it is the founder's son," Bill Dreher, a Wal-Mart analyst at Deutsche Bank, said. "Sam Walton was brilliant with estate planning. I don't know the details with John Walton, but I would expect there would be a smooth transition."

Walton was a member of the Wal-Mart board of directors, serving on the board's strategic planning and finance committee.

He and the rest of the Walton family owned about 40 percent of Wal-Mart shares through Walton Enterprises, LLC.

Most recently, Walton formed the holding company True North, which is composed of businesses ranging from boat building to venture capital investments.

From July 1983 to March 1994, he was chairman of Corsair Marine, Inc.

(Additional reporting by Wei Gu in New York, Peter Henderson and Jim Christie in Los Angeles and Jeremy Pelofsky in Washington)

You know you are Malaysian...

You complain about the quality of the pirated DVD you just purchased. "What, RM10 for DVD5?! Aiyah, boss ... sound no good, cheaperlah ..."

You're willing to consume sambal petai and durian and gladly suffer the bloating and wind-breaking incidents.

You're exceedingly polite to the Mat Sallehs but you slag your own kind. "Hello, sir. Why don't you sit here, it’s got the best view of the city skyline." But, "Aunty-ah, your table is over there next to the kitchen."

You order Maggi goreng and fried chicken, complain about how oily the food is, and then proceed to finish it anyway.

You love to talk about food. You're already thinking about what to have for dinner while eating lunch. "I'm stuffed. What shall we have for dinner?"

You dive into a communal-style meal the moment the dish lands on the table only to hesitate at the last morsel of food on the serving dish. There are two possible explanations for this: the first is the pai seh (embarrassed) factor, while the other is the myth that the person who eats the last piece will be a spinster.

You hit the accelerator the moment the first drop of rain hits your windshield. "Alamak, it's going to rain. Sure traffic jam one. I'd better drive faster."

You seize the opportunity to make a U-turn anywhere ... especially where there is a sign telling you not to. Well, so long as the cops aren't in sight.

You feel a burning desire to send text messages and even have the gall to give your friend a blow-by-blow account of the movie to your friend on the handphone — during the screening of the movie. "Okay, now that girl Lizzie is impersonating an Italian singer; she so doesn’t look Italian ..."

You forsake your loved ones for the all-important four letter-word: S-A-L-E. "Sorry, mum, I can't take you to Aunt Mary’s because I have to go to MidValley before the crowd." You’re also more than happy to be part of the insane traffic jam that forms around malls during weekends and sale periods.

Reality shows Akademi Fantasia and Malaysian Idol dictate your social life. "What, no TV at the mamak? Count me out — I'm staying home. Rinie needs my support."

You pepper every sentence with lah. "No-lah, I can't see you today-lah. I have to study-lah. You know-lah, the prison warden aka mak is watching me like a hawk"

You fail to function normally without your daily dose of teh tarik and nasi lemak.

You have owned at least one Proton in your lifetime. Cheap, cheap. That is until you start to make enough dough to buy that Honda you've been salivating over.

You slow down at an accident site to take down the car number plate, but won't step out of your car to help — the victim could be a robber!

You'd rather park your car along the main road outside the mall, where there's a yellow line, rather than pay RM1 to park inside where there are adequate bays.

You plead, bat your eyelids and relate a sob story to the officer at the town council office to let you off the hook (or reduce the amount considerably) for the fine you incurred when you parked your car on the double line.

You make an appointment for 10am and conveniently show up a half hour late — Malaysian time, what ...

You pop open the wet tissue packet at the Chinese restaurant by squeezing the trapped air to the top of the packet before proceeding to smash your fist into it. The louder the pop the better.

You greet your friend / neighbor / acquaintance on the street with "How are things?" or "Have you eaten?" or better yet, by stating the obvious: "Went to market ah?"

Ramlee burger is the "piece de resistance" of your growing-up-years cuisine.

You catch all major televised events at the mamak.

You have roughly six meals a day (breakfast, mid-morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and supper). Then there's the snacking — keropok ikan, pisang goreng, muruku, jam tarts and the like.

You get the whole family dressed to the nines, jump into the car and head for the minister's open house — and ask for styrofoam boxes and plastic bags to tar pau food.

Your accent and language style vary according to the race of the person you are conversing with.

You've got a friendly disposition. Smiles are abundant and your "Apa khabar?" is warm and sincere.

You exclaim loudly how expensive everything is, even though the items may in fact be going for a steal. "Wah! So expensive, ah? Hak sei ngor (Scare me to death)!"

You dig deep into your pockets to contribute to the latest appeal for donations in the newspapers.

You "diss" our country all the time, but as soon as something good happens (like winning the Thomas Cup), you morph into a proud Malaysian.

You never travel abroad without a bottle of chilli sauce, or sachets which you can sneak into restaurants.

You're proud to be Malaysian - and you pass these jokes on to all your Malaysian friends!

Anger Management

A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into a pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery and saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back..?"

The father went home and committed suicide.

Think about this story the next time you see someone spill milk at a dinner table or hear a baby cry. Think first before you lose your patience and become angry with someone you love. Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones and hurt feelings often cannot. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever. Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient..

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE ANGRY, BUT YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE CRUEL . . .

Amigos Para Siempre

A very meaning song...dedicated to my friends...

Amigos Para Siempre
(Friends for life)

I don't have to say
A word to you
You seem to know
Whatever mood
I'm going through
Feels as though
I've known you forever

You
Can look into my eyes and see
The way I feel
And how
The world is treating me
Maybe I have known you forever

both
Amigos para siempre
Means you'll always be my friend
Amics per sempre
Means a love that cannot end
Friends for life
Not just a summer or a spring
Amigos para siempre

I feel you near me
Even when we are apart
Just knowing you are in this world
Can warm my heart
Friends for life
Not just a summer or a spring
Amigos para siempre


We share memories
I won't forget
And we'll share more,
My friend,
We haven't started yet
Something happens
When we're together

When
I look at you
I wonder why
There has to come
A time when we must say goodbye
I'm alive when we are together

both
Amigos para siempre
Means you'll always be my friend
Amics per sempre
Means a love that cannot end
Friends for life
Not just a summer or a spring
Amigos para siempre

I feel you near me
Even when we are apart
Just knowing you are in this world
Can warm my heart
Friends for life
Not just a summer or a spring
Amigos para siempre

When
I look at you
I wonder why
There has to come
A time when we must say goodbye

both
I'm alive when we are together

Amigos para siempre
Means you'll always be my friend
Amics per sempre
Means a love that cannot end
Friends for life
Not just a summer or a spring
Amigos para siempre

I feel you near me
Even when we are apart
Just knowing you are in this world
Can warm my heart
Friends for life
Not just a summer or a spring
Amigos para siempre

Amigos para siempre
Means you'll always be my friend
Amics per sempre
Means a love that cannot end
Friends for life
Not just a summer or a spring
Amigos para siempre
Amigos para siempre

Cute looking kids being exploited.

Doesn't it just break your heart to read these kind of news? How I wish I have the ability to help them. Cute looking kids being exploited. :(

Kids forced into gum-selling business
MOHD YAAKOB YUSOF
KUALA LUMPUR, June 27


When she should be in bed, 10-year-old Lya must wander the streets till the early hours, selling chewing gum to nightspot patrons.
Together with several other kids aged five to 12, each of them carrying a plastic basket of about 40 packets of chewing gum, Lya would approach disco patrons every night from as early as 8.

Sometimes, the adults will chase her away. But often she will have finished selling her stuff before the end of her “shift” at 4am.

Lya is part of a group of children from Thailand believed to have been forced into this gum-selling business that operates near established nightspots, particularly along Jalan P. Ramlee.



The Malay Mail observed this operation the other night and spotted at least 10 children as young as five years old carrying the plastic baskets containing the gums.

Our reporter saw five boys and five girls — all well-dressed — boldly approaching disco patrons. Some of them were very persistent, shoving the baskets until someone bought some or literally chased them away.

Watching closely were three middle-aged local women, following them everywhere they went as they rapidly sold the chewing gum at RM2 each.

When approached, Lya said she was brought in along with other children from Thailand sometime ago by someone she called Mummy.

She said they do not attend school and would stay at home during the day. They would go out with stacks of chewing gum from 8pm onwards targetting the nightspot patrons in the heart of Kuala Lumpur.

In a smattering of English, the girl said her younger sister was also in the “gang”.

Our reporter wanted to talk to her further but the little girl suddenly appeared uneasy. This reporter also realised that one of the boys was talking into a cell phone.

Soon after, a burly man confronted our photographer and demanded to know why he was taking pictures.

During the stake-out, we also saw a man from one of the nightspots disappearing into an alley with one of the younger boys.

The boy re-emerged about 30 minutes later.

The blurry-eyed children only left the spot around 4am — in one car.

A remisier, Bhajan Singh, who has an office in the area, had tipped off The Malay Mail about the children.

“They should be with their families and not on the streets,” Bhajan told us.

He said someone was clearly using the children to make money.

“Assuming that one out of 10 children is able to clear his basket every night, that would mean a collection of RM800.”



He wanted the authorities to act fast as the sight of the children selling gum in the area at such time would bring about a negative perception as the place is well patronised by tourists.

A nightspot worker said the children have been seen in the area for some time.

“They have been picked up by City Hall enforcement officers before but they were back on the streets soon after that,” he said.

Teenager got bashed up in Gurney Drive

Just a piece of news for us to share and reflects on what has happen to our society right now.

PENANG: A school-leaver who tried to help two girls in distress is now in a coma at the Penang Hospital after he was beaten up by a motorcycle gang in Gurney Drive.

Asrin Mohsin, 18, was brutally attacked by about 10 youths after he and some friends asked them not to tease the girls.

Asrin, who suffered severe head injuries, was sent to hospital by a motorist at about 4am on Saturday and is now on life support.



“He is my only son but I have come to accept that there is no more hope for him. Doctors told me his brain has stopped functioning, his skull, cheeks and neck are fractured and his lungs are bleeding,” said Mohsin Hassan, 61, a retired hospital attendant from Jelutong.

“He has many friends and never gets involved in fights, so how can anyone do such a brutal thing to him?” he said at the hospital last night where a large group of relatives and friends were keeping vigil.

His wife Rokiah Noor, 60, was too distressed to talk to the press.

Mohsin said his son was riding pillion on one of five motorcycles with his friends when they saw a group of boys teasing two girls, one of whom was related to Asrin's friend.

“They urged the boys not to tease the girls and the matter was considered settled. However, the gang believed to be from Tanjung Tokong called more members. They attacked my son while his friends fled on their motorcycles,” Mohsin said.

Asrin's friends returned after the attackers left

This is hentai.

Quotable Quote

"If you are not willing to risk the unusual, you'll have to settle for the ordinary." Unknown

Monday blues...

Ok..i'm not one of those I-hate-Mondays kind of people. I have no specific preference of any days...but it's just that Monday gives you the impression that it's gonna be a long long week. ><

Sigh...it's gonna be a long long week ahead. The good news right now is it's already 4:45pm. Hehe...just another 45 minutes to go, before I can shut down my "working" brain, and boot up my relax brain. To me, relax can be anything besides work. Hehe... Oh..i especially loves shopping. It's so nice, eventhough it can be cruel to the legs. Hehe...shopping is just like watching the devil's box (hints: couch potato), you don't have to use your brain at all. Hehe...

Refreshing...

ah! a refreshing look to my blog. ;)

Life's Like A Football Match

Forrest Gump's mama says Life's Like A Box Of Chocolate. I'd say Life's Like A Football Match. ;)

There are two kind of people on earth. Just like in a football match. You have the spectators, and the players. Ok..we have the referees and coaches, too, as well as Physio, The Rapist (physiotherapist). Let's just take the coaches, referees and the rapist as the policemen, doctors..etc..etc and focus on the spectators and the players.

Who do you like to be? The spectators? or the players? I'd like to be the players. Just like in our life. I'd like to be the players.

In a footie match, the spectators will be shouting, criticising, jumping up and down like a monkey, shouting abuses, swearing...etc..etc...and at the end of the match, they are just spectators.

The players are different. They are the one in the limelight. They are the one playing the match. They are the one scoring the goals. Yeah baby...i want to be the player. I'm the player. Yes. I am the player. I am the scorer. I am me. The one and only me. I am different. I believe I am.

Not again?

Oh..here am I again...blogging...har har har...I nearly published a new blog yesterday. I was almost finish typing my blog when I decided to hit on the X button that eventually closes this window. Hehehe...

I have not blog for like...ever since I left my previous company. Maybe it's due to the fact that I'm not good with writing, which is why I didn't blog much. I've read a lot of other people's blog and I find these people who always blog are really good with their writings. Clever use of phrases, good choice of words, etc etc...i'm just not up to it...nonetheless...writing is a very subjective things...and everyone got their own style of writing. Maybe I'm the only one who feel my style of writing is not my style. (You: Huh?) Hehehe...whatever.....

I'm really dry of what to write..anyway, why not just let me explain why I choose the title It's My Life for my blog. It's just me, really. The title "It's My Life" really reflects on me. I want to live my life the way I want to live. I don't want to live the conventional way. I want to be different, as I have always be.

This is my life. It's My Life. Why should I follow what other people says? It has not always been me to listen to people. I do what I want to do. And here comes the best part...hehehe... I EAT WHAT I WANT TO EAT. That's why my girlfriend complain that I'm very hard to please. Hehehe... I don't really chomp down anything on the table, like all the other guys (I repeat...I am DIFFERENT. Special, I'd put it. ;). I can be a little bit fussy. Sea food is definitely not on top of my list. Probably somewhere down at the bottom.

Coming back to the topic of I do what I want to do. I find this very true to myself. I do not really care about what other people says, unless what they say interest me. Else, I just don't care. Don't know, don't care. Who cares, anyway? I'm carefree (No! I don't mean I'm a pad!) That is why some people find me to be a boring, humourless guy, while some people find me totally wacko...crazy..full of life...and stupid jokes. I mean..they are really stupid jokes, with a straight face. ;) Quiet, but notorious. That's what one of my friend commented on me.

Ok...time to publish this blog. Will blog again late...in about an hour time when me manager go for a management meeting. Hehehehehhehe.....