To the beautiful game we all love

I just saw the movie "United" recently.
A wonderful movie that tells the story about Manchester United Football Club. The story mainly focus around the 1958 Munich disaster.

I already knew the fact about this Munich disaster for quite sometime. But the movie really moved me.



The time was in the 50's.
The young Manchester United team was on top of the world.

Matt Busby was appointed manager of MU in 1945 and immediately hired Jimmy Murphy as assistant manager of the club. After winning the championship at 1952, surprisingly Busby decided to give trust to a gang of "young boys" (then aged 16-17 years old) to be at the United first team replacing the liking of Johny Carey and the previous team mates that had just won them the title.

Who knows that this God given boys was destined for greatness.
With an average age of 21-22 years old players, they've won back to back English League title in 1955-56 and 1956-1957.

Hence come the name : The Busby Babes. The golden boys that is going to be king in the world of football belongs to Matt Busby.

The lads included right-back Bill Foulkes, centre-halves Mark Jones and Jackie Blanchflower, wingers Albert Scanlon and David Pegg and forward Liam Whelan. Among them was Duncan Edwards, judged by many to be England's finest player of his era, and capped by England at 18 – setting a record for the youngest-ever full international that remained unbroken for more than 40 years.

In the 57-58 season they were expected to rule the world of football and they practically did until in February 6th 1958 the plane that the players took was crashed after failing to take off in Munich Airport (the team was back from a champions league games against red star belgrade and the plane was refueling in Munich).

23 out of 44 people that were on the plane died, 8 of them were the players. Some of the Busby Babes.

The babes was young, they were superbly talented, and they were loved, not just by United fans, but by England. And by the world.

There is this one scene in the movie that really move me.

The policeman that escort the players body was asked by Jimmy Murphy do they tired because they've been wake all night to look after the coffin of the babes.
One of the police responded by saying (pretty much) this : "I watched these kids every week. I love how they play. They were such a delight to watch their every game you know? They gave us joy. Everybody love them. Even their opponent love them you know, the Busby babes. They've been the nation's pride. This is the least i can do to honor them. No, I'm not tired."


It amazed me how the players and the managers who survived the tragedy then trying their best to get back on their feet again. How all of the people pick each other up to bounce back after the tragedy.

It really shows me how soccer can inspire so many people all around the world. How it can spread so many love to so many people.

It really is beautiful.

"In Munich you died, in United you live forever"

Dia

Anda-Biru

Oh biru
Biarkan diriku merengkuhmu
Hanyutkan dirimu dalam cintaku, tersenyumlah untukku

Oh biru
Indah dirimu hempaskan aku
Jauh ku tenggelam dalam tatapmu
Sesatku dalam kasihmu

Sejuta kata takkan pernah bisa lisankan maksud rasaku ini

Dia mengalir dalam darahku
Dia setengah dari jiwaku
Dia bayangan atas nyawaku
Dia..

Oh biru
Detak jantungmu membawa aku berlayar tengah samudera cintamu
sesatku dalam kasihmu

Dia mengalir dalam darahku
Dia setengah dari jiwaku
Dia bayangan atas nyawaku
Biarlah dua menjadi satu

The Answer?

I copy this post from the web www.blog.edwardsuhadi.com.
The title of the post is : Stepping Up.



Stepping Up

by Edward Suhadi





I just finished watching Step Up Revolution.



It was breath-taking and mind-blowing. I just wanted to shout all along the movie and shake my tushy off.




The dance and cinematography gimmicks are cool, but what’s really touch me deep is the dancers.



You see, I’m always close to the the dancing world. I think it is mainly because I dated a dancer for seven years in my younger years, so I can see their world up close and know what is really happening.



Dancers are one of the most passionate, determined and idealistic people. Their profession basically summed up what passion is.



I admire them. I really do.



A lot of us don’t realize this, but for every three minute dance performance we see, there are people that come to the studio for weeks just to practice and practice and get it right.



I know first hand on what it feels like coming to practice three times a week, going through traffic, amidst office deadlines, amidst exhaustion, choreographing, memorizing, working out the details, doing it over and over and over and saying “five, six, seven, eight” over and over and over and over and over and over… Just for a three minute performance.



I sometimes think, up until now, “Are you people crazy? All these? For three minutes? Some of the audience is barely looking.”



Can you imagine how many sweaty exhausting hours of practice they gave just for being that little dot in the frame corner for two seconds? But they love it, they don’t care. I know, I’ve been there. Once the music is on, they just. dont. care.

And they definately don’t do it for the money. There’s no money in dancing. Even in a society where dancing is much more appriciated, it is quite hard to make a decent life based on dancing alone.



But they keep doing it. They keep dancing.



Because they love it. And that’s enough.



It doesn’t pay as much as the office job or the usual carreer path their friends are taking or their parents are approving, but they keep on dancing. Against what is established. Following their heart. Pursuing the dream. Not many people are like that nowadays. Not many.



I feel related to them, seeing these dancers jumping around like rabbits from my dark theater seat.



My company too have lost sales and clients based on some idealistic terms and ideas that we have in place starting this year, but that’s okay, since we are now building the clientele with the right fit for our company. It might be not popular, yet, but we keep on going, we keep on ‘dancing’.



I feel like saying to the dancers on the screen, “I feel you man. I feel you.”



But of course to create great, idealistic mind-blowing projects, ‘the dancers’ have to learn how to sell it, how to make a sustainable carreer around these things that they love.



I love this expression ‘Passion and Profit’: It won’t be profitable if it wasn’t passionate, but without profit, it won’t last very long. The two have to exist together.



The passionate people have to learn how to bring the business side to their craft, and the businessmen have to learn to take risks by supporting these people.



Heck, all the genre-defining greats started out like that. Nobody wanted to touch Harry Potter, The Matrix, The Lord of The Rings. Too idealistic. Nobody has done this before. But somewhere along the way, there were producers and publishers that stepped up to take the risk. Passionate projects backed by good money. Bada-boom. Big bada-boom.



That’s why I always whisper a silent prayer if I saw a passion project/business, while also trying to support them the way I can. They need to know that there are people that still believe that dreams come true :)



If we don’t dream, what are we?



So here’s to all the dancers that I know: Francy, Evy, Suhanti, Aline, Cialing, Wiwiek, Santi, Yosandi, Aman, Leo, Suzan, Mona, Rita, Tisen, Vijay, Sandy, Cynthia, Yen Yen, Sella, Dada, Felice, Meimei and all of you out there who continue to come to the studio even if the world doesn’t know and the world doesn’t care: all of you have inspired me. To keep on going. To keep on doing what you love. Despite. Eventhough.



Here’s to the dancers:



Thank you.



* * * * *



A request: If you ever watch a dance performance, in the mall, in the church, on the stage, after they finish, come up to them and just say, “Hey, you did a great job there. Thank you.” It will mean the world to them :)



The writings above was taken from http://blog.edwardsuhadi.com/2012/08/18/stepping-up/

The Gambler

"That's the issue everyone's facing in life isn't it? We all have ideals. We all need money."
-Arem Duplessis-

It just punch me in the face. Reality.
I didn't realize until recently that there is a time limit for chasing dreams.
I just watched this movie, and I don't know why but movies always have it's own way of delivering it's message for me, stronger than any other media.

The main character is a dancer who believe that he can live and earn money by becoming a professional dancer one day. But one day everything is starting to fall apart and it seems like he has to give up his dream of becoming a dancer, and started to work at a company as a regular office worker.

It just hit me that when you grow up, you have less options. You cannot do whatever it is that you wish to do, because you are no longer living for yourself.

Even though you like it. Even though it is your passion. Even though you think you're really good at it. Even though your're believing that you can earn a living from it. When you grow older, you have to prove all that. Or else, you have to leave it. Simply said, when you get older, you'll need to start earning money.

When you grow older, you need money.

And that's why there is a time limit for dreaming.

You need to make it work. If you want to choose dancing as your career, than by a certain age you need to prove that you can earn enough money from dancing. If you want to be a painter, an artist, a musician, a sound engineer, a firefighter, a soldier, or any other profession that you wanted to be, at some time you need to start making money. Or else, you need to find something else to do, that makes money.
I just realize that. (where have I been, right?)

So I'll place my bet. I've set my time limit. I'll take the leap of faith.
Godspeed.

Sexy beast

A VW golf mkvi.
One day.

Would you buy soap from this man?

God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.

We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.

We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars.

But we won't.

And we're slowly learning that fact.

And we're very, very pissed off.

-Tyler Durden.Fight Club-

Superman(?)

Ketika akhir hari datang,
adakanku untuk selamatkanmu.

Ketika malam tak lagi tenang.
Ketika lautan tak lagi terang.
Ketika senyum tak lagi terkembang.
Ketika tertindas, terinjak, dan terbuang.

Semua, semua menoleh padaku.

Tapi di mana pelita saat aku memerlukanmu?
Di mana bulan saat malam kembali kelam.
Saat lautan kembali dalam.
Dan saat tawa tidak lagi tenggelam.

Aku tidak terasing,
namun sendirian.
Tak terkalahkan,
namun kesepian.

Superman