Chill out time.
Monday, March 30, 2009 Tuesday, March 10, 2009 Monday, February 09, 2009 Tuesday, December 09, 2008 _Ballon d'Or* As you guys may know, i'm quite a footie fan these days, and recently i came across the 2008 Ballon d'Or (aka European Footballer of the Year) voting results which in my opinion is quite interesting. Here it is: 2008 Ballon d'Or voting 1 Cristiano Ronaldo (Manchester Utd) 446 points 2 Lionel Messi (Barcelona) 281 pts 3 Fernando Torres (Liverpool) 179 pts 4 Iker Casillas (Real Madrid) 133 pts 5 Xavi Hernandez (Barcelona) 97 pts 6 Andriy Arshavin (Zenit St-Petersburg) 64 pts 7 David Villa (Valencia) 55 pts 8 Kaka (AC Milan) 31 pts 9 Zlatan Ibrahimovic (Inter Milan) 30 pts 10 Steven Gerrard (Liverpool) 28 pts 11 Marcos Senna (Villarreal) 16 pts 12 Emmanuel Adebayor (Arsenal) 12 pts 13 Wayne Rooney (Manchester United) 11 pts 14 Sergio Aguero (Atletico Madrid) 10 pts 15 Frank Lampard (Chelsea) 8 pts 16 Franck Ribery (Bayern Munich) 7 pts 17 Samuel Eto'o (Barcelona) 6 pts 18 Gianluigi Buffon (Juventus) 5 pts 19 Michael Ballack (Chelsea), Cesc Fabregas (Arsenal) 4 pts 21 Didier Drogba (Chelsea), Sergio Ramos (Real Madrid), Nemanja Vidic (Manchester United) 3 pts 24 Edwin van der Sar (Manchester United), Ruud van Nistelrooy (Real Madrid), 2 pts congratulations to Cristiano Ronaldo! By far my favourite player, you guys can always check him or any other footballer on youtube. there's some incredible fan videos that are around. until then, ciao! Sunday, November 02, 2008 Saturday, October 18, 2008 _yet another year* yet another year has gone by, and i'm nineteen. one more year of teenage life, and what's after that? university, jobs, and whatever else is already laid out in front of you. i need a break from the system. nevertheless, i'd just like to say thanks to everyone who came to sentosa last sunday; it was fantastic! it's quite rare to see so many of our classmates together. also, a huge thanks to everyone who bought me the two presents - a miniature jango fett and a very very nice looking mini foosball table, complete with two silver soccer balls. on a different note altogether, i apologise if this blog has been stagnating for so long. army is either very boring, in which case we can bitch and moan all we want on this little electronic template, or very exciting, in which case i'm not at liberty to say. so far, i'm just an engineer cadet who's still training to be an officer. a couple of updates: commissioning parade is on the 13th of Dec, whilst there's also a commissioning ball a couple of days after that. i think we're supposed to bring someone. ^^ Monday, August 04, 2008 _Anything is possible* Just ask Eric Moussambani. He's an Olympic swimmer who's never seen a real-size 50m Olympic sized swimming pool prior to the Sydney Olympic Games. He trains in a 20m hotel pool back in Ecuatorial Guinea. His 100m timing is so slow that even the 200m world record is faster. Oh, and did I add? He won his first heat at the Olympic games. This is how he did it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zjCc_VyxM4
There once was a young person named Little Red Riding Hood who lived on the edge of a large forest full of endangered owls and rare plants that would probably provide a cure for cancer if only someone took the time to study them.
Red Riding Hood lived with a nurture giver whom she sometimes referred to as "mother", although she didn't mean to imply by this term that she would have thought less of the person if a close biological link did not in fact exist.
Nor did she intend to denigrate the equal value of nontraditional households, although she was sorry if this was the impression conveyed.
One day her mother asked her to take a basket of organically grown fruit and mineral water to her grandmother's house.
"But mother, won't this be stealing work from the unionized people who have struggled for years to earn the right to carry all packages between various people in the woods?"
Red Riding Hood's mother assured her that she had called the union boss and gotten a special compassionate mission exemption form.
"But mother, aren't you oppressing me by ordering me to do this?"
Red Riding Hood's mother pointed out that it was impossible for womyn to oppress each other, since all womyn were equally oppressed until all womyn were free.
"But mother, then shouldn't you have my brother carry the basket, since he's an oppressor, and should learn what it's like to be oppressed?"
And Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her brother was attending a special rally for animal rights, and besides, this wasn't stereotypical womyn's work, but an empowering deed that would help engender a feeling of community.
"But won't I be oppressing Grandma, by implying that she's sick and hence unable to independently further her own selfhood?"
But Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her grandmother wasn't actually sick or incapacitated or mentally handicapped in any way, although that was not to imply that any of these conditions were inferior to what some people called "health".
Thus Red Riding Hood felt that she could get behind the idea of delivering the basket to her grandmother, and so she set off.
Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place, but Red Riding Hood knew that this was an irrational fear based on cultural paradigms instilled by a patriarchal society that regarded the natural world as an exploitable resource, and hence believed that natural predators were in fact intolerable competitors.
Other people avoided the woods for fear of thieves and deviants, but Red Riding Hood felt that in a truly classless society all marginalized peoples would be able to "come out" of the woods and be accepted as valid lifestyle role models.
On her way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood passed a woodchopper, and wandered off the path, in order to examine some flowers.
She was startled to find herself standing before a Wolf, who asked her what was in her basket.
Red Riding Hood's teacher had warned her never to talk to strangers, but she was confident in taking control of her own budding sexuality, and chose to dialogue with the Wolf.
She replied, "I am taking my Grandmother some healthful snacks in a gesture of solidarity."
The Wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."
Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop an alternative and yet entirely valid worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I would prefer to be on my way."
Red Riding Hood returned to the main path, and proceeded towards her Grandmother's house.
But because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the Wolf knew of a quicker route to Grandma's house.
He burst into the house and ate Grandma, a course of action affirmative of his nature as a predator.
Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist gender role notions, he put on Grandma's nightclothes, crawled under the bedclothes, and awaited developments.
Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said,
"Grandma, I have brought you some cruelty free snacks to salute you in your role of wise and nurturing matriarch."
The Wolf said softly "Come closer, child, so that I might see you."
Red Riding Hood said, "Goddess! Grandma, what big eyes you have!"
"You forget that I am optically challenged."
"And Grandma, what an enormous, what a fine nose you have."
"Naturally, I could have had it fixed to help my acting career, but I didn't give in to such societal pressures, my child."
"And Grandma, what very big, sharp teeth you have!"
The Wolf could not take any more of these specist slurs, and, in a reaction appropriate for his accustomed milieu, he leaped out of bed, grabbed Little Red Riding Hood, and opened his jaws so wide that she could see her poor Grandmother cowering in his belly.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Red Riding Hood bravely shouted. "You must request my permission before proceeding to a new level of intimacy!"
The Wolf was so startled by this statement that he loosened his grasp on her.
At the same time, the woodchopper burst into the cottage, brandishing an ax.
"Hands off!" cried the woodchopper.
"And what do you think you're doing?" cried Little Red Riding Hood. "If I let you help me now, I would be expressing a lack of confidence in my own abilities, which would lead to poor self esteem and lower achievement scores on college entrance exams."
"Last chance, sister! Get your hands off that endangered species! This is an FBI sting!" screamed the woodchopper, and when Little Red Riding Hood nonetheless made a sudden motion, he sliced off her head.
"Thank goodness you got here in time," said the Wolf. "The brat and her grandmother lured me in here. I thought I was a goner."
"No, I think I'm the real victim, here," said the woodchopper. "I've been dealing with my anger ever since I saw her picking those protected flowers earlier. And now I'm going to have such a trauma. Do you have any aspirin?"
"Sure," said the Wolf.
"Thanks."
"I feel your pain," said the Wolf, and he patted the woodchopper on his firm, well padded back, gave a little belch, and said "Do you have any Ant acids?"
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