let's go play footie on the moon

next time you want to talk about something, make sure you know what you're talking about. or else, just shut up.

(in the shadow of the moon)

let's go to the moon.
this one is a must see documentary.
thank you punD.



go google up the review.
who are you again? why are you questioning me supporting this team? and who are you again? why are you supporting this other team? the team doesn't even like nor need someone like you. besides, you don't even know how to kick a ball.
you see, soccer is more than just a beautiful game. Soccer clubs don't just represent geographic areas; they stand for social classes and political ideologies. so, unless you can give me an excellent reason why you're supporting this certain club, next time you're watching a game at the mapley, please sit down and sip your teh tarik quietly, and stop acting like you're Steve Hickmont or Zeljko Arkan.
we do bribing and all, but a nation ranked 170th in the world rankings certainly doesn't need nor produce any hooligans.


and i bumped into this not so suicidal word game.
go test your vocabulary, and feed someone.(click on the banner)

but before the moon, Paris might be good for a start.
Paris again eh? congratulations btw.

masih marah...

hangman

I never ran a marathon before, but once ran cross-country. Long story short, this one time, I blew a chance to finish with a medal because I let the guy who finished in front of me get pass me at the last 400 meters, because I foolishly stopped running and started walking. When one of the track-volunteers started cheering me on, saying that I was still in position to win a medal, I started to work my red-muscles to sprint through the last 150 meters, but by then, it was already too late.
I managed to earn some valuable points for the team, and we were announced overall winners. But all I got were some snacks from the 3-foot tall maggi-mee hamper, and a big trophy to be shared with the whole school.
This thing with hampers and goody bags, all those turn into shit, as a friend of mine would put it. But a medal or a trophy, like some sort of a diadem, that’s forever.

Yes I learnt my lesson, but as cliché as it may sound, that is just the story of my life. It keeps on happening over and over again. I just can’t seem to get out of the loop.

And this semester is no better than the past ones. I just can’t stop myself from slowing down towards the end of the race.
Last week, I lost 5% of my final grade in this one boring course when I decided to go have a heated argument with the TA who thought that I crossed the line between discussing and duplicating someone else’s lab in which I worked on for 13 hours, and in which the professor who I consulted after the incident thought that it was really my original work. But causing a scene at the TA’s lounge wasn’t really a wise thing to do either. So, losing the 5% instead of having to write boring letters and go through other petty problematic procedures wasn’t that bad of a bargain. I think I should feel good because I tried to at least defend myself, but next time, I should keep my temper in check. But then again, there goes my A. And dude, you just made it to the top of my hate list.

More than that, not just the classes suck; our team was disqualified from the intramural tournament because one of the teammates violated the rules when he registered with another team in addition to ours. We were doing very well, thrashing our opponents by some convincing score line, and that was before yesterday of course. We were supposed to be playing in the quarter-finals game tomorrow, but then again, the story of our lives.


Anyways, there’s no other game more suicidal than the Hangman . Sudoku is so yesterday people. Let’s bring some classic back. I used to play it with my siblings on the old SONY PC when we were younger, but Digger , you’re still the best.
Some tips, the 12 most commonly used letters in the English language are e-t-a-o-i-u-n-s-h-r-d-l-u…. so, start with those, and reduce the risk of dying.

There was a small earthquake on Friday, and I thought that it was the end of days, so, I said the Syahadah and went back to sleep.

I think therefore I am eh??
Maybe I should stop thinking.
There’s nearly nothing sleep can’t cure….

All I want is my own damn TV show!!!!!

group attribution error

so, i did some revision; watching Braveheart and Kingdom of Heaven for the 73rd time, because there's thermo exam tomorrow evening and a 5 page book review due the next day.
and it struck me. there were great queens behind these great on-screen-epic-heroes; among them, Lucila, Sibyla of Jurusalem, Maid Marion and princess Isabelle.
(and i'm really talking about historical epic genre movies here. facts aside, because history is written by victors anyway, aren't they?)
anyway, if there were to be any epic story to be written at this time, which queen should star in it?
a few years back, there'd be a finish line decision between lady D and queen rania of Jordan.

but i digress.

anyways, as everyone, including those who used to call bloggers monkeys and are currently still in the 1st stage of grief (denial) are setting up blogs of their own, the queen too has decided to have her own youtube-channel.
send her your stereotypes.

jack bauer calling at (0:38)