The Hermit.

My brand new blog. No I do not support lip-syncing but I couldn't find any other URL to use. It was really random, if you know what I mean.

Monday, September 04, 2006

BREAKING NEWS: Stingray kills Steve Irwin

SYDNEY, Australia (CNN) -- Steve Irwin, the Australian TV presenter known as the "Crocodile Hunter," has died after being stung in a marine accident off Australia's north coast.

Australian media reports say Irwin was diving in waters off Port Douglas, north of Cairns, when the incident happened on Monday morning.

Irwin was killed by a stingray barb that went through his chest, according to Cairns police sources. Irwin was filming an underwater documentary at the time.

Ambulance officers confirmed they attended a reef fatality Monday morning off Port Douglas, according to Australian media.

Queensland Police Services also confirmed Irwin's death and said his family had been notified. Irwin, 44, was director of the Australian Zoo in Queensland.

He and his American-born wife Terri Irwin became popular figures on Australian and international television through Irwin's close handling of wildlife, most notably the capture of live crocodiles.

They have two children, Bindi Sue, born 1998, and Robert (Bob), born December 2003.

Irwin's enthusiastic approach to nature conservation and the environment won him a global following. He was known for his exuberance and use of the catchphrase "Crikey!"

But his image suffered a setback in January 2004 when he held his then one-month-old baby Bob while feeding a crocodile at his Australian zoo.

Irwin's wife Terri was believed to be on location in Tasmania, filming another documentary.

Australian Foreign Minister Alexander Downer expressed his sorry Monday and said that he was fond of Irwin and was very appreciative of all the work he had done in promoting Australia overseas.


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I am really very shocked. Who knew that this invincible Crocodile Hunter who could get away with anything would pass away so suddenly?

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Arctic Monkeys: Leave Before The Lights Come On



This woman is totally weird.

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Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Hidetoshi Nakata

As the World Cup reaches its climax, let us not forget the great players that have left the football world. One such player is Hidetoshi Nakata of Japan. Here is what he had to say on his website:

"To live is to journey, and to journey is to live."
2006.07.03

December 1st 1985 痿・June 22nd 2006

Almost twenty years have passed since I first set out on my journey of
"football". That journey began under the cold winter skies of Yamanashi, in the
corner of a schoolyard, when I was eight years old.

Back in those days, kicking the ball would transport me to a different
world, and my mind would be filled with nothing but the thought of scoring. I
lived and breathed the game, taking a football with me wherever I went.

But it never occurred to me that this journey would prove to be such a long
one. After proceeding through the qualifiers for Yamanashi followed by the Kanto
Region, I played in the National Under-15, Under-17 and Youth teams, before
playing in the J-League and then moving to Europe where I spent a significant
part of my career.

Invited to play on the Olympic and national teams as well, I battled on
countless football pitches, literally all over the world.

Throughout, no matter where I was or what I was doing, football was close
to my heart. And what I got out of the game is immeasurable. Football has
brought me intense pleasure, sadness, friendship, and at times tested me as a
human being.

Naturally it wasn't all smooth sailing 痿・far from it. But to me, everything
that football brought has been a wonderful experience, providing the challenges,
inspiration and stimulation necessary for me to grow as a person.

About six months ago, I decided to end my ten-year career in professional
football, making the World Cup in Germany my final event before
retirement.

There was no one particular event that triggered this. And there is no
single reason behind my decision. But what I can say now is that I felt that it
was time for me to graduate from the journey of professional football, and set
out on a new journey.

Football 痿・the biggest sport in the world. By nature, the world of football
includes a huge number of fans, and a huge number of journalists. Players are
the subjects of much attention and great expectations, and hold a certain
responsibility to win. At times, I have been subject to such high praise that it
was almost disillusioning, and at others I have been tormented by criticism that
went as far as to deny my own self worth.

After turning professional, when asked if I liked football, I found that I
was no longer able to give the straight answer "Yes, I love it!" that I would
have before. While I was very much aware of the great honour and responsibility
involved in what I was doing, I had somehow lost the pure feeling of passion for
the ball that I had felt so strongly as a child.

But following the last whistle of our match against Brazil on the 22nd of
June 痿・the match that would be my last as a professional 痿・I rediscovered a part
of myself that always has and always will truly love soccer. On the pitch, I
experienced an overwhelming wave of emotion 痿・something far greater than I had
been aware of myself.

I can see now that it was something that I had kept tucked away deep inside
me 痿・my true passion for football that I didn't want to become tarnished. Over
the years, I had created a thick wall to protect those feelings.

In order to protect myself from certain situations, I would at times act
completely cold and without emotion. But at the very end, the wall gave way, and
my feelings showed themselves.

After the Brazil match, while imprinting into my mind the feeling of the
grass beneath me for the last time, I did manage after several minutes to regain
my composure but then when I looked up to the stands and acknowledged the
supporters, the emotion came back intensely, as if to explode inside
me.

Here is what was going through my mind:

The hoarse voices of fans who cheered for me with all their strength,
regardless of which country or which stadium I happened to be playing
in...
The sound of people cheering "NAKATA" that reached me on football pitches
all over the world...
It really is because of everyone's support that I managed to continue this
decade-long journey. And within this journey of football, the Japanese national
team has been a truly special destination for me. Throughout my final
tournament, in Germany, there was one thing I was aware of constantly as I
played: The question "What message can I leave to all the other players, staff
and fans?

I really felt that the Japanese team had huge potential going into
this tournament. The individual players are highly skilled, and on top of this
we have speed. The one thing that was disappointing was that we didn't have the
skills to bring out the best in ourselves 痿・to achieve to our full potential.
Over the last four years, I had been trying in my own way to make the players
realise this. In an effort to communicate, I would sometimes try encouraging,
and at other times resort to yelling, and I know I made my teammates angry on
numerous occasions. But I was not able to effectively convey my message.


I felt truly sorry that the World Cup finished with the result it did for
us. Afterwards, I did a lot of thinking, asking myself just what it was that I
had contributed, what I had made everybody feel, throughout my football career.
But to be honest I could not confidently say that I had succeeded in
communicating anything.

Still, after reading through each and every mail sent to me, it became
clear that there really are a lot of people out there who do understand me
痿・what I wanted to convey and what I thought the national team needed. And I am
now confident that my approach to my football-life, ever since turning
professional, has been the right one.

To think that I would be leaving the national team, and football, without
having managed to leave anything behind, was really hard on me. But I believe
that all those who have made the effort to understand me, will be there to
support the new national team.

That is why I am now able to set out on a new journey with no
regrets.

There's one last thing I'd like to say.

I am someone who has always held my head up high, and I will continue to
live like that, even after stepping away from professional football. The
strength to do this comes from all of the support I have had over the years.


And whatever the future holds, I know I will never lose that pride, because
all of your voices will be with me, in my heart.

A new journey is about to begin.

While I won't be returning to the pitch as a player, I will not give up
football. I have no doubt that along the way I will be kicking a ball around
with someone on a patch of grass or on a small football field, not as a
profession but as a form of communication, with the same passion I had back in
my early childhood.

To each and every player who shared the pitch with me, to each and every
person who has played a part in my life, and to each and every one of you who
believed in and supported me right until the last moment, from the bottom of my
heart, thank you.


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We say goodbye to one of the greatest players in Asia.

Friday, June 30, 2006

I love YouTube!

To those who have not caught onto this, PLEASE stop depriving yourself and start clicking! Yippee! Some good vids I found.




Shawn Ryan, a contestant who performed on America's Got Talent, a new show searching for America's next big thing. Just love the attitude!
[Shawn Ryan]





My favourite artiste of the moment, Sandi Thom, with her debut single 'I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker'. Apologies if the video loads like an Internet sloth.



Another classic of Whose line Is It Anyway! One of my favourite games called Props. Once again, sorry if the vid loads really slowly.

This following video isn't taken from from YouTube, but from Google Video.

I was unable to embed the video into this post, but here's the link!

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4971426701921585512&q=the+truth+about+japanese

It's hilarious!

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Binging and purging.

That's how I would describe what I have done. I haven't blogged for ages and now, all of a sudden, I have found that I have plenty to say.

Firstly, the holidays have really zoomed by! I've never been this busy! Or stressed. Secondly, I'm a moderate attention seeker. Hence, I need more traffic on this blog. Obviously, this will be an impossible task to achieve.

I shall start with this article I spotted on the Internet.

School coursework being scanned for plagiarism

LONDON (Reuters) - A new computer program, sensitive enough to detect even small fragments of copied work, is scanning school coursework this Summer, to see whether candidates have been lifting essays wholesale from the Internet.

Exam board Edexcel is using the Turnitin program on coursework submitted for GCSEs and A-levels.

Students accused of plagiarism will receive no grade for the module or possibly for the whole exam.

"We are determined to ensure that those who cheat are caught," said John Black, Edexcel's Head of Compliance and Quality Management.

"Additionally, this software will also benefit head teachers by providing detailed information and evidence, which they can use when discussing plagiarism with colleagues and candidates."

The Turnitin program scans billions of pages from the Internet, checking for match-ups between submitted coursework and previously published work.

Concerns about plagiarism resurfaced earlier this month after a study revealed the phenomenon of "contract cheating" in which students use legitimate out-sourcing Web sites to employ others to write essays for them.

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OK. This is dumb and futile. It'll never work. Students are smarter than that. We can outsmart software. We're not so foolish, thank you.

I've become a pre-leader! That's what I call it. It is scary. It's exciting too, but I'd rather be the reluctant one who's being dragged into doing this. I don't fancy appearing as an 'eager beaver'.

Anyway, I must make a mention of the World Cup since it really is invading our world. This is what Ronaldhino had to say about Brazil's poor display against Croatia.

Well, we won.
Maybe our performance didn’t please everyone but we played well. We did exactly what coach Parreira asked us to and we managed to overcome our first obstacle. What really matters is the positive result and all of the group can be proud of this.
A complicating factor was the opening game nervousness which adversely affected our performance. We seemed to be tied down and things didn’t flow like we wanted. But happily this initial tension has now passed and we’re going to loosen up more. A win in the first game gives the group confidence. I’m sure that in Sunday’s game things will happen more like we want them to.
Croatia is a very strong team. The match was very difficult. The marking was very hard. No sooner had we controlled the ball than we had two or three of their players on top of us. But that’s what usually happens. We already knew that the game would be like this and I believe that’s what will happen right up to the final.
Today we have a day off and I’m going to take advantage and rest a bit because the opening game tension ends up wearing you down physically as well. My brother’s here and we were having a long chat when all of a sudden I had a web-cam meeting with my family not to miss them so much. I heard that everyone gathered in front of the TV at home there in Porto Alegre to watch the match.
A big hug for everyone out there who’s cheering for us.

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Well, everyone loves him, and for good reason! Their next match is against the Socceroos! Best of luck to both teams!

The GSS is on and I have not gone shopping at all! *sob sob* Must clear my work fast so that I have time to go out.

PS: All power to the African underdogs in the World Cup.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Sit up and listen..

OK. This is an important announcement I am about to make. I am swearing off chick literature. Seriously. It's such an unhealthy yet indulgent genre. Just like chocolate is to the senses. Perhaps I'll even swear on the Bible to never read a book taking the form of chick lit. I hope it won't be necessary. It is such a damaging way of spending your time.


Reading chick lit really drags me down into a puddle of unhappiness, self pity and discontentment. I am sick and tired of happy endings that are obviously non-existent in the REAL WORLD. Really, do you think every girl trying to break out of her shell or challenge the most popular girl in school for the Homecoming Queen crown will succeed? No! Why? Because, like I said, this is the REAL WORLD. Hello!

Then again, why is it so addictive and indulgent? Because everyone wants to read about lives they wish they could lead, and people they want to emulate or be. Yes, I am a victim.

Will every girl who tries to get her crush to ask her out to the prom succeed? No. Well, as far as I'm aware, it's not possible anyway. Then again, I'm still waiting for he-who-shall-not-be-named. [If you know who I'm talking about, fine. If not, GOOD. "Sigh".]


Chick lit was created to delude every girl who wishes to indulge in the hope that somewhere, her Prince Charming is pining for her too. Sadly, it is still breaking many girls' hearts.

I never want to be one of them again.

PS: Then again, chick lit is fun to read. Just don't get too caught up in it.

PPS: I know happy endings are good. Gives girls the chance to dream. But whatever.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

It's Valentine's Day. Wonderful.

Everyone's been bombarding everyone else with sweets and chocolates and letters and anything that may represent affection. Now I feel so guilty, because I haven't prepared anything for anyone. And my 'angel' gave me something. I am such a baddie.

I've been interviewing my mother on her life for my English biography portfolio. It's left me with quite an impact. Our lives are so DIFFERENT. Of course, we are two different people altogether. But what if I were in her shoes? I would have never achieved the same kind of success as she did, or produce the same kind of fighting spirit and resilience she showed. It all boils down to the way we lived our lives. Her way of living is so foreign to me, so distant, and yet I can feel her pain. I've been very inspired by her.

I wish I had more confidence and be less afraid of speaking my mind, to stand up for myself and for what I believe in.

It's Valentine's, and all the goodies have gotten me hooked on sugar again. ["No, must resist. Must not give in to temptation!"]

PS: Please continue visiting this blog. I will try to update when I can.