And The Good Fall Victim To Primetime

Just like there were good endings to Late Night with Conan O’ Brien, The Tonight Show was no exception with guest Conan O’ Brien made for a superb show. Glad to see as well that Conan will be back on TV as of Monday when he takes over the reins of the Tonight Show. Makes for a great week, now Leno will be moving to a Primetime slot. Sort of moving away from the late night television night show scene and pretty much first for primetime is the show Leno will be on. It’ll be interesting to see how a show that should be on late night television will do on primetime for NBC but it’ll probably come back to hurt them.

Leno had a funny show, and Conan was the perfect guest for his show showing bits of Conan’s newest skit for the Tonight Show which he takes over on June 1st. It also showed the first appearence with the both of them on Leno’s show in April of 1993. All things come to an end, and Leno’s reign on the Tonight Show was great I hope Primetime treats him well.

The 2009 UEFA Champions!

What an exciting game! I had the pleasure of watching this game with two Manchester United to-the-gut fans and being the only one to support Barcelona! Although I hate both teams altogether, I did not want to see Manchester United win with their professional dives trained by C. Ronaldo and ruthless arrogance. I even had the luck of guessing the score, 2-0, and I was right.

The Game

At the tenth minute, Samuel Eto’o comes in with a roaring kick right off the keeper and into the back of the net. Any team to score so early on in the game has claimed it’s seat as the victor of the match. Before that goal, Manchester United was hammering the Barcelona defense and making  Valdez sweat. But it seems that Man. Utd. lost all of their hope at the point of the first goal.

Motivation was tough for the next part of the first half, as Barcelona game back with full force raping Man. Utd. altogether. Back and forth, back and forth, pass, pass, pass, pass. Barcelona kept control of the ball, and at any point when Rooney got hold of the ball, Pique was right at him to read Rooney’s moves and stop him in his tracks. It seemed hopeless for Man. Utd., and my two “enemies for the match” didn’t like the smirk on my face at the time.

Eto’o with the goal!

Second Half

All the while, chomping on the chips and drinking some orange soda, half-time came along and we watched the Jays winning their game for the while. Returning to the game, Barcelona was confident as ever, but underestimated Man. Utd. Man. Utd. ran back with greater motivation and attempted to score a fantastic goal in the second half. Alas, it was not to be with J. S. Park missing the header, crucial for the game. C. Ronaldo looked very upset and angry as everytime he dived, the referee would just not accept it. He wasn’t bribed, he was just doing his job, like a proper referee should!

At the 60th minute, Xavi came in with a roaring pass over the heads of the Man. Utd. defense, straight at Messi, who launches a full-body header right in the back of the net! Van der Sar had absolutely no chance against such a powerful shot. 2-0 it was, and for the rest of the game, Barcelona attempted to score another goal, but they knew that they could take it easy and take full control of the ball. As long as it did not go to Man. Utd., they could waste time and secure their win.

That is exactly what they did, and each team sent in substitutes to make the game more challenging. Berbatov was called in for Man. Utd., but he wasn’t of much help. The tide was anywhere from changed. Alas, the end of the game had come at last. To the sadness of the Man. Utd. fans next to me, Barcelona had won with a shady 2-0. Excellent play and control of the ball, with no loss in motivation allowed them to win. Such confidence led to the year’s victory.

With the angry emotions roaring from the Man. Utd. fans around me, we decided to skip parts of the end of the game so it wouldn’t anger them any further. We returned to the Jays game and perhaps I jinxed it, for right at that moment, the Jays were out and they had lost the game. I’m not a Jays fan, so I wasn’t supporting them at all, but those Man. Utd. fans around me were also Jays fans. Oh man. What a tough situation.

Messi secures the win for Barcelona!

The Ceremony

There’s nothing too exciting about this. Just the normal stuff with handing out medals, telling the loser, “oh you did well, good luck next year”, yada yada yada. Barcelona was engraved onto the UEFA cup, and handed to the captain of Barcelona, good ol’ Puyol. What a victory at Roma, just what awaits us all next year at the Champions League?

Puyol Holds The UEFA Cup

The Internet = Culture… The Best Culture Of Them All?

 This was proposed to me a few days ago that the internet in itself was a culture. The culture of the internet consists of several different personalities all with relatively the same goal: Attention. The internet is full of people who all crave attention, whether it be for something they wrote or to stir up come controversy in what they did. The internet can manage to change the way a country or a society thinks just like a culture can (Pop culture for example) A lot of thinks can be broken because of cultures.

  We can take a look at how the internet changed the way people look at video because of the Rick Roll. The internet culture may be hard to define by looking at a person where other cultures aren’t difficult to figure out. The internet is a great culture, because it manages to stir up the world so well. Unlike most cultures today, the internet culture is one that can take actions.. and I believe it is the best one.

Conspiracy – Maybe We’re All Crazy

Ever felt like the whole world is a conspiracy? That in actuality even your life is formed by someone, or someone(s)? For example, take America.

Everything that has started from the industrial revolution to the information era, all the presidents and wars and lies were used to create a large conspiracy. To hide the true awesome truth. Maybe also the question is that God doesn’t exist (although I truly do believe in God and His existence). That even the Westboro Baptist Church was created by a few people to brainwash many and control a whole country. Then that vast expand can conquer the world.

Ever felt like the world is forcing you to shape and that every thought you have is not in fact foolish, but honest. The world is forcing you to change and not notice the conspiracy’s existence. That even psychological explanations of denial were created to offset any imbalance of a secret being lost in the conspiracy.

I’ve felt like that. Maybe it is fate and my realization to it.

Nothing, honestly….

gue–gu–*scratch*gues–*scratch**scratch* Guess Whoz Biz-ack!!!

Well back from my 2 month break, for I was worried about my education and too busy writing other people’s essays to concentrate on my own life and success…but hey isn’t everyone like that?…

Now on to the topic on hand. Ahmed forced me to become the Wednesday lord, so on my domain I press these holy words upon thou, unto them follow ye mortals:

There is nothing more to say!

What i mean by this statement is, our world is increasing in the blogosphere and internet galaxy’s ‘pundits’. Some are ‘stars’, shining brightly, able to achive a name and status, while others are ‘blackholes’, sucking up all the fun and brightness out of your life. Point is that our world is being taken over by news from the people who believe that their opinions are totally valid and need to comment on things that they may have no scope of interest in or any variable knowledge about.

Case-in-point: Twitter

Now i am all for expressing your thoughts. I do so too, especially when I yell out the window of my car at people while driving. But fellow readers, do we really need to inform everyone about what we are thinking? Yes, I know it’s voluntary. And yes, I know that it’s your own choice to read it or not. But why do people believe that their opinions have some form of merit for others and would love to know every single thing about them? Twitter is the biggets manifestation of Narcissism, and inflation of one’s Ego. I mean, personally I love the idea of being able to read people’s mind, but I don’t want to tread across someone twittering “Went to female doctor. Had nice sexy legs. Secretary a bitch. Doctor still too hot!! =D”

And I have read something like this, true story. Don’t belive me? Swear to God!

My general point is this: There’s too many opinions. We all go around stuffing people’s throat with our shackling thoughts. Well I for one have nothing to say to them. I started out this topic, with…well, nothing to say, and still have nothing to say. This shows that you don’t always need to say something all the time to be considered relevant. You just have to sometimes go with the flow, wherever it takes you. Just be open to things and sometimes go: “Hey! I don’t wanna know why you’re stuffing peanut butter down your pants. I am an individual, thank you very much!”

So to all these people who are bombarding the ‘information super highway’ with useless, pointless and even boring information I say : Cease and Desist

For this blog was created to acknowledge the society that has given us this method. Please, let’s all be smart and not go around spreading and reading others thoughts like teleknesis. Because if we could all do that, everone would be named a principal defendant in a class action law-suit by Marvel.

How Video Games Will Boost The Economy

 As much as I want to say sometimes that the economy is in the shitter, the toilet, the creek whatever you want to call it. The video game industry will boost the economy at least that is my opinion on it. The games keep getting better, the effort put in by Sony, Microsoft, and Nintendo is improving. As well as the new thing on the horizon with OnLive, for those not familiar with it involves the connection to the internet to stream games right you your TV. It’s a small console all you need is an internet connection, (a decent one at that) and of course the television. Now that might be a failure, but Nintendo is looking to family related things to boost sales like the brand new DSi. Xbox and Sony are appealling with huge franchises.

 The new franchises (or new IP’s as called by companies) Will boost the economy with major game franchises being brought back or having sequels made to it. Like God Of War 3, Guitar Hero 5, Uncharted 2 all console franchises two of them being Sony and one being multiplatform. I love what companies are doing for consoles but I want to see a increase in the amount of handheld consoles and games being made. I own a DS, and I know a lot of friends who LOVE their DS’s. The library of games being made is slimmer compared to console games, and I know my friends would love to see a boost in the library of titles.

 Nintendo is trying a little blast from the past remaking Pokemon Silver and Gold for the DS (originally made for the Gameboy Color) which might work I personally loved Silver and look forward to playing the remake. I think that the new game franchises, and bolstering remakes will boost the video game sales. Therefore boosting the economy.

Rebellion

I’m sick and tired of this trampling underground,
You mock me in my face and expect me to suck up your lies,
Hypocrisies you spread in order to claim that you had nothing to do with me,
But I know what resulted and even now I hate you for it,

Looking down at me everytime you don’t know anything about me,
To me you are nothing and I am much higher than you,
Hitherto you ask my enemy and traitor to reclaim the benefits,
And to repair the chains I broke off,

I refuse to be the caged animal that I once was,
For I am not your slave,
You were just one out of a million,
I hope your panic attacks lead you to release your guilt,

Not one being can carry what lies and regret you do,
As you try to feed it all onto me and use me for yourself,
Yet you have never learned from your previous lessons that I have moved on,
Mentally I am prepared although my mind speaks behind me thoughts,

There will be a time where I will remove him,
And reclaim what was once mine,
Until that day keep swallowing in the lies you feed yourself,
The world is dancing in my palm and your resistance is futile.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day to all! And especially to my own mother, who I would be nothing without.

I hope you all give your mother’s something to let them know how great they are! It can even be a sincere thanks or a simple hug, just to let her know she still has a purpose in your life.

I bought my mother a yellow Cymbidium Orchid Plant, which I’m glad she loved =)

It is an absolutely beautiful plant, and takes away from the extremely used traditional bouquet of flowers :p

The Weather Today

Today was a day to truly witness. Whether this was an awe inspiring experience caused by God’s anger, or just a phenomenon in nature (perhaps due to global warming), it was frightful. In a period of half an hour, thunder and lightning storms came together with a downpour of corpulent rain that made any being slumbering awaken immediately (including myself). Followed by such a downpour for about 10-15 minutes or so (increasing in strength, velocity, and volume every few minutes), eventually hail began to cross down from the Heavens. A diameter on average of 0.8-1.0 centimeters, it was simply a sound of small pebbles crackling against the windows.

For the last part of the storm, thunder, lightning, rain in enourmous aptitutes, and hail in great quantities came flying down with speed and number. Ice that could shatter any umbrella, wind that could wisp away any average creature, lightning that would catch anyone’s attention, thunder that would rock anyone’s would, this was a storm to fear. ’twas as if the storm would never end until all the clouds in the sky followed its “nature’s calling” and emptied their structure.

This storm occurred sometime after 8:30 AM (May 09, 2009) and ended very close to 9:00 AM (May 09, 2009). It is not as if such a storm has never occurred at a period before this one, but rather, in my lifetime no mediocre storm has become a hailing mini-death storm.

Only two and a half hours later, at 11:30 AM (May 09, 2009), the thunder, lightning, and rain came down once again. Luckily, this was normal rainfall with no pretentious premonitions. But it did not stop there for the day…

I heard an excellent (lame) joke on the radio. Thought I’d share.
“It’s raining cats & dogs outside! Be sure not to step in a ‘poodle’”!

Trial – 1

I wrote a little story recently just because I was bored. It’s completely unrelated to me in anyway, and is utterly fictional. Character names came to me out of nowhere and I’m not even sure if I will continue this story. It is completely unedited so there will be errors, hopefully not a lot.

I might go on with it if I find out that indeed, it has potential.

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*pant pant pant*
Sebbe: SONNY MAN, HOW THE HELL DO YOU GET US INTO THESE SITUATIONS?!
Sonny: DON’T STOP, KEEP RUNNING!
Policeman: Hey! You kids! Stop right there! I said stop!
Sonny: Here, turn this way!
Sebbe: Sonny, let’s split up!
Sonny: Got it!
At that moment I immediately took a left turn and left Sonny to take the right. Hahaha, as much as I’m pissed off at Sonny getting me in shi- again, I love this part of the game. Running. Running for my life.
After taking two lefts around an old run down building, I see Sonny up ahead, sweating like crazy.
Sonny: Whoo man! I think we lost him! O-oi, what are you doing? Stop!
I don’t stop running, I just tackle Sonny right there.
Sonny: Hahaha, hey hey, calm down, stop, hahaha.
Sebbe: Freaking Hell, Sonny! You’re going to get me killed one day!
Sonny: Look, I grabbed all of this, what did you get?
Sonny pulled a gold necklace and a few coins out of his pocket, the shimmer of them was beautiful.
Sebbe: I just got a few tickets we can sell and some coins. This should buy us food for a while.
We’re young thieves. We steal, so we can survive. This world that Sonny and I live in now, is privatized by the rich, they make the laws, they decree who gets what. Sonny and I are orphans, I met him two years ago in the basement of a demolished building. He was starving to death. Kids like us, we have no future, we do what we can to get by.
Sebbe: Hey, I’ll go buy us some food, you go and find out how the others are doing, all right?
Sonny: Yes, sir!
He saluted me and ran off, to see the other kids. They’re orphans as well, kids younger than us who lost their families in famine and war.
Sebbe: Today’s dinner is going to be fantastic!
I bought red snapper and some freshly baked bread for a change, at least we won’t have to break our teeth trying to chew it! I laughed audibly after telling myself that. An old Church where no one ever comes to anymore, is where we sleep. That is our home. Religion is dead in this world, with humanity losing it’s faith in everything, and surmounting it onto the greed of money. The building has a triangular shape, with a broken cross at the top and a window on each side of the triangle. A splinted door hangs in the middle, and I see a girl at the prime of her age standing there. Snow white skin, with long black hair, and cat-like eyes. With her white dress yellowing, it could be no other than Isabella.
Sebbe: Hey Isabella, help me with these. We need to prepare some dinner.
She doesn’t say a word, she just stares at me with a cold gaze.
Sebbe: Something the matter?
Isabella: ‘Something the matter?’! Is that what you’ve got to say! You went thieving again, didn’t you?!
Sebbe: What? Noooo.
I try to say that with as much innocence as possible. Isabella is a goody-toe-shoes. She’s one of the kids here who hasn’t lost her faith in God. Her father was a pastor before he was drafted into the war; she’s the reason why we stay here in the first place. She’s a year younger than me, and to the kids, she’s like their mother.
Isabella: Don’t try and fool me, Sonny already told me what you were doing!
Sebbe: That damned Sonny, boasting his mouth off again!
Although he was probably intimidated by Isabella to spill the beans anyways; can’t blame him, Isabella is one tough cookie.
Sebbe: All right, I’m sorry Izzy. Sonny and I thought that we could get some good food for a change so we had to do this. It’s for the kids.
Suddenly Isabella’s face flustered in anger. Uh-oh, I used a forbidden nickname.
Isabella: HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT?!
Sebbe: Ow ow, my ears. Okay okay, I’m sorry!!
Isabella: Promise to me, you will never do this again. Ever.
Sebbe: Yes ma’am. I promise.
Isabella: Hmph! I give that promise a week at most.
She stomps back into the building and I guiltily follow her. It’s a dark place, with the only light coming from the stained windows high up on the sides of the walls.
Terri: Sebbe! Sebbe!
A high-pitched child-like voice calls to me, and it’s none other than Terri, a six year old girl who’s the cutest child I’ve ever laid eyes on, and the youngest of us all.
Sebbe: Hello, Terri! Glad to see me?
Instead of giving me a hug, she just goes through the bags I’m holding, looking for something interesting to eat; candy nonetheless.
Sebbe: Oi, you could ask you know…
Terri lost her parents due to disease, she was lucky to survive. All the kids here have an interesting story as to why they ended here. But to me, it’s a story I’ve heard many times before. In total there’s seven kids who live here; including me. I’m the oldest at 17. I’m just a scrawny kid with short black hair and a tanning complexion. I lost my father to war, and my mother to loneliness. Then there’s Isabella; the brooding mother of this place. The third oldest is Sonny, he’s 15, and the best friend I’ve ever had. He has bright orange hair, and the face of a monkey. He’s the biggest child among us all, always getting himself, or others, into trouble.
Next are the Leming twins, Harry and Barry. Born from a working class outside the country, they were abandoned by their parents when they were two; all they had were their names. They’re 11 years old and it’s downright impossible to tell one from the other except for their scarlike birth marks behind their ears. Blue eyes, blonde hair, you could say they’re coming out of a Nazi Germany era. Then there’s Ornella, who’s nine years old and a very quiet and shy girl. She’s always made fun of by the Leming twins. She’s got short brown hair and puffy cheeks that stand out over anything else. I don’t know her story, and she doesn’t seem to want to talk about it either; we just picked her up off the streets. But judging by the scarring I’ve seen on her body, she was probably abused by whoever took care of her. Then finally, there’s Terri.
We’re a family, we stick together, even if we’re not blood related. Each other is all we have, and we’ve learned to rely on each other, because the world isn’t out to try and help us.
Isabella: Ornella and Terri, could you help me set up the table please?
Terri: OKAY!
Ornella just shakes her head and his dragged by Terri.
Sebbe: Sonny, help me with the preparation of the fish.
Sonny: No way! That stinks!
Sebbe: Do you want something to eat tonight or not?
Sonny agrees by clenching his teeth and nodding.
Sebbe: Harry and Barry, could you find some firewood for us? Can’t have raw fish for food.
Harry: Sure you can! Only Barry would eat it though! Hahahaha!
Barry: Shut up, Harry!
Harry punches Barry and runs outside.
Barry: Hey! Wait up!
After some good hard work, we finally have dinner ready. Fish stew and bread to go along with it. This is honestly, the best dinner we’ve ever had in weeks.
Terri: Let’s eat!
Isabella: Hold on, Terri. First let’s say our prayers.
Terri pouts as soon as she hears that, she’s an impatient one.
Isabella: Thank you, God, for providing us with this food; amen.
Everyone: Amen.
Sebbe: Don’t eat too fast, you’ll choke!
After dinner it’s bedtime for the younger kids, and Isabella reads them a story to help them fall asleep. All the while, Sonny and I talk about our adventures that encompass everyday of our lives.
Sonny: Man, that officer was so fat; no wonder he couldn’t catch us!
Both: Hahaha.
Sebbe: You know, Sonny. I’m really glad I met you. I know you don’t show it, but you do your best to take care of us. Whenever any of us ever get depressed, you’re always there to keep us cheerful. Thank you.
Sonny: Aw, what’s with this sappiness? That’s not like you at all, Sebbe!
Sebbe: Haha, you’re right. Why don’t you go get some sleep? You’re already falling over.
Sonny: Please! I can stay awake longer than this! But *yawn*, I guess I will. Are you going to read me a bed time story?
Sebbe: Ha! Yeah right! Now go!
Sonny: G’night!
Sebbe: Good night.
As he leaves Isabella approaches me.
Sebbe: Are the kids asleep?
Isabella: Yes.
She speaks silently, so as to not stir even a deer in the fields. And silently sits beside me, resting her head on my shoulder.
Sebbe: I know you’re mad at me for today, but you know, I don’t want you and everyone else to eat the same old stale bread that comes from the trash. I can’t stand that anymore. I want to get out of here, to a brighter place where we don’t have to suffer in these conditions anymore. Hey… are you even listening?
I check on her and find that she’s asleep. Nope, she’s not listening. Isabella has such a beatiful face, that I wonder why a woman like her has to live here. Her mother is the mistress of an aristrocrat, and she always begs Isabella to live with her. But Isabella’s extremely stubborn, and hates her mother as she left her father as soon as he went to war. Eventually, even I fall asleep in the silence, only broken by the crackling of the fire and Isabella’s slow breathing. It seems she had a busier day than I did.