Finally, finally finished my speech today.
More accurately called a roleplay. But here at The Huangout Place, we never let technicalities get in the way of good puns.
Whatever you want to call it, it's finally done. Was totally over it by 11 o'clock this morning.
In hindsight, I should've actually done the work instead of my group member doing about half of it. I mean, she tried. She was a great group member in that respect. It's just some of the questions didn't really like to the answers, and vice versa, and some of the stuff seemed a bit random.
Anyway, it is done. And I think it was done well. Got some positive feedback, and all that. Now I can fully focus my attention on what I do best (based on past history etc): writing.
I'd like to conclude by paying tribute to Lionel Messi. This morning, at the tender age of 24, he comprehensively destroyed the all-time goalscoring record at Barcelona by scoring his eighth hat-trick for the season. I just realised that he's only two years older than I am. And that he's probably going to get even better. And he's going to have the best midfielder in the world, Fabregas, feeding him assists for at least the next half a decade.
Also, he's pretty much the only player on the whole team who didn't engage in Fabregas fetish when they were trying to sign him from Arsenal. All round good guy, and a pretty good player too.
Here are the goals that did it for him this morning:
Should've signed him, Arsene, should've signed him.
Word of the Day: Messi
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Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Thursday, 8 April 2010
It was not a nightmare
Wooooo. Three days of ups and downs. One could almost say it's been hektik. If I were to sketch a graph about it, it'd be almost parabolic. Almost.
Okay, so slight exaggeration. But only slightly.
It started on Monday. Duh.
Because I apparently drive a yellow Ford Falcon, and because my name is apparently Sanjay (this is all according to Meng), I drove all the way to Clayton to pick Meng up, and then back my way to pick Vincenzo up to go to Linda's Ambassador reunion bash. I drove them down to Forest Hill for some last-minute shopping, which was a party in itself.
Arriving at Linda's street, I was all like "Why is this car stalking me?" Unbeknownst to me, it was Linda stalking us, in her stalkermobile. Mega confusion about house numbers, but we got there in the end.
And a quaint little house she has. It's of the warm and cosy variety, with a massive garden. Enormous garden. Could fit a circus tent there. And chickens.
Anyway, we finally got the oven going thanks to the genius of Vince, and other people started turning up. We ended up cooking lasagne, with Seb in charge. I learnt the well-guarded secret of how to make lemon and lime bitters. A secret which has been passed down the generations of the Gao family, and they guard with their lives. Kind of makes you wonder how I know it now.
We met Linda's massive brother, Jonath...I mean, Bill. He's in Year 7, and he's about a head taller than I am. We had some Wii fun. Well, they did. The irony is I never got to face off against Bill. He's pretty cool, by the way. We also had a bonfire and Mafia madness. I think there are some people who are still confused about the logic and object of the game, but what can you do? Run a Mafia seminar?
It was at this point where I was made to feel awkward. I made a gay reference in the presence of a gay person. Like, it wasn't that bad. It's not like I was insulting gay people. Or even laughing at them. But still, I feel kind of bad for doing it now.
We then played darts. Clearly, I'm awesome at that game. More like awesome at putting holes in the wall behind the dartboard!
Driving home was a bit scary. I ran a red light right outside the house, purely by accident, because it was an obscure red light, and there were no cars. The roads were actually empty.
Very fun night in all, apart from the no alcohol business, and the tactless gay reference. Not that I drink alcohol or anything, but a white wine wouldn't have gone amiss. Actually, I should have just had one. Stupid. Regrets. However, I did not turn a night out into a nightmare, so I did my parents, and the Government, proud.
Tuesday was more Wii fun at Banh's. Again, fewer people turned up than expected, but Linda's is the only thing I've been to that had more people turn up than expected. Like, ever. So it's really not that great a surprise. And it was still very fun. Well, I thought so.
From thereon in, it started getting bad. When I got home, my father was not a happy chappy. Some issues with relatives in that place called China. Not that that directly affected me or anything, but I just find it hard to be happy when people close to me aren't. Maybe I'm like some sort of reverse Dementor.
Then, the yesterday morning, Arsenal got thumped by a very good Barcelona team. I'm actually proud of the lads though. To get into the lead against Barca, even if for a few minutes, at the Camp Nou, takes some doing. Especially with five of their best players out, including their captain and best midfielder in the world. Playing against a team with a player like Messi. Absolutely majestic. You forget that he's only 168cm tall, or something like that. That's how scary he is. He just runs into the box at will, dragging you left, right, left, right. At pace too. And on aggregate, the Gunners scored three goals against the best team in Europe. Not many teams can pull that off.
Ok, so not much of a parabola. Told you it was a bit of an exaggeration. I should probably get some work done soon.
Word of the Day: Parabola
Okay, so slight exaggeration. But only slightly.
It started on Monday. Duh.
Because I apparently drive a yellow Ford Falcon, and because my name is apparently Sanjay (this is all according to Meng), I drove all the way to Clayton to pick Meng up, and then back my way to pick Vincenzo up to go to Linda's Ambassador reunion bash. I drove them down to Forest Hill for some last-minute shopping, which was a party in itself.
Arriving at Linda's street, I was all like "Why is this car stalking me?" Unbeknownst to me, it was Linda stalking us, in her stalkermobile. Mega confusion about house numbers, but we got there in the end.
And a quaint little house she has. It's of the warm and cosy variety, with a massive garden. Enormous garden. Could fit a circus tent there. And chickens.
Anyway, we finally got the oven going thanks to the genius of Vince, and other people started turning up. We ended up cooking lasagne, with Seb in charge. I learnt the well-guarded secret of how to make lemon and lime bitters. A secret which has been passed down the generations of the Gao family, and they guard with their lives. Kind of makes you wonder how I know it now.
We met Linda's massive brother, Jonath...I mean, Bill. He's in Year 7, and he's about a head taller than I am. We had some Wii fun. Well, they did. The irony is I never got to face off against Bill. He's pretty cool, by the way. We also had a bonfire and Mafia madness. I think there are some people who are still confused about the logic and object of the game, but what can you do? Run a Mafia seminar?
It was at this point where I was made to feel awkward. I made a gay reference in the presence of a gay person. Like, it wasn't that bad. It's not like I was insulting gay people. Or even laughing at them. But still, I feel kind of bad for doing it now.
We then played darts. Clearly, I'm awesome at that game. More like awesome at putting holes in the wall behind the dartboard!
Driving home was a bit scary. I ran a red light right outside the house, purely by accident, because it was an obscure red light, and there were no cars. The roads were actually empty.
Very fun night in all, apart from the no alcohol business, and the tactless gay reference. Not that I drink alcohol or anything, but a white wine wouldn't have gone amiss. Actually, I should have just had one. Stupid. Regrets. However, I did not turn a night out into a nightmare, so I did my parents, and the Government, proud.
Tuesday was more Wii fun at Banh's. Again, fewer people turned up than expected, but Linda's is the only thing I've been to that had more people turn up than expected. Like, ever. So it's really not that great a surprise. And it was still very fun. Well, I thought so.
From thereon in, it started getting bad. When I got home, my father was not a happy chappy. Some issues with relatives in that place called China. Not that that directly affected me or anything, but I just find it hard to be happy when people close to me aren't. Maybe I'm like some sort of reverse Dementor.
Then, the yesterday morning, Arsenal got thumped by a very good Barcelona team. I'm actually proud of the lads though. To get into the lead against Barca, even if for a few minutes, at the Camp Nou, takes some doing. Especially with five of their best players out, including their captain and best midfielder in the world. Playing against a team with a player like Messi. Absolutely majestic. You forget that he's only 168cm tall, or something like that. That's how scary he is. He just runs into the box at will, dragging you left, right, left, right. At pace too. And on aggregate, the Gunners scored three goals against the best team in Europe. Not many teams can pull that off.
Ok, so not much of a parabola. Told you it was a bit of an exaggeration. I should probably get some work done soon.
Word of the Day: Parabola
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
Ridiculous
So Eduardo gets a two-game ban for 'diving.'
May I just comment a while about how ridiculous this is.
First of all, it barely constituted a dive. I mean, it doesn't even look like he threw himself. He had an open goal. Why would he dive? Maybe he just tripped.
But, of course, it's Arsenal, so UEFA decide that they shouldn't even entertain this notion.
Ok, for argument's sake, let's just suppose that he did actually dive.
Then why, in all these years, why has nobody else been called up? Cronaldo, Drogba, Torres, Messi, should've been banned numerous times. And, ironically, in the second-leg quarter-final Champions League match two season ago, Ryan Babel did a spectacular dive to win Liverpool the game. Where was the ban then? The players that I've mentioned dived much more obviously, and usually in games of far more import than Eduardo diving in what was effectively a match already won. They also dive more frequently.
Why have they picked now, on such an unimportant game, on a not-very-clear-cut dive?
The only conclusion that I can come to is that Arsenal are easy targets. They don't have the same clout that Barca and Chelsea have. They're considered a "small club". The same with Man Utd, except even greater, as Cronaldo is such a big star that nobody dares touch him. Whatever he does is alright, because he scores goals. Eduardo is a nobody. Nobody cares if he gets banned.
The football club are upset, and rightly so. As stated, there has been no protocol followed, no reasons given, and no process followed for the ban.
And, rightly, Arsenal expect it to be applied to everybody.
It's not that fact that Eduardo is banned that has me riled. Arsenal has other strikers, and he's only banned for two Group Stage matches. It's the fact that UEFA choose this obscure and not very clear incident to make an example, the fact that they choose this player, and this club to tell the rest of the world that diving is not on. When they could have chosen one out of about 5 million instances when Ronaldo has dived, they choose to target Eduardo.
The only good thing that I can see coming out of this is that this banning of divers becomes universal and rigorously enforced - on everybody. But, knowing how corrupt and inept and inconsistent both FIFA and UEFA are, this probably won't happen.
Word of the Day: Injustice
May I just comment a while about how ridiculous this is.
First of all, it barely constituted a dive. I mean, it doesn't even look like he threw himself. He had an open goal. Why would he dive? Maybe he just tripped.
But, of course, it's Arsenal, so UEFA decide that they shouldn't even entertain this notion.
Ok, for argument's sake, let's just suppose that he did actually dive.
Then why, in all these years, why has nobody else been called up? Cronaldo, Drogba, Torres, Messi, should've been banned numerous times. And, ironically, in the second-leg quarter-final Champions League match two season ago, Ryan Babel did a spectacular dive to win Liverpool the game. Where was the ban then? The players that I've mentioned dived much more obviously, and usually in games of far more import than Eduardo diving in what was effectively a match already won. They also dive more frequently.
Why have they picked now, on such an unimportant game, on a not-very-clear-cut dive?
The only conclusion that I can come to is that Arsenal are easy targets. They don't have the same clout that Barca and Chelsea have. They're considered a "small club". The same with Man Utd, except even greater, as Cronaldo is such a big star that nobody dares touch him. Whatever he does is alright, because he scores goals. Eduardo is a nobody. Nobody cares if he gets banned.
The football club are upset, and rightly so. As stated, there has been no protocol followed, no reasons given, and no process followed for the ban.
And, rightly, Arsenal expect it to be applied to everybody.
It's not that fact that Eduardo is banned that has me riled. Arsenal has other strikers, and he's only banned for two Group Stage matches. It's the fact that UEFA choose this obscure and not very clear incident to make an example, the fact that they choose this player, and this club to tell the rest of the world that diving is not on. When they could have chosen one out of about 5 million instances when Ronaldo has dived, they choose to target Eduardo.
The only good thing that I can see coming out of this is that this banning of divers becomes universal and rigorously enforced - on everybody. But, knowing how corrupt and inept and inconsistent both FIFA and UEFA are, this probably won't happen.
Word of the Day: Injustice
Thursday, 28 May 2009
Barca the passer
My theory is right. Good things happen on Thursdays.
That little team called Barcelona (which, incidentally, was the team that I supported in La Liga since Ronaldinho was there, because I liked Ronaldinho and their kit colour) ripped Man Utd to shreds. No question about it. Messi, and I would contend, Xavi, are both better than Cronaldo. They work within the team as well as solo. Great stuff.
It also begs the question: does Messi practice his headers? For such a short guy, that was quite a skillful header.
Also: all tests are finally over for the semester! Yes, I'm an optimist at times like these. I've only got those little exam things left, and that small essay worth 40% of my mark to do. But we must celebrate the small things, such as tests being over for the semester.
Onward to the glory and honour of exams!
Word of the day: Barcelona
That little team called Barcelona (which, incidentally, was the team that I supported in La Liga since Ronaldinho was there, because I liked Ronaldinho and their kit colour) ripped Man Utd to shreds. No question about it. Messi, and I would contend, Xavi, are both better than Cronaldo. They work within the team as well as solo. Great stuff.
It also begs the question: does Messi practice his headers? For such a short guy, that was quite a skillful header.
Also: all tests are finally over for the semester! Yes, I'm an optimist at times like these. I've only got those little exam things left, and that small essay worth 40% of my mark to do. But we must celebrate the small things, such as tests being over for the semester.
Onward to the glory and honour of exams!
Word of the day: Barcelona
Tuesday, 19 August 2008
Deja Vu
A new semester, but, in a sense, more or less like the one before. The more astute of you will pick up on the delay between the start of semester and this post, but in case you haven't, there it is: this post is late. Again. Which fits in nicely with this repetition theme I have going on here. Repetition theme.
Anyway, about Batman first. So yeah. I saw Batman with the Victor on...some Friday, can't remember which. I was really hyped up for it, because other people were. So anyway, we went in and came back out. To be honest, it didn't really live up to my (ridiculously high) expectations. I really expected to be fully blown out of the water. But I guess the premise already determined that Batman couldn't be better than The Godfather. It's a sequel for one. And it's constrained by the fact that it has to be about this guy, with certain characteristics and features. And then there's the fact that it's based on a comic book. Don't get me wrong, though. It was a great movie. Just not the best of all time, in my opinion. Hell, stuff the my opinion. Everything here is my opinion. Obviously not yours. Anyway, Heath Ledger was awesome, because I surmise that he's already half-gone by that stage in his life. Worth going to.
Then there was this business of the Olympic Games. I watched the Opening Ceremony at 8:08pm, on the 08/08/2008. It was amazing. The Australian team uniform was a huge letdown. Huge. So ugly. Like some cheap tracksuit 10 years out of style. And even they don't have pants that are the same colour as the jacket. Even amongst all the fanfare and hoo-hah, you can't help but wonder what all that money could've done for education and the medical system. Such is the conundrum of China.
Some highlights (or otherwise) so far:
- Phelps winning his eighth. However, I still believe that that does not make him the greatest Olympian of all time, due to the comparative ease with which multiple medals can be obtained in swimming. In swimming, if you can last the distance, all you basically have to do is change your stroke for different events. However, in something like 100 metre sprint, you can't also go for the 1500m as well. It doesn't work like that. An even more extreme example is sports like football or basketball, where there is only the possibility of getting one per Olympics. So no, he's not the greatest. It's just that other athletes are limited by practical complications.
- Usain Bolt winning 100m sprint. Even though I didn't watch it, I heard all about it and the exquisite ease with which he won gold.
- Nadal. Pure perfection and power. Awesome display in destroying Gonza. He's improved out of sight since the Australian Open.
- Lowlight was Grant Hackett. I watched the live as well.
- On the subject of lowlights, Olyroos. Enough said.
- Phelps and his iPod was another lowlight.
- Lowlight no. 4: Asafa who?
At this very moment, I'm watching Argentina vs Brazil. They have Messi. Game over. Unless Brazil put Pato on.
I love the smell of the new football season. New players, new teams, new spirit. And Arsenal have three points from their first game, with Nasri scoring the first goal of the season on four minutes. Good team, that Arsenal.
So back to this semester of uni. I thank the friends that still remain by my side, because a lot have not. You know who you are. I can't really blame them. I mean, it's me. I think it's something inherently "me" that turns people off me. I just get these looks from certain camps, and friends are hard to make. People just aren't interested in talking to me. Maybe I should improve me as a person. Or get plastic surgery. Or something of the sort. Whatever. At least I've met a few new people, who still do not seem interested in sustaining a conversation with me, bar a couple. Maybe my humour's to dry. That could be it. Maybe I should smile to take the bite off my humour. Maybe I should stop speculating about what's wrong with me, because I'll probably never find out.
Assignments coming on thick and fast now, mid-sem test soon, stressed-out people. Deja Vu. Again.
Anyway, about Batman first. So yeah. I saw Batman with the Victor on...some Friday, can't remember which. I was really hyped up for it, because other people were. So anyway, we went in and came back out. To be honest, it didn't really live up to my (ridiculously high) expectations. I really expected to be fully blown out of the water. But I guess the premise already determined that Batman couldn't be better than The Godfather. It's a sequel for one. And it's constrained by the fact that it has to be about this guy, with certain characteristics and features. And then there's the fact that it's based on a comic book. Don't get me wrong, though. It was a great movie. Just not the best of all time, in my opinion. Hell, stuff the my opinion. Everything here is my opinion. Obviously not yours. Anyway, Heath Ledger was awesome, because I surmise that he's already half-gone by that stage in his life. Worth going to.
Then there was this business of the Olympic Games. I watched the Opening Ceremony at 8:08pm, on the 08/08/2008. It was amazing. The Australian team uniform was a huge letdown. Huge. So ugly. Like some cheap tracksuit 10 years out of style. And even they don't have pants that are the same colour as the jacket. Even amongst all the fanfare and hoo-hah, you can't help but wonder what all that money could've done for education and the medical system. Such is the conundrum of China.
Some highlights (or otherwise) so far:
- Phelps winning his eighth. However, I still believe that that does not make him the greatest Olympian of all time, due to the comparative ease with which multiple medals can be obtained in swimming. In swimming, if you can last the distance, all you basically have to do is change your stroke for different events. However, in something like 100 metre sprint, you can't also go for the 1500m as well. It doesn't work like that. An even more extreme example is sports like football or basketball, where there is only the possibility of getting one per Olympics. So no, he's not the greatest. It's just that other athletes are limited by practical complications.
- Usain Bolt winning 100m sprint. Even though I didn't watch it, I heard all about it and the exquisite ease with which he won gold.
- Nadal. Pure perfection and power. Awesome display in destroying Gonza. He's improved out of sight since the Australian Open.
- Lowlight was Grant Hackett. I watched the live as well.
- On the subject of lowlights, Olyroos. Enough said.
- Phelps and his iPod was another lowlight.
- Lowlight no. 4: Asafa who?
At this very moment, I'm watching Argentina vs Brazil. They have Messi. Game over. Unless Brazil put Pato on.
I love the smell of the new football season. New players, new teams, new spirit. And Arsenal have three points from their first game, with Nasri scoring the first goal of the season on four minutes. Good team, that Arsenal.
So back to this semester of uni. I thank the friends that still remain by my side, because a lot have not. You know who you are. I can't really blame them. I mean, it's me. I think it's something inherently "me" that turns people off me. I just get these looks from certain camps, and friends are hard to make. People just aren't interested in talking to me. Maybe I should improve me as a person. Or get plastic surgery. Or something of the sort. Whatever. At least I've met a few new people, who still do not seem interested in sustaining a conversation with me, bar a couple. Maybe my humour's to dry. That could be it. Maybe I should smile to take the bite off my humour. Maybe I should stop speculating about what's wrong with me, because I'll probably never find out.
Assignments coming on thick and fast now, mid-sem test soon, stressed-out people. Deja Vu. Again.
Tuesday, 11 September 2007
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