May 31st- YUMT

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Ransom x Adidas

Another look at the Ransom x Adidas collaboration. Supposedly there's four pairs to choose from. Stolen from Smell The Rich.

This post is dedicated to my sister buddy tay (:

dun sian,cheer up!
i sing with u again soon lah ok? ((:

Dedication

HAPPY belated 18th BIRTHDAY KAIQI ((:

mini celebration after gp with sh at clarke quay waraku ((: passed her our present,bikini and dress. bugis afterwards to manicure.but no suitable ones.so shopped around (: stalled time for arison.rushed home,bathed and stuff.then gathered at 7.30 at tpy for surprise (: standard wear was yellow saint shirt!

i got pimple ):

arrived at kshit's house.started doing the giant polaroid.hehe

final product (:

slacked while waiting for kshit to return with arison (:

counting down to their arrival (:

SURPRISE

we waited till the choc melted.haha

the kshit face

stickman.hahaha

silly couple HAHA

overnite ((:

left in the morning at like 10.30.bused to bb to meet B.killed time till 2.30 and bused down to np for his soccer training (:

为什么甜蜜的梦容易醒?

This is a big week for YUMT...competition, demo week for new session, and Iowa.

This is a time when we need to stand strong and properly, both in representing ourselves as individuals and as a group. Nothing is perfect, ideal or stagnant, but we must do the best we can to stay strong and give hope for the future students in our sport. Training without a desire for personal growth is starved of meaning.

We're starting to do big things...getting our fighters more fights, crossing the border for the first time and putting our name out there. It's going to take all of us to uphold the integrity of our gym.

Historia del Comunismo Documental

"La Fe Del Siglo" Documental dirigido por Patrick Rotman y Patrick Barberis, producido por Michel Rotman para KUIV Productions, La Sept-Arte, acerca de la Historia del comunismo (Doctrina y Pensamiento) y del partido comunista, divido en 4 episodios:

1era parte: La utopía al poder (1917 1928) 50:23 min

PARTE 1 PARTE 2

2da parte: El comunismo y su doble cara (1929 1939) 58:45 min

PARTE 1 PARTE 2

3era parte: El apogeo (1940 1953) 50:56 min

PARTE 1 PARTE 2

4ta parte: Final sin fin (1953 1993) 60:54 min

PARTE 1 PARTE 2

Aclaraciones: como ocurre con todos los videos del blog, el popup donde se reproduce el mismo puede agrandarse(derecha-abajo-estirar).

Aunque en el reproductor de ESNIPS el VOLUMEN figure al MAXIMO, esto no es asi, sino que éste debe regularse para cada video aunque el mismo, como dije, figure que esta al maximo.-

Un consejo: pongan play y aprieten pausa, dejenlo cargar un rato, y despues pongan play devuelta, asi no se les corta tanto la reproduccion.-

Creditos:

http://www.youtube.com/user/edu1954

http://www.encuentro.gov.ar/

SUMMER 2009 Schedule

Tues: Studio 4, 6-8pm

Thurs: Studio 4, 6-8pm

Sat: Studio 4: 12:30-2:30pm

This applies to the demo week starting June 2, as well

DEMO WEEK: Starting JUNE 2! Spread the news!

Starting June 2nd...free classes until June 7th! Come try out a class! Schedule and Class info here: http://yorkumuaythai.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-york-university-muay-thai.html

Spread the word!

Boyle-ing Over/On The Boyle/Boyled Egg etc...

Given the title of this blog, it would be remiss of me to let the latest 'celebrity' outburst pass without comment. That's right, I'm talking about furious virgin crooner Susan Boyle (left), who has blown her Scottish top about something or other.

The only problem here is that when it came time to do any research for this piece, I immediately lost interest and started thinking about something else. I was reading about the story in the turgid freebie London Lite on the way home, and I decided that I should keep it so that I could refer to it later. But moments later, through a combination of force-of-habit and sheer subconscious good sense, I discovered that I had thrown it in the bin.

Then when I arrived home and started to read about the story on the interweb (now despised by my colleague Fred) a similar thing happened. Without realising it, and within seconds of starting to cast my eyes across the article, I had timeslipped into another marathon innings on time-wasting classic Little Master Cricket Game.

Can anyone really be surprised by the news of this lady going a bit mental? Some of the most rational, reasonable and hitherto composed people have been driven to distraction by media manipulation and/or circumstances beyond their control (Sir Isaac Newton, Phil Brown and Jesus Christ to name but three). And, let's face it Susan Boyle is at the very least one bollock short of the full scrotum (although, in fairness, that has not interfered with Lance Armstrong's inalienable right to 'tweet'). Let the woman get pissed-up and go mental. Just don't start moralizing about it, or being any more patronizing than you already are.

With any luck, Boyle will go the full nine-yards and get axe-murderous on our asses, starting with the repulsive, Les Dennis-jilting vacuum Amanda Holden, moving onto chinless muppet Piers Morgan, carving a chunk or two out of profesional c*nt Craig 'Revel' Horwood and finishing off with a countrywide massacre of all the morons who have talked down to this woman, tried to manipulate her appearance and lifestyle and made her a commodity when she is so obviously ill-equipped to cope

Jesus, I do care after all... AC

How the internet makes everything that is amazing, really terrible eventually

I love you internets. But I also hate you. Why? I have come to realise that every moment of brilliant comedy gold that you feed me is invariably tainted by the fact that it will evolve into some kind of nightmarishly popular and unavoidedly ubiquitus internet meme that will proceed to infiltrate almost every aspect of my life, until the original humour has been so distilled, that instead of making me laugh, it will knock another dent into my decreasing faith in humanity, slowly accelerating my progress towards a point where I am forced to launch a pathetic failed suicide bid, which David Hasselhoff may or may not find hilarious. That's why.

Look what you've done to poor Rick Astley:



You've turned his whole life into a joke. Rick Rolling went too far. Look at him barging that stooge kid, who is likely getting paid the same as him, out of the way so that he can sing and get the hell out of there. Look at the the pained, forced smile on his face, concealing the emotions of a man thinking 'was it worth it? Keeping the same haircut for twenty-two years. All for this?' If you look carefully at his eyes I'm pretty sure he's crying.

Another nadir was reached when internet users voted him 'Best Act Ever' at the MTV awards. The sight of a matching tweed trouser and tie wearing Perez Hilton announcing that 'Rick Ass-ley" had won but wasn't there to collect the award was devastating. Especially as we all knew that, as Perez spoke, Rick was backstage, sitting in a locked toilet cubicle, almost passed out from embarrassment, with a shotgun in his mouth daring himself to use his big toe to pull the trigger.

It's the same with everything that starts out good online. And I almost exclusively blame this on the rise of real grown-ups learning how to use the internet. The following pictures will show that I use the term grown up with no reference to age:


The FMyLife and Texts From Last Night websites were pretty funny. But then they were taken over by people whose sense of humour has been so dulled by the exigencies of working 9 to 5 in some corporate hell hole, that they have no idea when to let a good joke die. Look at this post:

Today, I went to the Verizon because my phone was broken. It hadn't rang or received a text in 3 weeks. So, I got to the store they check out my phone. There was nothing wrong with it. No one had called me in 3 weeks. Then they charged me $30. FML

That's not funny. It's just plain boring. It's also a lie. Thankfully, the web has had the grace to throw up a delightful parody site in the form of MyLifeIsAverage. But God damn you internets you're going to make that rubbish soon aren't you. I hate you. FC

ps. Love you really

A few pointers for the general public on the bus.

1) When the electronic display (handily placed both upstairs and downstairs so that everybody on the bus can see it) bears the legend: 'bus stopping', this means that the bus is now (or will soon be) stopping. You need not, therefore, repeatedly push the bell once you see the display read 'bus stopping', for the simple reason that the bus cannot be any more stopping than it already is.

2) When you have a conversation on your mobile phone, you need not broadcast the contents of said call to everybody else on the bus. Believe it or not, they might not actually be interested! Furthermore, you need not subscribe to the unwritten rule that the volume of your voice increases exponentially with the inanity of the conversation.

3) In the morning, when you are seated on the top deck of the bus at the back, and you have already flown in the face of traditional notions of personal sound concealant (= headphones), why not try blasting out something relaxing or light-hearted instead of your more outre confection of gabba, bashment, reggaeton or auto-tune daddy Akon? Perhaps Jordy, who is fast becoming a Hot Rant staple.

4) Popular deodorant brands include Sure, Lynx and Right Guard. They can be purchased in all good chemists, supermarkets and even cornershops. The application of said deodorant prior to a bus journey ensures a happier time all round.

5) Not everybody is psychic. If you require the person sitting on your outside to move to allow you to get out, why not ask them nicely! Not everybody interprets a grunting noise and a death-scowl to the back of the head as a request to slide over.

Any top tips on how not to behave on the bus that I have missed are covered in the following seven-minute epic - the 'Stairway to Heaven' of African men arguing on the bus, if you will...



AC

Shift

I thought it'll be a bad day today.shall not elaborate.but it wasnt (: kind souls are everywhere and i met one today ((:

anw lt is a good tutor (: taught me math goodie..thanks to his unique but effective way of getting me to study, i managed to learn quite abit.if not i sure die ): would had wasted the day again.thank you lt ((: but as irritating as ever, he kept insulting me bleh!

Metro Station

I just can't believe it. When I think about how some bands get international recognition from perpetrating these kind of audio visual crimes, it just cuts me up. Metro Station are just horrible. Ugly, ugly teenagers peddling lazy dancey pop-punk with no sign of shame or referential knowing to anything that is right or good in popular music anymore. At least Jordy had integrity and sang with a true passion and insight for the trials he was living through. It's no surprise the French banned that kind of hardline truth-telling.
That Metro Station's video for Shake It (oh god, just the name makes me want to die) was the worst thing I saw on 100 channels of Egyptian and American cable television drivel on a recent family holiday to the Middle East speaks volumes. This is a country (delightful in so many ways save ludicrous swine flu contingency plans and, you know, human rights discrepancies) where every single damn music video is of a man in sunglasses and a white suit, covered in hair gel, moaning dross over early 90's quality keyboard string banks. EVERY SINGLE DAMN VIDEO.

The sheer number of cringeworthy facets of the song is hard to believe:
- The inital call to arms of 'LETS DROP' seguing into the most underwhelming excuse for a hybrid indie / dance beat imagineable.
- The senseless, banal lyrics about ugly teenagers touching each other and 'shaking it'. Seriously, the chorus is so pointless and awful that the lyrics genuinely lose any understandable meaning by the end of the song, like when you say a word out loud until it doesn't mean anything anymore.
- The singer's ghastly, terrifying autotuned sex offender-priest sigh-singing, gloriously backed up by the other chap's atonal nasal blurts.
- The damn breakdancing nerds.
- The 'singing' at the camera. So, so, so smug.
- The gangly fellow's diseased looking pierced face. And his name's Chase. Lordy!
- Just everything. The horrible guitars, boring drumming, Pro-Tools'ed everything.

It makes New Found Glory sound like Springsteen.

You stupid kids want good new music?: http://www.myspace.com/dinosaurjr.

There. God. TH

Erik's European Sendoff

Erik is going to Europe! There's a facebook event for a going away party with the details on it. He posted it on our group, so I figured I'd put it out here for the folks without facebook.

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=93888908409&ref=ts

Results for IBUKI "Extra" on May 4, 2009

Results for IBUKI "Extra" on May 4, 2009 at Itabashi Green Hall, Tokyo, Japan.

Tomoka Nakagawa defeated SENDAI Girl's Yukari Ishino in 9:37 with the CRB.

Ray over SENDAI Girl Hiren in 11:59 with a Moonsault Press.

Misaki Ohata wrestled SENDAI Girl's DASH Chisako to the 20 minute time limit resulting in a draw.
THEN 5 more minutes were out on the clock, and they still went to another draw.
When's the last time you saw a 25 minute match with the WWE Divas that went to a draw?

The tag team of Ryo Mizunami and Sendai Sachiko beat Hiroyo Matsumoto and Esui in 21:22.
Mizunami used a Diving Guillotine Drop on Esui.
Again...a 22 minute womens match.

You can find out more about IBUKI at their website here:
http://s-ovation.com/wrestling/english.html

Or their MySpace page here:
http://www.myspace.com/ibukipro