景軒和景熙他们媽の完全手册: July 2006

Monday, July 31, 2006

自己的聲音···聼不見

大家好久不见！都还好吧？

最近有一点忙，忙着焦急。。。忙着害怕。面临着一个人住的生活就快要开始了，不知怎么的，经常不由自主地哭了起来。。。也许是怕孤独吧。害怕那种，一整天都无法听到自己声音的情况，好像几乎都忘了自己的声音是怎么样的。我很害怕那种感觉。。。。

很希望，世界，可以再小一点。。。这样，我们之间的距离，就不用那么明显了。。。

Friday, July 14, 2006

影子

突然发现，在伤感的时候，听周杰伦的歌，会觉得慢慢喜欢上伤感的滋味，觉得伤感，其实也是个挺美的感觉。。。

美意,原来不一定要繁华，亮丽，
因为只要感觉有你在身旁，一切都是完美的.
但...

如果我的地平线上少了你的影子，就算拥尽了成千上万的伤感，

我又能和谁分享这份美呢？

"还要多久我才能在你身边？
等到放晴的那天...
也许我会比较好一点？"

Thursday, July 13, 2006

自我安慰（不要想歪）

最近心情不怎么漂亮，就放一些开心的东西，试着转换心情吧！

我的小公主

从前的小公主

慢慢变成很端庄，很美丽的公主了。。

超久前的我

不久前的我

沉思中的我。。。其实是在想我为什么那么胖

装美丽 – 不是我的名

整支手差一点被鸟吃掉

不要这样，我会脚软。。。

此时此刻，我不介意我是黄秋生！

拍我吧，我让你拍

我不得不认命。。。这才是我的真明天子。。。

从前的我们

最近的我们

今晚将跟一大班同事去吃印度咖哩料理，

我现在也没什么心情写下去了。。。

他媽的王八蛋！

靠！

愤怒啊！

看这个片段，很明显的看得出 Materazzi 那个混蛋在向 Zidane 挑拨。

我将烧掉我的那间意大利衬衫！

要买一件法国的啦！

I am so going to burn my Italia vest!

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

The Unbearable Pain-ness of Being Zizou

不介意吧！又多一章。。。。

People have been talking about the head of Zinedine Zidane for the last 48 hours or so.

If you are still wondering what the buzz was about his head (the one located above his shoulders that is), welcome back to planet Earth.

Google Zidane in Image and you’ll see that famous head of his in hardcore action. And I mean, really hard.

What I am amazed at was the motivation that had driven him to do such a thing, not so much of the impending World Cup final match at stake, but rather –
Doesn’t it hurt when he did that???

Study the clip, and do something similar to your pillow. I reckon it wouldn’t hurt that much but that amount of velocity and force as you bring your head to a speed of no less than 30mph and land it in a crash like that is enough to turn those jelly-like cerebral fluid into milkshake.

Now imagine doing the same on something harder, ask your partner or spouse to volunteer. (NOTE: NOT EVERY BODY ORGAN THAT’S HARD CAN BE USED AS PART OF THE SIMULATION). I bet your brain would have taken so serious a knock-about in the skull that it would take a few seconds for you to realise something as important as that you’re actually STILL playing in the World Cup final.

As hard as a head can be, it is undisputable that not only does the landing impact causes potential damage to the head, the landing position of the head upon the object plays a critical role in the eventual injury that might ensue. As the muscles are contracted and you bring your head into a backward movement before the forceful launch, you are essentially utilising every vertebrae that begins from the cervical spine, a structure that contains and protects the spinal cord, supports the skull and enable diverse head movements. As you enable your head forward in one clean powerful thrust, the complex system of ligaments, tendons and muscles that supports and stabilise the cervical spine takes on an excessive amount of movement that could ultimately result in serious injury.

The results that may immediately follow are dire. Nerve impulses travel to and from the brain through the spinal cord to a specific location by way of the peripheral nervous system that is a complex system of nerves that branch off from the spinal nerve roots. These nerves travel outside of the spinal canal or spinal cord into the organs, arms, legs, and fingers – essentially throughout the entire body.

Injury or mild trauma to the cervical spine would most definitely cause pain, numbness, weakness, and symptoms of tingling sensations. As the cervical nerves control many bodily functions and sensory activities involving the head, neck, upper body muscles, triceps, biceps, wrists and hands, a head butt like that of Sunday’s match would most certainly cause at least a momentary loss of physical prowess and agility.

So, even if the red card had not been shown, the Z-force may have already been diminished and would not have proved as much of a threat as it had before the deed.

Indeed it hurts.

But there are some things bigger than football and there are things that hurt beyond the tolerance of the physique. The mind, not the body is the point of vulnerability. Materazzi got that right, that bastard.

For Zidane, I reckon the hurt is not the stinging image that marked his retirement from professional football but rather the hurt he has to bear with when Materazzi made those taunting remarks.

I would have the balls cut off of whoever that hurt my loved ones and have them served to me on a plate (as Zidane's mother have said), touchwood.

And for once, I applaud the act of violence in this instance.

It is celestial.

Monday, July 10, 2006

破戒啦！

因为当场想起，想写就写，随便啦！写一点英文的也好啦！

I want to say something in ‘memory’ of Zidane, or rather, in defence of football, and sports. Although I had just won £16 from the little game that was going on in the office and I had drew Italy as my winning team, to me, France is still the winning team.

I don't want to put a picture of Zidane because I don't want to really dwell on it, so I thought of a croissant, quite an epitome of the French too, no?

Zidane has bowed out of the football scene with such a bang. Instead of a standing ovation which he so rightly deserve, he went out with a big red angbao after headbutting into the chest of Italian Marco Materazzi (why not mine? I don’t mind you headbutting into my chest you know Zidane, because they can’t get any flatter….). I will never forget the moments after seeing the replay on the screen. At first the confusion, the Italian goalkeeper who was decked in a banana skin look-alike gear charging towards Zidane with absoloute fury while Materazzi lies crouching on the ground wringing in agony. Zidane? A showdown involving Zidane? An act of violence, on the field, by Zidane?????

“Zidane plays the ball like a sorcerer.”
“Look at the way he caresses the ball.”
“He is an absolute inspiration on the field.”
“Zidane plays football like he’s breathing air.”

These comments and many more of the same calibre was what most, if not all sports commentators say about the No. 10 in every Les Bleus match. Zinedine Zidane was indeed an iconic figure on the pitch, seeing him handle the ball (sorry ah, I don’t know many football lingo so just anyhow write hor) made me fell in love with him. When the ITV commentator remarked on how Zidane caresses the ball, I can swear my heart skipped at least 3 beats as my mind immediately conjured up an image of Zidane caressing me….ha! Of course, lust aside, there is no dispute about the magic he injects into the game, though it is apparent that that’s wearing off as age catches up, but still, THAT kind of magic is suffice to immortalise him as one of the greatest legends of football.

All words and no pictures very dull right? So I put one French loaf here.

More is better

But Sunday’s match was such a joy to watch! France had all the upperhand, never mind the wrinkly ones compared to the younger Italian team. I was so looking forward to an end that would usher in a fitting retirement for my hero, victory or defeat, with his arms stretched up above his heads, clapping and thanking the audience, sending out flying kisses with the camera rolling around him in a 360 style. That kind of scene would befit the legacy that Zidane has left behind for the good of football in his career that had spanned just over 12 years.

What made him chose the exact opposite?

Like me, many of us will be wondering: Why? Why? Why?

I can apprehend the fury at that moment in time.

But adrenaline is a double-edged sword to all sportsmen. After all, it can be such a boost when you are tired, but such a curse when you are infuriated.

What had caused the headbutt, maybe we would never know. But I suppose we should not press for an answer anymore. Zidane has bowed out, albeit not in the most fashionable style, but most will remember him for the Zidane that we all knew. I know I would.

And since he's leaving already, we should avoid letting that one moment of folly distract us from all those glorious moments of magic.

Headbutt or not, that head of his has done many more good than bad. So let’s just leave him alone and let him retire to his luxurious mansions and endless pensions. Who knows, maybe he will show a trump card and announce that he’s not going to retire anymore as he wants to make amends, to redeem himself???

There were also some speculations that the France vs Brazil match was rigged. True, the Brazilians played as if they had lao sai-ed the entire night before, but to say that the Brazilians purposely “release water” 放水 baffles me. It is no wonder that football matches are regular customers of corruption and fixing, but on a stage like this, the World Cup, a deciding game and from a team that’s supposedly born for football, how can the match be rigged? I abhor such sayings. Maybe I’m naïve, but I simply refuse to believe that the lure of money can override the passion for sports and life.

That being said, World Cup 2006 is finally over. A 4-year wait is really not that far ahead.

The next World Cup shall hopefully be enjoyed with a third party around in the house.

Patter patter patter.

雞蛋！意大利贏了！

看我这张得意大花痴脸，这件衬衫也是球赛前两个小时才买的，本来是要买法国队的，可是卖完了，随便啦! 就买件意大利的。别看我穿意大利的衬衫，但是我却是支持法国那队的，真的！Steve 说如果我是在 pub 看球赛的话早就被打死了，因为我拼命的为法国加油，但身上却是穿着意大利的球衣，真是两头蛇！

可惜。。。为什么我的 Zidane 那么失常？法国打得那么顺利，节奏配得那么的好，眼看第二个进球就快要来临而胜权在握时，他却选择头怀送抱。要退休也不要拿个大红包退休啊，大笨蛋。。。人家要挤你的奶，不是让人家挤啰！你明明就叫做挤奶的鸡蛋嘛！

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