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About Me

Standing by, All the way. Here to help you through your day. Holding you up, When you are weak, Helping you find what it is you seek. Catching your tears, When you cry. Pulling you through when the tide is high. Absorbing your voice When you talk. Standing by when you learn to walk. Just being there, Through thick and thin, All just to say, you are my friend.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Hansel and Gretel





A reckless youngster Eun-soo drives to his mother's, and has a car accident. When Eun-soo wakes up, he meets a mysterious girl and is led to her fairytale-like house in the middle of the forest. There, Eun-soo is trapped with the girl and her siblings who never age. Soon he learns all the adults who visited or stayed in the house have met mysterious yet terrible ends. More shockingly, their cruel deaths are drawn in details and made into a fairytale book by the children. Scared Eun-soo tries to find the way out, but the house is secluded in the forest with no way out. Thereafter, Eun-soo discovers a book which tells a brutal end of none other than himself!

Hansel and Gretel












Near BY a great forest dwelt a poor wood-cutter with his wife and his two children. The boy was called Hansel and the girl Gretel. He had little to bite and to break, and once when great dearth fell on the land, he could no longer procure even daily bread. Now when he thought over this by night in his bed, and tossed about in his anxiety, he groaned and said to his wife: "What is to become of us? How are we to feed our poor children, when we no longer have anything even for ourselves?" "I'11 tell you what, husband," answered the woman, "early to-morrow morning we will take the children out into the forest to where it is the thickest; there we will light a fire for them, and give each of them one more piece of bread, and then we will go to our work and leave them alone. They will not find the way home again, and we shall be rid of them." "No, wife," said the man, "I will not do that; how can I bear to leave my children alone in the forest--the wild animals would soon come and tear them to pieces." "0, you fool!" said she, "then we must all four die of hunger, you may as well plane the planks for our coffins," and she left him no peace until he consented. "But I feel very sorry for the poor children, all the same," said the man.
The two children had also not been able to sleep for hunger, and had heard what their step-mother had said to their father. Gretel wept bitter tears, and said to Hansel: "Now all is over with us." "Be quiet, Gretel," said Hansel, "do not distress yourself, I will soon find a way to help us." And when the old folks had fallen asleep, he got up, put on his little coat, opened the door below, and crept outside. The moon shone brightly, and the white pebbles which lay in front of the house glittered like real silver pennies. Hansel stooped and stuffed the little pocket of his coat with as many as he could get in. Then he went back and said to Gretel: "Be comforted, dear little sister, and sleep in peace, God will not forsake us," and he lay down again in his bed. When day dawned, but before the sun had risen, the woman came and awoke the two children, saying: "Get up, you sluggards! We are going into the forest to fetch wood." She gave each a little piece of bread, and said: "There is something for your dinner, but do not eat it up before then, for you will get nothing else." Gretel took the bread under her apron, as Hansel had the pebbles in his pocket. Then they all set out together on the way to the forest. When they had walked a short time, Hansel stood still and peeped back at the house, and did so again and again. His father said: "Hansel, what are you looking at there and staying behind for? Pay attention, and do not forget how to use your legs." "Ah, father," said Hansel, "I am looking at my little white cat, which is sitting up on the roof, and wants to say good-bye to me." The wife said: "Fool, that is not your little cat, that is the morning sun which is shining on the chimneys." Hansel, however, had not been looking back at the cat, but had been constantly throwing one of the white pebble-stones out of his pocket on the road.
When they had reached the middle of the forest, the father said: "Now, children, pile up some wood, and I will light a fire that you may not be cold." Hansel and Gretel gathered brushwood together, as high as a little hill. The brushwood was lighted, and when the flames were burning very high, the woman said: "Now, children, lay yourselves down by the fire and rest, we will go into the forest and cut some wood. When we have done, we will come back and fetch you away."
Hansel and Gretel sat by the fire, and when noon came, each ate a little piece of bread, and as they heard the strokes of the wood-axe they believed that their father was near. It was not the axe, however, but a branch which he had fastened to a withered tree which the wind was blowing backwards and forwards. And as they had been sitting such a long time, their eyes closed with fatigue, and they fell fast asleep. When at last they awoke, it was already dark night. Gretel began to cry and said: "How are we to get out of the forest now?" But Hansel comforted her and said: "Just wait a little, until the moon has risen, and then we will soon find the way." And when the full moon had risen, Hansel took his little sister by the hand, and followed the pebbles which shone like newly-coined silver pieces, and showed them the way.
They walked the whole night long, and by break of day came once more to their father's house. They knocked at the door, and when the woman opened it and saw that it was Hansel and Gretel, she said: "You naughty children, why have you slept so long in the forest--we thought you were never coming back at all!" The father, however, rejoiced, for it had cut him to the heart to leave them behind alone.
ot long afterwards, there was once more great dearth throughout the land, and the children heard their mother saying at night to their father: "Everything is eaten again, we have one half loaf left, and that is the end. The children must go, we will take them farther into the wood, so that they will not find their way out again; there is no other means of saving ourselves!" The man's heart was heavy, and he thought: "It would be better for you to share the last mouthful with your children." The woman, however, would listen to nothing that he had to say, but scolded and reproached him. He who says A must say B, likewise, and as he had yielded the first time, he had to do so a second time also.
The children, however, were still awake and had heard the conversation. When the old folks were asleep, Hansel again got up, and wanted to go out and pick up pebbles as he had done before, but the woman had locked the door, and Hansel could not get out. Nevertheless he comforted his little sister, and said: "Do not cry, Gretel, go to sleep quietly, the good God will help us."
Early in the morning came the woman, and took the children out of their beds. Their piece of bread was given to them, but it was still smaller than the time before. On the way into the forest Hansel crumbled his in his pocket, and often stood still and threw a morsel on the ground. "Hansel, why do you stop and look round " said the father, "go on." "I am looking back at my little pigeon which is sitting on the roof, and wants to say good-bye to me," answered Hansel. "Fool!" said the woman, "that is not Your little pigeon, that is the morning sun that is shining on the chimney." Hansel, however, little by little, threw all the crumbs on the path.
The woman led the children still deeper into the forest, where they had never in their lives been before. Then a great fire was again made, and the mother said: "Just sit there, you children, and when you are tired you may sleep a little; we are going into the forest to cut wood, and in the evening when we are done, we will come and fetch you away." When it was noon, Gretel shared her piece of bread with Hansel, who had scattered his by the way. Then they fell asleep and evening passed, but no one came to the poor children. They did not awake until it was dark night, and Hansel comforted his little sister and said: "Just wait, Gretel, until the moon rises, and then we shall see the crumbs of bread which I have strewn about, they will show us our way home again." When the moon came they set out, but they found no crumbs, for the many thousands of birds which fly about in the woods and fields had picked them all up.
Hansel said to Gretel: "We shall soon find the way," but they did not find it. They walked the whole night and all the next day too from morning till evening, but they did not get out of the forest, and were very hungry, for they had nothing to eat but two or three berries, which grew on the ground. And as they were so weary that their legs would carry them no longer, they lay down beneath a tree and fell asleep.
t was now three mornings since they had left their father's house. They began to walk again, but they always came deeper into the forest, and if help did not come soon, they must die of hunger and weariness. When it was mid-day, they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough, which sang so delightfully that they stood still and listened to it. And when its song was over, it spread its wings and flew away before them, and they followed it until they reached a little house, on the roof of which it alighted; and when they approached the little house they saw that it was built of bread and covered with cakes, but that the windows were of clear sugar. "We will set to work on that," said Hansel, "and have a good meal. I will eat a bit of the roof, and you Gretel, can eat some of the window, it will taste sweet." Hansel reached up above, and broke off a little of the roof to try how it tasted, and Gretel leant against the window and nibbled at the panes. Then a soft voice cried from the parlor:
"Nibble, nibble, gnaw,Who is nibbling at my little house?"
The children answered:
"The wind, the wind,The heaven-born wind,"
and went on eating without disturbing themselves. Hansel, who liked the taste of the roof, tore down a great piece of it, and Gretel pushed out the whole of one round window-pane, sat down, and enjoyed herself with it. Suddenly the door opened, and a woman as old as the hills, who supported herself on crutches, came creeping out. Hansel and Gretel were so terribly frightened that they let fall what they had in their hands. The old woman, however, nodded her head, and said: "Oh, you dear children, who has brought you here Do come in, and stay with me. No harm shall happen to you." She took them both by the hand, and led them into her little house. Then good food was set before them, milk and pancakes, with sugar, apples, and nuts. Afterwards two pretty little beds were covered with clean white linen, and Hansel and Gretel lay down in them, and thought they were in heaven.
The old woman had only pretended to be so kind; she was in reality a wicked witch, who lay in wait for children, and had only built the little house of bread in order to entice them there. When a child fell into her power, she killed it, cooked and ate it, and that was a feast day with her. Witches have red eyes, and cannot see far, but they have a keen scent like the beasts, and are aware when human beings draw near. When Hansel and Gretel came into her neighborhood, she laughed with malice, and said mockingly: "I have them, they shall not escape me again!" Early in the morning before the children were awake, she was already up, and when she saw both of them sleeping and looking so pretty, with their plump and rosy cheeks, she muttered to herself: "That will be a dainty mouthfull" Then she seized Hansel with her shriveled hand, carried him into a little stable, and locked him in behind a grated door. Scream as he might, it would not help him. Then she went to Gretel, shook her till she awoke, and cried: "Get up, lazy thing, fetch some water, and cook something good for your brother, he is in the stable outside, and is to be made fat. When he is fat, I will eat him." Gretel began to weep bitterly, but it was all in vain, for she was forced to do what the wicked witch commanded.
And now the best food was cooked for poor Hansel, but Gretel got nothing but crab-shells. Every morning the woman crept to the little stable, and cried: "Hansel, stretch out your finger that I may feel if you will soon be fat." Hansel, however, stretched out a little bone to her, and the old woman, who had dim eyes, could not see it, and thought it was Hansel's finger, and was astonished that there was no way of fattening him. When four weeks had gone by, and Hansel still remained thin, she was seized with impatience and would not wait any longer. "Now, then, Gretel," she cried to the girl, "stir yourself, and bring some water. Let Hansel be fat or lean, to-morrow I will kill him, and cook him." Ah, how the poor little sister did lament when she had to fetch the water, and how her tears did flow down her cheeks! "Dear God, do help us," she cried. "If the wild beasts in the forest had but devoured us, we should at any rate have died together." "Just keep your noise to yourself," said the old woman, "it won't help you at all."
arly in the morning, Gretel had to go out and hang up the cauldron with the water, and light the fire. "We will bake first," said the old woman, "I have already heated the oven, and kneaded the dough." She pushed poor Gretel out to the oven, from which flames of fire were already darting. "Creep in," said the witch, "and see if it is properly heated, so that we can put the bread in." And once Gretel was inside, she intended to shut the oven and let her bake in it, and then she would eat her, too. But Gretel saw what she had in mind, and said: "I do not know how I am to do it; how do I get in?" "Silly goose," said the old woman. "The door is big enough; just look, I can get in myself!" and she crept up and thrust her head into the oven. Then Gretel gave her a push that drove her far into it, and shut the iron door, and fastened the bolt. Oh then she began to howl quite horribly, but Gretel ran away, and the godless witch was miserably burnt to death.
Gretel, however, ran like lightning to Hansel, opened his little stable, and cried: "Hansel, we are saved! The old witch is dead!" Then Hansel sprang like a bird from its cage when the door is opened. How they did rejoice and embrace each other, and dance about and kiss each other! And as they had no longer any need to fear her, they went into the witch's house, and in every corner there stood chests full of pearls and jewels. "These are far better than pebbles!" said Hansel, and thrust into his pockets whatever could be got in, and Gretel said: "I, too, will take something home with me," and filled her pinafore full. "But now we must be off," said Hansel, "that we may get out of the witch's forest."
When they had walked for two hours, they came to a great stretch of water. "We cannot cross," said Hansel, "I see no foot-plank, and no bridge." "And there is also no ferry," answered Gretel, "but a white duck is swimming there; if I ask her, she will help us over." Then she cried:
"Little duck, little duck, dost thou see,Hansel and Gretel are waiting for thee?There's never a plank, or bridge in sight,Take us across on thy back so white.
The duck came to them, and Hansel seated himself on its back, and told his sister to sit by him. "No," replied Gretel, "that will be too heavy for the little duck; she shall take us across, one after the other." The good little duck did so, and when they were once safely across and had walked for a short time, the forest seemed to be more and more familiar to them, and at length they saw from afar their father's house. Then they began to run, rushed into the parlor, and threw themselves round their father's neck. The man had not known one happy hour since he had left the children in the forest; the woman, however, was dead. Gretel emptied her pinafore until pearls and precious stones ran about the room, and Hansel threw one handful after another out of his pocket to add to them. Then all anxiety was at an end, and they lived together in perfect happiness.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Anticipation










Chelsea gave a commendable performance at Anfield last night. Despite Liverpool playing extremely well, I saw enough from the Blues to know that Man U will be in for a hard time on Saturday. Ballack was amazing as he created chances for Joe Cole, took the ball away from several Reds tacklers and generally passed well and did not lose the ball. Lampard is still short of match fitness as he has been at the bedside of his sick but hopefully recovering mum, however maybe with a day's training he would be good enough for ManU on saturday. Michael Essien should start in place of Makelele and Mikel is also available. With Malouda also getting valuable match time, I can see an improvement in his performance again on saturday. Kalou has generally been important for us and he has taken over the role of running at defenders and between them since Arjen Robben departed. Ashley cole needs to wake up his idea though and focus on defending the backline properly. With the most crucial two games of our season at Stamford bridge, I can really smell the consecutive victories.


Go all the way ! My Blues!

The answer to the question by TNP postman

The PFA player of the year award will most definitely go to Christiano Ronaldo. While it will be a close call between the same player and Torres for the Young player award, the fact that Torres is in his first year with a new team in the world's most competitive league will edge it for him.

You just need to look at previous years where players with tangible success in either domestic or european competitions won the award to know who the award will end up with. Henry(twice) and Terry won it after leading Arsenal and Chelsea respectively to the EPL title, Gerrard in 06 for his heroics in Istanbul and FA cup final the following year and of course Ronaldo last year for his major part in wrestling the title away from Chelsea. The fact that these players achieved major honours with their club is testament to their abilities and form. There can be no question about both regarding Ronaldo these 2 years. The way Ronaldo runs at defenders, create chances for his team,scores so many goals and even track back to defend put him way out of the league of the other players bar Gerrard. The fact that Man U totallyy dominates Liverpool means Ronaldo will add to his cabinet the same award he won last year.

Torres in his debut season has proved to be a fantastic player by scoring loads of goal and help Liverpool maintain her target of achieving either 4th or 3rd every season. He has scored against great teams like Arsenal, Chelsea and Inter-Milan, all in a season where people were expecting him to be adjusting to a totally foreign team and league. His team may just end up being empty handed for the 2nd season straight but we cannot help but admire his passion and commitment in a red shirt. It will be tight between him and Ronaldo but I guess most people find it dull after seeing Ronaldo the recepient at so many award ceremony that they find Torres to be a good alternative.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Just a Car





21st April 2008 one day countdown

There were no networks available on the mrt. I would have wanted to blog on the page direct but that was not to be. --- 6.15pm Harborfront MRT station

7.15pm Kovan
There are two things I want to do before I go home today. First would be blog. There has always been long interval in between periods where I blog. Usually I fill in the vaccum by posting pictures I took. Pictures of places I have been to, interesting things I have seen or the nice food I have been eating. I would always add a mental note to update in words the story associated with the pictures. More often than not, my mental notes ended up in my cerebral dustbin. So in the end this blog has more pictures than words. On the other hand, I will also copy wholesale, texts from football websites, news about my favourite team and place them on my blog. In other words, this blog is badly neglected in terms of personal input.
There will be times when I am more inclined to blog than others. Usually that would be times when I have no access to a computer, spontaneous thoughts and musings that fleet across my mind, coherent and interesting enough that I would want to give these thoughts a cyber if not solid form. However I would be more distracted by the game on my PC to ever find time to blog. Another period where I want to blog would be during times of stress, that is while preparing for exams. Anything would be better than studying.

7.20pm Kovan
My blog should be given a facelift. Mainly for personal satisfaction. For the past weeks, while not studyiing/playing fifa08/tutoring, I have been playing around with photoshop7. My subjects would usually be pictures of friends or acquaintances. Nothing much came from that, maybe just a few very interesting resultant combination. I have not been doing much with texts/words or cartoons or pictures of inanimate objects. I have downloaded a few pictures, mostly holy or macabre ones. I should begin to experiment on these soon. Maybe I could design a background for the title of this blog. In the beat of a heart. I changed the color combination for this blog already. I like the new combi. Maybe I am not so much of a black and white and grey person. What is that word on my mind? Psychedelic? I am not so sure about the spelling but who cares. I wonder if a skull or a few angels would look out of place against the background color.

Liverpool Vs Chelsea
Venue: Anfield
There is no doubt that liverpool has the psychological advantage going into this fixture. They have one of the best midfielders in the world who happens to be one of the most consistent performer in the champions league. Also they have a lethal marksman who has power and pace, true power and terrifying pace. Few can compare to Torres in these two aspects. Perhaps Rooney and Ronaldo, of whom only Ronaldo is equally prolific. Then there is Reina who always seem to have a good game against Chelsea at Anfield or elsewhere, except Stamford Bridge. Put Carragher in front of him and the improving Skrtel, you do have one of the most consistent defences around. Ryan Babel has always impressed me when I watch him play. The ability to dribble between opposition players and past them reminds me of Arjen Robben.
They have a good record and the most intimidating stadium and that would no doubt spur the Reds players on to competing at 100 or 120% of their normal abilities. Of course, to match Liverpool, we need Ballack to perform to his maximum abilities, and add alot more steel to his game. We need our right back to keep their attacks in check and lastly we need Drogba to be in inspired form. Think back to 2006 1-4 win to Chelsea. Drogba did everything correct but score, but four others did after he had opened up the Liverpool's defense. Publicly, Lampard has warned of not using revenge as a motivator, but what is wrong if revenge for the wrongs of the last 3 seasons can help us to a rousing victory at the most hostile of places. To quote SAF, we would absolutely love it to win away even though this is just the semi finals. In Joe Cole, we have someone who never gives up, even though on many occasions, the managers choose to give him up in the last quarter of the match. He has the skill and tenacity to beat many world class defenders. AT the end of his crosses or passes would be Lampard or Drogba , of course in the event both are fit. These two appears to be really well shackled in recent games against the reds and it should really be time for them to start performing again in these big games. Tackle for tackle, lunges for lunges. The right amount of pace and trickery at the crucial moments. That is what they need to bring to the game. Just look at how hard Cech is fighting to be fit for Chelsea's games, the risks he knows he is taking, these two should take inspiration from the Czech.
Chelsea do not play exceptionally well away from home. In fact they are also struggling to create opportunities at home. So I would say , to put it mildly, the conditions are not favorable for Chelsea. Yet this is the 3rd or 4th time in a semi final Chelsea are facing Liverpool in the semi final if you would count the FA Cup two years ago. I noticed that the players lacked the motivation , the desire to win and the heart for fiesty challenges. But one thing that made me continue to support or even love them when they are not playing well is their often stubborn mentality to do well against adversity. It is a Mourinho trait. Some people call it a fighting spirit.
This is still almost the same team that won at Stamford Bridge 4-2 against a talented Barcelona, a team that won 3-0 against Man U in the following season to clinch the league title and most recently beat Arsenal 2-1 from behind to stay in the title race. The two matches after this tuesday's would see Chelsea playing twice at home against Man U and Liverpool to stay in the hunt for both the EPL title and the Champions League Final. Many of Chelsea's players play as individuals. Yet many of them are match winners and that has seen them still keeping up with the pace Man U is setting. The team effort is lacking on many occasions and without Mourinho at the helm to inspire them, you can imagine their spirit is slowly disintegrating. But do not forget that it is the legacy that Mourinho left behind that Chelsea are fighting to preserve in the following two games. And I would love it, absolutely love it, if we beat the two teams in RED.
Avram Grant gave a disastrous interview following Chelsea's victory over Everton. Was it similar to what Claudio Ranieri was feeling after Chelsea's semi final match against Monaco? When he realized that the club is looking for a change in leadershipby approaching Mourinho? Did Avram Grant catch news of a surrendipitious approach for another manager by the Chelsea management? Did he feel unloved by the blues brigade despite boasting a similar record with Mourinho?
The relationship between Mourinho and Chelsea borders on love. To mention one brings to mind the other. Chelsea and Mourinho have almost became synonymous during his 3 year tenure. Eponymous. Because he shaped what Chelsea is to the fans in their heart. He turned many new and old believers into believers and fighters with blue blood coursing through their veins. There was a certain pride in being a Blues. The knowledge that we are not easily defeated. and if you cannot defeat us, sooner or later you will lose to us. Just think back to last year's FA cup final against Man U.
Avram Grant will never enjoy the same sort of support Mourinho HAS. Love, respect, admiration all have to be earned. You do it by first talking about victories before proving yourself by walking the talk. Just as you would during a courtship, you promise the world to the pursued, not in boring and unconvincing manners but in eloquent and bombastic deliveries. And you make good on your vows. In football, everyone knows there are no constant winners, we are prepared to lose a title now and then, a cup final or semi final every 2 or 3 years and we will still stick by our teams. They call it through thick and thin. Mourinho did everything he needed to win over our hearts. He called for support for our team in the big games, in the less pretigious games, vocal support, banner support, flags and so on. He won us the title, he won us the Carling cup and he won us the FA cup. He told us we are serial winners. He made us believe. So he is respected and admired. Even when the results don't go our way. Even when we lost the league at Arsenal and the many semi finals to Liverpool.
What is the most important thing a new boyfriend or girlfriend should never do? Compare themselves with the previous one. It is obvious. You should never do it unless you are convinced you are way superior than the previous one and even so you need to convince your beloved that he or she was young and naive with the previous choice and it is really not their fault. Mourinho did that with Ranieri. He let us know that as amiable as Ranieri might be, he was just part of our growing up phase. An inconsequential relationship. Mourinho is the genuine goods, and we were ready to pledge eternity with him.
Cue Avram Grant. He promised to play attacking football, insinuating Chelsea were boring under Mourinho. Lets face it, when was it ever boring? The vicious media attacks? The quotable quotes of parking buses, bird flu is more worrisome than MAN U or the comments about some eggs being higher in quality than others? The goals of Drogba against Arsenal ( I cannot even recall how many exactly did he score against them, I just know it is a lot), the audacious chip from the byline into Barcelona's goalmouth at the Nou Camp, the come from behind 4-1 win against West Ham after going a goal and a Maniche down or the FA cup win in the dying minutes after a good combi by Lampard and Drogba?
You just do not bad mouth your predecessor unless you are Mourinho and of course you should never even consider it if the predecessor happens to be the Special One. Then there is the talks about Steven Gerrard. Mourinho did it in his first year in charge. But Avram Grant? You get the idea.
Of course it is a sign of a great manager if after his departure, the fans and players could find no one better to fill his vacancy. You may bring in Arsene Wenger, Capello, Klinsman or Rijkaard, but no one will be able to duplicate the pride and love of Chelsea and her supporters 2004 - 2007. Success maybe, given that we have Roman's roubles.
As someone once said, love cannot be made to order.

And what was the other thing I wanted to do before going home? Study.--- 9.00pm Kovan end of blogging session.

Sunday, April 20, 2008