Nama alay di Facebook

Anda tentu punya akun facebook bukan?boleh dicek berapa banyak teman anda yang memiliki Nama alay di facebook. nama yang membentuk kalimat tanpa tanda baca dan kombinasi huruf besar-kecil yg aneh.
entah siapa pencetus virus seperti ini pertama kali, yang jelas peminatnya tidak sedikit :))
mungkin untuk menutupi identitas asli, malu dengan nama asli atau hanya sekedar sensasi sesaat yang membuat mereka memilih untuk merubah namanya menjadi Nama alay di Facebook.
APALAH ARTI SEBUAH NAMA? karya Shakespeare sepertinya menjadi ideologi mereka, "yang penting senang, orang facebook punya gw ini" setelah disurvei mereka rata-rata menjawab seperti itu setelah terpojok karena memang tidak tahu tujuan aslinya untuk apa.
aneh,tidak tahu manfaatnya tetapi penggemarnya makin bertambah saja. apakah anda memiliki atau menggunakan Nama alay di Facebook juga? atau berniat mengganti nama anda, berikut saya cantumkan contoh Nama alay di Facebook

• Ingriedt Chetiahh Iyang Chlaloe
• MuUzie Himuhimu Bieablehimui​mudh
• Cyank Cllaluu Dhatii AyankCelamanya

* Just share, no offense :p

Ultrabook Notebook Tipis Harga Murah Terbaik

 Teknologi diciptakan kian hari terkesan lebih ramping, sesuatu yang berukuran besar seperti tidak berdaya. contohnya adalah PC yang berlahan tersingkir oleh laptop. pertama kalinya laptop diciptakan oleh ilmuwan warga thailand berketurunan inggris bernama Adam Osborne. karya adam yang menyerupai laptop pertama kali memiliki ukuran besar, berbentuk seperti kotak minuman dengan tombol-tombol untuk mengetik yang lebar dan ukuran layar yang tidak seimbang dengan besar keyboardnya.
Karya yang berhasil diciptakan Adam berlahan mengalami perubahan dari segala sisi. salah satu perusahan yang terus berinovasi adalah ACER. agar dapat diterima berbagai kalangan ACER terus berinovasi untuk hadware maupun casing barang produksinya. terciptalah produk baru dari perusahaan tersebut yaitu Ultrabook Notebook Tipis Harga Murah Terbaik
Produk  Ultrabook Notebook Tipis Harga Murah Terbaik memiliki design yang sangat ramping dan ringan cocok sekali untuk anda yang selalu aktif, bahkan dapat tertumpu hanya dengan satu tangan sehingga tidak menjadi beban ketika membawanya. 
dari tampilan dan ferforma tidak diragukan lagi, Ultrabook Notebook Tipis Harga Murah Terbaik telah dipersiapkan untuk anda yang memang membutuhkan sesuatu yang segar dan berkualitas dengan harga yang bersahabat.

Adam Osborne boleh bangga dengan ilmunya dan ACER boleh bangga dengan Ultrabook Notebook Tipis Harga Murah Terbaik

Lipsing di Youtube

Anda kenal dengan salah satu foto diatas?yah..mereka adalah orang-orang yang "mendadak" menjadi tekenal bekat video Lipsing di Youtube. Sinta Jojo, Briptu Norman, Moymoy Palaboy (Ronald Obeso dan Rodfil Obeso) mereka adalah contoh yang telah meraup kesuksesan berkat Lipsing di Youtube. 
mungkin anda menilai kebehasilan mereka tekesan instan dan mudah, jika dilihat dari kualitas mungkin anda juga menilai mereka belum layak untuk menjadi seorang seorang seorang Entertainer.

sebenarnya apa yang mereka lakukan tidak telalu sulit, hanya melakukan Lipsing didepan kamera lalu mengunggahnya, saat ini bahkan acara musik ditelevisi sudah banyak menyiarkan artis yang melakukan Lipsing saat konser. lalu kenapa mereka bisa sukses hanya dengan Lipsing?

jawabanya adalah didukung oleh YOUTUBE. yah...kekuatan YOUTUBE memang layak dipuji untuk membuat nama seseorang terkenal, walau layanan sejenis banyak beredar tetapi YOUTUBE tetap digemari dan terus bertambah tiap harinya. acara televisi sekarang juga banyak sekali yang menjadikan YOUTUBE sebagai sumber bahan acaranya. 

semuanya adalah rangkaian hidup, tuhan tetap yang menentukan. yang jelas akan terus bertambah Sinta Jojo, Briptu Norman, Moymoy Palaboy (Ronald Obeso dan Rodfil Obeso) baru yang menyalurkan bakat mereka dengan Video  Lipsing di Youtube. apakah anda salah satu dari mereka?

United Nations Climate Change Conference at 2011

In 28 November to 11 December 2011 The United Nations Climate Change Conference was held in Durban, South Africa to establish a new treaty to limit carbon emissions. The conference agreed to a legally binding deal comprising all countries, which will be prepared by 2015, and to take effect in 2020. There was progress also regarding the creation of a Green Climate Fund for which a management framework was adopted. The fund is to distribute US$100bn per year to help poor countries adapt to climate impacts. While the president of the conference, Maite Nkoana-Mashabane, declared it a success, scientists and environmental groups warned that the deal was not sufficient to avoid global warming beyond 2 °C as more urgent action is needed. via

From http://en.wikipedia.org/

The World Stops For El Clasico

by Mohamed Haniff

Traditionally anyone who decides to write on matters such as football are taught to cast aside any biases they may have; in favour of a more objective and scientific approach to the game.  However the goal of this article is not to provide you with a tactical breakdown of how I think both managers will line up or highlight the key players in this battle; there are several  articles online that can give you all of that information, should you decide you absolutely need it.  What makes a game like Real Madrid vs Barcelona so special are the emotions which come flooding out during these moments; these games have given me so much joy and pain – though lately it has mostly been pain- that I'd like to  share some of these with you.

From the first moment I decided to support Real Madrid I knew I had to hate Barcelona noone ever told me why and to this day I don't know why, but the hate is still there; even if now it is accompanied by grudging respect and a tinge of jealousy.  Though as I've said I've hated them for a very long time, the first time I ever saw really saw this hatred between clubs manifested, was the Figo incident at the Camp Nou.  I was maybe 12 years old at the time and I had never seen anything like it, my 12 year old self was enraged and fed off of the tension in the stadium that night; in my head the supporters in the crowd that night were animals.  As I grew older I understood why the cules hated Figo so much, and the chants of “Figo pesetero” made sense to me; in a way I learned to forgive them.  This was however the first time I felt that hatred that I feel for about 4 hours a season; unless there is a special coincidence much like last season's unfortunate clasico marathon. 

I remember the first time I felt sheer elation in a clasico; it was the Champions League semi final and Zinedine Zidane had just lifted the ball over the onrushing Barcelona goalkeeper and it had nestled into the back of the net.  I didn't see a single replay, I was too busy bursting through my door and taking off full speed to my neighbour's house to see if he had just witnessed the same thing I had.  The game had ended 2-0 and I knew we had one foot in the door of the final, I could hardly sleep that night.  I have only felt that kind of joy three times in my over 10 year relationship with el Clasico; that evening in 2002 when Zidane essentially put us in the final; the pasillo (guard of honour) which Barcelona were forced to perform after we were crowned league champions before our encounter in the Bernabeu in 2008; and finally Cristiano Ronaldo's thumping header which gave us the Copa del Rey.  Each of these times I've felt like I was invincible, the kind of happiness I am sure could not be duplicated by any other football match in the world; in fact had Spain not won the World Cup I doubt I would ever have experienced even half of this joy in football outside of the Clasico. 

One thing I would come to learn about the Clasicos that 12 year old me was surely not equipped to handle; is that every year is not your year, in fact had I told 12 year old me that he was about to face more humiliation than joy in a 10-12 year span of supporting Real Madrid; he may have picked up a nice small club with no expectations and no Clasicos, Real Sociedad or Celta Vigo perhaps. However the unwarned and underprepared Mohamed Haniff wandered into the rest of these Clasicos full of hope.  Just as I have three moments of unbridled Clasico joy, I have three moments of not only sheer disappointment but utter humiliation; unfortunately for every ying there is a yang. 

Towering header from Real Madrid's star boy Cristiano Ronaldo

The first such moment came when Ronaldinho took us apart in the Bernabeu on November 19, 2005. 
I was 16 years old possibly  the worst age to be when this happens; something many of you may or may not know is that 16 year old boys are not exactly  beacons of maturity.  I endured arguably the worst taunts I have ever had to face in my life, somehow I survived; but I was scarred.  I comforted myself by saying, “well it was fluke one off”, something that happens every 100 years or so; again had I had access to a time machine I may have told my 16 year old self, the worst is yet to come, maybe you should just get out now, you shouldn't have to put up with this.  By now you may have guessed I wasn't visited by the ghost of Clasicos future, so I meandered into the wilderness; hopeful, naïve and stupid.

Then in 2009 Barcelona once again strode onto the Bernabeu turf and humiliated us, truth be told we weren't expecting too much from the match but even though by this time I was older and wiser, I still had that classic fan optimism, it was shattered that day.  We lost 6-2 with Gerard Pique my constant figure of hate getting on the score sheet, I probably would have died that day were I not at this time still away at school in Canada, surrounded by people who didn't understand how much the Clasico means.  Their consolation of “that sucks buddy” helped, but more than that they showed me that life still went on after humiliation, it wasn't constantly blowing up in your face once you learned to avoid the obvious websites and most importantly Facebook.  All I know is that without them that 6-2 would've traumatized me a lot more than it probably did.   I picked myself up and moved on, we had been beaten by a better team and this kind of result probably wouldn't happen again for another 50 years...how wrong I would be.

There's a thin line between pain and ecstacy

On November 29^th 2010, I found myself living with a Barcelona fan in an apartment in the capital city of Canada.  We both rushed home from school to watch the game in separate quarters too nervous to be around each other, then it happened.  Goal after goal flew past Iker Casillas, at 4-0 my stream froze and I heard my roommate just say the words “sorry, Jeffren scored.” It was officially a manita, to his credit he didn't rub it in my face but it still stung like hell, mostly due to that blind optimism I had carried into the match on the back of the allure of the special one.  It still hurts a little but more like the reopening of a wound as opposed to someone actually driving a knife into my heart.

This brings me to Saturday December 10^th 2011,  the truth is the Clasico has scarred me more than it has brought me joy in my time as a Real Madrid fan, by now I should be numb to its effects, but this still has been the longest week of my life.  I still hold out some kind of faint hope that we can pull out a win in the Bernabeu despite the prior humiliation.  We come into the game as favourites but Barcelona will always lift their game for a Clasico and in my mind Pep Guardiola is one of the true geniuses of football, so I am truthfully not expecting much; more like desperately hoping.  This could just be another bout of youthful ignorance, but I think we can actually do it on Saturday and finally beat Barcelona under Guardiola in the league. Perhaps my 32 year old self will be writing an article about how clueless he had been at 22; only time will tell.

All I know is that despite being invited to an all day 80^th birthday party being hosted by a dear friend of my family; by the time that ball kicks off at the Santiago Bernabeu I will be firmly planted in front of a television.  You won't get a prediction out of me but if my experience in the Clasico has taught me anything, hope for the best, but expect the worst , as the cliché goes. 

If I could go back to my 12 year old self, stop him in the street after that Zidane goal and warn him of all that was to come, I'd still tell him to stick with it because the victory is so much sweeter when you go through the humiliation, the insults and the bruises.  When you kick it all off and you get to relive that feeling you felt when you were 12 years old, you remind yourself that without the lows there can be no highs.  I know what rock bottom looks like and now I'm just waiting to see heaven again, whether it be this weekend or when I'm 64.

           

The Multicultural Pitch

by Mohamed Haniff

Sunday, the Ramon Sanchez Pizjuan, home stadium of the football club Sevilla, witnessed two historic events.  Firstly Athletic Bilbao under the tutelage of Marcelo Bielsa, who is being vindicated on a weekly basis, won their first game in this stadium for 18 years; and secondly the spectators got to see the first black player to ever suit up for Bilbao, in the form of youngster Jonas Ramalho.  This may seem like a strange fact for those who are not aware of the fact that Athletic Bilbao only select players who are born or raised in the Basque region of Spain or France to play for their team.

Ramalho holds a Spanish passport having been born in Baracaldo, Vizcaya to an Angolan father and a Basque mother, and his case helps to shine a light on the increasingly multicultural look of the football pitch.  A country like Spain who's history is not littered with tales of immigration is now most recently starting to see the byproducts of the immigration wave that countries like France and England have had for quite some time now.  This could prove to be  a turning point in a Spanish game which is often accused of being one of the most culturally backwards in the European leagues.  Incidents of racism in the past have tarnished the name of the Spanish game and the increasing rise of these multicultural players could be a step in the right direction in terms of shedding this image.  The Spanish federation however like many of the footballing organizing bodies in my opinion need to reassess the way in which they punish these vile acts if we are to see true change; but that is a story for another day.

A player like Jonas emerging at Bilbao is also important because as Sid Lowe mentions in his piece this week for Sports Illustrated it helps to dispel the myth that Athletic Bilbao is one of these hardcore racist clubs in Spain attempting to preserve some kind of fervently racist culture.  As the world grows smaller and smaller we are beginning to see nations that we do not historically associate with multicultural values emerge as proponents for the multicultural game.  A fine example of this is the German national team who have been playing some scintillating stuff at the moment, with a team that some ignorant people in the past may have accused of not being innately German.

Players such as Khedira, Ozil and Boateng all consider themselves to be truly German and rightly so, but they certainly represent a new image for the team, reminiscent of the French team of 1998.  The rise of multicultural Spaniards such as Jonas and Thiago will certainly do wonders for the profile of the team which has often been hampered by accusations leveled at a fan base which is perceived to be inherently racist.

I still have vivid memories of the night in the Bernabeu when England visited Spain only to have their black players ambushed by a group of hooligans in the
stands who had found themselves stuck in a world where fascism still reigned supreme.  Some may argue that this incident opened the eyes of the world to some of the more unseemly aspects of Spanish football which players like Eto'o were dealing with on too regular of a basis.  The hope is that not only will the emergence of a player like Jonas help to shed some of this negative imagery but also help to educate the minds of the young fans who can now be exposed to more racially diverse players and not become embroiled in this world of ignorance.

In Barcelona we have the Alcantara brothers who are both highly rated amongst the Barcelona supremos and are both eligible to represent the Spanish national team, with older brother Thiago having already won the European U-21 Championship with Spain over the summer, going on to win his first cap for the senior team.  In the youth levels of Spain we also have the burgeoning striker Rodrigo who recently managed to grab himself  a hattrick against Estonia; a player formed in the Real Madrid cantera, who is also helping to break the stereotype of what a Spanish player looks like.

Some harsh movitation? Just racism.

It must be said that the Spanish national team in modern history has never been a code name for the SS of the Nazi regime; they have in fact had black players represent them.  Most famously Brazilan born Marcos Senna donned the red shirt and played an integral part in guiding the team to a Euro 2008 Championship.  Senna was not the first either, as the Spanish national team has seen players such as Catanha and Donato represent them at that level; however the actions of a few, including former national team coach Luis Aragones who famously told Jose Antonio Reyes that he was better than that “black piece of shit”, in reference to colleague Henry, has certainly tarnished the Spanish name in recent history. 

As has been mentioned previously Spain is a country which is truly inexperienced when it comes to the issue of immigration.  It is something which has only recently become a topic of conversation in the footballing sphere itself; however with the emergence of Spanish players who hail from multicultural backgrounds such as Thiago and Jonas, one can hope that there will be a fostering of these multicultural values amongst the younger generation, thus helping to eliminate some of the racism that many argue still prevails in many stadiums around Spain.  We can only hope that these new Spanish players are able to break some of the stereotypes which outsiders have formed of the climate in Spanish football.

England vs. Spain - How it was won and lost

By Joshua Rogers

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La Furia Roja has been elegantly unleashing their anger on any footballing foe almost foolish enough to think of disrespecting them for the better part of 3 years now.  First they conquered Europe in ’08 and as the world watched on, flamboyantly passed the world to death in 2010 with a brand of football so mesmerising, the great Brazil teams of the past would have substituted Samba for Salsa.  

England, in contrast, have endured a humiliating 3 years in failing to even secure a place at Euro ’08 and, more recently, spanked by the swashbuckling Germans at the World Cup.  The English national side has managed to disgrace a very proud footballing nation and managed to replace the grittiness, determination and spirit that once personified the personality of English football with laziness, carelessness and despondency.  Their dismal record has even lead to the ridiculous questioning of Fabio Capello’s capabilities as a manager. 

With both teams having secured their places at Euro 2012, in yet again, totally contrasting fashions, a friendly between the two should only have one outcome as England hosted Spain at Wembley.  However, Spain have had an uncustomary past few months in losing friendlies to Argentina, Portugal, Italy and by the end of the night, shockingly England, as a Frank Lampard header from close range gave the hosts a 1-0 win and the opportunity to brag the flattering statistic of being unbeaten in 2011.

Vicente del Bosque gave starts to the likes of Xavi, Andres Iniesta, Xabi Alonso, David Silva and David Villa with a clear intention of engineering a possession-filled away win.  Fabio Capello announced prior to the match that he had no fear for Spain.  If this were to be true, the starting IX he named showed if not fear, then a certainly endearing respect for the world champions in naming a 5 man midfield containing the likes of Frank Lampard, James Milner, Scott Parker, Theo Walcott and Phil Jones with Darren Bent on his lonesome up front (Playing for a draw then Fab?).   

If Capello had sent out his team to simply not lose, then at halftime he was achieving it as Spain had dominated the ball but were yet to register a shot, while Frank Lampard had strangely enough notched up a very optimistic attempt on target for England.  The second half was more eventful with good ol’ Captain Lamps (yes, I am quite hard on the guy) nodding home from a yard as he profited from a good leap and header from Darren Bent.  This proved to be the match-winner as England produced a stellar defensive team display, with a little help from inaccuracy and bad luck on the part of Cesc Fabregas, Sergio Busquets and David Villa and a man-of-the-match performance from Scott Parker in defensive midfield.

How England Won It

Fabio Capello named a team with intent to restrict Spain and capitalise on any counter-attack or set piece.  He admitted before the game this England team is not as talented as others of the past and a man as tactically astute as he is was not going to intentionally send out a team at home to be slaughtered.  Therefore, it was no coincidence that the team named contained a lack of flair but made up for it in industry in the likes of Milner, Parker, Jones and Lampard, as well as arguably England’s best finisher, Darren Bent.  The midfield contrived with the defence containing a much improved Joleon Lescott, Phil Jagielka and experience in Ashley Cole and Glen Johnson to negate Spain’s desire to hypnotise England with their movement.  England were very efficient in defending as a team and, with more composure on the part of Jones, could have capitalised on opportunities when they broke down Spanish attacks.  However, they did make the most of a set piece as Milner earned the freekick which he lofted in for Bent to do what Bent does and make the most of a half-chance as he provided a sitter for the skipper.

In a rearguard display, England have no better player than Scott Parker.  Now here is a lad that’s gone from strength to strength and benefitted from being a top class student of the game for years (probably, from single-handedly playing virtually every position for West Ham for 2 seasons).  In my opinion, he deserves any positive achievement that  comes his way.  He proved in this match that he has the legs to chase down the best and England could not have shut out Spain without his timely interceptions, textbook tackling and neat distribution.  England have been provided with a gem from their capital city in this hardworker who epitomises determination and grit and he deserved the MOTM plaudits for this display.

How Spain Lost It

For all the positives England can take away from this match for Spain it was more a question on how they had nothing to show for their efforts.  Surely in a match where Xavi ticked up another A+ Pass Completion Percentage, Xabi Alonso pinged the 60 yarders for fun and Iniesta, Villa and Silva shared passes so intricate, that it could have lead one to believe that God could have been performing a surgical procedure on the field, subsequently ensuring that the Spaniards would head home with inflated egos. The answer to how they lost is simple, in bragging 71% of the possession you have to work the keeper more than 3 times and make the most of the chances you do make.  This may sound as a callous criticism, but possession in your own half is as much good as a sexy nun, and I’ll be harsh as Spain should have, and ought to have won this one.  However, apart from David Villa’s sublime touch and volley which rebounded off the post, Spain fluffed their lines in front of goal and fell victim to a lack of cutting edge and conceding to a set piece.

To analyse Spain’s chances, they had four.  The first of these was when Villa was released by a perfect through ball as his run caught Jagielka out.  However, it would be tactless to call this a chance but more a half-chance as Joe Hart did well to come off his line and not go to ground, sending the striker away from goal at full tilt to attempt and audacious finish from an acute angle.  Secondly, Villa can feel hard done by that he was not rewarded for an awesome display of technique as his volleyed shot rebounded off the woodwork. And England soldiered on.  The third chance fell to Fabregas as he was through on goal and should have tested Hart, but opted to cut it back across the face to allow Parker to make another decent interception.  Finally, Fabregas really ought to have scored their final chance, as he found space with a good advanced run on the break but got his feet into a muddle and scuffed it wide.  On another day he would have easily stuck the ball in the back of the net and pumped his fists like a mad raver on a high dose of ecstasy as he celebrated.  However, on this day he was made to rue the mistake of leaving his better boots in Catalonia.

Verdict

In a match where both teams could take several positives away from their performances, Spain may have more of a concern heading into the Euro’s as holders and favourites.  If they fail to find a cutting edge they may struggle to break down the more organised defences with teams like Germany, Netherlands, France, Portugal and Italy all staking a serious claim for this tournament.  

All this team needs to cap of their unerring class, is that ruthless finisher who continues to be searching high and low to find a vein of goal-scoring form (a certain “el nino” perhaps?) and possibly then they would be more than able take the continent by storm once more.  England, on the other hand, could capitalise on a new “underdog” status and a lowering of expectation on them to win.  Fabio Capello has unearthed some good talent in youth such as Jack Rodwell, Danny Wellbeck and Phil Jones who are all hungry to play for their country.   He has also shown his team that they are capable of shutting out the best, but he also has to teach them to play against the best.  However, with the potential additions of Jack Wilshere and Wayne Rooney, providing he goes to the Euro finals, they have a group that is certainly competent of a conjuring some formidable displays.


We'd like to give a big thanks to Josh Rogers for taking time out of his schedule to write this article for theRYGOchannel, bless up.  Join the discussion, share your views and opinions in the comment section below!