rewind back to 1992 or thereabouts.
I have absolutely no idea what happened in 1992. Except that I was about 4, and I had a pair of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle slippers. Why am I saying this? Because when waiting for bus today, I saw a kid with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle slippers. Cool. I want to get a pair. Again.
justin.
A Hitchikers Guide to er... that place near Qian Hu fish farm.
Today I went to ACRES' yet to be completed Wildlife Rescue Centre to help paint it. Help is very subjective. I went after school today, therefore only reached that godforsaken place about 2 hours after leaving school. Met Hisham and Von at Choa Chu Kang MRT, took a bus and got off 1 stop early. Therefore, there was a not very short walk to that zebra crossing near Home Team academy. In fact, it was very long. Then there was a walk from lamp post number 1 to number 63. Luckily, there are drivers in Singapore smart enough to know the signal for hitchiking(a thumb) and kind enough to pick them up. So we hitched a ride from this nice man from lamp post 17 to 63.
At that place, we basically painted and did stuff bangla workers did. It was not very interesting or enjoyable, even for a few minutes. And I understand the plight of the workers now, having to do this day in day out, for years and for measly pay. And the big boss guy wasn't too pleased at our painting. Because alot of it went to the floor. Which they are not tiling. And we went to Qian Hu fish farm to look at fish, frogs, stingrays, lobsters, crabs, soft drinks, snacks and sweets while taking a break. Which was considerably longer than the time we painted walls. Actually it wasn't, I just wanted to make myself look like a slacker.
And after the thing, some of them other Ensocers had a ride in a car. And we had to rely on our rhinoceros thick skin to ask the RI guys if we could hitch a ride. They were very nice[or shocked at how thick skinned we were], and let us hitch-hike to the main road. And Han Cai and I decided to follow them all the way to RI, since it was more convenient for us that way. Which they also agreed, probably due to further shock at how people could blatantly ask for favours like that. But since it was along the way, the probably had no reason to reject us. =)
Anyway, since this is going to be a hitchhikers guide to something, I shall end with what the real hitchhikers guide begins with. Though I'm not sure how relevant it is.
DON'T PANIC!
justin.
Pee Batteries.
From National Geographic Magazine
"Urine is one of a number of bodily fluids rich in ions—electrically charged atoms. Researchers in Singapore leveraged this fact to produce a credit card-size battery (bottom) powered by urine. The device produces about 1.5 volts, the same as a standard AA battery, and can last for 90 minutes."
So next time, when your handphone or mp3 player runs out of battery, don't curse and swear.
Piss on it. =)
justin.
Dawn has broken -- Someone go clean up the mess!
Now that my H1 mid-years are over, I think it will turn out "like this". Meaning I will lose but not too badly. This is good enough for me actually, since I expect my results to be a more than 500% improvement. However, since I only got a measly 5 marks for my CTs, 500% would be er, 25 marks. 700% then, to make the number even less ludicrous yet more ludicrous at the same time. A good chance to get "free money" from good progress award. Provided I do well enough.
However, now that Maths is over, there seems to be nothing left to do. Of course there are things left to do. There only SEEMS to be nothing left to do. However, things are not always what they seem. No examples, even though GP is tomorrow, and I SHOULD be providing an example. Which leads me to another point. What SHOULD be done is not always done, which is why the world is not perfect. Because if everyone does what they SHOULD be doing, I would be reading through my GP notes now, for whatever reason even I myself do not comprehend. And I do not really comprehend what I am rambling on about. But moving on.
As you all know by now, Liverpool FC has not won the Champions League again. And Rafa, given a new piggy bank, has decided on a clearout of some squad players, including Mark Gonzalez. I did think he was a kid with potential, so YNWA Speedy. I am quite numb at this loss, numb at how this happened. Which is probably how a Milan fan would have felt in Istanbul. So it's evens now I guess.
Speaking of which, why do people say "I guess" when reluctantly agreeing with another person. What do they actually guess? I do not really know. I also do not fakely know. Which means I probably do not know. Not good for GP. I know.
justin.
FUCK!!!!
HOW THE FUCK DID MILAN WIN THIS?! FUCKED UP REF!! YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE!!!
lets hope my maths doesn't turn out like this. no match report. too out of point.
justin.
2 hours to Champions League Final, 12 hours to H1 Maths mid years.
Can you imagine how nervous I am now?!?!
NO YOU CAN'T!! BECAUSE EVEN I CANNOT!!
Lets hope for some divine intervention. For both!
justin.
some goings on of the past week.
I haven't rambled on and on for some time and now I shall. First things first, there will be no order in this post, which means the first things first is redundant. Ok let me begin.
Friday, we had CJC sports carnival. Our class played softball, which was fun because I haven't played it in ages. And we played pretty okay I guess. I enjoyed myself, both at the softball and rambling away about it right now. Jumped into T23 class photo and apparently pissed some of them off. Well, you can't please everyone. Or in this case, probably I pleased noone at all.
Saturday, met up with Darren and Zixiang to Fort Canning for The Midsummer Night's Dream by SRT. I think it was really good and the actors all portrayed their characters very well. Except for Puck. I felt that the actor for Puck was very disappointing as Puck was supposed to be the main character and the pivot of this entire play, yet the actor seemed "not in character". But the other actors did very well, and I particularly liked the intelligent wordplay of the Ass named Bottom. If you all could see why. The use of doubles for Oberon/Theseus and Titania/Hippolyta was very good as well. Well worth the money I say. Saw many classmates on the way, as well as hurt my ankle while chasing the bus to meet Darren and Zixiang because I was late and I missed the bus anyway. There was some light drizzle, which thankfully did not turn into a thunderstorm it was threatening to become. Then Didier scored the winning goal vs Manure in the FA Cup Final, which does not concern me because Liverpool is in the Champions League Final.
Today, went to Gillian's house to bake cupcakes and played with her husky bitches. Experienced life of a factory worker for abit and then did some drawings on them cupcakes our class is going to sell for CIP. It turned out to be pretty alright I guess. Gillian's dad prodded me abit and I am VERY SURE it is because of my Liverpool jersey. C'mon uncle, Liverpool > Chelsea, Reina > Cech, Gerrard > Lampard etc.
And then I have come to the end of this post which I am not so sure why I posted. I have better things to say than this but 1.50 in the morning is not a good time to express them because I cannot think of beautiful vocabulary that is as beautiful as a sirloin steak. Or Liverpool jersey.
justin.
God's last hurrah....
Today Robbie Fowler will play his last game in Anfield. Hopefully his 2nd last in a red shirt. Liverpool will never be the same without him. Will miss seeing the number 9 shirt with Fowler
above it.
You'll Never Walk Alone God.
Robert Bernard Fowler.
| Kop are set to say farewell to a genuine Anfield legend |
May 11 2007
by Chris Bascombe, Liverpool Echo
TO say farewell to Liverpool once was painful. To have the opportunity to do so for a second time was more than Robbie Fowler could have wished for 18 months ago.
The striking legend will say goodbye to he Kop on Sunday after bringing the most romantic cameo in the history of the club to an end.
Where his last departure in 2001 was swift to the point of indecency, this time he’ll have an opportunity to savour the moment and soak up the applause of his adoring public.
There may yet be a final twist in the tale of his emotional return if his services are required in Athens, but he now knows he’ll wear the Liverpool number nine jersey at Anfield for the last time.
Fowler was informed of Rafa Benitez’s decision not to renew his contract on Wednesday afternoon.
The Liverpool manager had been pondering whether to make the decision public ahead of the final home game of the season, uncertain of how fans will react to the departure of the local hero.
In fact, Fowler’s loyal supporters will appreciate the contrast to six years ago when his ‘last’ game against Sunderland ended with the ignominy of a half-time substitution, after which he was condemned to a sale to Leeds.
With many fans organising an unofficial themed day of Fowler appreciation on Sunday, their knowledge the timing and staging of such events is wholly appropriate will add to the occasion.
Naturally, the forward will be devastated not to be a Liverpool striker beyond this year, but realistically the move from Benitez was no surprise.
The 32-year-old has had to settle for fourth choice status during this campaign, and with Ukranian Andriy Voronin signed on a pre-contract last January, and more strikers sure to follow, the long term future of one of the most prolific goalscorers in English history has looked decidedly insecure for some time.
He’ll be remembered not as the bit-part player who has deputised for those who, at his peak, he’d have embarrassed with his swagger and finishing skills, but as a player who enlightened some otherwise dark years in the early to late 1990s.
From the minute he exploded into first team action against Fulham in the 1993 League Cup, Fowler was somehow able to ignite passions in the Kop many star players, even those from Merseyside, fail to.
Perhaps it’s because on and off the pitch, he’s a natural.
Scousers have a sixth sense when it comes to differentiating frauds from the real thing, and the teenager who celebrated scoring five goals on his home debut by buying his mum a bag of chips on the way home needed no public relations gimmicks to prove his credentials.
Graeme Souness’ dreadful side became worth watching overnight, and but for an untimely broken leg during his first full season, Fowler would probably have saved his first boss from the sack.
His best football was played under Roy Evans, when the burst of pace and audacious strikes from every angle and any distance saw him score a staggering 98 goals in just 154 games over three seasons, passing the 30 goal mark in each.
Sadly, by the time Gerard Houllier took over sole control in 1999, a cruciate knee injury had taken its toll and the next two years was a never ending battle with niggles on and off the park.
Houllier enjoyed a schizophrenic relationship with Fowler, heaping the ultimate praise upon him by making him joint captain, but privately harbouring doubts about his long term future.
Fowler's notorious public support of Liverpool’s sacked dockers, incurring a heavy fine from UEFA, secured his iconic status.
His Marcel Marceau period, synonymous with derby celebrations and Graeme Le Saux, provoked an outrage which, in retrospect, borders on the comical.
Fowler wasn’t laughing at the time, though, especially when he was banned and received a heavier FA fine than Eric Cantona suffered for karate kicking a passer-by.
Fans loved him for his ingenuity, having done little more than mime his way into bad boy status. His then manager never understood the rapport.
Matters came to a head with several rows until the striker was sold in 2001 for £10m, putting a brave face on his heartbreak which became ever more distressing during each season away from Merseyside.
The overdue healing process was completed in January, 2006, when, a year after first contemplating a move, Benitez signed Fowler from Manchester City on a free.
It was undoubtedly the most emotional deal in Anfield history.
Fowler played his part in securing third spot, and although this season hasn’t gone exactly to plan, no-one should underestimate his appetite for a brilliant finish in Athens. |
Something from the Hitchikers Guide To The Galaxy..
Anything that happens, happens.
Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen.
Anything that, in happening, causes itself to happen again, happens again.
It doesn't necessarily do it in chronological order though.
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The History of the Galaxy has got a little muddled, for a number of reasons: partly because those whp are trying to keep track of it got a little muddled, but also because some very muddling things have been happening anyway.
One of the problems has to do the speed of light and the difficulties involved in trying to exceed it. You can't. Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws. The Hingefreel people of Arkintoofle Minor did try to build spaceships that were powered by bad news but they didn't work particularly well and were so extremely unwelcome whenever they arrived that there wasn't any point in being there.
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I find things like this very amusing. I want to add The Ultimate Hitchikers Guide To The Galaxy to my book collection.
justin.
something new that i want to do.
Besides travelling the world and becoming exceedingly rich, I would now like to direct a short film. About what? I don't know.
i got $10 for free.
I did not get $10 for free in case any of you thought I did. Anyway, I have surprisingly nothing to blog about after that recent saga which was to me a case of privacy invasion. And which I might be hauled up to the principal's office again for saying this if this happens to be read and spread. I hope not. Anyway, I have gotten rid of nothing and now have gotten a hold of something to talk about.
This was a feeling I had for a fleeting moment in the principal's office. I decline to say the principal of what school, in which country, in which continent, in which planet of which solar system of which galaxy in the universe. This is to keep my identity a secret. Which will probably be the worst kept secret on Earth(oops) since I always sign off my posts with "justin."(oops again).
The feeling was a feeling of the past catching up with you. And not being given the chance to prove that you have changed for the better. Like I have been told to get started on studying, which I have. But then the biggest authority in the school decides to show me a blog post and my common test results. And here it comes. All the bad things catch up, not giving me a chance to start afresh. Nostalgia, this is not.
Anyway, this is about all I have to say because I have a bad habit of not developing my ideas, which is a good reason for my bad GP results. I am NOT proud of it in case anyone decides to think this way. I just happen to present it in such a fashion to suit my online persona, which is decidedly different from my offline persona.
Maybe I do have other things to say, but not about that matter, I hope to leave it behind me and not let it catch up with me because I have loads of other things to do like try to study and get a pass for my mid-year maths results because I believe 5% is not very good and something to be proud of either, in case anyone wants to think this way.
Why am I explicitly saying everything? In case anyone would like to think otherwise and haul me up again. And that anyone would probably get the sarcasm in this post if he ever gets to read it and haul me up anyway. In which case I would probably be dead if he waves a printed version of this post in my face. But I do mean on improving my results drastically. Really.
So as the sun is shining on a Saturday afternoon, I resolve to continue to work on my maths sums, taking a break to type this entry which I hope is kept private. The sun shines on the trees. The sun shines on the people. The sun shines on page 27 of The Newpaper which a man sitting at the void deck of Block 4 Delta Avenue is reading. The sun shines on the pepperoni pizza that the teenager at the window seat of the Thomson Plaza Pizza Hut outlet is eating. The sun shines brightly on my teeth. I wish my teeth shine as brightly.
justin.
woah.
This is pretty mindblowing stuff people. Apparently, I like to use the word apparently. And apparently, this avenue of "freedom" for me has been just another avenue of control. Caged freedom if you like it. Oh well. As Orwell writes in 1984 "FREEDOM IS SLAVERY". I hope what I have done is enough to keep this blog private. Meaning only for my intended readers and not for any Tom, Dick, Harry nor their female counterparts on the internet. You might or might not understand this. Probably won't. Because it doesn't make much sense.
Of course I wonder what is up when an authoritative figure decides to call up someone and question him because of an online post NOT directed at him anyway. Is this a way of connection? Or is it invasion of privacy? Then the problem of internet privacy crops up. Is there privacy on the internet at all? Also, someone be held responsible for something over the internet? So many questions so little answers. Of course the good thing right now is to focus on improving my shitty results which I supposedly was very proud of. But it is not easy. It's not easy.
justin sane.
mayday.
"Mayday" is a term used by pilots when they have some problem.
"Mayday" also happens to be a name of a chinese rock band.
"Mayday" is also a holiday that occurs on 1st May every year.(In some countries)
"Mayday" is somehow also the name of the pathetic excuse I would like to call my blog post.
However, not having the mood to blog recently, due to school giving me many things that I do not need and definitely do no appreciate, this excuse will have to do for now. The genius shall return another time.
justin.
time
