mayday! mayday! we have a problem!
Back from the supersonic blast of a concert that is coming Back to Earth. Words don't do the atmosphere justice. With the new stage this year, many more fan girls got to touch Ashin and Guai Shou and Masa and Shitou and Guan You, and the noise was understandably louder. I was quite disappointed that they chose to start with the same movie as JUMP! but it was probably for the continuity since the theme for this concert was Back to Earth. We had tactical seats for the 2nd year running, with 3 people in 2 seats in front of us. Talk about pre-birth education. THIS IS IT! Was surprised at the outclusion(this is the opposite of inclusion) of gong lang but hey, they're the band.
justin.
meeting mr mc master. too bad its not monday.
Watched "The Forbidden Kingdom" with the king of MC having all of a whopping 62 days of MC Mr Aldric, who is having a fine time having done nothing at all with his new unit. Liu Yi Fei is hotness x max, but I still like Cheer Chen very much. Seen the preview to Speed Racer too and I can safely say I'm going to miss it.
Here is a combination of Cheer Chen plus Speed Racer. The only reason I'm ever gonna watch that show is if she's in it. HA!(along with the action of Naruto throwing a smoke bomb and disappearing.)
justin.
random ramblings regarding pretty much nothing.
Today, while topping up my EZ Link card, I saw someone picking her nose in public. I thought it was disgusting. Then I wondered why I thought so. Was it because I had inherently thought it to be disgusting, or because society had taught me that picking one's nose is disgusting? Then my card was topped up and I went home.
justin.
all i want to say is...
... that Brunei and Boon Lay are entirely different propositions altogether. I hope I kena(I say this because you usually don't get what you want).
justin.
opinions opinions opinions.
As the wise saying goes, "Opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one." The source of this phrase has yet to be found and I would love to claim it as my own, except for the fact that I would not be doing the genius who said it justice. As the saying says(of course what else could a saying do), everyone has an opinion. They might be similar, they might differ or they might be variants of each other. But what gives one man to have the right of way over another mans opinions? Probably nothing I'd say. Unless of course he is louder, more powerful, meaner, stronger etc. But other than by force, it would be safe to say that everyone has full power over their own opinions.
But there is always a case of people trying to influence the opinions and thinking of others around them, to suit their own needs more. The word for it is "psyco" or to put it in a less nice way, manipulation. There was the stay-in saga(not a very good word for this context), where Mr Shiun tried to psyco others to stay in with him. But it was all in the name of fun and nobody in their right mind would listen to his cries of madness(for the lack of a better word. or rather for the lack of motivation to find a better word). This fun psycoing is done throughout one's life and there is nothing wrong with a little joke-lie thing to persuade people to do some stupid-and-will-probably-regret-for-the-rest-of-your-life thing with you because it's all in the name of fun right?
What I dislike more is when people try to tell other people how to do things their way. "Hey you must blah blah blah." And it's wrong. It's firstly a disrespect for others opinions, and secondly an insult to their intelligence. I don't believe in anyone who is on the same level as another giving instructions. Everyone is on the same boat and I would very much prefer everyone to treat everyone else as equals. Of course there's the possibility of sabo-ing others who do not know and blindly follow instructions(such as me today but geniuses are entitled their moments of stupidity). Which isn't very nice.
Another thing that gets on my nerves is when people try to "super power force"(I don't know what the hell this is supposed to mean. And I'm using brackets extensively again) their opinions on others. I think it's time to sit back, relax and take a look at the people one is trying to "super power force" their opinions on. Yes. Look at that guy. He has brains. So does that guy. And that girl. Oh guess what. They can think. So they don't need you and your opinions forced on them. Of course by "you" I mean a general "you" and am not aiming anyone in particular. My (imaginary) readers are all nice and easy-going people which apart from frequently trying to get me to try heroin and practise unprotected sex, don't engage in such psyco-ing. BUT I digress.
One example of "super power forcing" is saying "What's so bad about overseas posting? Why don't you want to go?" What needs to be told to Mr Super Power Force is "Why do you care if people want to go? If you want to go that's your own business. Go and mind it before it makes losses and it collapses and you owe the bank alot of money because you cannot afford to pay the loans you took from the bank and therefore become a bankrupt from not minding your own business." That's a mouthful.
And these, people, are just my opinions. I shall not force them upon you imaginary people out there.
justin.
ps. In case you decide not to agree with me, let me inform you of a microchip implanted in your brain that can track whether you agree with me or not. If you don't, the chip will send signals to trigger a small but violent explosion within your brain, causing a bloody mess at your computer which your parents(or maid) have to clean up but won't because they are too busy grieving for their son/daughter whose head just exploded suddenly while they were shaking their heads at something. But of course it wasn't sudden. And I'm not forcing you guys to agree with me. Not at all. Just notifying you of the consequences. =D
about alliterations and all.
I realise that in 3 out of the previous 4 posts(excluding this one), I had used alliteration as my titles. What exactly made me do it? No idea. I just thought it might have been vaguely interesting. This weekend was pretty much as well spent as the last. Which means not well spent at all. Waking up at 6pm on Sunday probably does not help lengthen my weekends. Neither does spending all my waking time stoning and doing nothing much at all. I think only guard duty on weekends can help me lengthen them. I also realise that I haven't explained anything about the alliterations. And I probably won't since I myself don;t really understand the rationale behind it. Just another excuse to use yet another alliteration as my title.
Happy Birthday Sergeant Fang(yesterday)!
justin.
finally friday. fuck flu.
It's Friday. Always a good day, especially after a grueling week at work/school/other places. Friday, you could say, is like the link-man between the weekdays and the weekends. Friday is especially pleasing if you haven't been home since Thursday morning, spending the night in camp, in the rain, doing sentry duty. Sentry duty is a torture.
Freedom is less than 50 steps away, beyond the criss-cross of green and the coils of concertina wires(beautiful name for something quite the opposite of it) above them. This is otherwise known as a fence. In the day, free men and women walk beyond the fences, among the hustle and bustle of the buses and cars and motorbikes, while I was bound in the camp, shackled not by chains, but by rules and the call of duty. The night was silent, yet equally torturous.
Envy was just one of the emotions which made guard duty difficult. There was the ever present boredom, gripping me by my ankles, prompting me to check my watch every 3minutes or so, believing much longer had passed and that the clocks in camp were all purposely slowed down. The rustle of a plastic bag was deafening. The gray cat with black stripes was a welcome companion. But it left in disdain, seeing that I had no food to offer it except tapioca chips with chili sauce. Not exactly gourmet cat fare. As the hands of the clock lost their race with snails, my eyelids were losing their battle with gravity. Even at a standing position, keeping awake was not the easiest of tasks. Not until the sky started pissing on me. At the end of the storm however, there was a beautiful arc in the sky. A full arc of rainbow stretching across the blue sky, which unfortunately was still pissing. In the bright and warm sunshine.
Which leads me to the next topic of flu, which I believe myself to be suffering from right now, as a consequence of being drenched in(more like sprinkled with) sky piss on a hot day. I shall not share the symptoms since everyone has had flu. But it is extremely uncomfortable to have a nose which readily lets liquid through but not air. At the same time it manages to turn me into a Rudolph clone from the excessive rubbing I have done(and am still doing) to it. I dislike it so please allow me a whine. We all know only real men whine.
justin.
p.s. The part about the rainbow was real. I did not make it up. We all know I do not like to lie and exaggerate about stuff.
freedom and death.
Deme libertad o' deme la muerte. Loosely translated, it means "give me freedom or give me death". Yet are they so different? As Rousseau once said, "Man is born free but everywhere he is in chains." So is death the only true form of liberty?
I have so much more to say, but so little words to express it. Perhaps I'm not supposed to have any words to express myself. That would be too much freedom for a man not yet claimed by the reaper.
justin.
missing monday money.
Technically no money is missing. It's just that I've been spending money so quickly I have no idea how I actually did it. As such, it seems missing. Less time with the likes of Jim, Jack and Johnny. On the other hand, finally got a new phone that is not laggy in terms of sms. So long 8310. And so long $78. It seems like I'm placing an awful lot of emphasis in money isn't it? I have to or I'll have none to emphasise on.
With posts like this, I'd start a blog just to catch and ridicule myself and start spreading it all over the internet.
justin.
weekends with wings.
Weekends have this nasty habit of just flying by and catching me unawares. I hope they stop imitating Sonic the Hedgehog and start behaving like the snail/turtle/slug/whatever slow moving creature they should be like. Red Bull should also be banned for them as it gives them wings. By now, you should have realised this is an unintelligent unprocessed rant at the weekends passing by too fast. Seriously, do they come and go in rockets?!
justin.
Codename 37 - The picture edition
Picture him in the black suit of Hitman. With that intense look.
Something like this.
Here he looks ready to kill someone.
Here he tries to. Jan Koller of all people.
Here he is sliding in on Cesc Fabregas during the UCL semi final 1st leg. No Mercy.
I think I have found myself a new hero.
p/s pictures courtesy of gettyimages.com
37
Boys and girls. This is a picture of Liverpool players celebrating Big Sami's curling header into the goal against Arsenal. But this post is not for Sami, a Liverpool legend, whose tribute post will come soon, like the departed Robbie's and Luis Garcia's.
For the moment, shift your eyes to the leftmost player on the picture. The bald hitman lookalike. Yes number 37. Now all hail Martin Skrtel, the newest addition to Liverpool Football Club, signed from Zenit Petersburg by another hitman, Rafa himself.
As most great foreign centre backs, such as our own Sami Hyypiä, Skrtel has a virtually unpronounceable surname. Sami's double y is pronounced as Hoopia, while Martin's is probably going to be pronounced Skirtel, which is probably acceptable given the high difficulty level.
Not only does Skrtel look like hitman, he plays like one. He shows people no mercy when clattering into them, and as shown on his debut has no qualms about squaring up to someone more experienced and looking like he's about to kill him, in this case Olof Mellberg. Or when he clattered heads with Adebayor and left Adebayor in a heap, while he just got up and rubbed his head, face emotionless. Now that's a beast.
I am not sure if the boys and girls know about the skittles advert slogan
"Skittles- Taste the rainbow"
The fans from the lfc.tv forum have came up with a new one for Martin
"Skrtel- Taste the elbow"
Now that's class.
justin.
where do we go now?
Today, I worry about my future. My current classmates are mostly from JCs(of course I mean the army ones because my JC classmates are definitely from JCs), thus the topic of university admission pops up rather often in conversations. Some of them have been asking whether others have gotten phone calls, emails to go for interviews. So far, I have had none, and with my mediocre results and mediocre-rer non-academic contributions, I do not expect a call anytime soon. Or not so soon. As such, I worry about what my future brings. Which is quite scary because I don't believe I am the worrying sort. I seem to worry alot for a non-worrying sort, though I personally believe it's more thoughtful consideration and thinking for the future.
The overseas educated guy says "Go overseas! Overseas is good." And two of my classmates agree.
"Yes it's much more open in the Western culture."
"I think I will go to UK or USA or Australia."
They begin talking about how much more open the Western culture is and how they want to adopt it. I tell them my view of Western countries being better for Western people and how we Asian people become degraded to 2nd class citizens there. They believe that only the Asians who remain conservative get picked on and that they themselves prefer to be more open.
Open is a very general world. So general it is bigger than Lieutenant General Desmond Kuek, who happens to be the well respected chief of army and is nothing to do with this post. Most people have different ideas of open. And if one wants to embrace the "open-ness" of Western Culture, I believe that one will lose their roots and the traditional Eastern values which tie us to our family and kins. I digress however.
The thing about going to overseas universities is that the average Singaporean employer would look at the overseas educated student in a better light, despite the university not being as good as one of the local universities. That is a wonderful thing. For those who go that is. One can also learn to be independent and live off themselves.(yeah right who am I kidding? All the money comes from the pockets of parents slogging their asses off to feed their son/daughter partying the years away overseas.)
However, as mentioned in the brackets, it will be a big financial burden to parents. I wonder why I have this bracket commentary thing since the whole post is my own commentary anyway. Secondly, as also mentioned in the weird bracket thing I like to use, there is the high possibility of the lack of discipline, culminating in consequences ranging from partying all night long, taking drugs, contacting STD's, becoming parents, dying, picking up all sorts of vices. Of course, this is the extreme case and most people educated overseas turn out to be fine young gentlemen and ladies(who party all night long, take drugs, have STD's and kids and dead friends).
Another possible solution is SIM, the 4th local university widely frowned upon by most people. They say "Aiya, no good one la." without saying why. I also don't have much idea about this and I haven't even explored the idea of going there as it seems that I am gravitating towards a more arts based course in whatever place is willing to accept me.
Of course, as of now, I am hoping for a letter or email or call from one of them universities which I applied for, asking me to go for an interview or outerview or saying that they had accepted me already. Otherwise, I might just go to an iversity, which in case you guys didn't know, is the opposite of university.
Thank you all so much for wasting your time reading a load of absolute garbage.
justin.
quotes of the day.
Who says FHM is a junk magazine? Below are 3 quotes I read from FHM. Though they quoted them from other people.
Novel Idea
My name is David O'Doherty but that won't be the title of my autobiography. Instead, I'm going to try to flog a few more books than you'd expect. The title of my opus?
Harry Potter And The Da Vinci Code of Sudoku.
-David O'Doherty
Summer Loving
B
rits always lose the plot with the weather. Every summer it's "Watch out England! The heat wave is coming! The heat wave!!!" It's not a heat wave, it's the Sun. A heat wave is when the dolphins are screaming "FUCK IT'S HOT! I'M OFF TO THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN TO SWIM WITH THOSE WEIRD FISH WITH LIGHTS ON THEIR HEADS!"
-Steve Hughes
Lost In Space
Apparently the European Space Agency has successfully crash-landed a probe on the moon. Now to me, nothing that crashes is successful. It's a bit like saying you've swum the Channel because your corpse got washed up on a beach.
-Frankie Boyle
Personally, I think the last one is the best. What I would do to say something like that.
justin.
happiness.
All hail Liverpool.
simple pain.
Today I injured my foot. I don't exactly know how or why but it must have been when I was kicking the ball. I felt a sharp pain on my foot but I continued for awhile. Then it got too painful and I stopped. When I took out my shoe, it was like opening a kinder surprise. My foot was swollen. Now it feels very painful and I walk with a limp on my right leg, like MSK on his left. Tomorrow's plan is to report to MO during healthy lifestyle and hope for the best.
justin.
simplicity made difficult.
Take a look at the picture above. The caption says "The simplest solutions are often the cleverest. They are also usually wrong." The key word here is usually. Usually wrong does not mean always wrong. So does a risk of doing something wrongly deter one from doing it?
Sometimes it does. But take a look at the first part of the caption. The simplest solutions indeed do seem the most practical and effective, even though as seen in the picture and second part, might be wrong. However, they also have a chance of being correct, thus making the task to be completed much more easily.
One example was one of our games in TBTL, where we were split into groups of 5-6. We were given a bottle, comms cord, chopsticks and a set of pipes of 3 different sizes to "airlift" a cup with a ping pong ball inside out of a boundary. And talking was not allowed when the ping pong ball remained in the cup. Different teams tried various methods, such as using the pipes to put water into the cup so they could get the ball out and talk(which was a waste of time since getting the cup out was much easier. Besides they failed miserably, succeeding in only wetting the floor and finishing last.) In the end, my team ignored all other equipment(more like distractions) and used only the comms cord to take the cup out.
Simple, yet how many people have actually thought of it? With the availability of so many tools, people tend to overcomplicate things that are actually so simple. The simplest solutions are usually the cleverest. And they might not be wrong.
justin.
only eat talk idle.
It was a rainy day today. So we got early release because we are EWTW, which could stand for extra welfare training wing. And I also borrowed a pink giordano umbrella which can be rolled up with the aid of a rubber band to shield me from the broken shower head in the sky.
I was drenched from chest to toe. Anything above that was semi-protected.
Anyway, the application dates for university are over, and I am now waiting for a letter or a call to ask me for an interview, which I will hopefully do decent for because I realise I am no good at talking formally. I am instead quite good at talking cock, which isn't really useful in situations like this. And I also realise that with results like mine, I have no right to think I can enter a university. I can however, hope for a place in universe city, of which I have no idea where or what it is exactly, nor why I brought it up.
On another note(not exactly), I have guard duty this Saturday, which I am sure I have whined to countless people about. 16 hours of doing nothing in camp seems like a good time to catch up on some sleep and some reading and some doodling. And whatever seems consoling enough to myself.
This post is quite ungenius and all because I really can't think of something clever and witty to say. I have my off days I suppose. Oh well.
justin.
我好想好想飞 逃离这个疯狂的世界
The world is a dark and shady place filled with people you wish you never knew. Or knew about. "Empty vessels make the most noise" describe these people the best. Loudmouths who are just that and nothing else. And people ask why war never ends.
Life is just too good for some people they never learn to grow up beyond 12 years of age.
justin.
