Sunday, October 28, 2007

Self-help guru? Time to scratch that from my list of possible careers. Ohwell.

First week back's shown little evidence of the horrors we've been told to expect. But then again, school's proven time and time again over the last dozen years that true terror never gives a prior warning. And come to think of it, we might just be inches away from getting massacred. Bummer.

i heard the crickets at 12:39 pm


Sunday, October 21, 2007

Alright then, so we head back tomorrow.

Its a funny thing really, that I'm feeling worried about it starting all over again, all the deadlines and everything. Its not been as if deadlines ever left me this vacation. Nope, in fact, they've been hanging just around the corner, in its various guises. Why then the slight dread?

Perhaps Jun Hao's right. Its all down to psychology. And its probably the same with all the other events I had niggly worries about, like Poly Forum.


i heard the crickets at 6:40 pm


Saturday, October 20, 2007

"Triple Threat". That's what the Straits Times' Sports Desk is calling this weekend. And its hard to disagree. Across the world, in 3 different disciplines, the biggest grudges have to be settled once and for all, or at least till the next meet.

In British football, the two biggest derbies are less than an hour away from kick-off. In Glasgow, Celtic and Rangers will slug it out in the most temptuous of sectarian derbies, while Liverpool make the short trip across Stanley Park in northwest England, to battle their most-hated of rivals, Everton. Derbies, as I have written before, are the biggest games of a club's season. Forget the cup finals, derbies are the ones that ABSOLUTELY have to be won. Losing is never an option. The TV big-wigs have left me, and other football fans with a momentuous decision: just which derby do we follow? How they could schedule both games to kick off just 10 minutes apart is beyond me. Derbies of this nature, the biggest of the land they are, are the ones that even the neutrals will take a keen interest, if only to have a taste of the spine-chilling atmosphere the hordes of ravenous fans will produce. Pity then.

But in rugby union and Formula One racing, the world champions will be crowned this weekend. The Poms of England play the Springboks of South Africa in the sixth World Cup final, in what is shaping up to be a clash of styles. The in-your-face-scrummage-and-kicking style of the English up against the fast and powerful running game favoured by the Boks. Grit versus Style if you wish. I've been proven wrong on two successive occasions already by the English, but this hasn't stopped me from again picking their opponents to beat them. The all-round class of the Boks team was built, it seems, for this Cup. Surely, they have no better chance than this to grab their second world crown. But rugby, like all other sports, has never been played on paper. The Boks will have to prove their worth on the biggest stage tonight in the Stade de France. And I'll be hoping they do. Or I suppose Joanna will have something to say first thing on Monday in her class. Lol.

And its a three-way fight between the McLarens of Fernando Alonso and Lewis Hamilton and the Ferrari of Kimi Raikkonen for the world title. In Schumi's time, I always backed the Prancing Horse, but Raikkonen, the Iceman, lacks the passion for motor-racing that the great champion had, and still has. So for me, I'll be backing the McLarens Mercedes team to have a driver crowned champion. So the question is, Alonso or Hamilton? Easy. Its Hamilton for me. Maturity beyond his years, added to a fearless streak in his driving, makes him a driver out of Schumi's mode. But whoever wins, I think this season has seen the birth of what will be the biggest rivalry in Formula One since the days of Prost versus Senna. Cheers to that!

i heard the crickets at 6:48 pm

Here's a look at why us youths in Singapore have it good:

Quality education? Its a priviledge, not a God-given right.

i heard the crickets at 1:44 am


Thursday, October 11, 2007

Tired man, that's all I can say.

But Kelsey Grammer's new sketch show and this website,, put me right again. What a blast. =D

i heard the crickets at 11:19 pm


Wednesday, October 10, 2007

I've been feeling pretty tired the last couple of days, but for some reason, I wake up way before the alarm goes off. Bummer.

Had plenty of time to think about stuff these hols. Serious stuff, lame stuff, and the seriously lame stuff. An item of consideration was why I've never used titles in my blog entries. The first reason I could think of was obviously the fact that I'm just too freaking lazy to think up something fancy. But I realised something a little more sinister.

I've noticed an unnerving trend in my writing, which as pointed by Ms Ng, happens in my presentations too. Rambling. I've been having conclusions that I didn't envisaged having when I started writing. Quite honestly, I've been allowing my arguments to lead me to whatever conclusion they fancied. The entry about Antonio Puerta's death is a case in point. Didn't mean to even include the rant at the heavy fixtures list, but I concluded with that in the end. And this can be seen in quite a few entries too.

Having arguments that lead to unexpected conclusions isn't really a problem; it might even be a boon. But it is in rambling, where the piece is all over the place, that kills good writing. Either that, or I take my writing a little too seriously. =\

By the way, I realised that this entry is another case in point.

i heard the crickets at 4:26 pm

Ok. So I got it wrong. Twice. England WILL play France on Saturday for a place in the final, while the All Blacks and the Wallabies WILL be back home, in disgrace. Bugger. The great Aussie scrum-half, George Gregan's words have indeed come back to haunt New Zealand:

"Four more years, boys, four more years."

i heard the crickets at 4:03 pm


Sunday, October 07, 2007

Found this interesting article off a Freakonomics link just the other day:

Now, I found this interesting in a round-about interesting way. Let's start from the very beginning for this story.

I read somewhere, quite some time ago, that scientists had come to the conclusion that the universe had been growing from its very birth, many billion years ago. The thing is, the universe has never stopped growing, and the scientists believe, and in fact are quite sure, that the universe will continue to grow on for all eternity. This theory, which will be called the "Infinite Growth" theory for use here, I applied to some other concepts, including the Internet.

Well, the theory's been blown apart by this article, on the Internet count anyway. But reading the article got me thinking: what if, just what if, those scientists who came up with the "Infinite Growth" theory got it all wrong? What if there's a size limit in which the universe can grow in?

Imagine then, the growing universe meeting its boundaries on any given day. Now, what we call space is really a vacuum; there's nothing there. So it doesn't seem too bad in the beginning. But what if the universe continues to be able to grow, even when its boxed in? As more and more planets and more and more stars (very much like our Sun) are created over billions of years, would it not reduce the physical distance between such objects? And as time passes, probably over billions of years, wouldn't it lead to the gravitational pulls of the various planets and stars interfering with each other? Would it create disasterous phenomena on the scale of black holes or worse?

I'm just hazarding wild, nowhere-in-hell-right guesses after all, seeing that I'm no scientist (and the fact that I pretty much sucked in Physics). But I reckon if, touchwood, something like this happens, we won't be seeing it in our lifetimes, and maybe not for another twenty-seven to the power of sixty-three generations.




i heard the crickets at 11:43 pm


Thursday, October 04, 2007

My last post numbered 360, which to me seems like a very nice number. Which explains why I've taken so long to come up with a new one. NAY.

Simple inertia.

Well, the "Phony War" is finally over. The Rugby World Cup is now and truly into the sudden death phase. So the Irish and the Welsh won't stick around for the party, but for their performances, deserved the early trips home. England ought to have been eliminated too. Pity then, that throwing the kitchen sink didn't help the Tongans. No matter, four good quality ties this weekend should sort out the men from the boys.

If I were a betting man, I'd put my money on New Zealand, Argentina, Australia and South Africa knocking out France, Scotland, England and Fiji respectively. All Southern Hemisphere semi-final line-up? Can't wait.

OH! And I'm starving. Hai.

i heard the crickets at 12:31 am


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