Monday, December 31, 2012

Happy New Year!

New Year's Eve was a blast, except for fighting for an hour before we entered the Square, Jono and I had fun.
We had VIP tickets to see Jack Parrow, and then he never pitched at DropZone???


Blayne and I...
Me and my baby love!
 






Some random dude... Dropzone had a foam party ;)







Jack Parrow brah!!!
 

I look super duper ugly with a bike helmet...
Me and my old buddies!!!!

Those "happy new year" shit gets in everywhere!!!

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Don't be racist!

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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Jono got hurt... My dad is awesome!

After the car accident, Jonathan was complaining about back and neck pains.

Solution:


Voltarin injections work ;)

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Sunday, December 16, 2012

Drunk drivers suck!

On Friday, 14 December 2012, a friend and I went for coffee at Seattle Coffee in Menlyn Shopping Centre. My friend’s name is Jonathan David Dunbar Thorogood (hereafter referred to as Jonathan). At approximately 22:00 we left the Shopping Centre and entered Atterbury Road to get onto the N1 North. It was raining heavily and traffic stopped on the N1 onramp. I halted behind a Silver Volkswagen Polo. The Silver Polo was driven by Pheaha Godfrey Maloba (hereafter referred to as Godfrey). There were three or four cars in front of the Polo. All the cars were stopping because of the traffic flow and rain. At approximately 22:15 a Hilux drove into my rear, which caused my car to plough into the Silver Polo in front of me. The driver of the Hilux was later identified as John and the passenger in the Hilux is John’s wife/spouse, Daleen


The Hilux then reversed, went over the right curb and drove past myself and the Polo. I then passed the Polo in pursuit of the bakkie. Jonathan identified the bakkie as a blue Toyota Hilux. The Hilux was weaving from lane to lane and speeding, almost driving into me as I got next to them to show him to pull him over. The Polo followed me and we attempted to slow the Hilux’s driver down, and pull him over. All three vehicles involved in the accident then pulled over just past the Pretoria/N4 off-ramp, about 5km from the accident scene. Godfrey and I got out of our vehicles, and as we were walking towards the Hilux, the driver sped off. The Polo was right behind the Hilux, and I pursued the two vehicles. We were all travelling on the N1 North. My vehicle was unsteady and pulling to the left.

At the Zambezi turn-off the Hilux left the N1 freeway in the direction of the toll gates. He was driving in the right-hand lane (the fast lane) on the highway and then suddenly turned off on the Zambezi off-ramp. The Polo drove in front of the Hilux and then slowed him down until he was forced to stop, about 50 meters before the tollgates. I stopped right behind the Hilux and blocked him from the back. Godfrey opened the Hilux’s door and removed the keys from the ignition. We all got out of our vehicles and as John got out he was stumbling and smelled of alcohol. His speech was slurred and he did not realise what was going on. He was questioning us in respect of forcing him to stop. When my friend told him to look at the damage on the Camry that he caused and failing to stop after an accident, he went to the back of my car. He returned to the Hilux and lit a cigarette.  We phoned the police and waited on their arrival. It was clear that he was very drunk, not realising what was going on. Daleen pleaded that we must not inform the police, and that they would take care of the damages.

I walked to the security office at the tollgate and requested the personnel to call the Metro Police. About an hour later the Metro Police arrived at the same time as the lawyer of John. We were requested by the police to go to the Sinnoville Police Station. John van Niekerk was taken to hospital to have his blood-alcohol levels tested. Godfrey and I filled out the Accident report AR127/12/2012, and received our case number CAS250/12/2012 relating to the drunken driving charge. At the Police station Daleen said that John is a mechanic and will fix my car, as they did not have insurance.



At the time of the accident it was dark but Atterbury road and the N1 was well lit. It was raining and the tarmac was wet. The visibility was good. My vehicle was in a roadworthy condition and all the lights were working. The damage to the back of my vehicle which was caused by the Hilux is serious and I suspect that the chassis is bent. The Hilux missed my tow-bar and damage to the boot is serious. The front left bumper, fender and light are also broken from bumping into the VW Polo. The Hilux was damaged front centre and on our way to Sinnoville Police I noticed that the Hilux overheated.


Wednesday, December 12, 2012

History in the making

Today at exactly 12 minutes, 12 secs after 12 o' clock on December 12th, the time will be 12:12:12, 12/12/12.
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Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Draft

Well, there's this guy I met in a dodgy bar... We kinda belong together and its kinda scary how much I care for him... Its been 9 days that I've known him and I can't imagine life without him anymore... I would need much stronger pills if I lost him. It feels weird because I can't stop thinking about him... That's just the start...

Friday, December 7, 2012

The cutest godson in the world!

So, although I despise christmas, this picture makes me love it. I really have the cutest ginger ninja godson in the world!

I should just visit him more often...
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Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Dear Jonathan

Thank you for healing me. Thank you for hearing me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for listening to me. Thank you for holding me, and saying "I love you". Oh, and I love you. God! I love you. Being who we are, is perfect and I wouldn't change it for anything. This day is going to be long without you. Love you my Scot.
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Friday, November 23, 2012

Chasing the Grim Reaper

So I have been diagnosed with depression quite recently and since I've been on my medication, I've been on a roller coaster of emotions. It is normal to have ups and downs, because the medication takes three months to stabilize your emotions.

Just to prove to myself how unstable I am at the moment, I decided to do the dumbest thing I could think of. There is a reason behind doing all of this nonsense. Two nights ago I cried like someone had died. I felt extremely miserable and sad, and for no reason at all. I pity myself for being so over reactive for nothing. I had a great day at work, came home all "happy-chappy", ate my dinner, watched QI, and as soon as I went to bed I felt like my world was coming to an end.

As personal as this may be, I still know that I'm not the only person in the world with problems, and people who are on anti-depressants will totally agree with me. Anti-depressants take away your sex-drive. Completely... Sad, but true. So, as I haven't had a rush of joy in quite a while, I craved a sense of emotional stimulation that would make me feel "high". Not that the drugs don't do it, the drugs make me giggle at myself, but its not the same.

I started off this week by driving like "I stole it", but that didn't give me the "high" that you get from adrenaline.

Now, to paint the complete picture for you, I live in Waverley, and I work in Centurion, and I am a commuter. I take the Gautrain (subway) daily to work and back. To and from the Gautrain is a 15 minute walk from Centurion Mall where I work. There is a bridge crossing Centurion Lake. This bridge is a hot spot for muggings and near death experiences. Apparently.

You guessed it, I took a walk, at 20:15 across the bridge of terror, to get an adrenaline high. I'm not complete stupid though, I have a stun gun. I haven't used it on anyone, yet... But it sounds like it can do some harm.

I had the whole scenario planned in my head. Some idiot with the intention to take my personal belongings (that I worked for, got paid for, and bought with my own money) was going to come at me. I would have stunned him, laughed at him or said something smart, and thrown him off the bridge, and the crime would stay an unsolved mystery or been declared a suicide.


I did it! I walked over that bridge, checking 360 degrees like a chameleon, and a man was following me. As I went around the corner to the train station, the man disappeared. He could have wanted to harm me, or he could have just been a circumstantial coincidence, but I got my high.

I sat and smoked a cigarette before I went inside the station. I smoked it like I was Clint Eastwood and the good guys won. Across the road there was a graffiti mark spray painted on the wall. I should have taken a photo, but my phone's camera is crap. It was a zodiac sign. Libra. The scales of justice. Its a bit funny how sentimental that rundown building became in a matter of a glimpse.

The high is gone now, but it will come again tomorrow. And the day after that.

The big question is now, if I do get mugged and killed, was it a form of suicide, or just another coincidence? I don't believe in fate anymore, or signs, or divine intervention, I just believe that there are good and bad people out there, and whatever happens, we can just blame or praise whoever is responsible for committing or omitting an act.

I am changing. We are all constantly changing. We are becoming who we will end up to be, and whatever I need to do to make sure I reach my ultimate status, will be done. I realized this when I was in the train, staring at my blurry reflection on the window. I am blurry at the moment. One day, and I don't know when, I will be clear minded.

But not now... As much as I hate Twilight, I have to admit, Bella going crazy for adrenaline to make her feel alive is a great idea. The idea is not very original, but its a cure for this moment in time.

See you on the flip side.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Headspin

All I want to say is that I'm the only satellite in my life. My friends are there to hold my hand, my family is there to criticize me, and there are strangers to distract me.

I feel like I'm spinning out of control lately, like I have lost the vision, and the will to go on. I realize that I am depressed, and that there is hope, I just need to find it again. Contrasting that statement I still have dreams and ambitions, I just don't feel like living for the moment anymore.

I have sympathy for murderers these days. I can see how anger and frustration would lead to the inevitable. But I can't understand why anyone would want to spend the rest of their life in an overcrowded cell...

I also understand why my uncles committed suicide. This life is hard... Its extremely hard. I have never felt as worthless or stupid in all my life, as I do now. There is a difference between feeling sad and feeling useless.

I hate this feeling. I am starting to hate myself. Its not that I hate life, I love life, I just don't like my life.

I have recently been diagnosed with depression, and I know that I am not the only one. I am currently on Trepeline, Urbanol, and Paxil. I feel better. I have great days and then I have horrible days as well.

At least I got a new job, I got away from the wicked witch of Brooklyn Bridge. I love my new job, I'm good at it, and I work with people. The interactions and influence of being around other people make me feel like I have a purpose. Yes, anyone can do my job. Yes, I can work with people anywhere. But this job... Its what I need right now.

I get lost in my head, as weird as it may sound, I forget what I want to do and what I need to do, but I still have plans for the future. The motivation is slacking though.

I'm not writing this post out of self pity or the need for attention. I am writing because I love it. I haven't written anything in ages. I have re-posted and retold stories, but its been a while since I wrote.

Its hard to find things that you like when you get depressed. I have recently started filling out word puzzles and playing soduko. Television bores me, but its a great pass time to shut down your brain and look at a moving picture box. My medication also helps by making me sleepy, so, I go to bed four hours earlier than I usually do. Sleeping is another great pass time activity. You can't be sad when you're asleep.

This is the start of the long road to recovery. Well, I'm not an alcoholic... So this is the great start to becoming reasonably normal and socially accepted by people who don't understand what it feels like to want to curl up in a fetal position and cry all the time.

My eating patterns have improved, my sleeping patterns are perfect and yet my energy levels stay low, my interest in activities are slowly creeping up and excitement comes and goes, and my interest in relationships have decreased to being nonexistent. I think about death and dying all the time, but that should be normal when six of your family members died in one year.

Six funerals in one year... It's like the Grim Reaper wants me to know that he is always close and reachable.

That silver lining on the clouds that I always talk about seem to be waiting for the cumulonimbus thunderstorm clouds to disperse and cumulus clouds to develop.

It's hard to not know what you want, or want what you need, or feel what you need to feel, or want to need to feel. If that makes any sense... If anything makes sense... If making sense of it all matters... If you really matter...

If I really matter.

Obviously I'm having a bad day. And just so you know, I'm not bipolar. Although that would be a brilliant excuse for everything that I've done in my life.

The only reason I would like to be religious is if there were proof that heaven existed.

Maybe heaven is just a metaphor for peace.

I would like to be at peace.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Tell me something interesting...

I blog... I like funerals... I hate Christmas... I hate church... I love documentaries... I hate most comedies... I hate chick flicks more... I am obsessed with WWII... Well, history... I hate asians... I would love to be a part of sea shepherd for the rest of my days... I'm a mass murderer in my dreams... Queen Elizabeth is my favourite woman ever... I want to shave my hair like GI Jane, but never will... Going into a coma is on my bucket list a long with suffering from some fatal disease... I'm most afraid of death, but my dad scares me too... I get anxiety attacks, it started when I was 11... :)
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Monday, October 22, 2012

Things that I want to tell my boss

I am frustrated beyond the point of return. I work for the most incompetent idiot I have ever met. I am not joking. I want to resign, and I am going to. I wanted to write her the most distasteful letter I have ever written, and let her know that I resign, but she doesn't deserve one bit of effort from me. She owes me my time back, time that I have wasted on her, time that is of no use to me or my future, except for motivating me more to get what I want.

I am writing this to get it all out of my system. This woman just brings out the bitch in me...

Dear Maria de Fatima Fernandes Nel

With the same respect you have treated me, I hereby resign immediately. Thank you for making this descision so easy, and also for letting me know how you don't need me. This should come as no surprise.

I can't babysit a 56 year old woman, this was a secretary job, not an Au Pair job. You are the most selfish, selfrightious bitch I have ever met, and I wish that I could've avoided you all my life, and I wish that Old Mutual didn't have you, they deserve better. You have never met anyone as unwilling to learn as you.

You are a financial advisor that doesn't know any of the products you are selling, nor do you give a shit about any of your clients. I know this because most of your client's policies are in non-compliant funds, which just by the way... IS ILLEGAL! You keep going on about the fact that this is your business, yet me, and all of your previous secretaries are doing all of your business for you, which by the way IS ALSO ILLEGAL! We are not financial advisors, and we shouldn't be doing your work.

P.S. Learn how to use a computer, and what exactly your job description is.

You can't use a computer, you can't even send an e-mail. You don't know the procedures, nor the legislation that goes along with investments and annuities. And you have the nerve to call me incompetent?

You make me so mad that I want to rip off your head and kill a smoke in your throat, or better yet, just burn off your face with coffee and turn you into the monster you really are. You probably killed your husband. I bet your voice causes cancer, or he gave himself cancer, because I can't understand how anyone would want to be in the same room as you... Brain cancer set him free.

I am not saying any of this with no reason.

Who the fuck would ask their PA for a portfolio, tell her to bring it to a reastaurant, phone her back and say "No, this is wrong, I wanted an Astute", and make the PA walk back to restaurant, and then fuck off without telling her you left.

All your forms you fill in is wrong, and then I get blamed, because I didn't check if you did your job correctly.

When quesries come your way, you go into a flat spin, because number one, you don't know what to do, and number two, you have no time management skills. Then you have the tendancy to shout at everyone, you call them pathetic and tell them that they are talking bullshit. You suffer from a dellusion of grandeur, and you are really not that special. You are replacable, and you are as useless as a old calander.

No one has ever belittled or insulted me as badly as you. In a working environment, this shit doesn't really fly. I can understand why you live with dogs, I think you can learn from their people skills.

Yes, I have made mistakes, but that's because I haven't done this for 28 years like you, nor do I have the ability to learn anything from you because you know nothing. At least I have the common decency to apologize, you don't seem to know the words.

So, don't call me, I won't answer my phone. Just fuck off and die...

Friday, October 12, 2012

See children, drugs are bad!

My grandmother used to drink pills for headaches, the pain killers would give her heartburn, and then she would take pills for that, and after a while we started switching her pain killers with vitamins.

She lived to be 91. She passed away this year.

I take painkillers to make me happy, along with antihestimine. So does my sister. My dad lives on sleeping pills and painkillers. My mom, not at all. She hates pills.

My cousin started using all kinds of drugs when she was in highschool. She did heroin, cocaine, marijuana, acid, ecstassy, and all the inbetweeners. She got pregnant 12 years ago. When her baby boy was a few months old, she went on a drug binge. I woke up with the sounds of screams coming from the street.

She has always been messed up. My dad met her when she was 8 or something. She would rule the house with her moodswings. She didn't want to go to school, although she finished highschool.

Her mom, my aunt, has the same level of dishonesty as my cousin. She stole money from the bank, my dad was the forensic investigator at the bank, and he had to have a talk with her about the money she stole. No arrest made though. About 15 years ago, she and my cousin packed up and moved to the otherside of the country, after a man, that didn't want anything to do with my aunt or her carbon copy.

5 Years ago, just before I went to America, our whole family had an intervention with the druggy cousin. My uncle paid a truck load of money to send her to the best rehab center, and after 2 days, my braindammaged aunt bailed her out, because my aunt couldn't cope.

If I say she has braindamage, I'm not being nasty. Well, actually I am, but that's not the point. She had a brain annurism about 8 years ago, she had to go for brain surgery, and in rehab she pulled out the pipes in her head that were supposed to drain the fluids from her brain, so, obviously the fluids in her brain damaged her brain.

My aunt was addicted to slimming tablets at that stage. After the surgery, she told my mom that my cousin uses heroin to lose weight.

Coming back to the present. My cousin was diagnosed with psycosis when she went to rehab. She hasn't worked in a year. My aunt can't work, then again, she doesn't have to, she is 67 or something. She should be enjoying retirement. Not that she has money left, she spent her whole pension fund on debt.

They got evicted for the millionth time last night. My nephew moved in with us. My aunt is going to live with my uncle, and only time will tell what is going to happen to my cousin.

My nephew is too old to be rehabilitated. Growing up with a dysfunctional mother and grandmother shows. He is dishonest, he is already a career criminal, and his psyce is quistionable. Children can be rehabilitated up to the age of 5 years and 6 months. He "bought" a cell phone from a kid at school. He picked up money and claimed it, and when the owner noticed he had dropped it, my nephew stuck to h

My dad will set him straight. Having an 11 year old in the house isn't a blessing really, my parents want to retire in a few years.

But hey! At least I got a child to look after again. I really want kids, but this one... Not really.

I'm going to go and look for a silver lining now.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

My Personal Roast of Steve Hofmeyr

South Africa started another TV show based on an American show... What a surprise! So, our first Comedy Central Roast involved lame humor and failed attempts of roasting Steve Hofmeyr.


Now, it's no secret that the roast sucked. There were a few good lines, but really, no roasting actually happened.

So, I know that I am no comedian, but I could have done better. If I offend you, or anything about you, please feel free to GTFO.

Let me start by saying that if Steve was made in God's image, we all understand why Casper de Vries is an atheist.

The difference between Julius Malema and Steve Hofmeyr is this... The police are trying to remove Julius from society.

His mind may have gone on vacation, but his mouth is still working overtime.

I am grateful for Steve Hofmeyr, he made it easy for me to recognize idiots at a braai. If they know the song, they're idiots, and if they own the CD, they're brain dead.

Looking at Steve, I don't know what Casper or Sharlene sees in men...

He also made idiots on the road identify themselves by hanging blue balls on their cars, which looked suspiciously the same as the outfit he was wearing.


We know that there is a recession and you have to save money, but Steve, condoms in South Africa are free. When you register your next child, or visit a hospital, just check the bathrooms... It costs an average of R6,4-million to raise a child.

There is a theory that with the way you are populating South Africa, within the next 6 generations all of our DNA will match.

We all know that Steve can get carried away sometimes. The only problem is it's never far enough.

He had to leave his last wife due to illness. She got sick of him.

Steve is a great singer. He has no equal. Everybody is better.

He may not look like much, but believe it or not he shows up many of the great thinkers of our age. Well, maybe I'm exaggerating. But at least he's disproved Darwin's theory of evolution.

He puts the FUN in dysFUNctional.

He’s afraid nobody will remember him when he’s gone. Gee, I can think of several reasons he’ll be remembered. He wouldn’t like any of them, but I can think of them.

Steve, all that you are, you owe to your parents. I know a good lawyer.

My heart stopped last night when I heard you sing. Then the neighbors phoned and apologized for their voiceless dog.


Well... That's it!

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

The Dnepropetrovsk Maniacs

Ok, I've been wanting to blog about these three boys since last year when I found out about them on Yahoo Answers. All three of them were born in 1988, which means they're a year younger than I am... By the way... I am addicted to Yahoo Answers and Wikipedia. I can't I magine my life without the Internet!


They are called the Dnepropetrovsk Manaics because they lived in Dnepropetrovsk, Ukraine. DUH! What gave them the name is a completely different story. According to them, and Wikipedia, they were bullied in school. To gain the self-confidence to stand up to their bullies they started doing stupid shit, like doing stunts on tall buildings. They were fourteen at the time... It started getting out of hand when they started killing stray cats and dogs and taking photos with them. Their IQ's just dropped by 25 points. Sorry if you get grossed out, but this is wack.




In a month's time, from 25 June to 23 July in 2007, when these boys were a mere twenty years of age, they killed 21 people. Well, two of the three anyway. The third one was OK with torturing animals to death, but after the first human he didn't like it anymore. One of the videos shown as evidence in the court was a kitten being tortured for three hours, until he was eased of his suffering. These other two nut jobs continued with their personal killing spree and the weird thing is that they involved Hitler into this somehow, and at their victims' funerals, they paid respect by showing them the middle finger and taking photos of it. I don't know about you, but I started the middle finger thing when I was five... Or maybe before that. I remember getting punished in pre-school for doing it. So, BRAVO! boys, your IQ's just dropped another 10 points.





Two boys went fishing in a river nearby the one day, the Dnepropetrovsk Maniacs attacked them. One brave soul survived and notified the Police, when they returned to the scene of the crime, they found the friend's body. Here's something funny though, the Police took the little boy, accused him of murder, and beat him for information. Woops. They let him the boy go when a woman also survived an attack and both of their descriptions of the suspects matched.


Another video shown in court we all know as "3 GUYS 1 HAMMER", and I have seen it. I wouldn't suggest that anyone watch that, but I am way too curious to let stuff like that slip...

The two "more evil" killers are Viktor Sayenko and Igor Suprunyuck, who were both sentenced to life imprisonment. Alexander Hanzha, got 9 years. That means he'll be out in 2018... They were sentenced on February 11, 2009.


It's hard to imagine that these kids used to be cute toddlers, or that the one had a girlfriend. Or just the fact that they were born as humans and ended up Freddy Kruger. Some say they did it for money by selling their snuff movies, others say it was for fun. I don't care why they did it, I'm just glad they got caught and removed from society.

I want to thank skcentral.com for documenting history, and posting photos so I can use them ;)

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Born in 1987

In 1987, the world was a different place.


There was no Google yet. Or Yahoo.

In 1987, the year of your birth, the top selling movie was Fatal Attraction. People buying the popcorn in the cinema lobby had glazing eyes when looking at the poster.


Remember, that was before there were DVDs. People were indeed watching movies in the cinema, and not downloading them online. Imagine the packed seats, the laughter, the excitement, the novelty. And mostly all of that without 3D computer effects.

Do you know who won the Oscars that year? The academy award for the best movie went to The Last Emperor. The Oscar for best foreign movie that year went to Babette's Feast. The top actor was Michael Douglas for his role as Gordon Gekko in Wall Street. The top actress was Cher for her role as Loretta Castorini in Moonstruck. The best director? Bernardo Bertolucci for The Last Emperor.


In the year 1987, the time when you arrived on this planet, books were still popularly read on paper, not on digital devices. Trees were felled to get the word out. The number one US bestseller of the time was The Tommyknockers by Stephen King. Oh, that's many years ago. Have you read that book? Have you heard of it? Look at the cover!


In 1987... Aretha Franklin becomes the first woman inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Pennsylvania Treasurer Budd Dwyer shoots and kills himself with a revolver during a televised press conference after being found guilty on charges of bribery, fraud, conspiracy, and racketeering. The last Ohrbach's department store closes in New York City after 64 years of operation. British Airways is privatised and listed on the London Stock Exchange. Supernova 1987A, the first "naked-eye" supernova since 1604, is observed. U.S. President Ronald Reagan addresses the American people on the Iran-Contra Affair, acknowledging that his overtures to Iran had 'deteriorated' into an arms-for-hostages deal. The Simpsons cartoon first appears on The Tracy Ullman Show. Rudolf Hess is found dead in his cell in Spandau Prison. Hess, 93, is believed to have committed suicide by hanging himself with an electrical flex. He was the last remaining prisoner at the complex, which is soon demolished. NASCAR driver Bill Elliott sets all time fastest lap at Talladega Superspeedway, with 212.8 miles per hour. Lieutenant Colonel Sitiveni Rabuka executes a bloodless coup in Fiji. Nineteen year-old West German pilot Mathias Rust evades Soviet air defenses and lands a private plane on Red Square in Moscow. He is immediately detained. The first ever Edgefest festival takes place at Molson Park in Barrie, Ontario. Guns N' Roses release their debut album, Appetite For Destruction. The Federal Communications Commission rescinds the Fairness Doctrine, which had required radio and television stations to "fairly" present controversial issues. Unknown perpetrators hijack the signal of WGN-TV for about 20 seconds, and WTTW for about 90 seconds, and displays a strange video of a man in a Max Headroom mask. The video game of the day was The Legend of Zelda.

That was the world you were born into. Since then, you and others have changed it.

The Nobel prize for Literature that year went to Joseph Brodsky. The Nobel Peace prize went to Óscar Arias Sánchez. The Nobel prize for physics went to Johannes Georg Bednorz and Karl Alexander Müller from West Germany for their important break-through in the discovery of superconductivity in ceramic materials. The sensation this created was big. But it didn't stop the planets from spinning, on and on, year by year. Years in which you would grow bigger, older, smarter, and, if you were lucky, sometimes wiser. Years in which you also lost some things. Possessions got misplaced. Memories faded. Friends parted ways. The best friends, you tried to hold on. This is what counts in life, isn't it?


The 1980s were indeed a special decade. The Soviet-Afghan war goes on. Eastern Europe sees the collapse of communism. Policies like Perestroika and Glasnost in the Soviet Union lead to a wave of reforms. Protests are crushed down on Tiananmen Square in China. Ethiopa witnesses widespread famine. Nicolae Ceausescu is overthrown. The AIDS pandemic begins. The role of women in the workplace increased greatly. MTV is launched in the US. There is opposition against Apartheid in South Africa as well as worldwide. Heavy Metal and Hard Rock bands are extremely popular. The rise of Techno music begins. Originally primarily played on campus radio stations, College Rock enters the scene with bands like the Pixies, REM and Sonic Youth. The Hip Hop scene continues to evolve. Teletext is introduced. Gay rights become more widely accepted in the world. Opposition to nuclear power plants grows. The A-Team and Seinfeld are popular on TV. US basketball player Michael Jordan bursts on the scene. Super Mario Bros, Zelda's Link, and Pac-Man gain fame in video games. People wear leggings, shoulder pads and Ray-Ban sunglasses.

Do you know what was on the cover of Life that year?


Do you remember the movie that was all the rage when you were 15? Signs. Do you still remember the songs playing on the radio when you were 15? Maybe it was How You Remind Me by Nickelback. Were you in love? Who were you in love with, do you remember?

In 1987, 15 years earlier, a long time ago, the year when you were born, the song La Bamba by Los Lobos topped the US charts. Do you know the lyrics? Do you know the tune? Sing along.

Para bailar la Bamba
Para bailar la Bamba
Se necesita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia
Pa mi y pa tiv Ahi arriba ahi arriba
Ahi arriba ahi arriba
Por ti sere
Por ti sere
Yo no soy Marinero
Yo no soy Marinero
Soy Capitan soy Capitan
...


There's a kid outside, shouting, playing. It doesn't care about time. It doesn't know about time. It shouts and it plays and thinks time is forever. You were once that kid.

When you were 9, the movie Dragonheart was playing. When you were 8, there was Jumanji. When you were 7, there was a Disney movie out called Pocahontas. Does this ring a bell?


6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... it's 1987. There's TV noise coming from the second floor. Someone turned up the volume way too high. The sun is burning from above. These were different times. The show playing on TV is Remington Steele. The sun goes down. Someone switches channels. There's Thirtysomething on now. That's the world you were born in.

Progress, year after year. Do you wonder where the world is heading towards? The technology available today would have blown your mind in 1987. Do you know what was invented in the year you were born? The Cholesterol Drug Statin. Digital Light Processing. Electronically-controlled Continuously Variable Transmission.

Have you ever seen me? I'm the future
I represent how it's gonna be, I'm the future
Born in 1987, I'm the future
Party people get ready, it's the future
...


That's from the song The Future by Bow Wow.


In 1987, a new character entered the world of comic books: Mister Sinister. Bang! Boom! But that's just fiction, right? In the real world, in 1987, Aaron Carter was born. And Joss Stone. Tom Felton, too. And you, of course. Everyone an individual. Everyone special. Everyone taking a different path through life.
It's 2012.

The world is a different place.

What path have you taken?

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