tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52595332011-11-08T22:58:36.992+08:00<b>esprit d'escalier</b> (es-PREE des-cah-lee-É) <i>n. French</i> <br><br>lit. <i>"Spirit of the Stairway"</i> the regret one feels when a witty remark comes to mind after the opportunity has passed to use itCruiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660330665209336945noreply@blogger.comBlogger4291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259533.post-47332820182283665402009-08-14T01:13:00.010+08:002009-08-14T03:43:32.174+08:00

Bought in: Borrowed from Julie.Content: 2/5Language: 2/5Ease of Reading: 5/5 (higher being easier)Overall: 3/5What I never understood after reading Twilight is, why is it that when guys fawn over a hot chick like Shimrit As or Sienna Miller, we are deemed perverts, but when Stephenie Meyer talks about how god-awfully-fucking-perfect Edward's pale white face and glittering skin is, it's a

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Foreword: So I figured, since I love this domain so much, and the title of the blog even more, I thought I'd post something on it to prevent it from getting defunct. Over the course of the weeks in Germany I read at least 9 books, and I think it's only respectful for the books that I review and share with the world what I have learnt.Bought in: London's main train station? I can't remember the

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Montages like these make you want to be a gangster. Cool Valentino suits, shades, silk ties, pinkie rings, desert eagles, hot babes, big hoop rings. Like in Revolver.

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Ok guys just to inform y'all again i have a new blog set up to chronicle my life here in indiana. will still update this blog, but not as frequently as the other one atIndiana Jones and the Last Cruiserleave a comment!

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Just an update: I've finished mixing my own track! Track Listing here:1) Rihanna - Pon De Replay2) The Game - How We Do3) Delinquent Habits - Return Of The Tres4) Mary Mary - Shackles5) Pussycat Dolls - Buttons6) Machi - Jump 2003 (hehe)7) Speedy feat. Lumidee - Sientelo8) Will Smith - Miami9) Sean Paul - Get Busy (you can't deny this track really gets you grooving)10) Lumidee - Uh Oh11) Khia -

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Because I'm such a lazy pompous asshole, here's a couple of my own mixes that I did during my free time. Not that I have a lot of it, but I tend to prioritise the wrong things sometimes. Enjoy!

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Anchorman is probably the funniest Will Ferrell movie EVER. He has some good comedies, like Old School, Talladega Nights (Part Two of his Mediocre American Man trilogy, go Wiki it), and Blades of Glory. But Anchorman beats them hands down. It's slapstick and witty at the same time.One of the funnier scenes.

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The bad thing about me is that with every little topic that crosses my path, I have to Wiki it. I won't exactly call it a bad thing, but somehow I tend to get anal when people get their facts wrong because I've Wiki-ed it and read up on it before in the past. So yes, ignorance, in some respects, is always bliss.Luckily for me, I have a good temper to hold back those anal moments, because it's not

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I have a new blog, just a rough diary about life here. Obviously only the non-juicy news is on it. HAH. It's athttp://www.indiana-jonesing.blogspot.comMind you, it's a diary, so the interesting juicy bits do fluctuate with my schedule, so don't say I didn't warn you.Anyhow, check out this electronic instrument called the "theremin" on wikipedia. Real cool.I've nothing much to say today, it's a

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I know many of you have been refreshing my page many times to see if I've updated my blog on the happenings of my life so far in the US and the A. HAH! No! I've been busying myself with ponning orientation programs and scooting around campus in my Wal-Mart bike.Life so far has been good. It makes me feel pressurized to know that I'm constantly 12 hours behind Singapore time, but yes, it's been

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I woke up this morning realising that 7 days later, I would be on the flight to Hong Kong, then Chicago, then Indianapolis. As Groucho Marx would put it, "Times flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana." Last minute preparations have been hindered by a lack of finances, but the basic necessities have already been purchased. Now I just need some entertainment for my 24-hour journey over to

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With the recent goings-on, I thought I'd do a post on humour. Singaporean sense of humur. Or maybe I'd blog about the subtle differences between trance, drum & bass, techno and house music. Or maybe about how time is flying past so quickly. Or maybe about how my laptop keyboard is irritating me because I can't type fast enough without the frequent typo or hitting the "€" button.Then I thought

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To pick up where I left off from last week, I went clubbing again on Saturday, and then some more.Saturday: Play with Aze, Qinhao and their friendsFor the uninitiated, Play is a gay club. Yes, a gay club (TaT - the answer is no). Despite initial reservations about going into a gay club and drinking our heads off, it was one of the best clubbing sessions I ever had. The music was good (Tu Es Foutu

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After a week of partying, late nights, suntanning and alcoholic intoxication, it's time for a chillout week (except for Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, but we'll see about that). So here I am lounging at home listening (and watching) my favourite music.Bette Midler - Mambo ItalianoThe original by Rosemary Clooney is much more soulful, but Bette Midler would do too. The Shaft remix is an

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This week was a real eventful one, everyday with me coming home in the wee hours of the morning even though I've already quit my job.MondayStayed out the whole day in town, did my eyebrows and went window shopping, in preparation for the days that lie ahead. I mean for this week, not my trip. I haven't given a rat's ass about my luggage yet.Tuesday - Section 1 OutingTurnout: 7/10Absentees: !Kung,

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Whole Wide WorldWhen I was a young boyMy mama said to meThere's only one girl in the world for youAnd she probably lives in TahitiI'd go the whole wide worldI'd go the whole wide worldJust to find herOr maybe she's in the BahamasWhere the Carribean sea is blueWeeping in a tropical moonlit nightBecause nobody's told her 'bout youI'd go the whole wide worldI'd go the whole wide worldJust to find

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It's hard to define what an irony is. Would you call it an irony for a cosmologist to be decked out in Tomford and Salvatore Ferragamo giving a lecture on the Big Bang theory?Just a random thought. Literature has never been my forte.At 21, you learn to love yourself much more first before you learn to love others. That's the first part of growing up, to become selfish and have more self-love. How

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Contrary to popular belief, I'm still alive and kicking. I've just been too caught up with working and earning money through secondary sources like Adsense, Agloco and EmailCashPro, which have earned me a grand total of $0.10 for the past 3 months.However, as you can see it's not really a viable option to earn extra money in your own free time. I mean, if I were paid a dollar everytime the

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Last night, before knocking off, they were discussing about today's bartending competition. Or rather, discussing about the names of drinks, what to wear, and whether their nipples would protrude in the cold air-conditioning. But one particular thing struck me, and struck me hard indeed, because it was too damn funny.One of my colleagues, his cocktail name was "Apple Lau". When this other guy

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Where I work, there's a myriad of interesting characters, but let me introduce to the Doe-Eyed Maneater. The Doe-Eyed Maneater is a short, petite scrawny bitch with, unfortunately, gentle features that could mesmerize any human being with a dick. Ah hah, but not me you bitch, I've seen through your guise.Let me recount my history of incidences where the Maneater bared its fangs, albeit in a

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An impromptu decision to go to Cafe Del Mar. Some things I'd like to say, mostly negative, but more of my experiences than my view on the supposed beach bar.Before I proceed with my thesis on why Cafe Del Mar, Sentosa didn't live up to its name, I shall start with a little history on Cafe Del Mar. It originated in Ibiza, Spain (home of Balearic House), and is one of the most common haunts for

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Sometimes my fucking brother just doesn't fucking get it. And people who don't fucking get it fucking gets on my fucking nerves. That's five already, if you're counting.He totally sucks at Chem (or all of his studies for that matter), he doesn't give a shit when there's help - FREE HELP in fact - available. My mom shows concern for his studies, and all he does is just flame her on his blog. Even

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I've been watching so many movies lately my eyes are swelling up, and there's a huge gash on my forehead that I swear is opening up for a third eye so I can still watch my movies while I'm still asleep.Anyhow, after watching so many comedies and badass movies, I decided to compile a list of my favourite movie characters, in no particular order:Tyler Durden (Brad Pitt) from Fight ClubWhy him?

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SIDE AJust this weekend, a few things happened.Let's talk about the weird things first, before I mention the weirder things.On Friday night, three ladies came into the restaurant for a few drinks. Being that it was rather late and noone was around, me, being a hospitable, service-oriented and friendly waiter, decided to take their orders. And them, looking like atas women, decided to run a tab.

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I'm a waiter, NOT a slave.To everyone out there, waiters and slave are different. And if you can't bloody differentiate the two, here's a waiter spoonfeeding you with definitions:wait·er /ˈweɪtər/[wey-ter]–noun 1. a person, esp. a man, who waits on tables, as in a restaurant.slave /sleɪv/ [sleyv]noun, verb, slaved, slav·ing.–noun 1. a person who is the property of and wholly subject to another; a

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When life gets boring because there’s no night shifts or friends (girlfriends too) to ask you out, what does one do? Watch movies. The only thing better than watching a movie is to read a synopsis which says nothing at all, so here’s my $6.50 worth of comments on the movies I watched recently, in chronological order:Pretty PersuasionWhy I watched itBecause someone significant watched it too, so I

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Last night I knocked off from work, had some spare time to myself. The sun was scorching that afternoon, with hoards of China tourists flooding the shores of the little island, and it was not coincidental that I was in an I-feel-like-bashing-someone-up mood. So that evening I took a stroll in Vivocity, picking up my senses and scouting for an innocent victim for me to bash up, which in all

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I know it's kinda late to say this, but Fuck Valentine's Day. No proper seats, no proper privacy, no proper anything. Nothing is proper because everyone's bloody cashing in on this day so every damn meal is a couple's meal. Every damn girl holding a fucking bouquet of fucking flowers that will fucking wilt a few days later to show how much their fucking boyfriends love them, then they'd probably

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I believe in karma what you give is what you get returnedI could laugh at the apparent irony of this whole situation and not feel a single shred of guilt. ORD didn't mean much to me, just a three-letter word army dudes tag some significant meaning to, just like MOS or SEX or GOA. But it does enlighten you sometimes, where once in your life you gain meaning out of circumstance. I gave almost my

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IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?Here's how it works:1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)2. Put it on shuffle.3. Press play.4. For every question, type the song that's playing.5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.6. Don't lie~Opening Credits: tylersaysIt's a song based on the movie Fight Club.I want you to hit me as hard as you

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If you heard about it, yes it's true.If you know what it is, good for you. If you don't, well Paris Hilton is coming over to clean my hamster cage and Mazda, and let's just leave it at that.I was listening to Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros' Minstrel Boy, and it brought back to me some memories. Images and scenes from one of my favourite movies, Black Hawk Down. But before I proceed to my proper

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I agreed to do this post because someone has just set up a shopping webbie and would like me to advertise for her. However, due to some infringements I am unable to advertise blatantly on my blog, but noone said anything about making references subtle enough even for Borat not to notice.I was on duty on Wednesday while most of the guys were listening to retro music at Jiak Kim Street, and then

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I remember once I had my fortune taken, and she said I'd get married at 26. Come to think of it, 26 isn't such a bad age to get married at, because it seems like such a wholesome number. Anyway, she didn't say how many wives I would have, so I'm thinking of getting at least five. Three Japanese (because they are kinky), one German (because they are kinky in other ways) and one Italian (for their

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Very seldom do times like these come by. Times where things are peaceful and quiet. Serene. It should have never have become a girl's name, just remain an adjective to describe this kind of joy that one indulges in, mesmerized by the tranquility of surroundings.Times when I can put on Ferry Corsten in my iTunes playlist and crank up my speakers, or just play Tosca on my stereo set, lounging in my

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On Wednesday at Phuture, I saw two Mediacorp celebrities. Two lesser known Mediacorp celebrities, or what they media would call B-list celebrities. I couldn't recall their names, but all I knew was that they were the type of actors who would cast as a angsty teenager who wanted to set up a business and prove it to their parents, and a close female friend would stick by him and they would fall in

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After my stint as Coy 2IC for the next month, it's time to get down to studying for my SATS. Life is getting mundane and cumbersome, like Robin says, There is no end to lethargy.Nothing much to update, just that I'm taking my SATS in January, going to Milan/ Barcelona/ Amsterdam/ Tokyo in March, meanwhile preparing for my overseas studies (if I ever get there, please pray for me). Maybe go visit

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Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros - Mondo BongoI was patrolling a Pachinko Nude noodle model parlor in the Nefarious zone Hanging out with insects under ducting The C.I.A was on the phone Well, such is life Latino caribo, mondo bongo The flower looks good in your hair Latino caribo, mondo bongo Nobody said it was fair, oh Latino caribo, mondo bongo The flower looks good in your hair Latino caribo,

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I was in a room with him, where he sat laid back in his sofa, both palms held out, facing up. In each palm was a pill."Hold on. Are you G6PD deficient?" he asked me."I think so. Why?""The big pill or the small pill? The small pill, and you may find yourself lying in bed and never waking up again. Take the big pill, and I'll show you a world you've never seen before."There wasn't much choice, was

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To all the people in my life, tonight is a special entry. Each letter may or may not be you, so don't think too deep aiight? Overanalysis on random things is always futile. Nothing is ever what it seems anyway.A: Been a long time since I saw you. Kinda miss the times we had together, laughing and.. actually nothing else but laughing. Good luck.B: You're such a bugger man, maybe that's why your

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Lately, I realise I've taken up too many identities and different names I'm beginning to forget my roots.Yah, something like Bourne Identity, except I got 11B.Guo ZheruiThe name I was supposedly born with, until I became eighteen and some pubertal identity crisis kicks in, and I start to ask everyone "Do you know my name?". Probably nobody knows if that is my real name yet, but they call me the

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- ReutersThe mini Gryphon outing to MoS was a considerable success considering the fact that it was organised impromptu just 2 hours before the whole event. What with free entry SMSes before 2300 and all, everyone still managed to get in for free, member or not.I tell you, even SAF activate reservist also not that fast.As you can see, from the picture, Sophian is pointing at the number below the

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Following up on the first part to What Grinds My Gears (a la Peter Griffin), here's the next part to What Grinds My Gears.1) MMORPGs. For the uninitiated, it means Massive Meeting Of Retarded Pathetic Gamers i.e. WoW, a spin-off on the classic (read: boring) DOTA. Or something like that. What irks me even more is the humongous number of people gathering at Far East Plaza to gratify themselves

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I've decided to shift this post up in order to recruit more members into Project Glitterati.What journey? The journey to being an elite member, the journey to being high-class and snobbish, the journey to being world-famous and powerful. In short, the journey to being a proud member of the Glitterati. Like the Illuminati, except they aren't underground, aren't gay and don't do paintings with

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I hate the way you make me travel from East to West.. and yet make it all worthwhileI hate the way your smell lingers on my clothes.. and make me not want to wash themI hate the way you make me listen, for a whole hour, the sound of your breathing.. and how I never seem to feel tired doing itI hate the way you make me take the last bus service with you.. and secretly wish they would never stopI

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Let's say, for example, you are busy in a lesson. And let's say, for example, someone you don't even know (or feel like knowing) keeps pestering and bugging you on a day when you feel least like being pestered and bugged, what do you do? Rather than reaching straight for the Reject button, why not have some fun with all that pent up anger that you have?1) "And then?" Movies don't always teach you

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No wonder they say Singaporeans are confused about their heritage.I was bored one evening when I decided to the the celebrity comparison face thing at MyHeritage.com just for kicks, to see if I closely resembled the vampire dude in Underworld: Evolution. But alas, to my disappointment, these are the results:Jang Nara (F) 71%Namie Amuro (F) 68%Roh Moo-Hyun (M) 66%Leslie

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Who can say where the road goes,Where the day flows?Only time...Comms Ball was last night, at Shangri-La, one of the grandest hotels in Singapore. The hotel rooms were a little too high-tech for me (I didn't figure out how to draw the curtains till early evening), but still comfortable and welcoming nonetheless. The ambience was least to say splendid, though I couldn't really see how our No. 2's

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Don't be mistaken: I watched Underworld: Evolution quite some time ago (actually it's just 5 days) but I just felt like blogging about because 1) people complain that I'm just ranting on my blog and 2) I feel like being a pseudo-movie critic for this morning.So there.Basically Evo was an ok movie, and without a doubt it had to be at least an M18. What with hybrids ripping werewolf's jaws off and

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Comms Ball Eve, I'm supposed to be excited like it's a wedding eve or something, but instead I'm pissed and fucked up.Why pissed, you may ask.Sometimes, one has to be selfish in order to survive. What exactly do I mean? Imagine if you were a leech, and you found a human being wearing something green and brown and black and walking through the jungle with a mother big backpack on his back. You

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So much has happened in the past three weeks that I don't even have time to finish writing my song, or writing my short story (Russell should know), or even finish reading the five half-read books I left at home since Thailand.2 1/2 weeks ago, we started our first parade rehearsal. It wasn't really tough, it was just hot, mundane and off-pissing. It was during this period that we realised "

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Time is..too slow for those who waittoo swift for those who feartoo long for those who grievetoo short for those who rejoicetoo expensive for those in NSand too bulky for those with small rooms.Today is cleared out the past 36 issues of Time magazine hidden somewhere in my room that I haven't read. But that is not the main focus of my entry today: the main focus is on how time flies (or used to)

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Once a man caught a wild dog, and decided to adopt it. Maybe he was a kind-hearted man, maybe he needed company, or maybe he wanted to eat dog meat Korean-style. Who knows? Who cares anyway?Anyhow, the dog was ferocious, and seeing that it was hard to tame, the hunter put it in a leash, everyday putting in all his efforts to domesticate the beast.As days went by, the dog gradually became much

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I am worth $2,485,154 on HumanForSale.comTakers anyone?

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You know what really grinds my gears?1) The little trickle of water down to your elbow when you cleanse your face with soap.2) How ancient people can laugh heartily at nothing when they are making merry.3) Red-haired ah-sohs who block the whole damn passageway. Not that they walk very quickly too.4) Red-haired ah-sohs who are semi-perspiring (hence clammy skin) and try to squeeze through

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Social Night was ok, in the better sense of the word. The food was good, ambience was roughly there, performances were somewhat entertaining, the audience was spontaneous (read: CPT Bernard), my partner caught the attention of (a few) guys too, and I was constrained by being a gentleman for 5 hours.Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, or something along those lines.The whole event kicked off a bit

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You see, when you stop blogging for a certain period of time, you suddenly realise there's a whole load of emotions and feelings all welled in your mind but no point to start from. Chronologically, and you might fall into the trap of waxing lyrical about non-important things. By order of priority, and you tend to forget certain events.Randomly it will be.Combat Skills BadgeCSB was over by Tuesday

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Your Power Color Is GoldAt Your Highest:You are engrossed in passions that mentally stimulate you.At Your Lowest:You seek thrills and neglect what's important in your life.In Love:You see dating as adventure and approach it with an open attitude.How You're Attractive:You passion for life makes others passionate about you.Your Eternal Question:"Am I Having Fun?"What's Your Power Color?"You know

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Amidst the cliche of singing "Leaving On A Jet Plane" during the last 2 days of my stint in Brunei, yes ladies and gentlemen I'm finally back, and back with a vengeance. And by the way, "Mortal Kombat" is a much applicable tune to sing.Anyhow, I did an online poll asking if you guys want a day-by-day account of my trip there, a more summarised and general description of my 16 day stint, or a

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I know i stand in lineUntil you think you have the timeTo spend an evening with meAnd if we go someplace to danceI know that there's a chanceYou won't be leaving with meThen afterwards we drop into a quiet little placeAnd have a drink or twoAnd then i go and spoil it allBy saying something stupidLike i love youI can see it in your eyesThat you despise the same old linesYou heard the night

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First we lost the gas regulator. But we retrieved it.Then we lost a magazine. And we retrieved that too.Then there was a helmet, arc of fire sticks, entrenching tools, some retieved, some not.But ultimately what we lost at the end of the day was the instructor's trust in us (which I so wanted to raise my hand and say but found it corny). That we could be fully responsible for our own belongings,

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The past few weeks have been, in a sense, fucked up to the max. Contrary to what the Laws of Physics dictate, the weight of an extra cotton white bar is heavier than carrying a field pack for 23km.And because of this, I believe everyone feels a certain sense of fear in them.You could hear someone whispering "come back home" on the radio set while you're walking in some primary forest, but that

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After exactly 6 months and 11 days serving the nation I've come to realise the answer to many problems, big and small, in our lives:The Ring that binds them togetherYes! It's black tape! Now if you don't know, here is the ultimate solution to any problem in the world. Here's a sneak peek at the future:1) Black tape will be the nuts and screws of the next era. It's true! If you don't believe me,

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You see, it's a big problem when shy people do their big business behind closed doors, and that means minimal sound, minimal movement and maximum speed. Here's a short guide on how to mask the fact that you're firing away happily into a water tunnel to paradise:1) Make sure noone sees you entering the toilet cubicle. If the toilet is crowded, pretend to give up queueing for the urinal and go

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Dear blog, The past few weeks have been hell of a fucked up period, what with outfield semulahs (read: Spade II), crazy instructors, late bookouts, lack of sleep and haywired OC's. Life in OCS, as it seems, isn't so much a bed of roses as it seems, the shit you have to go through to get through more shit in future, it isn't exactly what I initially expected it to be anymore. The shit you

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Why is entry is titled as such is because I'm always left speechless whenever it comes to summarising my life so far in Bravo wing in a single word. Neither words nor speech can fully and aptly describe the kind of atmosphere and aura that surrounds the bloody place, and the people under its roof.Every moment, you are treading on thin ice, wondering when will the next punishment be meted out.

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The Devil's AdvocateDescription: Shapeshifter, manifests itself in many forms and entities, ranging from more beng-looking to relatively harmless-looking beings. Easily distinguished by its tail, which is bloody long to ensure it is more easily stepped on.Attack: Dishes out a multi-hit combo, sometimes leaving victims looking like cockroaches sprayed with Baygon, other times making victims book

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Dear Blog,Some things never change. Others change all the time.Sometimes you find youself lost and disoriented, like an infantry soldier amidst the dense forests looking for a checkpoint. You are tired and fucked up, and things are becoming an uphill task for you. You know you need someone to talk to, but you look around and all you see are trees upon shrubs upon bushes upon long grass, and once

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Exercise Good Friday was, as its name suggests, good exercise. Its the time when you get to see instructors (read: LTA Dennis) turning from a harmless bunny into a large fiery pupil a la Eye of Sauron. Especially when there is the Two Towers.A brief itenerary of Exercise Good Friday:1900: Fall in in admin attire, place our belongings at Tango wing1910: Fall in in smart-4 with 1 full bottle, water

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Future-NSFs always whine and complain that civilian life sucks and that army is like a chalet for them to escape from their breakup-studies-friendship-impotency woes. Is iit really true? Let's explore some common myths:1) Army life is more relecksing now. Just because there have been a few incidents doesn't mean that the SAF has begun to let down on its training standards. Yes, it's true, it's

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I lay face-up on the grass beside where she was sitting, my hands behind my head.She asked, How do I look tonight?I said nothing. I simply stared blankly into the red clouds above us. It was about to rain.She asked, Am I happy now?I never spoke a word, just continued staring at the reddening sky.She asked, What if I told you that I like you?I almost answered her. Almost. But I didn't. I merely

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19 is the number of years I've lived off Singapore soil, 19 is the age which I have supposedly become a man by virtue of my fucking haircut and uniform, and 19 is the number of days I spent in the palace half-jail.Why half-jail, you may ask. Well that's because they give you controlled freedom, which is an oxymoron of sorts until you enter the army, on which I find it cumbersome to elaborate.

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Some people think I've changed. They think I've changed ever since Fateful Friday. They are saying, you've become a cocky arrogant bastard. You were never like this.They are saying, There is no need for you to be such a fucking showoff.And I say, yeah, I've changed, within a matter of 3600 seconds, I've changed from a jovial person to a power-hungry megalomaniac, hell-bent on showing off my

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I just wanted to have a title spoofing the show "Lost" but I think the effect wasn't achieved. Anyhow, it's about 1330 hours now and about everyone has gotten their postings, and due to some person's (read: Zi Han) demand I'm going to compile everyone's posting here. Postings attempted to go by section bed order, any discrepancies just tag me. I'm not a nominal roll you know.Section 1:1) Firdaus

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In case you're wondering why I'm beginning not to have my entry titles starting with On, it's probably because the SAF begins to change your perspective of things, instead of looking down on you begin to look at what's inside of everything. That, or I just didn't feel like starting such a long title with a two-lettered O word because of the slight hangover from last night.You see, I've never been

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Now if you were thinking: why doesn't this post have a title like the rest of them? Well, it's because I don't particularly have something to blog about. My fingers were simply itching to type something. Originally, I wanted to post my half-written story, but then again it's half-written, and secondly it's a story, not a blog entry. Maybe I'll do it after I've completed it. After the daily

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1) People who fake personality tests. By this, I don't mean those lame Quizilla or Blogthings quizzes that people (read: members of the fairer sex) like to put up on their blogs to tell everyone which Powerpuff girl they are. I mean those really thick and long-winded official we-will-not-disclose-your-identity questionnaires with about 15 dozen questions revolving around the same topic used for

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Training to be soldiers to fight for our landOnce in our lives, two years of our timeHave you ever wondered why must we serve?Because we love our land, and we want it to be free to be freeStand up, and be on your guardCome on everybody, do your partCome on every soldier, soul and heartDo it for our nationDo it for our Singapore.. yah!Looking all around us, people everywhereChildren having fun,

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I used to think that birthdays are days when mothers suffered a lot and writhed in pain on the hospital bed while you refused to come out smoothly from the little warm and cosy place you've been in for the past 9 months, but this thinking always goes away on 2nd Junes every year.The night before, I was too shagged to stay awake any later than 2200 hours, so I retired back to my bed-bugged bunk

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In between booking out a few hours ago and getting ready to book in later, I watched a little Discovery Channel since it's just about the only channel to watch if you wanna know how frequent dolphins have sex. But rather than showing kinky stuff about animals (which I'm supposed to enjoy since being in green uniform makes me a horny bastard), they were showing this documentary on ninja

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Actually, it's not so much about the philosophy and belief in luck that I'm going to blog about, nor is it a discourse on feng shui or astrology and its implications in our love, career and health or stuff like that. More so, I'm going to blog about the overdosage of phrases as such.There are times when people say something too often, it becomes hard to discern whether it is truly out of

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My PC told me that in the army, the only thing you will ever learn is discipline, which I beg to differ, at least after OC Night. OC Night was a night filled with pleasant memories and laughters, and amidst all this fun, it was a night where one can learn many things, well at least for me, I learnt that:1) Tiaras are typically made of plastic or some metal because 2 garters and 5 cotton buds

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Last night, after a good dose of another 2 Panadols, I had a wonderful dream despite the humid weather. I had a dream about certain events during the Sitest, which brings me to think about the behaviour of people becoming more prominent when they are desperate to become leaders.When the Lieutenant (or some rank with a few bars on his shoulder that I can't remember) interviewed me, he asked, "What

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Being a true-blue Geminian that I am, I am the chosen nominee as the Miss Hawk representative for my section. I'm supposed to be enthusiastic about it so I shall put on a brave front, but I wonder why people like to see me dressed up like a female. After 4 Panadols and some thinking on my bed (because I'm at home on Attend C due to high fever) I have come up with a few reasons:1) They like my

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.. It was Mother's Day. You see, the reason I gave this title was because I was contemplating whether to give titles or dates as a header for my entries, since the blogosphere is divided into the Titlers (not Tit-lers) and the Daters. To the Daters, it would probably make more sense to have their entries start off with the date, making it look more like a diary, an online diary, an oxymoron of

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..Survive in a jungle with an almost 20-kilogram backpack, a stinky and sweaty pair of camouflage pyjamas, muddy groundsheets, king centipedes, roaring and seething superiors and a snoring buddy. But then I'm reminded of a poster that reads "There may be a third party wanting to spy on your ass", so I'm refraining from telling you guys too much. Not that you haven't heard enough from other stinky

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My bunkmates love to ask these questions: Hey you attached or not? Last time leh, have or not? with a little prod in the love handles at first, which slowly evolves into a bashing on the head with an M-16 if no secrets are being let out.Does it matter if I'm actually attached or not? Not that I wouldn't like to reveal my past love life to them, but more of like I'm thinking whether I want to get

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Actually, this post title was not meant to imply that this entry will be a comprehensive list of things to buy from the 133 shop in Beach Road, so if you are a would-be or wannabe SAF recruit, you can kindly fuck off now.1) Shaver. Some people need lah, but because I was born with some hair follicle deficiency I don't seem to be able to grow any goatees or leg hair, which is supposed to be the

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That was a stupid title to give, but seriously, what else can I blog about when today is my first bloody bookout! Fuck you Tekong! Fuck you!Anyhow, because not only stinking NSFs and maybe some NS Regulars and Upsizes read my blog, but also chiobus (can tell how desperate I am for a member of the opposite sex) drop by here sometimes, I shall not wax lyrical about how jibai BCCT instructors are.

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Dear Blog, Tonight I made a terrible mistake. An extremely, extremely, terribly terrible mistake. Well, it wasn't a mistake of Titanic proportions, but a big enough mistake to wallow with me in the depths of hell when I die. Was it all worth it? I should suppose not, since it was never worth it anyway. But everyone enjoys a good mistake once in a while, no? You have been my faithful companion

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I'm really gonna miss this virtual place, this place where I can express my cold jokes in such a way that noone will give me the cruel torture of silence. Here are a few words I wanna say to people.To Weiwei: Take care ex-mortal, be sad you weren't born a man, because Tekong life confirm more fun than JC. Anyhow, do well in your A's, and don't always hanky panky in Orchard with your bf hor!To

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"Come, Abelard! for what hast thou to dread?The torch of Venus burns not for the dead.Nature stands check'd; Religion disapproves;Ev'n thou art cold — yet Eloisa loves.Ah hopeless, lasting flames! like those that burnTo light the dead, and warm th' unfruitful urn."Had it been a few months back, I would've thought nothing of what my inner soul was trying to tell me, dismissing it all as pure

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This is probably my last entry before I go to paradise, a land before time. Except maybe I'd say something lame like "Hey goodbye guys love you all don't miss me" sort of thing on Wednesday night, but in all probability I wouldn't do that. Nobody reads that kind of entries anyway. So this is sort of like an eulogy (touch wood), in case I happen to get hit by a mortar while high up on the Jacob's

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In light of the (probably) impending doom that I'll soon be facing, here's a song I rewrote to celebrate the memorable times I will have inside the Tekong paradise. Information from reliability-under-par sources.SAF-vivor Rap (sung to the tune of the Sar-vivor Rap by Phua Chu Kang)Some say leh, some say lahUncle Tan says time to fight for SAFEverybody, we have a part to playTo go SAFTI at the end

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There was this period of time about a year back when spoofing was the fad. I mean, even the MTV Awards have lots of classic spoofs, like the one where Yoda goes mmm? to every damn line.The next spoof I saw was on the Dave Chapelle Show (or the downloaded version of it), where Dave Chapelle spoofs the Apple Commercial.Then there was the Matrix: Reloaded spoof, where the Oracle swears and cusses

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I think the talk-cock genes run in my family, because I probably got it from my dad.The other time he was driving us from Somerset to Clarke Quay, through Mohammad Sultan Road and telling us about the general atmosphere of the nightspots."You see all these clubs and pubs along the road? I tell you ah, the further you go downstream of Singapore River, the more shady and messy the places are.."

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Previously, I mentioned that I was cleaning out my computer of useless school stuff, but I later on scoured through my MSN chat histories and realised there was a whole bunch of 'em golden classic conversation snippets*.Me: You know why his Podracer is so fast?A: Why?Me: Because he's Anakin! (try saying that in a Hokkien way)**-Me: Did you watch the news?B: Yeah why?Me: Why Taiwan say Singapore

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aesexy Originally uploaded by crustation.Yeah yeah it's kinda late, the new fad is the earthquake, yada yada, but hey, cut the old man some slack will ya?While clearing my hard disk of past school documents, I found this hilariously lame conversation in my MSN chat logsMe: You know why his Podracer is so fast?A: Why?Me: Because he's Anakin.On a side note, I did a Technorati (wah high-tech sia)

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It is rumoured that movies will desensitise us and make us butchers (Note: I use "rumoured" because it hasn't been proven as yet that watching violent movies will make us chop people's heads off). But I do believe that movies have a certain effect on our thinking and mindset. For example, after I watchedThe Matrix: Revolutions, I imagined that I could leap incredibly ridiculously far distances

Cruiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660330665209336945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259533.post-1111812907006398932005-03-29T15:20:00.000+08:002005-03-29T15:14:24.120+08:00

While other guys are probably fantasizing about humping Liv Tyler, I would rather think about lame stuff, like:1) Guys don't bother using the perforations on Hello Panda or Pocky boxes - it doesn't make much sense to them to have so many holes. (Pun somewhat intended.)2) "Of course I have good peripheral vision - I can see all my hardware perfectly."3) "Since you like Physics so much, why don't

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I came home after an East Coast chalet night, and not feeling like catching up with my sleep I decided to blogsurf (once again). So I came across local blogger Mr. Miyagi's most recent entry about the the readability of his blog.Click here to find out how kiddy your blog is.I though: how about if I ran mine through? Here are the results:Gunning Fog Index 7.55 Flesch Reading Ease 78.94

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