tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52808122011-04-22T06:28:01.846+08:00on the other hand...you have different fingers<br>All I want is a warm bed and a kind word and unlimited power. - Ashleigh Brilliantquivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comBlogger3011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1133492452828920452005-12-02T10:56:00.000+08:002005-12-02T11:09:19.066+08:00exam playlist:under pressure - my chemical romance & the usedwrapped up in books - belle & sebastianslow suicide - jamison parkerfailure by design - brand newfuck this shit - belle & sebastianthe drowning years - the delgadossugar, we're going down - fall out boythe state i am in - belle & sebastianone way ticket to hell - the darknesslosing hope - jack johnsona lack of colour - death cab for quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1129735025577504222005-10-19T22:58:00.000+08:002005-12-03T19:15:18.170+08:00ugh what am i doing here. i've got tons of work to do.no wait that's precisely the reason i'm typing this now - because i've got tons of work to do. not that i'm actually going to do it after i finish this entry, actually.blech. very tired! sian! i want term to be overrrrr! my profs suck.bah. hah all that up there didn't sound like me, did it!hmm i've not watched tv for ages. not that there's quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1129135599683120442005-10-13T00:46:00.000+08:002005-10-13T00:46:39.690+08:00i'm going to get fat.oh no. how to pass ippt like this.quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1128115780434259262005-10-01T05:10:00.000+08:002005-10-01T05:29:40.440+08:00tonight was very fun.its terribly amusing to see people outside (read: high) of the usual environment (read: school) you see them in.i never knew one person could have so much puke inside him, incidentally.free drinks are a very good thing.all the more so when its good shit.every time we go out we'll invariably end up bitching and gossiping about people. its terrible, but also terribly fun!i say quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1127635430311176452005-09-25T16:03:00.000+08:002005-09-25T16:03:50.316+08:00&$@)*&#!^ red light cameras!quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1127324238236568712005-09-22T01:36:00.000+08:002005-09-22T01:37:18.240+08:00This is a public service announcement:Studying stunts your growth.quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1126619799307435992005-09-13T21:22:00.000+08:002005-09-13T22:14:30.030+08:00again, this post is for my number one fan, without whom... ...i'd be very hot. *ba da bing*!and also much less lame.mmmm. the first 3 weeks of school have, really, really passed by in a flash.i've still barely opened my textbooks, though. in fact i have my $68.60 plural perspectives on political issues textbook open on my lap as i type this - sentences such as "In an unbounded individualist quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1124810872869339892005-08-23T22:54:00.000+08:002005-08-23T23:27:52.883+08:00phooey.i can't figure out how to config my Daily Dose widget for pearls before swine.shite.textbooks are expensive.despite spending $13x.xx on 3 of them, i don't dare open them for fear my brain will seize up. accompanied of course by the sound of grinding gears coming from my skull, followed by smoke out of my ears, naturally.i didn't understand anything the prof was talking about at my first quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1124560570763550772005-08-21T01:08:00.000+08:002005-08-21T02:03:20.540+08:00hellothis post is dedicated to my newest (and only!) number 1 fan. i know i told you not to hold your breath waiting for an update, but in my infinite kindness i have decided to be nice even nicer than usual and write one just for you.hmm. what to write, what to write.well, convocation was today. we were issued with smu ties - the best part about them was that they weren't the scarves the girls quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1122884623111690092005-08-01T16:22:00.000+08:002005-08-01T16:25:03.253+08:00what is it with strangers on friendster who send you messages like, " =) " ???so i send back " ? ".and then weird-person says, "erm...juz a passerby saying hi".on friendster???come on lah! what, are you trying to be coy? sheesh.quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1122840805713989922005-08-01T03:46:00.000+08:002005-08-01T16:22:33.536+08:00it sucks when people call out to you and you have no idea who they are. it sucks even more when you know you ought to know their name because you met them recently but you can't for the life of you remember it.i'm terrible at remembering names.person whose name i ought to know: hey lance!me: oh, hi..err.. *eyes dart around in vague panic*...err oh hi there!this happened 3 times this morning.blechquivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1122143700431252092005-07-24T02:34:00.000+08:002005-07-24T02:35:00.436+08:00funny adquivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1121804758680532522005-07-20T03:27:00.000+08:002005-07-20T04:25:58.706+08:00i have this odd quirk, in that even though its already 3.27am - or however late - i will still be loath to go to sleep without...i don't know...working off excess energy? this trait is the reason i'm suddenly writing this after many moons without blogging, and the reason my upper body is aching today - i suddenly decided to do some pt last night. the past couple of weeks have been rather busy. quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1119899790104517352005-06-28T03:15:00.000+08:002005-06-28T03:16:52.516+08:00quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1119811701578572332005-06-27T02:45:00.000+08:002005-06-27T02:48:21.583+08:00my room smells of hokkien mee.i have to stop eating supper in my room.in fact, i also ought to stop eating supper, period. i've been eating instant noodles every night for the past 3 nights, and even i can't convince myself that the excessive sodium might in any way be good for me.quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1119640789607154902005-06-25T02:51:00.000+08:002005-06-25T03:19:49.613+08:00sun, 5 junvienna, austria, stillschonbrunn palace. palaces all look the same. yawn. decide it probably won't be worth the admission, ISIC discount or not. climb a hill up to a viewing platform. discover viewing platform, too, has an admission charge. take in panorama from bottom of the viewing platform.the st. marxer friedhof - st. mark's cemetary - in the afternoon. 200+ year old tombstones. quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1119380762522321602005-06-22T02:26:00.000+08:002005-06-22T03:22:38.556+08:00sat, 4 jun vienna, austriaarrive in vienna at 5+ in the morning. take the u-bahn downtown. despite the hostel being a ten minute walk from the station, we manage to walk for 30 minutes before finding it. and mostly by accident, at that.this sets a precedent for many of our later encounters with metro systems.secure sleeping arrangements, dump backpacks and set off for big flea and food market. quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1118768632005232902005-06-15T00:58:00.000+08:002005-06-15T01:03:52.010+08:00i am in brasov, romania now.it is in transylvania - dracula country. it is nice.so far nobody has tried to cheat me yet.romania is nice.istanbul was shit.everytime i opened my wallet someone would try to scam me.the traffic in athens is scary.santorini is overrated.naxos is nice.throw a stone in vienna and you'll hit a babe. will probably write more soon when i get back.till then.bye bye.quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1117733636820934912005-06-03T01:26:00.000+08:002005-06-03T01:34:19.706+08:00Downfall, detailing the last days of the Third Reich, is an excellent film. do go catch it. especially if you're thinking of watching madagascar instead. trust me on this.i've never seen so many germans in a theater, and heard a theater so quiet even after the lights go on and people start filing out.as an entertaining after-movie activity, gather your friends and laugh as loudly as you can whilequivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1117371812709124782005-05-29T20:34:00.000+08:002005-05-29T21:03:32.723+08:00i am convinced that bald men shine their heads. they use some sort of head-shine cream and a soft cloth to buff their heads into radiance. the reason you and i have never seen head-shine cream being sold anywhere is because it isn't. rather, once you become bald, a messenger - perhaps a goblin, or an elf, or, more appropriately, a bald eagle! - will deliver to you an Endless Tube of quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1116182819905635762005-05-16T02:35:00.000+08:002005-05-16T02:46:59.910+08:00just my 2 cents worth on the whole singapore-boys-are-immature fracas.now, our dear friend philip has already and undoubtedly will continue to be torn apart by just about every other singaporean blog, and probably in a better fashion than i could manage at 3 in the morning and what feels like a sickie coming on. so i'll just restrict myself to immature personal attacks which are wayyy easier to quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1115927219769732072005-05-13T03:32:00.000+08:002005-05-13T03:47:46.186+08:00the lifts in orchard towers smell bad. vaguely bodily-fluidish. which i suppose should not be surprising, really. however, even the higher (i.e. higher than the 4th floor) floors smell bad.one theory put forward is that the higher floors are ventilated by way of the lower floors. why this should be so is beyond me; however, it'd sure explain the smell.reuben, how the hell did you find this? even quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1113935858703441452005-04-20T02:19:00.000+08:002005-04-20T02:42:52.916+08:00dear lanet,you have to, have to stop pushing me to update my blog. every time i see one of those exhortations i feel obliged (like the relentlessly all-round nice guy i am) to write a post, no matter how uninspired and pointless, just to humour you.why can't you allow me to let my blog languish and eventually go up to join your countless past blogs and all of yan and krit's deleted blogs, up in quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1112939961077809932005-04-08T13:58:00.000+08:002005-04-08T13:59:31.076+08:00on the label of my anti-rash medication: If rashes appear stop medicationquivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1112799221896552942005-04-06T22:28:00.000+08:002005-04-06T22:54:25.343+08:00been a long time, huh. the only reason i'm typing this, really, is because lanet posted a link to me saying this'd be a cool blog if only it was updated.which i guess makes this a cool blog, now.go me!hmm.i have the mother of all tanlines on my body, courtesy of the diving trip from hell this past sunday. i've also got tons of cuts and the odd rash on my hands and legs, courtesy of the coral fromquivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1102178717030861362004-12-05T01:44:00.000+08:002004-12-05T00:45:17.030+08:00monsieur n is a confusing film. do watch it, and if you figure it out tell me.quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101890616355828622004-12-01T16:43:00.001+08:002004-12-01T16:43:36.356+08:00platoon 15quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101890581805434962004-12-01T16:43:00.000+08:002004-12-01T16:43:01.806+08:00beer is cheaper than pepsi - pity it tastes like pissquivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101890547411737612004-12-01T16:42:00.000+08:002004-12-01T16:42:27.410+08:00another day at the officequivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101890465829718412004-12-01T16:41:00.000+08:002004-12-01T16:41:05.830+08:00wayyy too much ammo indentedquivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101890444258538632004-12-01T16:40:00.001+08:002004-12-01T16:40:44.256+08:00oooo....pretty starsquivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101890404985056742004-12-01T16:40:00.000+08:002004-12-01T16:40:04.986+08:00driving beats walking...but flying beats driving!quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101890303331040682004-12-01T16:38:00.000+08:002004-12-01T16:38:23.330+08:00our tracers started a bush fire. firemen called. nothing like ladder 49, are they? oops?quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101890221702759732004-12-01T16:37:00.000+08:002004-12-01T16:37:01.703+08:00...eat tyresquivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101890197094322972004-12-01T16:36:00.000+08:002004-12-01T16:36:37.093+08:00kangaroos...quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101890022889346662004-12-01T16:33:00.000+08:002004-12-01T16:33:42.890+08:00crew of 7-2 quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101889971054318882004-12-01T16:32:00.000+08:002004-12-01T16:32:51.053+08:00in brunei you can't shower in peace thanks to the giant kamikaze cicadas. here you can't take a dump in peace for fear a frog will jump on your ass.quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101889874016646362004-12-01T16:31:00.000+08:002004-12-01T16:31:14.016+08:00hence the need to stifle yourself (and end up with dust in your mouth anyway!)quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101889776495481102004-12-01T16:29:00.000+08:002004-12-01T16:29:36.496+08:00shoalwater bay == eat dustquivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1101889478818750072004-12-01T16:18:00.000+08:002004-12-01T16:24:38.816+08:00i have time so i'm just going to throw some photos from australia up.quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1098006029591176922004-10-17T17:39:00.000+08:002004-10-17T17:40:29.590+08:00EXCERPTS FROM A DOGS DAILY DIARY:
8:00 am “ Oh, boy! Dog food! My Favorite!
9:30 am - Oh, boy! A car ride! My Favorite!
9:40 am - Oh, boy! A walk! My Favorite!
10:30 am - Oh, boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My Favorite!
11:30 am - Oh, boy! Dog food! My Favorite!
Noon - Oh, boy! The kids! My Favorite!
1:00 pm Oh, boy! The yard! My Favorite!
4:00 pm - Oh, boy! To the park! My quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1097853760471488182004-10-15T23:20:00.000+08:002004-10-16T16:07:47.993+08:00didn't manage to catch the debates? don't want to appear out of touch? then make your way to hard working george for a one minute video summary!
and...
the debate that might have been:
9:02 - Reading of the rules.
9:25 - Reading of the rules complete, the first question goes to President Bush: What's that rectangular box on your back under your jacket? President Bush stares off into the quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1096992651643286942004-10-06T01:01:00.000+08:002004-10-06T00:12:21.846+08:00blogger has suddenly come up with heap lotta new features.
here is some blah i ripped off from defective yeti - ">
and
Laugh out loud moment. When Lehrer points out that Kerry has repeatedly accused bush of "lying to the American people," the Senator replied, "well, I‘ve never, ever used the harshest word. "
You could practically smell the gears in Kerry's head turning:
I better not say "quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1094881707960804682004-09-11T13:48:00.000+08:002004-09-11T13:48:27.960+08:00marvel's newest superheroes; the flymen, defeat the nefarious mr-underwear-on-a-hanger!quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1094881614342622232004-09-11T13:46:00.000+08:002004-09-11T13:46:54.343+08:00the latest spectator sport in bunk - tafothoard - toss a frisbee over the handle of a rusty dustpan!quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1094878962691962212004-09-11T13:02:00.000+08:002004-09-11T13:02:42.690+08:00army recruitment ad on the cheap!quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1094878840699586652004-09-11T13:00:00.000+08:002004-09-11T13:00:40.700+08:00poor man's discoquivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1094309560576043812004-09-04T22:52:00.000+08:002004-09-04T22:52:40.576+08:00quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1093193795755059822004-08-23T00:55:00.000+08:002004-08-23T00:56:35.756+08:00scheiss.
gotta wake up in about 4 hours time and i still can't sleep.
should've laid off the coffee at dinner just now. quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1093191496600319562004-08-22T23:53:00.000+08:002004-08-23T01:00:59.743+08:00KIM Hyang Mi - proof that moaning will get you anywhere.
i'm sure everyone is all disappointed and all that li jiawei lost, but have some charity - li loses and gets a cool 100 Gs for her trouble. if kim had lost, she'd probably have been fish food by now.
hey did anyone see that army documentary at 7.30pm this past tuesday?
well they're featuring commandos in part 2 this coming tuesday and quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1093108645897368762004-08-22T00:53:00.000+08:002004-08-22T01:17:25.896+08:00i missed passing my soc ( standard obstacle course ) test by a lousy 7 seconds hence no more long weekend as part of the company hq's carrot-n-stick scheme. instead, get to stay back to shag it out on saturday morning with oc, david-look-at-my-obscenely-tight-shorts-neo. oh joy.
today at dinner i saw a sign pasted on the door of an empty storefront which read "NO URINE OR SHITTING IN THE SALES quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1092581936528461432004-08-15T22:31:00.000+08:002004-08-15T22:58:56.526+08:00last week i had a 4.5 day weekend. this week, i've got a 3.5 day weekend.
somebody must have set oc up the bomb. but it certainly is for great justice!
"for 16 thrilling minutes, she showed the crowd...that she can mix with the world's best"
that's from the sunday times' report on how li li lost to china's world no.1 gong ruina. doesn't it sound just a little silly? yeah i know, i know, quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1091942469541127052004-08-08T13:11:00.000+08:002004-08-08T13:21:09.540+08:00we had a happy hour at the spec mess this past thursday night to celebrate the end of ex night lion - actually the bilateral training with 4 royal australian regiment (commando) - but presumably "bilateral training with 4 rar(cdo)" doesn't sound professional enough (we're a world-class armed forces, remember?), so night lion it is!
high confidence course
in retrospect, it probably wasn't a goodquivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1091365617049116732004-08-01T21:06:00.000+08:002004-08-01T21:06:57.050+08:00quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1091298076673917402004-08-01T02:10:00.000+08:002004-08-01T02:21:16.673+08:00hey you know when you have some dead skin on your feet or whatever, you just have to peel it off ( or is it just me? )? yeah so i did and i peeled a bit too much off and now i've got a small patch of raw flesh ( tasty! ) on my sole.
or did you not want to know that?
this past week has been pretty busy because the aussies are down.
also, on monday tuesday and saturday morning we had these quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1090056085525929042004-07-17T15:55:00.000+08:002004-07-17T17:21:25.526+08:00finally jumped yesterday! the past two tasks had been cancelled because the rsaf's pilots are humji ( too much wind! too much rain! i just painted my nails! )
i was in the second sortie and as we waddled out to the plane - the 'chute's harness straps are awfully tight around the crotch - we passed some of the first sortie's jumpers on their way back to the admin area and they were looking quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1089203226449632412004-07-07T20:13:00.000+08:002004-07-10T12:43:57.333+08:00update: the task for both thursday and friday were cancelled. wayyyy sian. got another air task lined up for next fri so hopefully then.
first jump tomorrow. i'm trying not to think about it because i figure, no matter what, when the time comes my heart is going to be so far up my throat that it's...at...the...top of my throat. yeah.
as the indonesian komandos who came over to play soldier quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1087034361284849992004-06-12T17:58:00.000+08:002004-06-12T17:59:21.286+08:00[hungarian accent]my nipples explode with delight![/hungarian accent]quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1087020047028414832004-06-12T13:51:00.000+08:002004-06-12T14:00:47.026+08:00the Very Secret Diaries of the fellowship - excerpt from Gimli's -
DAY SIXTEEN
Legolas told me Aragorn is way into Frodo. Sam will kill him if he tries anything. Suggested to Legolas that we might want a leader who is less of a lech. Legolas then asked if I wanted to take a bath with him. Beginning to suspect that all that Elvish poetry about the glory of warrior-bonds between men just big quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1085825460435373572004-05-29T18:10:00.000+08:002004-05-29T18:11:00.436+08:00
We are sorry that our President is an idiot. We didn't vote for him.quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1085251154489779592004-05-23T02:31:00.000+08:002004-05-23T02:39:14.490+08:00off an electronic signboard on the pie - "pls don't drink and drive"
but the only way you can see the signboard is if you're driving...
(on the subject of the bollywood stars in town)
me: what, like amitabh bachchan?
kl: oh, yeah, those bollywood actresses are hot, man!
me: err...the godfather of bollywood is hot?
troy - now surely they could've found someone hotter than diane whatshername to quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1085206844844578712004-05-22T14:05:00.000+08:002004-05-22T14:20:44.843+08:00List Of Actual Subtitles Used In Films Made In Hongkong - "You always use violence. I should've ordered glutinous rice chicken."
Socio-Political Themes in The Smurfs - "Adding to the idea of complete equality in the Village, most of the Smurfs wear the same kind and colour of clothes. It is a general work uniform, and with the distinctive caps and blue skin, is highly reminiscent of the quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1085166852061471012004-05-22T03:02:00.000+08:002004-05-22T03:15:50.580+08:00one of my pet peeves is stupid service-people (ss-p) who say blindingly stupid things, apparently in the misguided notion that you are as stupid as they are.
real-life example 1:
me: i'd like an iced mocha please.
ss-p: err, you mean an ice blended mocha, or the one with ice in it?
1. i used the exact term which their menu uses to order my drink. ( iced mocha as opposed to mocha ice blended or quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1085164915183890122004-05-22T01:59:00.000+08:002004-05-22T02:43:23.493+08:00monsieur hairspray, cars with newspapered windows, moonlighting with kumar and the quest for 80 curry puffs
so on wednesday evening i got arrowed to support a route march which my company's ocifers, just recently back from ocs, were doing at east coast. i was part of the ration party, which wasn't bad, in that we got to go outside to the real world to buy their meals.
dinner - 4 of us walk quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1085154872343887012004-05-21T23:54:00.000+08:002004-05-21T23:57:12.833+08:00from the daily irrelevant
Congressional offices..
Filed under: News— John Sinteur @ 17:53 Comments (0)
[Quote:]
The sensationally sordid Staff Ass sex scandal.
Young DC congressional staff assistant starts juicy blog. (edited cache). Blog describes carryings on with many men, including a married Bush appointee who pays her for sex. Washington’s most amusing and best read new blogger, Wonkette, quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1084797116703140342004-05-17T20:28:00.000+08:002004-05-17T20:31:56.703+08:00pm goh in saturday night fever!
Britain's Prime Minister Tony Blair (news - web sites) (L) looks on as his Singapore counterpart Goh Chok slips on the doorstep at Downing Street in London, May 11, 2004. REUTERS/Kieran Doherty
quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1084785848313491472004-05-17T17:23:00.000+08:002004-05-17T17:25:38.110+08:00
A Palestinian boy waits to be treated after Israeli missiles struck Gaza city on May 16, 2004. Israel’s top general threatened to destroy hundreds of Palestinian refugee homes after the Supreme Court cleared the way for demolitions in a flashpoint Israeli-held corridor on the Gaza-Egypt border. Secretary of State Colin Powell said the United States opposed the destruction of homes in Rafah quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1084729788592283392004-05-17T01:44:00.000+08:002004-05-17T01:49:48.593+08:00damn it, but it's impossible to get the made-in-australia lay's potato chips anywhere. every place i've seen is only stocking the thick, salty, un-sour-cream-n-onion-tasting made-in-usa version.
looks like i'm going to have to find a new 100%-artificial-over-salted-this-is-what-your-doctor-warned-you-about snack to exceed my recommended daily intake of sodium with.
bummer.quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1084632729466479152004-05-15T22:34:00.000+08:002004-05-16T17:43:13.120+08:00i think i have been whining uncharacteristically often of late.
did i spell 'uncharacteristically' right?
army's made me stoopid! *whines*
haiyah.
sian.
sianz.
weiyang just messaged me this afternoon. he said kwan aik said we should have a class outing thingy on account of it being hols for those they-don't-know-how-lucky-they-are girls in uni. they suggest sentosa. but i don't really know quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1084618644215959232004-05-15T18:43:00.000+08:002004-05-15T18:57:24.216+08:00so we're best combat unit this year. it isn't officially out, but its an open secret now.
big whoop. you'll probably see lots of rah-rah-go-commandos chest beating on saf day and at the ndp. there's a picture in the rec room of the ex-5th coy at safti, holding up this banner "best combat unit again, again, again, again and again!".
ought to be good for a couple of days off, at least.
last quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1084198962714864552004-05-10T22:19:00.000+08:002004-05-10T22:53:44.746+08:00frustration - i spend ages downloading different versions of l'auberge espagnole only to find they aren't subtitled. then i discover they're showing it on krisworld on the flight to brunei. but the flight isn't long enough and i only watch half of it. then on the flight home, they've changed to programme!
aargh.
i'm contemplating taking french lessons.
just finished d/ling goodbye lenin too quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1084161802491466852004-05-10T11:48:00.000+08:002004-05-10T12:03:22.490+08:00if there's a hell on earth, then the jungles of temburong is definitely it.
i've spent the past 3 weeks being rained on every night, crawled over by insects, getting stuck in knee deep mud, wading in chest deep water, being washed away by river currents, getting my hands cut up by thorns, eating a packet of 3in1 milo powder for lunch ( a balanced lunch is if you eat a packet of cereal too ), quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1084153467792191652004-05-10T09:43:00.000+08:002004-05-10T09:44:27.793+08:00i'm back!
fuck brunei!
it sucks, aye!
more later!
must scrub the filth of temburong off!quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1082300905503425062004-04-18T22:55:00.000+08:002004-04-18T23:12:23.216+08:00sigh. my penultimate day in civilisation.
"The land of Elbonia is located somewhere in the middle east and is covered in waist-deep mud. This mud is the country's sole export, and even then the citizens manufacture more mud out of bottled water and potting soil."
elbonia == brunei!
see, that's the real reason brunei is so rich - not the oil, but rather they're living it up off the royalties quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1081756295416121032004-04-12T15:41:00.000+08:002004-04-12T15:55:22.373+08:002 days of sick leave. my throat really hurts.
would've been a wayyy long weekend if i didn't have to go back to endorse my mc this morning.
i go to the medical centre at 0720 and i wait about 3 hours to see the MO ( medical ocifer ) for all of 30 seconds. he barely looked at my mc. in fact he asked me how many days it was for.
idiot that i am. should have told him three, at least.
then i quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1081613832061430102004-04-11T00:16:00.000+08:002004-04-11T00:20:57.326+08:00some scientists have too much time on their hands.quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1081535549261807162004-04-10T02:31:00.000+08:002004-04-10T02:36:14.030+08:00mitsubishi lancer jokes are not funny; and i shall lay violent hands upon any person who makes one.quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-108152733575404142004-04-09T23:39:00.000+08:002004-04-10T00:22:09.716+08:00feeling feverish.
panadol doesn't seem to be doing much for it.
i'm thinking i need something stronger.
the type of drug which'd cause birth defects like lanet's isotretinoin.
if i could give birth, anyway.
maybe for me, it'd just bestow super powers! x-ray vision! incredible strength! ability to make miss singapore contestants say intelligent things!
naturally, the fever chose to quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1081483678970895782004-04-09T12:07:00.000+08:002004-04-09T12:11:42.373+08:00quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1081342532064484912004-04-07T20:54:00.000+08:002004-04-07T20:59:12.623+08:00quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1080997794215455532004-04-03T21:02:00.000+08:002004-04-03T21:13:58.640+08:00i just went downstairs and caught a bit of the miss singapore universe pageant.
they were doing the q&a segment, and gott in himmel, but that was the very definition of "cringeworthy", right there. ( not that 'cringeworthy' is an actual word, but you know what i mean ).
and one of those lot are going to represent singapore in the internationals? well, now you know why you never see miss quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1080982730599919062004-04-03T16:55:00.000+08:002004-04-03T17:02:25.623+08:00just found this via mrbrown - amusing read.
March 21, 2004
Evil Midnight Robbers What Rob At Midnight
I didn't expect to be up at 4 AM writing a blog post, but thanks to a really horrid nightmare, I, well, am.
Am managing okay in NS; have gotten to the point where I'm only fucking up every other thing we're supposed to do. This is an Achievement. In related news, the last few days have been quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1080961199521469282004-04-03T10:59:00.000+08:002004-04-03T11:03:35.013+08:00The 213 Things Skippy is No Longer Allowed to Do in the U.S. Army
SGT Shawn Stanford
Once upon a time, there was a SPC Schwarz stationed with the Army in the Balkans. SPC Schwarz was either very clever or very bored; but probably both, since he managed to attempt or be warned about 213 things he wasn't allowed to do. He collected those things into a hillarious list and posted them to the web. Thequivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1080835978154786812004-04-01T23:34:00.000+08:002004-04-02T00:16:31.530+08:00it was a dark and stormy night.
an ugly person said, "hiyah i'm so bored. update your blog lah".
tits, not breasts.
update...update...update.
uhm.
right.
lets's see.
i watched the japan-singapore match in the rec room the other night.
loyalties were being questioned, patriotism doubted - on one hand, everyone present was, of course, a 'loyal' servant of the gah'men. on the other hand, a quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1080446629528443022004-03-28T12:02:00.000+08:002004-03-28T12:12:32.560+08:00i learnt at 1am this morning that toads are built in-fucking-credibly tough.
forget about cockroaches - toads're the ones which'll be left hopping around after a nu-culear barbecue.
in other news, i started a friendster account just this past monday night ( i'm a late bloomer, ok? ) and i think i'm getting bored of it already. quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1079698739034792552004-03-19T20:18:00.000+08:002004-03-19T20:22:15.043+08:00i love get fuzzy.
quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1079698076344174382004-03-19T20:03:00.000+08:002004-03-19T20:11:30.920+08:00my theory on why the malaysian robbers landed on tekong:
they passed by, saw bmtc and went, "hey, look ahmed, holiday resorts! must be sentosa! just the place to count our loot!".
there, qed, isn't it?
quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1079688547980473952004-03-19T17:27:00.000+08:002004-03-19T17:32:23.623+08:00HELP WANTED
Sherpas Needed!
Do you have a back?
Can we put stuff on it?
416-846 8340quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1078504875569529592004-03-06T00:01:00.000+08:002004-03-06T00:44:38.200+08:00i'm still sleepy.
every week the powers that be set new records for giving us less and less sleep - 2.5 hours yesterday.
i'm still scaring myself to death by falling asleep at the wheel whenever i drive on the expressway .
i just bought a hydrastorm water bag - "the world's finest hydration system" - which offers a "lifetime covenant of excellence". i imagine promising a "covenant of quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1077983610594252372004-02-28T23:53:00.000+08:002004-02-28T23:56:19.826+08:00quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1077958307440285322004-02-28T16:44:00.000+08:002004-02-28T16:55:15.810+08:00so yesterday i went for the smu interview.
"interview", incidentally, is a misnomer. what happens is they give you a choice of three essays to do in half an hour. i chose
"what do the following lines mean to you?
the east is red
the west is blue.
elvis is dead
confucius too."
i seriously considered answering "nothing. absolutely nothing.".
ah well.
then there was this discussion / debate quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1077957786868700962004-02-28T16:39:00.000+08:002004-02-28T16:45:55.856+08:00note from lance: i've swiped this from popaghandi.com without the knowledge of the author - avast! prepare to be boarded! arrr!
to assuage my guilt somewhat, i recommend you ( especially you, blob ) visit - she is an excellent writer.
Inbox
We do not forget the civic-minded public that reads the Straits Times everyday and writes in to "air their views", to cringe-worthy effect, displaying quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-107795743071208652004-02-28T16:35:00.000+08:002004-02-28T16:39:59.780+08:00 February 27, 2004
NOTE FROM CHRIS:
My dear TopFive readers, you are
simply NOT going to believe this.
Our archive librarian, Ms. Prifogle, stayed after
work last night and enjoyed a can or two of Schlitz
as she dug a little deeper into the TopFive stacks.
And guess what? She quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1077853884002135532004-02-27T11:51:00.000+08:002004-02-27T11:54:12.060+08:00 February 26, 2004
(Today's list was originally published on February 3, 1999)
The Top 13 Miracles Not Mentioned in the Bible
13> The Plague of the Hickeys
12> The Parting of Don King's Hair
11> And in these gospels did many sentences begin with the word
"And," yet the Net-Grammarians remained silent.
10> The Near-Perfect Slicing of the Pringles
quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1077263659731432412004-02-20T15:52:00.000+08:002004-02-20T15:56:57.950+08:00Al-Qaeda has released a violent English-language
rap song urging young Muslims to wage holy war.
The song, titled "Dirty Kuffar" ("Dirty Infidels"),
is being broadcast on the Internet in an attempt
to lure music-loving youth into the terror network.
And wouldn't you know it, it just so happens
that we here at TopFive were able to get our
quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1077262822336035332004-02-20T15:40:00.000+08:002004-02-20T15:43:00.733+08:00The Top 5 Predictions for 2004
(Part I)
5> A surprisingly underachieving contestant pulls out a second
consecutive win on a new reality TV series that pits a dozen
equally inept Americans against one another for the title
of "President of the United States."
4> Building on the success of re-hiring Joe Gibbs, the Washington
Redskins name Y.A. quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1076773645102649592004-02-14T23:46:00.000+08:002004-02-14T23:49:56.093+08:00
if i were his teacher i wouldn't know whether to laugh or cry.
actually i think i'd probably used a atomic bomb to kill myself and the other people in H.K.!!quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1076686771559510612004-02-13T23:39:00.000+08:002004-02-13T23:42:01.280+08:00quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1076685796256769192004-02-13T22:35:00.000+08:002004-02-13T23:25:46.123+08:00i wrote this little assortment of random thoughts on mondaynight/tuesdaymorning and, well, it seems rather less epic, less great-american-novel, than it did at 4am tuesday morning. however, seeing as how i don't feel inclined to think of anything to write in here, i shall just copy this out and be thankful that technology has not yet advanced to the point where rotten fruit can be hurled into quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280812.post-1076151166276557112004-02-07T18:47:00.000+08:002004-02-07T18:55:07.403+08:00spent the week on light strike vehicle basic driving course.
that's the lsv.
very cool. the thing can go just about anywhere - up and down extremely steep gradients, through close vegetation, it can knock down trees, drive sideways along a slope ( that was an oh-shit-what-am-i-doing-here-i-don't-get-paid-enough-for-this moment ) etc etc. and all that is just in the basic course.
quivalenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400454934871241658noreply@blogger.com