tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52595332013-03-04T04:40:56.902+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.comBlogger429125tag: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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