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Mon, Sep. 28th, 2009, 02:29 am
Without a doubt, I am an idiot. Fri, Aug. 14th, 2009, 12:39 am Have you ever..
1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions. 2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten. 3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating. 4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at www.verygoodtaste.co.uk linking to your results.
1. Venison 2. Nettle tea 3. Huevos rancheros 4. Steak tartare 5. Crocodile 6. Black pudding 7. Cheese fondue 8. Carp 9. Borscht 10. Baba ghanoush 11. Calamari 12. Pho 13. PB&J sandwich 14. Aloo gobi 15. Hot dog from a street cart 16. Epoisses 17. Black truffle 18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes 19. Steamed pork buns 20. Pistachio ice cream 21. Heirloom tomatoes 22. Fresh wild berries 23. Foie gras 24. Rice and beans 25. Brawn, or head cheese 26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper 27. Dulce de leche 28. Oysters 29. Baklava 30. Bagna cauda 31. Wasabi peas 32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl 33. Salted lassi 34. Sauerkraut 35. Root beer float 36. Cognac with a fat cigar 37. Clotted cream tea 38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O 39. Gumbo 40. Oxtail 41. Curried goat 42. Whole insects 43. Phaal 44. Goat’s milk 45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more 46. Fugu 47. Chicken tikka masala 48. Eel 49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut 50. Sea urchin (I love this shit) 51. Prickly pear 52. Umeboshi 53. Abalone 54. Paneer 55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal 56. Spaetzle 57. Dirty gin martini 58. Beer above 8% ABV 59. Poutine Chips, cheese and gravy. <3 60. Carob chips 61. S’mores 62. Sweetbreads 63. Kaolin 64. Currywurst 65. Durian 66. Frogs’ legs 67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake 68. Haggis 69. Fried plantain 70. Chitterlings, or andouillette 71. Gazpacho 72. Caviar and blini 73. Louche absinthe 74. Gjetost, or brunost 75. Roadkill 76. Baijiu 77. Hostess Fruit Pie (I know, what a waste right?) 78. Snail 79. Lapsang souchong 80. Bellini 81. Tom Yam 82. Eggs Benedict 83. Pocky 84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant. 85. Kobe beef 86. Hare 87. Goulash 88. Flowers 89. Horse 90. Criollo chocolate 91. Spam 92. Soft shell crab 93. Rose harissa 94. Catfish 95. Mole poblano 96. Bagel and lox 97. Lobster Thermidor 98. Polenta 99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee - In Thailand, no less! 100. Snake Sun, Jun. 21st, 2009, 01:44 am
Nice guys really do finish last.
I was behind the camera for much of this semester. This gave me the opportunity to observe the players on the field. You were consistent, devastating and insipirational. Your put other players to shame playing through your constant injuries. You made light of your discomfort after the game, but I saw how much it took out of you, and where the drive to continue to play came from, I never knew. You never had a harsh word for the less experienced players, and continually raised the bar with your all-out performances each match. You were so earnest to play even with your injuries that Uncle Sam sat there with bags of ice and a roll of tape each game, fretting over when you'd aggravate an old injury, not IF you would. You didn't chastise Arnaud for his hand in losing our first game to SMU, and didn't say 'I told you so' when he made up for it and won our second game for us. Off the field you were the nicest guy around, without the airs that accomplished exponents of a trade usually come with. You would tell me of your travels in Europe and your dreams to return and work there, your hopes that NUS would eventually offer a Language degree for students who were interested. Your eyes lit up when you described France and the lure of city lights. You were my teammate and close friend, and I will miss you like fuck, bro. We'll meet again and catch up over a cigarette. Wherever you are going next, I hope you've found peace, Eli. Elisha Chng
(1985 - 2009)
In light of Eternal Sunshine, this is an incredibly chill piece from Signal Runners. On my morning mix, wicked!
Green Hill Zone - Awesome. #sonic
Waking up to rain means you shouldn't be waking up at all. I'm going back to bed.
is getting stale. Short Skirt and Long Leather Jacket - Cake
High School Never Ends - Bowling for Soup
Space Oddity - David Bowie
Ava Adore - Smashing Pumpkins
Dance to the Music - Sly and the Family Stone
Indie Rock and Roll - The Killers
Walk This Way - Aerosmith ft. Run DMC
I Get Around - The Beach Boys
Don't You Want Me - Human League
Devil Came Down to Georgia - The Charlie Daniels Band
Chatanooga Choo Choo - The Glenn Miller Band
A Little Respect - Erasure
The Sound of Settling - Deathcab for Cutie
99 Luftballoons - Nena
The Sign - Ace of Base
Trash - The Whip
DATA - Aeriius Light (Kitsune Compilation)
I'll Be There - Escape Club
No Particular Place to Go - Chuck Berry
Guitar Man - Cake
Sunny Afternoon - The Kinks
A Praise Chorus - Jimmy Eat World
Jackie Moon - Love me Sexy
Barely Breathing - Duncan Shiek
Listen - Collective Soul
A Bottle of Buckie - Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin
Mexico - Incubus
You Get What You Give - New Radicals
Sound and Vision - David Bowie
Four to the Floor - Starsailor
You're Never Fully Dressed - Harry Connick Jr.
This is the Place - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Seven Days in Sunny June - Jamiroquai
Don't Speak - No Doubt
Broken (FL. REmix) - Late of the Pier What do you listen to in the morning to get you going? Halp. Sun, Mar. 22nd, 2009, 11:29 pm Nngh
I quite like Thai, but I'm terrible at it. I take two days to do my fucking homework. The latest: my Thai teacher told me my recent quiz was really balls, and has volunteered to give me one to one tuition. That bad ah. Sigh Sun, Mar. 8th, 2009, 05:38 pm
I disappoint you enough to diminish your love. You never did a good enough job of letting me know you love me unconditionally. I am unsure why my desire to place distance between yourself and I saddens you less than whatever you go on about this time. You go to church but grab immediately for hate, anger and revenge whenever confronted. I learnt to rage like you, and I hate it; like you it represents a huge weakness in my being. I will forever wonder what the hell it was that made you such a bitter, unhappy lady. My patience is but a sign of respect; I'm sorry its not for love.
Die die die. Eight am class and I'm still up, with my essay proposal still undone. I either (i) sleep now for two and half hours, leaving this proposal to be finished whilst in school, meaning I have to bring my laptop to school and spend my break typing instead of procuring sustenance or (ii) write the thing and sleep for an hour, and spend my break doing my readings instead of procuring sustenance. I think I will watch How I Met Your Mother.
The break week has come and gone with remarkable haste. I achieved several of the goals I set out for myself at the beginning of the week, but butchered some as well. I managed to do a little shopping, worked out a bit, and spent time with the rare whoevers who were willing to suffer my company this week. I didn't go to the post office, run, finish my design work or stick to fairly regular hours. But United drew with Milan Wednesday morning, NUS lost by a 3 try margin to SMU on Friday night, and Djokovic beat Ferrer last night. I cooked through the night with Jeremy for his church thing this morning, before coming home and eating a hasty breakfast. I tried recounting my week and the things I did as I went up to my room but decided I was too tired. When I woke up in time for dinner I remember being briefly irritated with my Mom for some obscure reason; she's been doing that on a regular basis of late. I will try to be more patient. Theres also this girl, who's been pulling my chain for a bit. The more I think about you though, the less attractive you become, and thank goodness for that. It's just as well I didn't set up lunch, because I'm not looking for anyone like you. I'll probably keep my distance not because you're evil or anything, but because liking you is akin to settling for less. You don't always need to be coming out of or getting into a relationship, I think. As for this resultant.. anomie, for lack of a better word, I'd best get used to it. The path I have set out for myself is an ardous, unforgiving one. I'll be awake when most are asleep, I'll be faffing about when others party. I'll probably not have the option of settling down or keeping a stable relationship for many years. I will lop off the tips of my fingers, have callouses from holding cleavers, and have burn marks all over my hands eventually, all a small price to pay for doing what I love most.
Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008, 04:59 am Rule No.1
So I don't know if I've broken any rules. Is it an issue if you harbour intentions but don't act on them? Ought I feel guilty about considering it at all. Should I tell him? And if it came to that, how the fuck would I tell him.
Sat, Mar. 29th, 2008, 05:41 pm
Have you ever sat down in the fresh cut grass And thought about the moment and when it will pass Hey man now you're really living Anjali - How's the new living arrangement? Give me your address Lauren - Where have you gone and when do your exams end Caine - I'm sorry for being an idiot on Thursday Naz - I forgot to do the ethnography assignment. I swear I wanted to do it ok Song - Damn those nuggets Piao - Nice set of pictures, lunch one day please! Xy - I miss you, glad to hear you're in a happy state Phil - are we ever going to see gerald and that slut LHY this year Nana - I have that south asian make up test on monday, how was the original and was it tough swong - haras gnow woh era ouy, yna toh syug tey? and I haven't really thought about what to say to everyone else.
What is the deal with references. You've got an essay, right; whatever number of words, academic paper, intro and summary and citations/references to scholarly articles. Which means. No quoting friends, no fictional books (save a lit module) and NO Wikipedia.
An academic paper, between 1000 to 3000 words requires at least 6 citations, references to scholarly articles that have data inside them. These articles are usually compiled by someone else, who in turn uses other scholarly articles in their 'original' works. My question is why we, as university students, require our essays to be validated by scholarly articles written by other people? DO MY WORDS CARRY NO WEIGHT NUS HUH
I hate citations.
Over the sea and far away She's waiting like an Iceberg Waiting to change, But she's cold inside She wants to be like the water,
All the muscles tighten in her face Buries her soul in one embrace They're one and the same Just like water
Then the fire fades away But most of everyday Is full of tired excuses But it's too hard to say I wish it were simple But we give up easily You're close enough to see that You're the other side of the world to me
On comes the panic light Holding on with fingers and feelings alike But the time has come To move along
Then the fire fades away But most of everyday Is full of tired excuses But it's too hard to say I wish it were simple But we give up easily You're close enough to see that You're the other side of the world
Can you help me? Can you let me go And can you still love me When you can't see me anymore
Then the fire fades away most of everyday Is full of tired excuses But it's too hard to say I wish it were simple But we give up easily You're close enough to see that You're on the other side of the world the other side of the world You are the other side of the world To me. Sun, Oct. 14th, 2007, 02:25 pm
Knowing someone's thinking about you, brings about incomparable emotions in even the most hard-hearted of people. Taking the extra effort to surprise me with a message timed to be read upon waking up, thats what I want.
How long how long will I slide Separate my side I don’t I don’t believe it’s bad Slit my throat It’s all I ever
I heard your voice through a photograph I thought it up it brought up the past Once you know you can never go back I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Watched that Korean show last night. Company was great, show was abyssmal. Abishmael. I also wrote my first essay in a really long time. Beating the rust off is not as easy as it looks. But its alright because once you train yourself to do something it becomes less difficult with each opportunity for reinforcement. Its like the example of the drunkard. He loves the stuff but knows its gonna have him in a right mess, crouched over the porcelain throne and saying wtf was I thinking. Then the next time it crosses his mind that he'd like a drink, the memory of feeling like ass wags its knobbly finger and the desire gets killed. Sure, there are plenty of instances where dealing with the shitty stuff after is worth it when the benefits are weighed, pleasure before pain right? Not this time la. You've won and the will to fight has left me. Wed, Sep. 26th, 2007, 06:21 am
Where are the textbooks for this topic?
Where are the tomes of reference that detail all possible outcomes, the big thick informative books with painfully small words. Where are the tutors
who nudge us in the right direction. I am new to this, and I've been a mess throughout it all. I have no idea what to do; I'm floundering. Sun, Sep. 23rd, 2007, 04:24 am ascendo tuum
Deep inside of a parallel universe Its getting harder and harder To tell what came first Under water where thoughts can breathe easily Far away you were made in a sea Just like me
Christ Im a sidewinder Im a California king I swear its everywhere Its everything
Staring straight up into the sky Oh my my a solar system that fits In your eye microcosm
You could die but your never dead spider web Take a look at the stars in Your head fields of space kid
Christ Im a sidewinder Im a California king I swear its everywhere Its everything
Psychic changes are born in your heart entertain A nervous breakthrough that makes us the same Bless your heart girl
Kill the pressure its raining on Salty cheeks When you hear the beloved song I am with you
Christ Im a sidewinder Im a California king I swear its everywhere Its everything |