You got to know when to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away
And know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
This almost made me fall off my chair.
http://www.wired.com/culture/lifestyle/news/2007/04/drsha_0405/
Did you know - Sha came to law school because she didn't make it to med school. I bet in an alternate universe she did, and this might have been the result.
Was just looking thru photos from exchange (after someone told me it's almost been a year on) and well, what can I say? I miss just about everything about the entire thing. Except maybe having to do my own laundry and cleaning, but well it wasn't that much of a chore. And of course, I miss the people. Ang mohs >>> locals.
:))))))))
Shame about Roma though, 7-1 is harsh beyond belief. Three England teams in the semi-final is also slightly ridiculous. And my brother tells me Liverpool is bookmaker's favorite. fancy that.
As usual, Chelsea have to muck around for the first 45 minutes, go into the dressing room at half time to get yelled at or whatever by Mourinho, and come roaring out for the second half.
1-1, shevchenko 53". GAME ON.
Fernando Morientes, FORMER LIVERPOOL FAILURE, scores against Chelsea. 0-1
Life as we know it is ending.
Whatever the result, whatever the outcome, it will be a night to remember. The journey might end tonight, or it might end in athens come may. here we go.
Purple light In the valley
That is where I want to be
Infantry Best companions
With my rifle and my buddy and me
SOC Sibei jialat
IPPT Lagi worse
Every day Doing PT
With my rifle and my buddy and me
Book-out day See my girlfriend
Saw her with Another man
Broken hearted Back to camp
With my rifle and my buddy and me
ORD Back to study
Got degree So happy
But can't forget Still remember
My rifle and my buddy and me
Ed note - Slight wave of nostalgia inspired by Jason's MSN nick. So, now that we have (almost) finished studying and (almost) got our degrees, are we 'so happy'? I know I'm not.
A friend sent this to me today and despite the wrong-ness of it all, I have magnanimously decided to share this with all of you. Although you figure if you swap out Chelsea with whoever it will still work.
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A bloke goes into Stanstead Airport and manages to eventually get into the departure lounge where his flight home is being called. All around him there are overturned tables, smashed windows, computer terminals broken, upturned chairs and crowd control barriers lying on the floor.
"Christ, what's happened here?" he asks one of the ground crew.
"Oh yeah...", he replies "Absolutely hopeless .... we had the Chelsea players in here this morning filming the new Nike ad".
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Q: What is the difference between Bill Clinton and Andriy Shevchenko?
A: Clinton can score.
========================4 surgeons are taking a tea break:
1st surgeon says "Accountants are the best to operate on because when you open them up, everything inside is numbered."
2nd surgeon says "Nope, librarians are the best. Everything inside them is in alphabetical order."
3rd surgeon says "Well you should try electricians. Everything inside them is colour coded."
4th surgeon says "I prefer Chelsea fans. They're heartless, spineless, gutless and their heads and a**es are interchangeable."
========================Unsubstantiated reports seem to suggest that Chelsea will be releasing a new record at the end of the month, "I'm forever blowing Doubles"! (ed - I guess quadruples is more correct, but the idea is there)
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I've heard that Stamford Bridge has arguably the best pitch in the Premiership. Well...not entirely surprising considering all the sh*t that has been on there.
Je ne veux pas travailler
MAIS
Je veux déjeuner!
In the co-op they sell a book entitled "Yong Pung How: Selected Speeches and Judgments". It's about as thick as poh chu chai's law of banker and customer, which I guess isn't surprising since well, the guy's had a long career of hearing lots and lots of cases and I'm sure he's invited all over to speak.
What I'm wondering is, what sort of book is it meant to be? A textbook, for those studying his life? A biography - albeit a technical and boring one? Or just some tribute/homage type book? I know I wouldn't just pick it up and read it, and I have rather broad taste in books. Forgot to check out how much it costs but I'm sure quite a pretty penny.
Which begs the next question. Who is the intended audience? Other than libraries I'm not too sure who will pick this up. Chan Sek Keong, maybe. And the rest of the Supreme Court bench. Law firms, to put in the reception area/conference room to look impressive. Other than that?
Law Students? Hahahahaha
Those railing things they have in the lifts are dangerous. I leaned back and impaled the back of my head on one of those huge oversized thumb tack things. What are they for again?
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I can't decide if Nestle Toll House or Pepperidge Farm makes the best choc chip cookies in the world. Opinions?
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Simon Chesterton has a book entitled Does the UN Need a Secretary or a General? On the front cover is a picture of a man whose head is covered by a dove. I wonder if that's a real photograph, or if it was photoshopped?
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Just a friendly reminder. Chelsea are now only 3 points behind Manchester United, with ManU still to visit Stamford Bridge. The title race is wide open, people. (Many thanks to Portsmouth by the way. Much obliged)
Today my family went to see this house my parents are thinking of buying. For the longest time they've been talking about how no one ever uses the garden, and we're living on prime that can be rented out to expats and all that. Nothing really has been done about it though, since moving is a hassle. The thought of moving has always been rather daunting to me personally, since that involves packing and I HATE PACKING. I wanted to cry the two days before I left Canada to come home, cause I had to pack.
So anyway, the house is pretty cool. It's built into a slope so it has about 6 split levels, and the basement and attic are huge. We lose the garden, but like I said we never use it anyway. Lot's of space for entertaining and all that. Or, according to my parents, we can get married and all still live under one roof. It's about 5 minutes walk from Al Ahzar so supper will be insanely convenient - no more Macs and dabao.sg deliveries! ALl in all, we all were pretty hyped up on the way home.
Then I came home and walked into the huge massive explosion that is my room (Those of you that have been to visit know what I'm talking about) I am not moving if I can possibly help it.
as promised...
Once again, Arsenal have shown their ability to pass the ball around... in the opposing penalty box, all without scoring. Honestly, the number of passes they can string together is slightly scary, yet number of goals to show for it = big, fat zero. They need to learn that direct and long ball football, while ugly (not when Drogba's your target man, but that's another story) is horribly effective. Flowing, passing football is pretty but won't win you as many games.
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Why, Reading, why! So close, but yet so far.
As of this writing, Manu are 3 (well, technically 4, since their game is drawn) points ahead of Chelsea. Hope. Springs. Eternal.
edit - 2-1 portsmouth ftw!
[eileen] How fast does hair grow? says:
wheres the chicken dog icecream soccer bit!!
FAIL
(ed note: At least when sha requests blog posts, she isn't specific about content. Gee!)
Get a free twenty piece
Chicken McNuggets
When you buy any four extra value meals!
Oh, lalalala. (or something to that effect)
Actually, I just feel like some nuggets right now. In curry sauce.
PS No icecream post, I just blogged about that 2, 3 posts ago. And soccer will come tonight, after Chelsea cuts Manu's lead down to 3 points. Although to write that I might have to blog before Manu plays. Huh.
[eileen] How fast does hair grow? says:
eh blog leh
i don't want to sleep alone says:
okay fine
[eileen] How fast does hair grow? says:
faster pasta
i don't want to sleep alone says:
pasta?
[eileen] How fast does hair grow? says:
i give you inspiration
chicken...dog..icecream..and soccer
Okay, the supposed inspiration didn't really work. But I guess I could write about pasta. Being a rather atas consumer, I naturally am familiar with the different types of pasta. I know what linguine, ravioli, penne, what have you look like. I have wondered for the longest time, though. Why are there so many different types?
Wikipedia, the source of all my knowledge, is singularly unhelpful in this respect. "The basic ingredients are often the same, the shape and characteristics of surface makes various kind of pasta well suited for different kind of dressing." Which a random waiter at a swanky restaurant told me once, I think. Or at least I must have heard it before. But it doesn't hold water with me. How come flat pasta (e.g. linguine) holds cream sauce better, while regular spaghetti is better for bolognese? And then, angel-hair pasta - mini-me spaghetti - is usually used for alio olio.
Why? And, okay, assuming wikipedia is true (which is generally the case, so okay) Who can tell me how it works? And, which pasta is best for which kinds of dressing, and why?
Pasta lunch on me if you can explain the whole thing to my satisfaction.
Every time I think of you
I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
And every day my confusion grows
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say
I feel fine and I feel good
I'm feeling like I never should
Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself
That if I hurt someone else
Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say
I am the student,
Who don't do anything.
I just stay at home
and laze around.
If you ask me,
to do anything.
I'll just tell you
I don't do anything.
[It really is a song! Ask me to sing it for you sometime]
Eileen is taking Chinese 3 and she is very proud of her Chinese ability, which right is light years better than mine, as the below picture will attest. The above two lines are my work (the ones with blanks all over the place) and the lines below are hers - hooray for 19/20! (She claims she has another one with 20/20)
In my defense, I was rather blindsided. I walked in and she whipped out a piece of paper and said, 'okay, ting xie time'. I haven't written Chinese for quite some time, and I think if you ask me to write my name for you I'll have to think for a while.
eileen adds: also she did not study for it she is just smarter than b****** and yes i wrote this of my own volition
If you've ever been to Venice, you might have noticed that all the gondoliers are male. Oh, and the city stinks, but that's another story. Anyway, theres this German lady who's been campaigning for ten years to become a gondolier, and a regional court in Italy just made the Gondolier's Association accept her as their first female member.
Now, I'm a believer in women's lib and all that, and if a lady thinks she's up to a particular job then fine, go ahead. What I find disturbing about this particular newsbite is that she had failed the gondolier's qualification test three times. One suspects that if a male failed three times yet wanted to force his way in he would be subject to general ridicule, but if it happens to a woman, she goes crying to a court for help. Meh.
Uhh, I don't know where you learned to karate chop a cake into slices, but did anyone tell you a knife sorta kinda works as well?
Apparently, yesterday marked the founding of the Arsenal Supporter's Club, Singapore branch. Or whatever they call it, I forget. Anyway, to mark the occasion, they had a party yesterday evening, coinciding with Arsenal's match against Liverpool at Anfield. Sounds like they had a huge blast, with Glen Ong (a notable Arsenal fan) running the show, contests and goodness knows what else. Except for the slight problem of the final scoreline.
Oh, they also had a 'predict the score' competition. Guess no one at that particular party won, huh. Or even came close. I wonder what the prize was.
WHYYYY ARSENAL. WHYYYYYY. To lose 1-0 or 2-0 is okay. (Hey, even Chelsea lost at Anfield this season) But 4-1! And, to a Peter Crouch hat-trick to boot!
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For 25 glorious minutes (approximately the amount of time Blackburn led at Old Trafford.) I harbored a hope in me I though long dead. Maybe ManU might slip up after all. Maybe Chelsea still have an outside shot at taking the Premiership.
Then again, it was not to be :( As wave after wave of ManU attacks crashed on the rock that was the Blackburn attacks, it slowly began to become painfully obvious that it was a question of when, and not if, that rock would be breached.
And inevitably, it breached. Not just cracked, mind you, but more like annihilated. Ouch.
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It's often said that the mark of Champions is the ability to win matches you don't deserve to win. To squeeze three points out of a match that held zero, or at the most one. Well, for what it's worth, Chelsea managed that yesterday, though one suspects that it's the case of too little, too late.
Today is the first day of April. It also marks the first day of our last month as law students. It suddenly occurred to me today that in a month's time, we will all have graduated (assuming we don't fail our modules/exams, but that's another story) and in another month's time, we will all be gainfully employed, having sold our souls to the Drew & Napiers and Allen & Gledhills of this world. No more doing things on a whim. No more insiduous sms-es from LH inciting revolt. (Well, one can hope!) No more doing all the things we've become accustomed to as uni students. NO MORE SLEEPING IN.
In light of this, I propose that we make the most of our last month as law students. Go out more. More breakfasts, lunches, teas. Slack more. Enjoy life a little bit more. Not that we haven't been already, but well in these things a little excess never hurt anyone.