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we are men of substance: 11/13/2005 - 11/20/2005

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We are men of substance. Saturday, November 19, 2005. Thanks, Chunkai, for owning all of us at chinese chess. Thanks, Joel, for all the gossip/bitching during maths lessons. Thanks, Alex, for teaching me how to play mahjong and taking money out of our wallets every 2 months. Thanks, Eugene, for always creating trouble with the teachers, and being a veritable pain in the ass. Thanks, Jonyee, for all the random witty comments. Thanks, Kannan, for feeding us during recess. Thanks, Sean Tan, for all the suan...

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we are men of substance: 10/16/2005 - 10/23/2005

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We are men of substance. Saturday, October 22, 2005. The disgustingzorz chan wei jie. Haha flame the jei movement might be back sooner than we thought. i guess he still hasn't grown a brain after the CTs. the only reason it died down because he stopped posting. now. he's back, and SMARTER than ever. shan't post anymore comments about him because its common knowledge now what i think of him. just go read his blog at http:/ wellwelldamnitall.blogspot.com. Posted by Mao Lin @ 8:13 PM. Why couldnt they just ...

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we are men of substance: 10/23/2005 - 10/30/2005

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We are men of substance. Saturday, October 29, 2005. Take me to the otherside. Of the story, if you haven't seen the prologue. I suppose now's a good time to do so. And help would be greatly appreciated, i'm really such a bad procrastinator. Posted by seanie @ 8:57 PM. Friday, October 28, 2005. Posted by Mao Lin @ 10:13 PM. Thursday, October 27, 2005. We thus have a scientific explanation for our unproductivity. Posted by papmech @ 10:45 PM. Tuesday, October 25, 2005. I don't like dang's marking. We woul...

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sitting in a taxi: October 2005

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Sitting in a taxi. Always be a poet, even in prose. Charles Baudelaire. October 21, 2005. From the bus window. The grey world sways to and fro -. I really don't know. my second haiku ever anyway. don't think i'll submit for the haiku comp in the first place. oh dear. is 'nauseous' 2 or 3 syllables? How foolish i am. We only have hot-summer and wet-summer here. So the word. Grey" can be the latter. Or to make the 'summer' season more obvious, how about. They both sound good - what do you two think? Aftern...

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sitting in a taxi: March 2005

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Sitting in a taxi. Always be a poet, even in prose. Charles Baudelaire. March 31, 2005. When my heart gets kicked like a pillow it throws up. Some of me trickles out as milk from a carton. And that's when Ii feel my heart beat,. Feet of the wounded mammoth lumbering to a collapse. It goes Thump, Thump. Beat: exhausted, smash, pummel. Thump: smash, pummel). It ain't a kick in the head but. The damage done leaves nothing but an untouchable. Record like the photograph of last night's dream. Sad very. th...

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we are men of substance: 10/30/2005 - 11/06/2005

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We are men of substance. Wednesday, November 02, 2005. Posted by zach @ 8:59 PM. Posted by zach @ 8:59 PM. Tuesday, November 01, 2005. Bring rags on Wed! Guys remember to bring your rags tmr! Posted by Lim5d @ 8:23 PM. Amazing The Race : Season 243206544 is here! The intro of the 13 teams of 2 can be found here:. The 13 teams of Amazing the Race. The first episode premiers tonight! Now to announce the host of this season's competion: BOB HOK! The ever exciting host is here to stay! Ok this is serious.

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sitting in a taxi: August 2005

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Sitting in a taxi. Always be a poet, even in prose. Charles Baudelaire. August 26, 2005. Is when you can draw a line. Posted by royce @ 8/26/2005 03:13:00 am. Links to this post. August 24, 2005. Post 111 (and then some). The birds whisper their evening song. As the light fades and sky darkens. The activity once here is now gone. And eerie quiet comes [silently] creeping. Upon the empty school. Dark, contrived quiet creeps upon the school. Where light fades and soft evening comes [also]. August 19, 2005.

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sitting in a taxi: September 2005

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Sitting in a taxi. Always be a poet, even in prose. Charles Baudelaire. September 28, 2005. Posted by royce @ 9/28/2005 12:52:00 am. Links to this post. September 19, 2005. Of the american dream. Of pop and rock. And daily fast food. Bimbotic and cut throat. With only social lives. Fat, dumb and pretty. Of such cultures,. He wondered. "Gone. Wouldn' come back if they could 'elp it," came the reply. "Gone where? Can't tell fer sure. All I been told is they're jes to damn busy". Then what do I do? And what...

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we are men of substance: 09/25/2005 - 10/02/2005

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We are men of substance. Saturday, October 01, 2005. Sama-sama maju ke hadapan. Jaga diri dalam kesihatan. Serta sopan-santun dengan kawan-kawan. Dengan hati bersih serta suci. Sama-sama hormat dan berbudi. Adat dan budaya junjung tinggi. Capailah lekas cita-cita pemuda-pemudi. Supaya kita ada harga di mata dunia. Kalau kita lengah serta lupa. Jiwa besar sihat serta segar. Rajin dengan sabar tentu bahagia. Lemah lembut perangai pemudi. Cergas tangkas wataknya pemuda. Suka rela selalu berbakti. 7 hours of...

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sitting in a taxi: June 2005

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Sitting in a taxi. Always be a poet, even in prose. Charles Baudelaire. June 28, 2005. I shall valiantly stop thy spamming, oicannotmakeitlah! Angst shall return to haunt this blog! When old wrinkles away forgotten;. When storms slaughter and plunder;. What's the ticking of the clock at night,. When indifference creeps up to throttle;. When time seeps off leaving us dry. Posted by royce @ 6/28/2005 02:36:00 am. Links to this post. Reminisence, scraps of nothing,. That cling to hope of revival and success.