Rest stop 2 and we're almost at our destination. In the bottom right corner is the expedition leader, noraini. I'm trying hard to convince her to let me drive the van. No luck yet but i'll keep you updated avid readers so check back soon!
2005-03-12
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My first stop before mount ophir, machap. I'm actually quite excited as i hear there'll be a fresh water waterfall.
2005-03-05
Southern-most point
Southern-most point
Originally uploaded by kingchef.
okay the sign says 'southern-most point of asia'. pretty damn impressive considering we biked there eh? unless you take into account that its at sentosa...
Singapore's Youngest Busker!
Singapore's Youngest Busker!
Originally uploaded by kingchef.
Like i always said- Talent runs like a rushing tsunami through the Ong bloodline.
can you believe it? someone stole my meiji strawberry yogurt from the office fridge! who would steal someone else's yogurt? what kind of a world do we live in?! i can understand if someone stole my car. cars have this air-of-prostitution about it, you know? like a mariachi of sorts. "come one, come all! anyone can ride me!"- thats what a car exudes. but yogurt? its worse than stealing candy from a baby. its even more morally bankrupt. its stealing snacks from a hungry lennard!
2005-03-02
Tracks from fiona apple's yet-unreleased album 'Extraordinary Machine' have been leaked on the net (http://www.angelfire.com/wa2/nadjadee/index201.html). thats a big yay for fans, so check it out. On the record, i don't listen her cuz you know, like, dude, thats chick music, but off the record, gawd she is damnnn good! (even marilyn manson has a thing for her.)
Fred Durst (yea, that guy) (yeah, i agree- he's sooooo last millenium) has obviously ran out of what little creative juices on coming up with his bandname (limp bizkit. Fred Durst-" dude... bizkit, is like, biscuit, spelt bizkit! wes! can you write us some songs now please?"), so he's using what little man juice he has on a porn flick thats just plain NASTY, and by that i mean NASTY in a BAD way. not NASTY in a jenna haze way, but NASTY in a bad russian/thai porno way. er. not that i watch any of that shit. a friend told me...
thank you
Fred Durst (yea, that guy) (yeah, i agree- he's sooooo last millenium) has obviously ran out of what little creative juices on coming up with his bandname (limp bizkit. Fred Durst-" dude... bizkit, is like, biscuit, spelt bizkit! wes! can you write us some songs now please?"), so he's using what little man juice he has on a porn flick thats just plain NASTY, and by that i mean NASTY in a BAD way. not NASTY in a jenna haze way, but NASTY in a bad russian/thai porno way. er. not that i watch any of that shit. a friend told me...
thank you
2005-02-28
i am modifying my mountain-bike to become an aspalt demon. the knobby trail loving tires are making way for sleek road hugging ones, the handle-bars are being trimmed and the crankset changed to a 38-teeth monster that'll be eating road, pavement and kilometers with reckless abandon. i might even change the frame to a 2nd-hand one with a longer top-tube, though it is a heavier frame, but it will mean the bike will fit me better. currently the bike i'm riding, i've been using since pri. 4, so that gives you some idea. it will be so fucking gorgeous- one of a kind. a 'custom' job.
why do i need so many bikes, you may ask? well, the road bike is for speed, the bmx is for playing and messing around and hopefully if anyone reading this is feeling generous, a free-ride hardtail will be for hitting the trails, tho there's hardly any in singapore...
its time to give my bikes names.
i dub my BMX Holmer, and my soon to be road-ish bike... suggestions please?
and a big hello-how-are-you to everyone out there.
why do i need so many bikes, you may ask? well, the road bike is for speed, the bmx is for playing and messing around and hopefully if anyone reading this is feeling generous, a free-ride hardtail will be for hitting the trails, tho there's hardly any in singapore...
its time to give my bikes names.
i dub my BMX Holmer, and my soon to be road-ish bike... suggestions please?
and a big hello-how-are-you to everyone out there.
2005-02-23
i dunno whats wrong but it seems my bike now hates me. i keep mucking up the simplest of things and crashing and what-naught. i will now take a week-long hiatus from my bi-pedal friend, because at the rate i'm going, i will develop a permenant phobia of bicycles.
i think its because i made it jealous i bought a free ride magazine and have recently been looking at pictures of road bikes on-line.
-sigh-
i think its because i made it jealous i bought a free ride magazine and have recently been looking at pictures of road bikes on-line.
-sigh-
2005-02-22
2005-02-21
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In what was the most violent session of lo hei tossing i've experience this year, courtesy of the Gong Xi Gong Xi Police Golfing Challenge, they literally threw the lo hei at me. Is that a good thing?
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Perks of the job. I also got to drive a golf buggy today. (alternative caption: Inspector Lennard is modelling the new 2005 spring/summer Police Peak Cap in a fetching tone of PAP white with a stylish 'Mark of the Beast' logo in red)
2005-02-19
The Plastick Funhause is a playground for the lost, a bosom to the bottle-fed repressed. Let loose a sigh and let it cradle your mind. Suckle the wholesome goodness of free machine-brewed nescafe.
Think of rats and hole-punchers and other pretty things. Your body is a shell, your mind is infinite. Crucify your soul on a sheet of A4-sized paper with a stapler. Your soul is dirty, muddy and ugly next to its wholesome chlorine-bleached goodness.
Your mother didn't love you enough, your dad was a drunk. Fuck you. His mother loved him too much, his dad was too sober. You can let it all go, just join the Plastick Funhause.
Take a deep breath, its the last you'll ever take. Everyone's a walking stereotype, so pick yours. Phonies. All phonies. We can all run away, we can be free.
The faceless mass does not exist. Do not refer to them as 'them', because you are part of it. We are the faceless mass. Embrace our anonyimity, love your abnormity. Everyone's difference is everyone's common denominator.
You've judged what I wrote and now you're judging me. You came to read what I wrote, so remember that your judgement on me reflects on you too. I can judge you too even if I don' t know you. You're probably 'nice' and scared shitless of being alone. Its okay, so am I. Sometimes, at least. You probably love Keane, and secretly you like -insert pop band here-. Its okay, I like Robbie Williams, but no I don't like Keane. You probably fear death more than you love life. And thats why I'm glad I'm not you.
lehn.
Think of rats and hole-punchers and other pretty things. Your body is a shell, your mind is infinite. Crucify your soul on a sheet of A4-sized paper with a stapler. Your soul is dirty, muddy and ugly next to its wholesome chlorine-bleached goodness.
Your mother didn't love you enough, your dad was a drunk. Fuck you. His mother loved him too much, his dad was too sober. You can let it all go, just join the Plastick Funhause.
Take a deep breath, its the last you'll ever take. Everyone's a walking stereotype, so pick yours. Phonies. All phonies. We can all run away, we can be free.
The faceless mass does not exist. Do not refer to them as 'them', because you are part of it. We are the faceless mass. Embrace our anonyimity, love your abnormity. Everyone's difference is everyone's common denominator.
You've judged what I wrote and now you're judging me. You came to read what I wrote, so remember that your judgement on me reflects on you too. I can judge you too even if I don' t know you. You're probably 'nice' and scared shitless of being alone. Its okay, so am I. Sometimes, at least. You probably love Keane, and secretly you like -insert pop band here-. Its okay, I like Robbie Williams, but no I don't like Keane. You probably fear death more than you love life. And thats why I'm glad I'm not you.
lehn.
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