SIKH GOES INDIAN

mason got back this morning, from china, and requested that we'd go to little india for dinner. and so started daniel's adventure of the day.

i've never been to little india before, and strangely enough, for a first time there(sort of), i felt at home! just that they didnt have turbans. so of course, im far more attractive than them. x)

so we went to some banana left restaurant where all the food is served on banana leaves.
AMAZING! and with such a big area covered with leaf, it was virtually impossible to drop your food on the tables. such innovation!

well, we ate... some strange piles of chicken, mutton, and fishhead curry, which all tasted pretty good, but the weirdest and best thing i tasted for the night had to be this:




curry muthafisaurus!
fantastic. it tasted heavely, and it looks cool too. honestly, i've never seen such a great tasting abomination in my life.



the best part of it - muthafisaurus eyeball. nice and bloody.



muthafisaurus with a sikh touch of turban, courtesy of VANESS SNG BUAY.



and after devouring a muthafisaurus and drinking LASSI, we walked through the place, trying to figure out how to pronounce the names of temples, shops, and other various vaguely indian sounding objects, only to realise why we were made chinese and not indian.
but i found the shop named "mama & papa" really cool. it's like a ooober mama shop, so mama isn't enough.


and as we walked along, i just had to snap the picture of a banner advertising for some mad shop. yes mad. it's the name of the shop.
and the banner is even funnier.




i mean. the guy calls himself a mad man! how funkae is that?! not the guy in the picture, he's a wannabe.
it's just jon lame. not henry.

he's just a nut trying to claim insanity.



i'd post more, but im tired. oh well. i think the pictures would be more than enough for the night

architupid. a series of random evens related to architectual technology

just the other day, while we were in class, the lecturer mentioned some stuff about pre-stress concrete, where the reinforcement bars in the concrete are prestretched before they're concreted in. this allows it to exert an opposite force against the downward load when used in structural beams.
okay. if you didnt get that, forget it.

after saying that, the lecturer went to to emphasize the importance of wearing a hard hat at construction sites, because when you disassemble such beams, there's a possibility of it flying and hitting you and you dying in the process.

and to emphasize, he did this:
"so you see, you must remember to wear your....."

and puts his two hands to his head, in the shape of a hat - prompting a reply from the half asleep audience.

and my friend had to go "turban!"

and i almost fell off my chair. x) ive a soft spot for turbans.

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went out yest with dan ng, van and nette, and while we were waiting for dan to replace his miraculously lost sim card(which apparently bounced off his foot, off someone's head ricocheting of another person's back and into someone's fold of his jeans.(just a theory)), nette was sticking her nose into my work file.

and reached a part about precast construction vs on-site construction.

and she had to just read aloud the only part of the paper, which goes "speed of erection"

the day before she wanted to fond people, now she's looking at the speed of erection.
you and your perverted tendencies.

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oh... and er, cheer up emo! x)

i have two big statements to make today:

I FINALLY FOUND NEW PORN! YES!

andddd.....

NETTE WANTS TO FOND PEOPLE!

all run in terror!

what if?

the dreamer.
i'm a very what if person, and i'm not all that proud of it, but it's quite an irritating habit.
i never fail to sit around, and question myself on what if something happened.

what if she liked me, but i was being such an ass.
what if i stayed in rugby, would i have gotten a hot chick by now?
what if i did art as a subject for my o's.
what if i got into acs(i) would i have been better off?

i don't know why i torment myself with hypothetical situations, but i'm guessing its just i want to know i did everything right.
which is pretty dumb when you come to think of it, because it's better not to know if you've done something wrong, than knowing because it's not like i can do anything about it.
it's like putting a confidential envelope with the words "do not read" in it in bold.

i'm think i'm a control freak.
i need to have everything in order, tip top, the best. like in group work, i can't take it when you do your best, and people are like skiving and doing work not up to par, because it's going to be submitted as a group. i'd really like to apologize to my teamates because i set the bar high. too high by normal stadards, sorry sorry to push you all.

it's because i want my work to be perfect.

i need help to relax.
help. SOMEONE CHILL WITH ME.


today i thought, what if went to do graphic design or something(another aspect of design im particularly passionate about)?
and then i knew it was about time i went to sleep.

there shouldn't be a question on why i'm doing it.


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oh, and there's other what if's i was thinking of today, but i shalln't disclose. x)

'do you want an interesting fact?' said jo.

'eskimos apparently have over fifty different words for snow. Snow's really important to those guys - i supposed it's because sometimes the difference between one type and another can mean the difference between life and death' she paused and laughed self-consciously. 'you know they've got words for dry snow and wet snow, fluffy snow and compact snow. they've got words for snow that comes down fast and for snow that comes down slow - they've thought of everything.'

'that's a lot of snow', commented Rob as his eyes flicked to a scruffy-looking mongrel crossing the road in front of them, oblivious to the night bus hurtling towards it. it only narrowly missed being hit, but continued coolly on it's journey to the bin outside the off-licence, which it sniffed studiously, then cocked a leg against.

'so what's your point?' asked Rob.
'well, it's like this,' replied Jo. '
if eskimos can come up with fifty words for snow because it's a matter of life or death, why is it that we've got only one word for "love"?'


-excerpt from Brand New Friend, Mike Gayle

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-EDITED-

i don't know about you, but i'd never go around saying to the people around me that i love them, simply because it'd scare the shit out of them. (ok. I would scared the shit out of other people. me only okay? hahahah. you wouldnt expect me to say it right?)
maybe it's because of the connotations we have with telling people that you love them.

okay, now before you get totally disgusted by my post today, let me justify my statements.
i'm not going around to proclaim about the gospel of love or something.

how many time do you write something on an sms, look at it, and edit it, because you fear that you're sending the wrong message.
but after sending it, realise that your first 'draft' was actually what you really really wanted to say, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it.

i've just been thinking.
just how much do you hide?

hindered by the limitations of the english language, and my oh-so limited grasp of it.
back to reading then.

im thinking of english okay. not all whole love part can? x)

site visit after school was interesting
okay. it wasn't site visit that was interesting. it was more of dinner after site visit.

we went off to tekka mall to eat dinner. which most people would know, is somewhere in the outskirts of little india.
the foodcourt is traditional indian themed, with pictures of indians from the 80s plastered on all four walls, and with strage psychadellic coloured faces on the ceilings(don't ask me how that is indian okay, i'm not indian)

and so as we were walking through the place, i saw a fellow sikh, and decided to traditionally pinch yucheng on the flabby side of the biceps.

and as he writhed in pain, he leaned over and whispered "black"

then it struck me that if he had shouted it, following tradition, he'd get stoned before he could exit the mall.

and i was thankful that nobody pinched me.

i remember jason yeung saying that i'd never survive in india.
maybe he was right.

i don't know. i'm not myself today.
sorry.

the sound of rain on the pavement.
rythm played by water against the concrete,
harmonized with the cascading flow of crystal across the terraced footsteps.


the area next to the workshops flooded today.
not something you get everyday.

you jump from strategically laid drain cover to ledge, laid out across the water by people before you.
carefully dodging railings and flying objects hurtled by the wind.

okay. it's not as exciting as it seems, but the water cascading down the steps looked pretty.

rain has a habit of stripping you bare. like the cleansing of the soul, the washing away of the facade that we put up everyday, leaving you naked, vulnerable..... and childish.

HERE

ivan, and jj amusing themselves with a leaky pipe. ivan's the one trying to play with the 'piss'. yes, we all love ivan very much.



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anyway. today daniel found something new on the ground, so lets play
"who's that poordeadhoribblymutilated creature!"


nc16 for mild gore. please dont let your kids click on the pixelated image because it leads to something far more gruesome, unless you want to horribly mentally disturb you kids for the rest of their sorry lives. enjoy.





wasn't that fun?

the retreat went well. unsurprisingly and surprisingly.
surprisingly because the preperation was to put it crudely, crap.
unsurprisingly because even tho we do all the planning, there's the big guy up there who does all the big planning.

and at this point, people are nudging me online and wishing me happy birthday, and unlike most people who get disappointed because there's no fancy lighting or party poppers when the clock strikes 12, i'm convinced i'm seeing fireworks at the moment. though it most probably is due to my eyes hurting from the lack of sleep last night.

happy 18th to myself. i sound miserable.

FOURDAYS!

whee. 4 days to the very overrated 18th birthday. i still dont know why you have to be 18-21 to see much nudity in movies, but can legally have sex from 16 onwards. pointless ain't it. oh wells. probably not gonna do anything this birthday as usual, maybe a little gluttony and drunken revelry, but probably not.

seems this blog has become a more of a billboard for the last 6 posts. not trying to take it a step further, but i had to post this. (:

CHERYL LIM IS THE HOTTEST, MOST FANTABULOUS CHICK ON EARTH.

i shall wait til june 5th to say more okay x) you invisible blog cruiser.

THANKS GREG FOR FIXING IT.

right column template alignment error. need help desperately because i can't even see the problem on my com. will pay approximately 1 dollar.

new template, same old boring content. (:

still a little raw, bugs here and there, alignment problems, shall continue to work on it. oh, and its not completely made by me. in fact, its pretty much a hackjob. i credit Thur's templates for the wonderful template which i modified from. cant remember which one though. find it yourself.

new blog template coming your way.
i felt it was about time i changed the look of the blog when people say nette's blog is nicer than mine, and the links for some graphics on the blog go down, you know its time for a revamp.

barbershop philosophy.

off with the wannabe emo hair.
sitting in the in the chair getting some weight off my head at the barber's today(or salon, or hair stylist's or whatever) the barber(or hairstylist, or whatever) happened to be teaching his student something i felt was interesting for everyone in design.

he said something along the lines of(trans from chinese, so might have some translational errors) :

"what we can do, is perfect the technique, fine tune the whole cutting
procedure. but the creativity is something we have to find for ourselves. you
can cut the hair well, but to cut it nice, is part of creativity.
and when you do, some might like it, some might not, and that's expected.
and when some people don't like it, its not your fault, it's
society's."

and so i left the barbershop (or salon, or hair stylist's or whatever) , light headed(literally), and at the same time enlightened, pondering about the meaning of life. but, shortly after, forgetting what the heck i was pondering about until tonight, because i saw something else that seemed more worthy of my attention.

LOOK AT THIS! COOOOL HUH!

ROADKILL!

this is the first time i've seen squirrel roadkill! whoooo! see the bushy tail?

daniel says life isnt about philosophy. life should be lived one step at a time, making sure you never forget to stop once in a while, and look at the roadkill, and marvel at what could happen to you if you do something wrong.

NETTE'S GOT A BLOG. GO VISIT!
[HERE]

so question me.
God be the judge.

self-righteous hypocrites.
all parents out there, please be good testimonies to your kids.

sure, you're entitled mistakes. but if you perpetually make em, and fail to admit it, and decide to shoot off at your kids, you're a failed parent. pinning the blame on the donkey isn't a game.
especially when you make your kid feel like a dysfunctiontional bastard(in the sense of the word. not meant as a vulgarity).

i was watching campus superstar today. something totally uncharacteristic of me, but it just happened that my bro was using the com, and i, severly bored outta my skull, decided plonk myself down on the couch and watch tv.

now, let me stress. i do not watch tv much, much less chinese tv, but something i DO know...

daniel says campus superstar promotes bad chinese.

i can't say my chinese is of any standard to judge, but the fact is, chinese mixed with english is not chinese. its rojak.

apparently they're theme song consists mainly of chinese mixed extensively with english, almost to the point where you can't tell if the song is in chinese , or in english.

but from my limited command of chinese, i think its still pretty safe to conclude that:
"by now, my song make you 心跳" , is bad chinese.

and it doesnt help that half of the judges speak like that too.

soon we'll have people going around in school saying stuff like.
"by now, teacher 来上课 了."

or even worse,
"my friend 已经 mati 了"

3 in one.


as if we didn't have enough of that in school now, the use of chinglish is now advocated on the telly. well done!
i remember when i was in primary 6, my chinese teacher said watching chinese telly without the subtitles helps your chinese.
apparently, the statement doesn't see, to apply anymore.

i hope i don't give up chinese tv like i gave up on english radio. ha.

but at least it the sheer stupidity of how some rojak statements sound provides some entertainment value.