We had our last BGS session on Friday by rounding up the 2nd half of the class presentations. And our usually somewhat slack prof showed us what he's made of when he attacked the statistical flaws of one of the groups' presentations. He then said that in statistics, especially when it's at our 'intro to stats' kinda level, either you forget everything from here on, or you continue and progress, because in particular for statistics, too little knowledge can be very dangerous.
Friday marked the last day of Früjch, which was accompanied by Starry Nite. EIC came down for a polished, vintage performance and Richard's band wrapped things up for the night. Pretty decent fun. But I thought the Indian band with their grunge metal music kinda stole the show, peaking with Metallica's Enter Sandman, especially when their extremely exuberant, charismatic and crazy frontman did his antics to work the crowd.
Justin and his friend Mike didn't win over any fans with their drunken displays though and had to be pulled off by some people I'd presume to be security. But they were really funny and added quite a bit of unexpected colour to the event.
Prata that night at the prata place near school, then supper again on Saturday night at Rachel's recommendation of 85 Bedok for bak chor mee. Before that, Angie and I tried to mug at the airport, but after coming up with a host of excuses not to, we ended up exploring T3. I saw this auntie carrying some flat box, so I was like, "ok cool, doughnuts." Then I saw the label and realised it read "PIE KIA". Genius.
Then we went to Simpang Bedok to catch the Arsenal vs Liverpool game, which ended 1-1 so goodbye to Arsenal's hopes of Premiership victory more or less.
Along the way, we passed by a company utility van which had the company name, SIR, on it, which had one of the stupidest slogans I've ever seen just under it: "we don't know the meaning of 'no'". Angie was like saying that we should then ask them, "so, do you know the meaning of 'no'?" Let's see what crap they'd hafta come up with.
Kok: "I'm Chang. Beer Chang." (referring to the Beer Chang Thai tshirt he's wearing)
(turns around and crashes into chair.)
Some random frisbeeing and Xboxing at Rachel's place til 1+am, then home.
Sometimes, to preserve our personal status quos, we do things differently with different people. We bite our tongues with some on issues, ideas, topics and stuff we'd otherwise spill our guts out with others.
I've been having a decent amount of sleep but somehow it just never seems enough.
Virtue is its own reward, but then so is sin.
Audio Candy:
Velvet Revolver - Set Me Free
Showing posts with label supper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label supper. Show all posts
Sunday, 6 April 2008
Friday, 21 March 2008
Double, Triple, Multiple
This picture kinda undermines the decayed state that these pair of street soccer shoes are in. There are like 2 holes per shoe and the biggest hole can fit 4 of my fingers. Decided to snap a shot because these are my tournament-winning shoes and I was gonna throw them away. And also because I'm a sentimental freak in a weird way.
I watched Mean Girls at Jacq's yesterday. Mikaela, Angie and Jacq have (obviously) watched it before, but they still enjoyed it while I caught it for the first time. Now I can say my life is more complete perhaps for having accomplished sitting through something like this. I think the Lebanese girl is quite damn kickass, and the 'bad ass' mathlete rapper is really quite funny.
Had a JC class BBQ gathering at David's pretty swanky place in Woodlands, and the turnout was mind-blowing at 10 guys and 4 girls. I'm not even being sarcastic here. Most other times no girls will bother showing up at all. But I guess I'm starting to really hate BBQs.
Rushed down to Gardens after that to meet Ursula and her friend Cheryl, who could do some pretty neat card tricks. And met a whole buncha other people along the way - Qianyi, Sahfahri, Meiting, Stanley; all at random places around Gardens - testament to a happening Good Friday night. Too bad it's quite lost on me.
It's funny. Ursula is a girl who studies in Australia whom I've never met before, though we converse every now and then online. And we were talking like we've known each other for the longest time.
Time and again, I'm convinced that I'm really defined by the game I continue to play. And each time I'm done, I know I've pulled it off once more without even needing to try, because they come back to me exactly where I left off. But there is no re-evaluating chance for something like this, considering how far I've gone. Maybe someday, it'll catch up on me and rip me to shreds, just like it might for anyone else less.
Maintaining a complicated life is a great way to avoid changing it.
Audio Candy:
Radiohead - Let Down
Sunday, 16 March 2008
Summer Days Driftin' Away, But Uh-Oh All Those Supper Nights
Dinner with Alvin, Euodia and this Thai girl from SESS also named Bow at Chomp Chomp yesterday. You could put Alvin and Euodia together in an interrogation room and grab popcorn to watch them slug it out cos it is seriously quite entertaining. Just don't end up in the cross-fire.
And a snippet of Thai trivia from Bow: 'Porn' means 'blessing' in Thai. Hence the oft-used suffix in Thai names, like Suthiporn.
In a weird ironic sense, half the fun of Chomp Chomp consists of not being able to get a seat easily. Derivatively, joy is enhanced by being able to home in on a freshly vacated seat and savouring the fruits of your hunt while others can only stand around and watch in envy. Alvin brings it up a notch by saying that to truly enjoy your dinner, you have to sweat. Okay, now that's subjective.
This was followed by supper for the 2nd night in a row. The day before's was really more haphazardly funny because our conversations were punctuated with topic and rhyming games and Irving couldn't think up rhymes for nuts.
Mikaela: Okay I start. Cushion.
Me: Fusion.
Irving: .....
(years later)
Irving: Err.
Mikaela: Okay Richard start.
Irving: No! ... . Err.
(eons later)
Me: Eh pass la.
Irving: NO!
Me: Walaueh :\
Rachel: Wah I better write down my words.
Concededly, I suck at naming political people and credit to Irving for pwning at naming wrestlers.
A diplomat is a person who can tell you to go to Hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.
Audio Candy:
Arbogast - Labrador Man
And a snippet of Thai trivia from Bow: 'Porn' means 'blessing' in Thai. Hence the oft-used suffix in Thai names, like Suthiporn.
In a weird ironic sense, half the fun of Chomp Chomp consists of not being able to get a seat easily. Derivatively, joy is enhanced by being able to home in on a freshly vacated seat and savouring the fruits of your hunt while others can only stand around and watch in envy. Alvin brings it up a notch by saying that to truly enjoy your dinner, you have to sweat. Okay, now that's subjective.
This was followed by supper for the 2nd night in a row. The day before's was really more haphazardly funny because our conversations were punctuated with topic and rhyming games and Irving couldn't think up rhymes for nuts.
Mikaela: Okay I start. Cushion.
Me: Fusion.
Irving: .....
(years later)
Irving: Err.
Mikaela: Okay Richard start.
Irving: No! ... . Err.
(eons later)
Me: Eh pass la.
Irving: NO!
Me: Walaueh :\
Rachel: Wah I better write down my words.
Concededly, I suck at naming political people and credit to Irving for pwning at naming wrestlers.
A diplomat is a person who can tell you to go to Hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.
Audio Candy:
Arbogast - Labrador Man
Thursday, 28 February 2008
Free-Wheelin'
The week is flying by with such reckless abandon that I'm really starting to worry about the work that I know I have to do but haven't done. Although it somewhat sucks that the Sentosa outing never really worked out, I've got some precious borrowed time at least. Still, it's gonna be one heck of a busy day tomorrow with meet-ups and the Lift Off party, and Saturday's full day Waikiki event as well.
And Jethro dropped what could've been a major bombshell when he told me about the AS individual assignment (20%!) due on Monday which I hadn't an inkling of a clue about. Would've been seriously disastrous if I'd found out on Monday itself.
Kinda went for my first night spin on Tuesday when Timsum, Richard, Rachel, Mikaela and I went for supper (Yinyin left earlier) and Rachel lent the car for a ride. From RK, we eventually ended up at Ang Mo Kio's al fresco McDonald's and played a variant of daidee called 'asshole', which was pretty interesting; something like daidee with a ranking system (king, queen, commoner, prostitute and asshole - 5 players), which made me think of social class divisions and how it was both a vicious cycle of either affluence or poverty and yet, by playing your cards right even if fate deals you with a shite hand, with a little cunning and resolve, you can still break the cycle. It was so engaging that we kinda had to reluctantly force ourselves to leave at 3am.
Just came home from my 2nd straight day of capoeira, and my 4th since last Saturday; fuckin' intense shit - my muscles, joints and feet soles are getting seriously busted - but it's damn fun now that things are gelling up.
And I've learnt how to do the S-dobrado, which is - allow the childish poseur exuberance for a bit - that damn cool kick that you'd see parkour and free-runner people do.
S-dobrado: A sweeping leg motion that can lead into any number of different kicks. Usually its used to go into a macaco.
(Definition and image from Chimp's)
I'd have beaten myself up if I watched Meet the Spartans at the theatres. It's a funny show but for 65mins worth of really stupid bullshit toilet humour, I'd rather strangle myself and get a semi-high than pay $7 or whatever rate it is they're charging now to see it at the cinema. Thank goodness for movies online.
My karma ran over your dogma.
Audio Candy:
Paramore - Born For This
And Jethro dropped what could've been a major bombshell when he told me about the AS individual assignment (20%!) due on Monday which I hadn't an inkling of a clue about. Would've been seriously disastrous if I'd found out on Monday itself.
Kinda went for my first night spin on Tuesday when Timsum, Richard, Rachel, Mikaela and I went for supper (Yinyin left earlier) and Rachel lent the car for a ride. From RK, we eventually ended up at Ang Mo Kio's al fresco McDonald's and played a variant of daidee called 'asshole', which was pretty interesting; something like daidee with a ranking system (king, queen, commoner, prostitute and asshole - 5 players), which made me think of social class divisions and how it was both a vicious cycle of either affluence or poverty and yet, by playing your cards right even if fate deals you with a shite hand, with a little cunning and resolve, you can still break the cycle. It was so engaging that we kinda had to reluctantly force ourselves to leave at 3am.
Just came home from my 2nd straight day of capoeira, and my 4th since last Saturday; fuckin' intense shit - my muscles, joints and feet soles are getting seriously busted - but it's damn fun now that things are gelling up.
And I've learnt how to do the S-dobrado, which is - allow the childish poseur exuberance for a bit - that damn cool kick that you'd see parkour and free-runner people do.
S-dobrado: A sweeping leg motion that can lead into any number of different kicks. Usually its used to go into a macaco.
(Definition and image from Chimp's)
I'd have beaten myself up if I watched Meet the Spartans at the theatres. It's a funny show but for 65mins worth of really stupid bullshit toilet humour, I'd rather strangle myself and get a semi-high than pay $7 or whatever rate it is they're charging now to see it at the cinema. Thank goodness for movies online.
My karma ran over your dogma.
Audio Candy:
Paramore - Born For This
Saturday, 9 February 2008
RK Eating House
Was doing a random search on RK Eating House when I stumbled upon ieatishootipost's review of RK's prata. I thought he was being very kind on their standards. You can view it here.
Because of the close-to-heart nature of the discussion I decided to post a reply.
Amusingly, people started digressing towards (what else? WHAT ELSE??) the RK no pork video and some of the comments remind me that in spite of Singapore's small size, we don't really know a lot about what's going on around, and so there are still a lot of people who go, "wtf? So RK really exists??"
I think the video (its actually not really even a video) is really a hoax.
Anyway, personally I've always felt that the standard of food and service there has been in decline since it first appeared about 4 years back, if I'm not wrong. The food and drinks served are rather inconsistent and sometimes it can be rather substandard. And back then, RK still aired soccer matches.
An additional piece of trivia that might interest you: There are other RK Eating House branches; one in Bishan and one in Hougang. But both pale in comparison when it comes to popularity (or infamy if you'd like) to their big brother in Serangoon Gardens.
What's the difference between beer nuts and deer nuts? Beer nuts are $1.50 and deer nuts are under a buck.
Today's Listenables:
Fall Out Boy - Don't You Know Who I Think I Am
Because of the close-to-heart nature of the discussion I decided to post a reply.
Amusingly, people started digressing towards (what else? WHAT ELSE??) the RK no pork video and some of the comments remind me that in spite of Singapore's small size, we don't really know a lot about what's going on around, and so there are still a lot of people who go, "wtf? So RK really exists??"
I think the video (its actually not really even a video) is really a hoax.
Anyway, personally I've always felt that the standard of food and service there has been in decline since it first appeared about 4 years back, if I'm not wrong. The food and drinks served are rather inconsistent and sometimes it can be rather substandard. And back then, RK still aired soccer matches.
An additional piece of trivia that might interest you: There are other RK Eating House branches; one in Bishan and one in Hougang. But both pale in comparison when it comes to popularity (or infamy if you'd like) to their big brother in Serangoon Gardens.
What's the difference between beer nuts and deer nuts? Beer nuts are $1.50 and deer nuts are under a buck.
Today's Listenables:
Fall Out Boy - Don't You Know Who I Think I Am
Friday, 8 February 2008
That Gaudy-Red Festival
It's gaudy-red time again!
Kickstarted CNY eve yesterday by helping out in the spring cleaning effort, but soon my dad's anal-ness made me go out earlier than I'd wanted to. With nowhere in mind, I aimlessly took 147 towards school and then met up Mikaela, the only familiar living soul I could encounter within the deserted premises.
It was like a ghost town with all the shops closed, so we headed down to Long John Silver's at Plaza Singapura for some bites and talked for a bit to while the time away.
I was told to be at Tanjong Pagar MRT by 6pm so when it was about 15mins to five I started embarking on a hike towards Tanjong Pagar from Dhoby Ghaut. Past the majestic Supreme Court edifice at City Hall and the tranquil river dividing Raffles Place from Boat Quay, I suddenly started losing my way and was determinedly trying to find directions from the Raffles Place MRT map when my mom SMSed to say that rendezvous has been delayed til 8pm; what a bummer.
So in all randomness, I took a train back to town and eventually went to Borders and read bits and pieces here and there from at least 10 good books ranging from Tony Blair's biography to consciousness philosophy to space-time-universe theory, reminding myself that bookstores are undoubtedly the best places to be to kill some time. Then I headed down for dinner proper.
Been sleeping way too little to be sociable (on top of being already naturally unsociable towards my relatives), so reunion dinner was yet another somewhat awkward affair with an annual dose of really bad food. We perhaps all know what constitutes to a satisfactory serving of food for me, so sharing dishes with that stipulated amount per table really doesn't cut it for me. And not forgetting that I hate mushrooms, sea cucumber, brinjal, etc etc. Someone remind me why this is supposed to be fantastic, because in my case neither 'reunion' nor 'dinner' went well.
Justin, my 25 year-old cousin, is what I'd really call the darling son in the family. He never fails to be the life of the party and it's not that he's an attention-seeking person or the things he says aren't funny or witty. The uncles all love to banter with him and that includes my dad too. I've always wondered what the outcome would be if Justin was his son. My dad and I can ever hardly talk, and it felt as if the both of them exchanged more words between them in those 2hrs than my dad and I had ever done in my lifetime so far.
That preceded the usual neighbourhood temple visit which I absolutely dread, because amongst other more obvious religious reasons, my eyes are extremely sensitive to the smoke. Yet another late night and early morning next, and a truckload of visiting which I effectively space out to deal with.
I'll skip the usual gripes I'd whine about. One of the interesting things I've noticed is that conversations, however few and awkward, are starting to gravitate towards the degree/girlfriend/job/studies side. It's the only thing I can seem to sustain a conversation about, and I'm always musing in the background of my mind while I conversate, "here we go again."
What made CNY day 1 a little more interesting was the visit to my nanny's when I was between 3-6 years old, whom I used to call Auntie Mama. Some fleeting memories returned, such as the porch and the long and narrow living room that made you sit really close to the TV. And since it had been almost 20 years since they last saw me (I never visited), I was given celebrity-status attention as they endlessly exclaimed, once past the shock, that I was unrecognisable/so tall/so dark/etc.
There was this guy, Freddie, who's the husband of this lady, Jane, who is my nanny's daughter and he's a managing director. So there was plenty of allusion towards that job standard (complete with 2 maids and a Merc) because he is now the man apparently. More job comparisons, more getting told that I've gotta achieve that kinda career level or better it.
When Kenny's dad (I prefer to refer to uncles this way) found out about my breakup and that it was due to religious issues, he went on this Buddhism preaching barrage and all that jazz about karma and got so excited and carried away that when Kenny tried to interrupt him to ask about something (important, I'd actually reckon), he just sharply snapped, "Shut up la! People talking!" and continued going on and on. Geez. But it was extremely amusing when it happened.
Went over to my mom's side of the family for more visits, and I guess the only stuff that were worth mentioning were the beer and my conversation with Suihar because it finally didn't feel like an obligatory chat.
Went to RK to supposedly celebrate Yap's birthday but the scrimpish prick was too stingy to give a treat. So ends day 1, and I doubt day 2 or another subsequent day for that matter will mean much to me. Even the red packets don't anymore - with the money, my dad'll just take a month off giving me allowance anyway so it'll sum up to be essentially the same. Sometimes I feel bad for them having to give out red packets (which is ridiculous I'll admit cos it's probably been already budgeted in their financial plans) so I did offer to give them my red packets so that they can give them out. 'Cos in all honesty, everything just eventually comes full circle in terms of such financial economics anyway (i.e. zero-sum game) and I don't quite need the guise of red-packet-giving to give me a false sense of happiness in that respect.
Haha okay sorry for being such a cynical prick but I've also gotta add that I didn't shop for anything at all this CNY, and my mom was really starting to worry that I'd end up wearing a pair of old 2nd-hand jeans that uncle William gave me (which isn't auspicious since it doesn't reflect on our propensity for wealth) so she ended up buying a striped red polo tee for me. I don't quite know the figures, but that definitely brings my tally of clothing owned but not bought by me to an all time high. I can't quite recall the last time I shopped, or even wanted to shop, for that matter.
I believe we should all pay our tax bill with a smile. I tried — but they wanted cash.
Today's Listenables:
Finger Eleven - Drag You Down
Kickstarted CNY eve yesterday by helping out in the spring cleaning effort, but soon my dad's anal-ness made me go out earlier than I'd wanted to. With nowhere in mind, I aimlessly took 147 towards school and then met up Mikaela, the only familiar living soul I could encounter within the deserted premises.
It was like a ghost town with all the shops closed, so we headed down to Long John Silver's at Plaza Singapura for some bites and talked for a bit to while the time away.
I was told to be at Tanjong Pagar MRT by 6pm so when it was about 15mins to five I started embarking on a hike towards Tanjong Pagar from Dhoby Ghaut. Past the majestic Supreme Court edifice at City Hall and the tranquil river dividing Raffles Place from Boat Quay, I suddenly started losing my way and was determinedly trying to find directions from the Raffles Place MRT map when my mom SMSed to say that rendezvous has been delayed til 8pm; what a bummer.
So in all randomness, I took a train back to town and eventually went to Borders and read bits and pieces here and there from at least 10 good books ranging from Tony Blair's biography to consciousness philosophy to space-time-universe theory, reminding myself that bookstores are undoubtedly the best places to be to kill some time. Then I headed down for dinner proper.
Been sleeping way too little to be sociable (on top of being already naturally unsociable towards my relatives), so reunion dinner was yet another somewhat awkward affair with an annual dose of really bad food. We perhaps all know what constitutes to a satisfactory serving of food for me, so sharing dishes with that stipulated amount per table really doesn't cut it for me. And not forgetting that I hate mushrooms, sea cucumber, brinjal, etc etc. Someone remind me why this is supposed to be fantastic, because in my case neither 'reunion' nor 'dinner' went well.
Justin, my 25 year-old cousin, is what I'd really call the darling son in the family. He never fails to be the life of the party and it's not that he's an attention-seeking person or the things he says aren't funny or witty. The uncles all love to banter with him and that includes my dad too. I've always wondered what the outcome would be if Justin was his son. My dad and I can ever hardly talk, and it felt as if the both of them exchanged more words between them in those 2hrs than my dad and I had ever done in my lifetime so far.
That preceded the usual neighbourhood temple visit which I absolutely dread, because amongst other more obvious religious reasons, my eyes are extremely sensitive to the smoke. Yet another late night and early morning next, and a truckload of visiting which I effectively space out to deal with.
I'll skip the usual gripes I'd whine about. One of the interesting things I've noticed is that conversations, however few and awkward, are starting to gravitate towards the degree/girlfriend/job/studies side. It's the only thing I can seem to sustain a conversation about, and I'm always musing in the background of my mind while I conversate, "here we go again."
What made CNY day 1 a little more interesting was the visit to my nanny's when I was between 3-6 years old, whom I used to call Auntie Mama. Some fleeting memories returned, such as the porch and the long and narrow living room that made you sit really close to the TV. And since it had been almost 20 years since they last saw me (I never visited), I was given celebrity-status attention as they endlessly exclaimed, once past the shock, that I was unrecognisable/so tall/so dark/etc.
There was this guy, Freddie, who's the husband of this lady, Jane, who is my nanny's daughter and he's a managing director. So there was plenty of allusion towards that job standard (complete with 2 maids and a Merc) because he is now the man apparently. More job comparisons, more getting told that I've gotta achieve that kinda career level or better it.
When Kenny's dad (I prefer to refer to uncles this way) found out about my breakup and that it was due to religious issues, he went on this Buddhism preaching barrage and all that jazz about karma and got so excited and carried away that when Kenny tried to interrupt him to ask about something (important, I'd actually reckon), he just sharply snapped, "Shut up la! People talking!" and continued going on and on. Geez. But it was extremely amusing when it happened.
Went over to my mom's side of the family for more visits, and I guess the only stuff that were worth mentioning were the beer and my conversation with Suihar because it finally didn't feel like an obligatory chat.
Went to RK to supposedly celebrate Yap's birthday but the scrimpish prick was too stingy to give a treat. So ends day 1, and I doubt day 2 or another subsequent day for that matter will mean much to me. Even the red packets don't anymore - with the money, my dad'll just take a month off giving me allowance anyway so it'll sum up to be essentially the same. Sometimes I feel bad for them having to give out red packets (which is ridiculous I'll admit cos it's probably been already budgeted in their financial plans) so I did offer to give them my red packets so that they can give them out. 'Cos in all honesty, everything just eventually comes full circle in terms of such financial economics anyway (i.e. zero-sum game) and I don't quite need the guise of red-packet-giving to give me a false sense of happiness in that respect.
Haha okay sorry for being such a cynical prick but I've also gotta add that I didn't shop for anything at all this CNY, and my mom was really starting to worry that I'd end up wearing a pair of old 2nd-hand jeans that uncle William gave me (which isn't auspicious since it doesn't reflect on our propensity for wealth) so she ended up buying a striped red polo tee for me. I don't quite know the figures, but that definitely brings my tally of clothing owned but not bought by me to an all time high. I can't quite recall the last time I shopped, or even wanted to shop, for that matter.
I believe we should all pay our tax bill with a smile. I tried — but they wanted cash.
Today's Listenables:
Finger Eleven - Drag You Down
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