nai's rhetoric

I am the man who broke down on the night of my departure. It was also the first time I ever broke down in front of any guy. Overwhelmed by emotions and the sudden lost of feeling, it rushed me like a 15-stone linebacker hard in my face. You gave me the most precious gift I have ever received in my life. A heirloom in your words. Remember what I said that night, it watches over me now but it will watch over your son in the future. Thanks for everything buddy, I'll expect to see a S15 pull up when I come home next year. You will definitely be my best man at my wedding(together with the bugger below). Better start working on your public speaking :)

You are the man who called me up 4 years ago in 2 in the bloody morning to ask if you could come over. We went to the nearby church and you got pissed drunk. We never looked back since. Such a contrast of characters, you and I. Its quite funny, you're almost right about girls not liking you would like me. We've been through some pretty shit times and I am glad that I could always call you anytime to bitch (women) and anything. A loyal friend almost to a fault, I hope you find your peace in the days to come.

You are the girl I first knew in college. Funky, attractive and highly intelligent, it wasn't difficult to like you as a person. Even though we didn't hang out too much, we could always pick up where we left off. Thanks for coming down that night too and seeing me reduced to a baby. I hope you succeed in marrying a rich husband cos girl, you're fucking high maintenence man. ;)

You are the girl whom I spend many hours doing projects together and mulling over the phone before. I've seen you change 3 boyfriends and I'm really happy that you found a really great guy that you are dating now, albeit longdistance. I'll see you again for sure in the future. Don't ever find yourself feeling inferior. If you do, just refer to the Ode I'd written for you in the birthday card I sent over.

You guys are the best friends I made in the army. I thought you guys were gay besides muddy the womaniser, but in time to come I got to know you each individually as a person, as a man. Laughter is never far from our bunk and so are indie pop tunes crooning from the guitars. I'm sad that even though I've known you guys for only a year I feel I've almost known you all my life. Such bondage (hic) is hard to break. A dreamer, a musician and a charity worker(remember what I said about coming back and making you rich bro) We certainly will meet again for a few drinks and a few fags at Mr. Beans.

You are the man who has matured a lot over the years from when I first met you.
We actually share a lot of common interest as melanchony runs through our veins. We'll do our catching up by the streetwalks in a cafe sipping our lattes and smoking our cigarettes.

I am the man who is blessed to have these people as my friends, brothers and sisters.

Joining the meme as inspired by MercerMachines post of who we are

Part 1

I am the toddler that grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth; that I could get everything and anything I wanted with a wail or a cry.

I am the child who only abused that power once; for a table tennis bat.

I am the child whos nintendo set got thrown down the 25th story of my friends house.

I am the child who still finds it hard to forgive that person.

You are the girl I had my very first crush on.

I am that boy whose mom caned the shit out of for forging her signature in a chinese spelling test.

I am the boy who resented my father as the cause of the breakdown in marriage.

I am the man who has since come to terms with that and enjoys a good relation with my father.

I am the boy that was sad when I found out you were leaving for Italy. I relished every letter you wrote and would secretly close the door and open the envelope in much heightened anticipation.

I am the boy who scored 4A's in the PSLE but only achieved a score of 220.

You are the girl whom I went to macdonalds with after waiting for you to finish your choir class ONLY TO FIND that I only had 50 cents in my pocket and couldnt buy you a drink.

You are the girl who fished a $50 dollar note in response to my 50 cents.

I was the boy who got 7 points for prelims but ended up getting 16 points for my 'o's.

You are the girl who fell sad at having gotten 16 points as well but couldnt quite bring yourself to sulk seeing my pathetic plight.

I am the boy who went into depression after that.

You are the girl who first messaged me on IRC. Who loved me more than I loved you back. But in time I grew to love as much as well. I tolerated your idiosyncratic behaviour and listened to your whines. You found a way past my melanchony (hugs and chirpy hellos) . We shared intimate moments under the cover of darkness and in the wildest places.

You were also there for me in my darkest days in the army. For that I can never thank you enough.

I am the man who woke up late for your birthday having reach home at 6-7 am in the morning due to a prolonged live firing range. You sulked the whole day. I could never understand why.

You are the girl whos birthday I messed up. Crashed into another car thinking of how to apologise to you but couldnt be a bigger person when you had that splitting headache and couldnt be asked to talk much. I never felt so low.

You are the girl who had to go, and I was the boy that was left behind.

we were walking about at river thames yeah and we came across this firefighters memorial. it had flowers placed around it. figured must have been the anniversary or smth.
i picked up one of the letters and it was one of the most moving set of prose ive read in a long time.
i cant quite rememeber how it went but the last line ended like this:

" we will weep these tears of sorrow
until we meet again tomorrow"

poignant shite man.

somethings i've learnt in the past 1 week

1) i've learnt to resist the temptation to walk into a lanshop to check my mail (which no one ever mails me) out of sheer habit and instead wait patiently for my student id. to be set up and get my broadband in my dorm.
2) the british equivilant of bochap or no is eloquently spoken as " I just can't be asked..."
3) that asian people are different from chinese and other SE countries
4) british bureaucracy is so good that even when they are wrong, they make it look as if they're right and you're not. tough.
5) the most drinkable beer i have tasted to date; which incidentally overtakes hoegaarden as no.1 on my list is cider (strongbow). apple fruity taste. no sucky beer after taste too.
6) i have given out 5 fags so far in my short stay in london
7) that having math tests on your first day of school is a normal. (log, quadratic equations, matrices, yes yes its all coming back to me now...)
8) books are cheaper here at the open markets than in 2nd bookstores in singapore.

yeah i just moved on to my halls of residence. its been like 4 days now? made quite a few friends, most of which i suspect are going to be hi-bye friends except for a few funny intellectual people. went to a pub last night where most of the freshers went and seriously, its not as fun as it is back home. (well maybe not yet) my idea of a good night out has always been based on 2 premise: good music and good company. like in the clubs all the indians tend to hang out together, all the chinese seem to drink together (except for the odd exception of people like myself. i was the only asian chinese at our table) and all the white folks seem to be getting their groove on with one another. conicidence? i think not...
so far my closest friends here are a venezuelian, slovenian and a british born kosovian.
how about chyes or chicks you ask?
there is also this portugese chick living on my floor but she seems kinda shy... hmm and i see this mixed blood japanese/chinese looking girl (very spunky looking girl with braided hair) i see around too.. but seriously, i am now more sure than ever that the girls i really want to date cant be found in clubs. traditional? perhaps. am i generalizing here? yes i am. can intelligent cute girls still dress sluttily and go clubbing with their girlfriends and still have a hell of a time? yes they can. but you know what i mean right?

and oh btw, i think my liqour-threshold-vomit rating is slowly improving now :P

school starts next week and im hella looking forward to it. its been way too long...

p/s i've uploaded some new pictures on my flickr. do check it out people.

its been raining periodically for the past 2 hours. (its 1045 am atm) making my little adventure to chinatown kinda hard cos i intend to trek there and skip any addition expenses on public transport. basically been hanging out with my brother the past couple of days. walking to his campus (london school of economics) taking a shower cos the one at this apartment is currently going through some tiling work. some internet surfing and then *BAM* LUNCH! once i get my dedicated internet line i'll post the pictures up but basically what i had for the past 2 lunches consisted of the following: ham, sausage, beef pate with grilled onions on top, french fries, baked beans, sunny side up egg and a coffee. holy shite fucking sinful oily grilled food but for some reason tasted really good. all finished off with a fag of course. went to watch my first manchester united game in north london in a pub called The Lord Wolseley; which was a 5 mins walk from our apartments. my half pint of stella stayed mostly untouched whilst my brothers full pint of cider was 95% finished by the end of the match. he turned red like a sun kissed lobster in the carribean. anyways, we played a very uninspired game and it ended 0-0.
well, i'll be moving into my halls on the 18th. looking forward to unpacking and getting a routine up and going. registration for my course starts on the 21st of the month and right now im waiting for hsbc to process my damn application so i can use my bank account to get a proper mobile line that wont charge my 49p for a global text message (thats $1.50 folks).
visited my campus and saw this asian chick man..... but thats not the main point, visited my campus, like what i saw and seriously, im quite psyched about being a student again. new friends new people to meet new experiences... yeah... the rain has stopped... gonna check out china town and maybe pop down to picadilly circus later. regret not bringing my skates..
pictures to come soon fellas.

p.s i am tempted to buy a pack of berkeleys (recommended by a friend) but im staring at my 2 cartons of davidoff and thinking.... fuck..........

on a more sombre note, take-care william! his grandad passed away recently at a ripe old age of 88 peacefully and dignified in his sleep.

so fucking unreal man.. walking down these victorian houses bubbling with life. its alike a mini holland village at every turn nook and cranny. weather is great, nice and cool with the sun smiling down. reminds a little of the time i was in taiwan but this time with more angmohs then tung langs. lol. anyways, thanks - william, yang and wanxin(she was really there to receive her bf so i count it as half) for coming down and sending me off. i later found out that william, mr. manly, broke down after i left! OMG! i missed that moment!!
this must be the first time he has split tears over a GUY. ME!! OMG HES GAY!! lol. but seriously, its friends like u guys that really made it hard for me to enjoy my last weeks because i know i'll be leaving u guys behind to fornicate behind me back. heh.
anyways, this is just a headsup to let u guys know im good. i probably wont be getting my line till the end of this week but once i do i'll let u guys know ya? TAKECARE PEOPLE. will miss ur company :(

my granddad was 77 when he passed away from a stroke. correction, he didnt pass away from the stroke but the stroke got him suddenly and he fell and hit his head against the side of the table and died from brain hemorrhage. it took a couple of days before his body was discovered cos at that point of time my grandma was in the states visiting my auntie. so when his neighbours didnt see him around for a few days, they called the civil defence and broke down the door. this was 7 years ago.
today, i went to visit him for the last time before i leave and for the first time in all these years, i broke down. i just thought about everything in the past, my grandad, my friends, family and stuff. i guess the enormity of the fact that im really leaving singapore sunk in on me.
he taught me to play chinese chess when i was young and i would insist on using the red pieces to go first thinking i had the initiative. whereas later on in life i found out that going second is also good because it allows you to react to your opponents move.
therefore i thought it would be kinda fitting if i left a black 'jiang' on the alter (is it called an alter?) as rememberance. it was the same marble chess set he gave me when i was young.
gong gong, if somehow u can read this just know that while the family misses your jovial magmanious presence, we hope you are in a better place where you can play chess all day long and karaoke the night away. rest assured that that 'tong' blood still flows strong and from wherever you are, we will do you proud.

Nai
- drives his dad's toyata +20
- has his own room -5
- speaks english well and chinese awlfully -10
- dresses in topman and stussy +20
- smokes marlboro menthol +10
- sports 1 ear stud +5
- engages in sports which comprises of almost everything except sex (at the moment) +15
- listens to coldplay and indie rock +20
- average b student +20
- has flat abs with a nice tan +15
- writes poems for fun +20
- reads economist +20

total points: 150

William
- rides his own cbr +15
- has his own apartment +20
- speaks chinese well and english awlfully -10
- dresses in hang10 and giordano - 15
- smokes marlboro red +15
- has 3 tattoos and 2 ear holes +50
- only sport he engages in is sex (sport fuck) +30
- listens to wubai and beyond +10
- average c student +5
- has 'pai zhan qi' abs and guniang white skin -20
- drinks for fun +10
- reads the daily porn -20

total points: 90

Winner: NAI

Looks like the smooth talking poem sprouting nai has edged out the chain smoking tough looking william from taiwan. be sure to follow this thread for Williams version of the story.

nyuk nyuk nyuk.

i remember sometime in march in the midst of my fatigue and ultra gao wei-ness outfield i thought this: 4 more months to july, 5 more to august. once august comes im home free. and so the months went by. some faster, some slower. so here i am now. WAH LAU EH 6 MORE DAYS TO OPERATION NO MORE HAWKER FOOD. ok, ive been in a perpetually depressive mood for the last 1 month or so, no thanks to some intervention from the finer species but FINALLY things are actually starting to look up. Packed like 1/3 of my luggage today and will just called saying he has some uber cool sweat pants for me to help corner the market at london. so so so im pysched. im Pysched. IM PYSCHED.
the drinks i had yesterday at o bar actually helped. i think i know what my problem is. its not i cant drink, its just i cant drink beer. too gaseous, tastes like piss, makes u burp. i dont understand why so many people drink it. now liqour thats a different matter. i think i was good for another shot last night but i didnt dare risk it (driving). so all in all, what i had for the entire course of the night.

williams place
3 gulps of chivas water
hebe's slime all over my mouth

o bar
many sips of screwdrivers
1 shooter (yay)

home
3/4 glass of snapple

needless to say, im going to die in london.
wait out for puked stained nai sprawled over the streets of london in the coming weeks!