nai's rhetoric

whatever he can do, i can do better.
because, NAI > WILLIAM.
0WN3D n00b!!!!!!!!



讨厌!!!!!!!!!!

oh nai, le monsieur le disgusting !! (ce personne est degolase)





oh!! THE HORROR THE HORROR!!

Pure Nerd
69 % Nerd, 43% Geek, 13% Dork
For The Record:

A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd.

The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up all of the traits and tendences associated with the "dork." No-longer. Being smart isn't as socially crippling as it once was, and even more so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.

Congratulations!

beat that.

the jounrney: tube ride to hatton cross which is basically at heathrow airport and a good 43 min tube ride away. transfer to coach pickup which was supposed to come from birmingham but came from plymouth instead. coach coach coached all the way to dover. insert traffic jam. dover transfer to ferry. drifted for 1 half hours. continue coaching coaching coaching down to lyon where we got stuck in a jam because of a horrific accident on the motorway. i tell you, accident in ang moh country different from accident from singapore one. the 2 cars were basically smashed to shit and one of the cars were balancing on the railing which was about half a metre from a vertical drop to the valley down below. needless to say, super jam. so coach coach coach until this small little town called Bourg Saint Maurice. Transfer to a service bus which took us up the mountain another 45 min ride. All the while i was gushing like a fucking tourist an idiot as we approached the snow capped mountain. en route, we saw this huge dam with a have frozen lake beside it. really cool. so the fuckin french coach driver drops us at the wrong place and we had to hike it all the way to our little chalet apartment.


the view from outside

total time eclipsed: 22 hours.
time taken for rowan and chris to get there in another coach: about 15 hours
can anyone say deep vein thrombosis?

nevertheless i was pysched. small time boy from singapore finally seeing some proper snow. and if you've been day dreaming about snowboarding as long as i have. its like waking up to find sucking on your ****. but i digress.

day1: rowan volunteered to give me and chris some lessons. he's the IC of all the clubs and societies at my university and hes also been snowboarding for 9 years. free tuition! the night before he asked if i was going to take lessons. to which i replied: nah, i wakeboard in singapore and i'll try to wing it. he practically laughed his head off. i can see why.
SNOWBOARD DOES NOT EQUAL LESS THAN TO WAKEBOARD. The mechanics is just totally different. no fins, no flat smooth water, no skiiers zig zagging all over the fucking place, no boat man for you to shout: oi too fast cheebye!!!. its just you yourself, your heavy board and the slope. think newtons law of gravitation.
once the basic teaching is done, it pretty comes down to this: balls. do you have the balls to do it or not. some might dispute the reason why our chinese girls go after ang moh guys is because they have a bigger dick and bigger balls. (if they are living and working in singapore, they are also most likely to be expats which will almost certainly have a bigger wallet. that one i suck thumb lan lan pcc) so, after approximately 3 hours of abusing my body it clicked. everything just clicked.
you see, the whole motion of snowboarding is counter intuitive. in order for you to crave the snow swee swee, that is to move from side to side in a graceful manner down the slope, you have to lean your weight over your front foot. but every orifice of your body will be going: NAI WTF ARE YOU DOING? YOU WANT TO DIE ISSIT????? its the most natural body mental reflex reaction. however in order to move, you have to do that. its kinda like dropping down from a vert for your guys who skate or do inline. so fuck it, i threw my weight over the top and took it from there. and lo and behold, insert singapore's newest snowboarder. fuck man i was tearing up the place, throw my weight in front, that takes you down the slope, going too fast, swing your back leg to pivot the direction you are going thus slowing down, rinse and repeat.
before long, i was going down intermediate runs like this



it was good fun, i felt so pro. ahh.. on to the previous subject of angmoh men having dua lan pa. so like chris yah, real nice funny guy whom i got along really well was having trouble with his bindings, his boards and perhaps his confidence to let go and go all out. so by the end of the week he was still having trouble going down novice runs whereas yours truly was zipping down the advanced ones. so dua lan pa? i think not.
-nai dances the funky chicken-

here's a picture of where we had our $S 24 dollar spaghetti's and lasagnas and our $S 6 330ml cokes.



one of things i was really looking forward to was smoking on the mountain. which i duly did. and on the chairlifts which i did. alot. was sitting on my friend snowboard having a fag. ahh. im so cool. lol




alot of funny things happened, i dont got all the pictures, will blog about them when the rest gets back from their easter holiday and we do a photoshare.

im a happy man =)
now for the small matter of my examinations which commence in 2 weeks which i also happen to be quite ill prepared for. ho ho ho.

Nai at 2771 m on the French Alps :)

"Traders' Call to Arms"

Our apparent greed mocked by the media;
Our insatiable need condemned by professors,
Who condemn materiality, lest their
Discussions of Foucault affect nothing.
Until you are part of a trading floor
You will not understand the excitement of
Real-time screens, of offers to buy that
Bid up dealers' prices around the globe
Instantaneously, uniting buyers and
Sellers in an enterprise that promotes
Enterprise. 3,000 dead by terrorists.
I'm short on Afghanistan, long on bonds.
Liberty is specious without a sound
And active economy. Position yourselves.

--Eugene Schlanger (in memory of Constantine Economos, 104th Floor, 2 WTC)

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

by W. B. Yeats

oh my god i had such a good night. finally done with all the course works and even though i must admit i didnt really out in 100% effort for my quantitative methods (i didnt even rule the coursework requirements until i submitted it only to realise i had to include the workings for my excel spreadsheet. but i mean fuck, i've listed all my constrains down in the workings it should be a problem unless my tutor suspects i ripped some other guys work than im fucked.) and my economics coursework on the GDP of Singapore. we basically concluded that instead of one time fiscal stimulations for the poor and needy in Singapore, more could be done in the re-distribution of wealth and we basically recommended implementing a minimum wage labour law. such one time pay offs are such a farce, espacially on the eve of the election. so like david went back to sweden, nick went back to czech, karl went back to sweden, robin left today, the only people left were me fredrik and juan. so we went to this wicked vietnamese restuarent down at shoreditch off kingsland road to have some pho which was excellent as usual. and fredrik was saying back in sweden you can never find a place like that. the multi-cultural atmosphere all packed into this eatery where no one judges you and you dont judge anyone. its something that have never experienced before. but for as much difference between singapore and sweden, its surprising similiar in so many regards. we have a huge middle class population that is basically content to stay in their comfort zone and there is absolutely no incentive for them to break out of the comfort zone to stake it out. which why there are so little entrepreneurs in both our countries. you might be thinking hey sweden has so many big companies like ikea, h&m and the makers of tetra packs where you drink your chrysthenam tea out of those cupboard like boxes ( yeah this company basically makes all the tetra packs in the world) but the thing about these companies is that they have been around for decades and have establised themselves way back when the country was still developing ya? i mean look at singapore, the only famous entrepreneur that i can think of is sim wong ho. i cant name anyone else. its uncanny the similarities.
anyway half way through, juan had to split and join his friends at this gay bar which is weird because debbie called me like at 10 and asked if i wanted to join her at this gay party as well. wtf? is friday the universal gay night or something? no that i have anything against gays, in fact i love them to bits. honestly, if you're reading this you know im refering to you and mate, you're one of my best friends and we must have more talks like we did in future.it was so good meeting you after so long.
anyways, so me and fredrik downed a bottle of wine which i must confess i only had max 1 glass (i still cant drink ofr nuts guys so please go easy when im back) of red wine. so after that we hit a local pub and it suddenly occurred to me that you could never find such a pub like setting in singapore. wooden chairs and tables with carpeted floors. everything was so english. you could just find a table and have a drink with your mates all night long and this is how so many people spend their nights. the singapore equivalent would to be heading down to starbucks or coffebean to have some coffee and chill under the sun. never alcohol because the 'pubs' in singapore are all realy disco pubs with loud music and many smokers. i think if someone were to bring this english pub setting back to singapore it would be such such such a fucking blast. guaranteed to make money or your money back plus chop.
anyway, we had a single malt Laphroaig, smokey whisky. omg you guys absolutely have to taste this shit. this is DA SHIT. it goes soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo well with a cigarette. it literally evaporates in your tongue and it goes down so smooth and it burns at the same time. i had like 3 spasms drinking that shit and all of a sudden, london wasnt as cold as it was. this is the shit guys. aster, we must have a Laphroaig together when im back, i guarantee you will love it. so we sat around all night talking and it was good. i finally had a 1 on 1 conversation with fredrik after so much time. due to our timetables i was always closer to david (californiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa here we come!!!!) but fred's such a cool guy as well. he was just commenting how out of this world it is to have one guy from singapore and him from sweden to have such common goals and determination and focus and passion about the same topic. it blows my mind as well. i guess this is one of the major perks of being in london. its a bit surreal sometimes. suddenly i have friends from all over the world. im seeing learning feeling sensing things that i otherwise would have never experienced if i were to remain in singapore. its such an attack on the sense. just taking the tube from place to place you hear people speaking in french, spanish, cantonese, mandarin, all kinds of fucking language. you see all these victorian architecture all over the place. and down at oxford street (the orchard road equivalent) apple has this MASSIVE store. it is sooooo wicked. victorian style exterior and suddenly hanging from one of the huge windows is this apple logo. globalisation with old age culture. its just amazing. anyways im gonna watch some apprentice and go to bed. my head is shot to bits with all the alcohol ive consumed.
gosh i love london.