nai's rhetoric

and from the ashes

2006-11-19T04:39:00.000+08:00

the phoenix shall rise again.

i'm back. only because its saturday and there's no one at home and im still in my midst of procrastination.

and to start things off, we have mr orwell (of the animal farm fame) in today with us.

here weeee go:

A scrupulous writer, in every sentence that he writes, will ask himself at least four questions, thus:

What am I trying to say?
What words will express it?
What image or idiom will make it clearer?
Is this image fresh enough to have an effect?

And he will probably ask himself two more:

Could I put it more shortly?
Have I said anything that is avoidably ugly?

One can often be in doubt about the effect of a word or a phrase, and one needs rules that one can rely on when instinct fails. I think the following rules will cover most cases:

Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.
Never use a long word where a short one will do.
If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.
Never use the passive where you can use the active.
Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.
Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.

closing time

2006-08-07T01:17:00.000+08:00

when i first started this blog, it was supposed to be a time killer whilst doing my duties in the army. but one thing was certain; i had no intention of becoming another one of the faceless quadrillion blogs that writes as if the universe revolves around them. as cocky as i can be, there is still a tad too narcissistic for me. how one is able to chronicle his daily activities with intestinal fortitude (read xiaxue) is quite beyond me.
unfortunately, somewhere along the way, i seemed to have lost the plot and went down that path unwittingly. no longer is this blog about objective critique and flowing poems (not that anyone cares to read them anyway), it has become a mirror of my activities, almost like a checklist to make certain that i exist in this vastness of space.
so this is where i bid farewell and adieu.

all the worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely the actors. and actresses for you feminist lot.

p.s i will *however* be starting a *new* blog that will encompass excerpts of my love for the language, current affairs and critiques. feel free to drop. oh btw, while there will the new blog will not be password encrypted, there will however be an intrinsic iq prerequisite to enter. -big fat grin-

ok on drinking

2006-07-15T06:23:00.000+08:00

1) if you're going to talk shit when your drunk/high, dont drink
2) if you're gonna get violent when your drunk/high, dont drink
3) if you're gonna start introducing weird girls to nai when you're drink/high, dont drink.
4) if you pass out when you drink (like me) but recover in 2 hours, sober enough to send everyone back, by all means drink
5) if you're gonna get pissed, bring a drinking buddy to make sure you are back home and not plastered to the floor.
6) too much pride results in frightening tirade of senseless intentions and meaningless actions
7) the code name for " shit nai i think im going to puke anytime soon " when you're in my car is " 警察 "
8) the code name for real police is " ma ta "

:)

ok coldplay

2006-07-13T00:35:00.000+08:00

the last time they were in singapore, i caught them together with travis with my buddy kervin. back then they only had 10 songs to play from their parachutes album and it was good.
this year 2006, a jolly band of 4 went. myself, sheng, wanxin and siti

i was trying to pysche myself up.

strangely enough, all of us were subdued leading up to the last 30 minutes of the concert. then once the lights went off, the adrenalein kicked in.

ok like i landscaped my camera half way but this was their opening. the lights went off then this huge countdown sequence started and they launched straight into square 1.

this is a clip of the scientist

we basically all sang our hearts out. well i did at least. half the videos taken on my phone were spoilt because of my singing. the concert was great, the crowd was very amped up and i think coldplay fed off our energy as well. the songs that did it for me was probably fix you, yellow and trouble. was hoping they would play shiver.

this is their complete set list for the twisted logic tour

Main set

1. "Square One"
2. "Politik"
3. "Yellow"
4. "Speed of Sound"
5. "God Put a Smile Upon Your Face"
6. "X&Y"
7. "How You See The World"
8. "White Shadows"
9. "The Scientist"
10. "'Til Kingdom Come"
11. "Ring of Fire" (acoustic) (Johnny Cash cover)
12. "Don't Panic"
13. "Clocks"
14. "Talk"

[edit]

Encore

1. "Swallowed In the Sea"
2. "In My Place"
3. "Fix You"

quotes of the night by chris
" its gonna be a good night, i can feel it in my bones "
" maybe it was worth rehearsing 143 times before playing here tonight "

he loved us and we loved him.

zouk 09/07

2006-07-09T17:20:00.000+08:00

siti and me. she looks hot. i look odd.

my buddy james and our neighbour wendy.

nai is spinning.. spinning spinning...

Did someone say Coldplay? muahahahahahahahahaha

i quote

2006-07-04T00:14:00.000+08:00

Nequaquam nobis divinitus esse paratam
Naturam rerum; tanta stat praedita culpa

Had God designed the world, it would not be
A world so frail and faulty as we see.

mambo mambo mambo

2006-06-27T11:11:00.000+08:00

mambo madness 12 july wednesday zouk
let's all get destroyed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1 2 3 4
all my life is you that i dream of...

call me call me

ooooo o o o o o oo o oooooo o oo o o o o o o o o o o
wake up to square rooms

to000gether forever and ever with you

wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo mambo siao

im gonna stop blogging for a while

2006-06-11T15:20:00.000+08:00

c u guys in a while

supernatural siao

2006-05-28T00:18:00.000+08:00

im still absolutely astounded as to how my magazine and my cd (both newly bought) can go missing in my room.

just like how there's someone stealing my ruler for the past 10 years.

ok i fucked up my last paper

2006-05-19T13:05:00.000+08:00

but i really couldn't be asked to study anymore. my mind is somewhere else.
hopefully i'll still do enough to get and overall of 60 and above for this paper. (i aced the coursework 85 fricking marks. it's the highest mark i've ever seen so far)
so c'mon god of financial markets, i need a break here.

2 alternative uses for wet tissue

1) wiping camou off your face
2) wiping vomit off your pants/shoes

i have 4 mothers.

2006-05-13T18:11:00.000+08:00

my grand mom, my mom, my girlfriend and now....

♥...xin ♥: new york, new york! says:
can u quit smoking
naii: its a win-win situation, im in a dominant position. says:
can you stop nagging

well done.

sign up for your adventures with nai

2006-05-06T22:05:00.000+08:00

tennis
ahh the usual group. fuck i miss playing tennis.

wakeboard
wanxin
aster
siti you better come!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

rock climbing
william
wanxin
and im gonna ask johan whos a proper rock climber so he can teach us how to belay and all that shit AGAIN (think army)

inline
aster
youyi
william

so much to do so little time. ahhhhhh

the funny think about mandarin

2006-05-05T23:19:00.000+08:00

dave and fred laughs at me for trying to sing in swedish
juan laughs as me for trying to sing in spanish
i hand them a copy of 张学友's 每天爱你多一些

silence greets me.

mandarin >

owned.

lol.

LOL THIS IS FUNNY

2006-05-04T08:45:00.000+08:00

juan is so much fun to disturb.

2006-05-04T08:07:00.000+08:00

naii:: despairmeister 'if its not too late for coffee.. i'll be at your place in ten" says:
knock knock
naii:: despairmeister 'if its not too late for coffee.. i'll be at your place in ten" says:
you're no fun man
JUAN CARLOS BURG. IN LIFE, YOU HAVE TO DO ALL YOU NEED TO DO TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. VENEZUELA EL PAIS DEL CIELO ETERNO. says:
ok
JUAN CARLOS BURG. IN LIFE, YOU HAVE TO DO ALL YOU NEED TO DO TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. VENEZUELA EL PAIS DEL CIELO ETERNO. says:
wait i was talking to my father
JJUAN CARLOS BURG. IN LIFE, YOU HAVE TO DO ALL YOU NEED TO DO TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. VENEZUELA EL PAIS DEL CIELO ETERNO. says:
ok ok
naii:: despairmeister 'if its not too late for coffee.. i'll be at your place in ten" says:
lol
JUAN CARLOS BURG. IN LIFE, YOU HAVE TO DO ALL YOU NEED TO DO TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. VENEZUELA EL PAIS DEL CIELO ETERNO. says:
how is there ?
naii:: despairmeister 'if its not too late for coffee.. i'll be at your place in ten" says:
Jack Bauer
JUAN CARLOS BURG. IN LIFE, YOU HAVE TO DO ALL YOU NEED TO DO TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. VENEZUELA EL PAIS DEL CIELO ETERNO. says:
oooooookkkkkkkk
JUAN CARLOS BURG. IN LIFE, YOU HAVE TO DO ALL YOU NEED TO DO TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. VENEZUELA EL PAIS DEL CIELO ETERNO. says:
what is the funny part ?
JUAN CARLOS BURG. IN LIFE, YOU HAVE TO DO ALL YOU NEED TO DO TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. VENEZUELA EL PAIS DEL CIELO ETERNO. says:
hhahaha ( the idiot laughs early. wtf??)
naii:: despairmeister 'if its not too late for coffee.. i'll be at your place in ten" says:
you;re supposed to ask jack bauer who you dolt.
naii:: despairmeister 'if its not too late for coffee.. i'll be at your place in ten" says:
wtf no one ever told you knock knock jokes? you poor thing
JUAN CARLOS BURG. IN LIFE, YOU HAVE TO DO ALL YOU NEED TO DO TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. VENEZUELA EL PAIS DEL CIELO ETERNO. says:
yeah but in spanish motherfucker
JUAN CARLOS BURG. IN LIFE, YOU HAVE TO DO ALL YOU NEED TO DO TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. VENEZUELA EL PAIS DEL CIELO ETERNO. says:
ok ,
naii:: despairmeister 'if its not too late for coffee.. i'll be at your place in ten" says:
LOL
JUAN CARLOS BURG. IN LIFE, YOU HAVE TO DO ALL YOU NEED TO DO TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. VENEZUELA EL PAIS DEL CIELO ETERNO. says:
hahaa
JUAN CARLOS BURG. IN LIFE, YOU HAVE TO DO ALL YOU NEED TO DO TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. VENEZUELA EL PAIS DEL CIELO ETERNO. says:
jack bauer who you dolt ???
naii:: despairmeister 'if its not too late for coffee.. i'll be at your place in ten" says:
we're in fucking england and im fucking chinese. do i look like i fucking speak espanyol?
UAN CARLOS BURG. IN LIFE, YOU HAVE TO DO ALL YOU NEED TO DO TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. VENEZUELA EL PAIS DEL CIELO ETERNO. says:
is that part of the joke

ok im really bored so here are some jokes

2006-05-04T05:06:00.000+08:00

Knock Knock
Who's there?
Jack Bauer.
Jack Bauer who?
Previously on 24....

" Person I want to meet the most "
- stacey's mom

Did you know that coke was a sponsor of the nazi party?
Did you know that ibm facilitated the genocide of 'the final solution' with their primitive data recording devices?
Did you know that ford and gm manufactured tanks and vehicles for the nazi party?

Was that even a joke?
I dunno man, fuck me.

snowboard vids

2006-05-01T00:09:00.000+08:00

nai vs. william. part trois.

2006-04-29T22:46:00.000+08:00

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!!

cool this is my 100th post, and surprise surprise..

2006-04-27T18:38:00.000+08:00

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!

spider solitaire siao

2006-04-21T22:07:00.000+08:00

beat that.

ok france: val d'isere

2006-04-19T17:41:00.000+08:00

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 :)

poems poems poems!!! yayy :)

2006-04-18T06:18:00.000+08:00

"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)

poem of the day

2006-04-16T18:44:00.000+08:00

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

2006-04-01T07:08:00.000+08:00

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.

if you could change one thing about singapore, what would it be and why?

2006-03-29T19:54:00.000+08:00

freedom of press. we need more newspapers that provides the fundemental essence of free reporting in the sense of journalistic entrepreneurialism without fear of any repurcussions backlash or any nasty staff.
truth! we need the truth!!

...

2006-03-26T04:28:00.000+08:00

i see dead roses littered on the ground
the once crimson blood
split onto the cold unforgiving floor

i walk this path, inaudible screams in my head
hands reaching out to me, i continue unable to stop
what is the price we have to pay, what is the price we have to pay
to stop this screaming in our place

the taint in my head the taint in my head
so much blight, where is the light
i wade the darkness, my direction clear
no guiding light no guiding light

the emptiness of conversations
drunk people spill their guts on their streets
a temporary respite, im better than this

so shut me up, in a hole i wait
till someone comes who holds my fate
and together we struggle alone
in this world of hate.

the wicked.

2006-03-26T03:21:00.000+08:00

or the very wu liao.

wildest place you ever made out

2006-03-25T21:35:00.000+08:00

cineleisure 5th story toilet with a queue of people outside.

your turn people.

stop bitching

2006-03-14T06:02:00.000+08:00

stop bitching about girls
stop bitching about money
stop bitching about your boss
stop bitching about your test marks
stop bitching about him
stop bitching about her
stop bitching about injustice
stop bitching about your neighbour
stop bitching about the army
stop bitching about your job
stop bitching about the weather
stop bitching about the government
stop bitching about everything

it is ok to bitch about the price of cigarettes going up.
but..
stop bitching. stop. just stop. ok?
just stop. seriously guys, just shut the fuck up. listen.....
see, the world is a better place already.
espacially girls, stop bitching about girls. i had god damn enough about bitching about girls.
and this is coming from a guy who's gone dry for 1 fucking year. (and no im not bitching, im just deprived.)

and goddamnit, not all guys cheat ok? there are NICE FUCKING GUYS STILL LEFT IN THIS FUCKED UP POLLUTED SOME OF A BITCH PLACE. are we destined to get screwed over? yes. why? BECAUSE LIM PEH LIKE PEOPLE TOOT MY KA CHING CAN?

ok that was a bitch. now enough. no more bitching.

lucky bugger

2006-03-13T08:25:00.000+08:00

so my phone was ringing and i looked at it. " bro " it says. i answered and was greeted by my brother with a very noisy background that could only be created by a crowd of 38,000 in an enclosed space.
" GUESS WHERE AM I NOW? "
" eh...? "
" IM AT HIGHBURY WATCHING ARSENAL VS LIVERPOOL "
" ........ (traitor)........ "

so my bro got to watch arsenal host liverpool at highbury.
big deal.
so what.
only arsenal loh
only liverpool loh
no problem.

KNN LUCKY BUGGER MOTHER OF wait cannot insult mother SON OF wait.. also cannot insult father FUCKING LUCKY LAH CCB

and oh, guess who's autograph did he get as well.......

my face not that chubby loh.

2006-03-11T07:27:00.000+08:00

wayne knight, 3rd rock from the sun ya? seinfield ya? i have comedy genes in my blood.
=)

da simpsooonsss

2006-03-11T00:14:00.000+08:00

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the origami project: the next killer device?

2006-03-10T01:15:00.000+08:00

the origami project

excellent stealth marketing.

nai nai nai

2006-03-09T05:32:00.000+08:00

this reminds me of a quote: a superior pilot is one who uses his superior judgement to avoid situations where he has to show his superior skills.

and btw

2006-03-07T22:12:00.000+08:00

I HATE ACCOUNTS. ALWAYS HAVE BEEN AND ALWAYS WILL. NABEH.

strike strike strike

2006-03-07T22:02:00.000+08:00

shoik lah freedom of speech.
today university lecturers on strike cos they are working too long and paid too little.
well, my school is not on strike because the average salary at City University is about 39,500 pounds; a good 17k more than the national average income. (and my teachers also earn more than those at imperial, kings, goldsmith and slightly below LSE only.)
on the 18th got anti-war strike, the last anti-war strike saw 2 million (or 700,00 depending on your source) protest against the war.
new years eve saw the tube operators go on strike.

strike strike strike.

negative externalities for the price of democracy?

maituliao

2006-03-03T04:48:00.000+08:00

if i ever have a company im going to call it maituliao.

maituliao private limited

somebody please fuck me

2006-03-01T06:49:00.000+08:00

my coursework (project): Explain how financial intermediaries function as a conduit between households and corporations in two ways, further analyse why financial firms are one of the most heavily regulated sectors in the world and when is net regulatory burden positive for financial institutions.

my body parts are confused

2006-02-23T03:05:00.000+08:00

like i slept from 12 all the way to 6.
fucking shoik.
its also fucking cold. wake up liao, feet cold hands slightly damp from the humidity that was created from my expert snuggling.
i dont know about you guys, but before i was in the army, i dont remember sweating alot. i was dry like a bone, even when i was playing sports and shit.
after army, my sweat glands seems to have exploded. i can almost hearing them begging out for tekong training and brutality. so now, i have to buy this funky new thing called a deoderant and douse my armpits with lynx. before i came to london, i remember my ass used to sweat too. boy i miss that feeling of 'tam tam' boxers waiting for the aircon to take effect.
then there is the back of my knees. yeah there are sweat glands there too.
put my hands too long in my coat with my gloves, they come out moist too.
its weird.
and then the best part, my skin is dry. so i have to use stuff like vaseline to engage myself in a milkbathe after every shower.
so my body parts are confused. yeah i think so my body parts are confused.

xanga wannabe: currently listening to erlend oye; dj-kicks. sorrli no picture.

you know you're in london when

2006-02-15T09:03:00.000+08:00

there is:

2 swedish
1 latino
2 french
1 hungarian
1 czech
1 singaporean
1 polish (fucking wanker who drank too much)

sitting at a table drinking talking about politics and football.

simply awesome man.

someone's going to hell and it sure aint me

2006-02-04T03:47:00.000+08:00

fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
i m richer than u
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
confirm
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
most to most i sell my hse
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
lai lar!
naimeister:: I need to snowboard. Like RIGHT NOW says:
lai lar
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
go sell ur pinetree lar
naimeister:: I need to snowboard. Like RIGHT NOW says:
sell liao
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
go sell ur corolla lar
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
go sell ur ford lar
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
GO GO GO
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
i sell cbr + wave + hebe + tanglin view
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
the most i sell my gf, my dad n my mum
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
lai la
naimeister:: I need to snowboard. Like RIGHT NOW says:
your grandmother also sell
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
lol
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
ehh fuck u
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
grandparents dun play
fuck man... which org to choose.. says:
parents still acceptable
naimeister:: I need to snowboard. Like RIGHT NOW says:
u die

lucky bastards

2006-01-31T09:34:00.000+08:00

from left to right: ugly fred, ugly reuben, ugly latino mutated misbreed unfortunate accident of nature juan, ugly dave.

fuck, of all the nights the photographer decided to take a picture of an all male posse, i wasnt there.
chao chee bye.............................

well i was sick and i was prepping myself up for the Lunar New Year Cookfest Mayhem 2006.
Pictures and full write up to come... (once they send me the pictures -_-)

p/s HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKOLA PETROVIC A.K.A KLAUS A.K.A MR SMILEY A.K.A MR. ALWAYS HAS A FUNNY VIDEO UP HIS HARD DRIVE.

I NEED TO DO THIS. RIGHT NOW!! NOW NOW!! NOW!!!!!!!

2006-01-31T09:03:00.000+08:00

It can't be as hard as wakeboarding right? I mean no handle, no rope tension adjustments, no fins, no lead time when you fall and the boat has to come round to pick you up, no icky seaweed (i realised i scream in the exact same way as if a shark were to brush against my feet or a styrofoam box), no pressure from taking too much time on your ride while your friends are waiting. guys, i was absolutely DESTROYED from my last wakeboarding trip (remember eunice? and you guys still went to zouk @ night. power.) my neck still hurts up till today. wakeboarding is cool, im definitely going to wakeboard when im back but first.....

I really want to do a method. The most simple tricks sometimes looks the most stylish.
As with a soul grind on skates (done with style of course).
I WANT TO SNOWBOARDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Far East Flora = L337 Florist

2006-01-28T05:47:00.000+08:00

for those of you who does not know what L337 means, it means LEET which is GAMESPEAK for ELITE. which is loosely used to describe somehow who has godlike gaming skills.

for example: nai is an L337 warcraft 3 player. thank you.

well i suppose only managers and executives can afford to send $100 bouquets over the internet.

so what am i doing at the website you ask?

cause I.... AH XIA KIA WHAT! can anot?!!?!???? huh?? kong simi? 1 to 1 ai mai???? cb, mai kb lah. let the sick boy win can? nabeh.

答案, 你们太弱了. tsk tsk

2006-01-27T21:48:00.000+08:00

1) which country has the most number of post graduate students? 韩国
2) which country has the biggest export industry in the world? 德国
3) which country has the most number of tourists visiting per year? 法国
4) Which country has the biggest population? (give away) 咋们祖国
5) Which country has the biggest amount of FDI (foreign direct investments) invested in other countries? 美国
6) which country has its majority of its market foreign owned through FDI's? 新加坡
7) Which country has the biggest banks by measure of asset management wealth? 日本
8) Which is the biggest currency market in the world? 英国,伦敦
9) Which country has the most number of immigrants in the US? 德国
10) What will be the top 6 biggest economies by the world 2015? 中国,美国,印度,德国,印尼西亚, 巴西

i have the most kawaii ashtray EVER

2006-01-23T21:57:00.000+08:00

IM GOING BACK TO ATEC!!! LOL

2006-01-18T10:02:00.000+08:00

2. Arrangement has been made for you to report for re-enlistment at ARMY TRAINING AND EVALUATION CENTRE. Please report to AO, ARMY TRAINING AND EVALUATION CENTRE on 05 Jun 2006 at 0800 hours in uniform. Your new NSF ORD will be on 19 Aug 2006 upon your resumption of service on 05 Jun 2006.

WAH LAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU I LIVE IN CENTRAL ASK ME GO JURONG EVERY MORNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!KAOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

so you guys call yourself business students?

2006-01-18T02:49:00.000+08:00

ok this was the quiz that was given out during my international buiness environment lecture. i only got 2 correct. lets see how you guys fair.

1) which country has the most number of post graduate students?
2) which country has the biggest export industry in the world?
3) which country has the most number of tourists visiting per year?
4) Which country has the biggest population? (give away)
5) Which country has the biggest amount of FDI (foreign direct investments) invested in other countries?
6) which country has its majority of its market foreign owned through FDI's?
7) Which country has the biggest banks by measure of asset management wealth?
8) Which is the biggest currency market in the world?
9) Which country has the most number of immigrants in the US?
10) What will be the top 6 biggest economies by the world 2015?

Please try not to post your answers on my cbox rather in my comments section ya?
Try not to use google and answer them to the best of your own general knowledge.

OI SINGAPORE WAKE UP YOUR IDEA LAH

2006-01-13T05:27:00.000+08:00

read this story folks

To the judge: (fucking asshole)

WHERE IS YOUR COMPASSION? WHERE IS YOUR EMPATHY? WHERE IS YOUR SENSE OF MORAL COURAGE TO HELP THOSE WHO NEEDS HELP. HAVE YOU LOST YOUR HUMAN TOUCH? I WILL GLOAT THE DAY YOU SUFFER FROM A STROKE OR SOME INCURABLE MAGILINANT AND ALL THE MONEY IN YOUR COFFERS WONT BE ABLE TO CURE YOU. ITS CALLED RETRI-FUCKING-BUTION YOU CUNT.
seriously, im damn disappointed. this is the country i call my home. the country that increases the fine from an appeal. 1st world country? you can come suck my dick. fucking robots. ROBOTS!!!!!! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU

btw, how do i get rid of my fucking dandruff.

2006-01-12T06:53:00.000+08:00

props + 1x free meal at place of your choosing when i get back to singapore.

my 2 close brushes with death

2006-01-12T06:47:00.000+08:00

have came from women.
before i begin, this is going to invite a lot of flame. so let me slip into my protective gear first.
*kelvar helmet*
*fire retardant body suit*
*kelvar vest*
*gortex boots*
*full plate greaves* ( FULL PLATE GREAVES??? LOL)
*gauntlet of resist fire +3* (here we go, fantasy boy)

number 1: letting grace drive. i finally know the meaning of stepping on imaginary footbreaks. but in all fairness, she was just rusty and needed practise. plus i suspect she was a little pat jiao because she kept driving into the middle of the road.

number 2: letting aster drive. man. i swear to god WE almost died. and she still finds it funny up till today.

they need proper driving lessons

hohoho..

第一首诗

2006-01-11T10:15:00.000+08:00

躺着在床上
双眼望哪看
海脑浮想当
为何做出决

心里很复杂
头痛睡不着
满空都是烟
将来未必好

梦里优美多
是否是幻觉
好好过日子
抽烟做神仙

2005 去到那了?

2006-01-06T07:18:00.000+08:00

一转眼就新的一年了. 还想着回头看不到五可月前, 我还在穿着绿色的军装在森林里为国出汗,捞动. 先在呢?在伦敦读书,避冷找投资或任何赚钱方法.最近遇到了一个从中国来的学生.他说是不是自己还很幼稚.我问他为什么这样的想.他就回答我说因为他还为感情这种事烦恼.真真的男子汉这个世代应该把精神和时间放在读书或事业上而不浪费时间谈恋爱. 他那句话想起我时常跟我好友说的一句: xxx xxxxxxx xxx xxxx xxxx xxx xxxxxx. 我在想一下,其实他这样说也没错.我朋友说,自从我来英国以后好象变了.是不是被环境影响了?突然间比较认真,好象领悟到了什么道理.
hmm... 我该这么回答?一半一半吧.一般地说,大多数的人,一当完了兵是有改变的.是好是坏就好来看他当兵时的过程态度.如果是愁眉苦脸,不负责任的懊过,出兵以后可能学到了不理想的习惯.而如果是认认真真出满精神的过,应该就会培养到良好的习惯.
我当兵时,骂的处话也多了,罚的人也罚够了.但我领悟了一个道理:有些东西是控制不了的.而控制的了的东西要控制得好或干脆不要去办.
"want to do things do swee swee, arboh dont bother do liao la"

and oh before i forgot

2006-01-01T04:32:00.000+08:00

I SAW KEVIN KURANYI SHOPPING AT ZARA!!!
lol
cheapskate bugger.

for those of you who are not football inclined, kevin kuranyi is the current german striker.

a new year a new begining

2006-01-01T04:12:00.000+08:00

my new year's resolution are the same as last years.
erm.. that is if i can remember what they were.
ok.
new list.

1. 我要brush up 我的华语.
2. lets keep it simple.

ok there, done.

the coffeeshop

2006-01-01T03:51:00.000+08:00

it was bright, psychedelic, and much too young for us.
the air was stale, slightly heavy but filled with a rousing euphoric aroma.

we took our seats and casted glances at the patrons.
he got up and went to the counter and came back with the stuff.

tick tick tick

at first it tasted like a heavy cigarette, but with an organic touch feel to it
strong, it was strong. it burned. as if someone was taking a blunt knife and scrapping your insides all at once.
with the exhale, you feel a sense of emptiness. like a lover departing for the seas.
it comes again, exhale, again, exhale, again, exhale and like a poisoned chalice, you pass the goblet round.
you feel it, taking it in, absorbing it into your senses. a slow throb begins and you can feel someone calling you, luring you away from the back of your head. your mouth goes dry, you sip some tea. suddenly, the air smells really fresh, the slow inhale and exhale accentuated ten fold. yesterdays worries forgotten today. its all nice and slow now. comfortable. you try your best to stifle a giggle. but you cant help it.
the stoic looks on your friends face tells you that they are bluffing. they can keep it much longer. but you refrain. you didnt want to look like a dick in public. but the more you refrain, the next convulsion of giggles hit you. everything was so fucking funny.
but the feeling is strong, you smile. you sip more tea, your mouth feels devoid of saliva but you can feel the glands running. its weird.
you start thinking thoughts, deep in thought. so deep you hear no other noises but the pounding at the back of your head. euphoria, yes thats what you're feeling. you feel as if you could make love to the ugliest woman in the world and still feel good about it.
feel good about it. yes you do. how about another round my friend?

nai's trivia of the day. the top 4's

2005-12-17T02:45:00.000+08:00

the top 4 investment/commercial banks to work at:
1) Goldman Sachs (PLEASE ACCEPT MY INTERNSHIP!!!!!!!!!!)
2) The Blackstone Group
3) Morgan Stanley
4) Lehman Brothers

the top 4 management consultants:
1) McKinsey and Company
2) Boston Consulting Group
3) Bain and Company
4) Booz Allen Hamilton

the top 4 auditing/account firms:
1) PricewaterhouseCoopers
2) Deloitte
3) Ernst & Young
4) KPMG

the top 4 marketing companies (ok this is top of my mind)
1) J. Walter Thompson
2) Ogilvy & Mather
3) Leo Burnett
4) Saatchi & Saatchi
5) Leagas Delaney

oh wait thats 5. hmmm

death of an ice cream

2005-12-16T19:20:00.000+08:00

they sure dont make them like they they used to.
was feeling quite bo liao yesterday night and went through this friendster slideshow of 250 newly uploaded pictures of my friends and i arrived at one conclusion. every single guy that ever served their worth in ns will and i say again will have some army pictures in his blog. unless of course he was a scum of the earth clerk (just kidding i have some really good clerkish friends) or someother 9-5er.
lets see pacha london tonight? should be good. after tonight, i'll be the last joker left around the halls. 24 anyone?

ok can someone tell me how to cook my mee kia

2005-12-14T00:58:00.000+08:00

i put it in boiling water, seperated it, put a big of salt and olive oil (a la pasta al dente effect) and it fucking comes out all squishy smogosbaordly eeek gorowsss. it gets stuck together like fucking glu and become very nua nua one. wtf? did i leave it in the boiling water for too long or smth? i hate to waste my bah chor just like that man..... -_-

wah lao.. christmas liao ah? sibei kin

2005-12-07T03:00:00.000+08:00

every year i always say the same thing. " eh eh eh... christmas is the round the corner, wah piang time flies damn fast man "
actually time didnt really fly that fast in the army. i think there was some turbulance along the way in that flight of time.
but but, its been like 3 months since i've been in london and chop chop its the christmas break liao. so basically from now till the 16th of january, i have exactly 0 classes. i do have like 1 exam and 1 test but compared to the other courses which have like 4 exams, i got off pretty lucky.
well its all relative and i believe work load will even out in the future.
so what am i going to do? will be flying down (right) to visit my buddy Kervin at dusseldorf, germany on the 20th of dec - 29th. my lucky brother, together with his gf eunice is knnbccb going to new york to look up my cousins and my newly born nephew.
thinking of going to greece or turkey or somwhere in the middle east between now and then actually. *looks at pocket. full of holes and not a drop of gold* see how lah.
this is going to be my first christmas and new year away from home. hmm... feeling rather ambivalent actually. saw this pretty neat quote: " home is where you hang your @ "
well well well.. not saying i believe in that but i would think of myself as a future globe trotter.
life is good, couldnt have asked for a better start to my civilian life again. except maybe a few cartons of cigarettes.
if you guys want to send things over to moi, i.e like machiam surprise like that please do. things to include: laksa paste, bat ku teh soup base, apple jack cereals, marlboro(red hor!), some pictures would be nice too :)
hope you guys have a great christmas party or smth and celebrate the new years with aplomb!
i'll be sending my well wishes and the like from europe.
watch for the pigeons! lol

my blog is becoming boring

2005-12-01T01:42:00.000+08:00

its becoming one of those bitch about your day kind of blogs. i should revert back to my 2 cents worth kpo-ism that has been characteristic in my first few posts. it even landed me a brief spotlight in today!

i found this funny article on talkingcock.com.
it has been quite a talking point. if you guys read mrbrown.com or mr miyagi or other local satirical weblogs, there is a host of information ( you can be bothered). but still i want to kpo and give my 2 cents.
just give you guys the lowdown on the melyvn tan piano case.
basically, he managed to zhao ns with a $5000 (not pounds) fine for having spent the last 37 years in london (notting hill, knn rich kia) as a world famoose pianist. actually i dunno how famoose he really is, apparently not richard clayderman level cos i fucking never heard of him. anyway, my 2 cents worth is this:

CHAO CHEE BYE U LUCKY RICH KIA MANAGED TO ZHAO NS WITH A FUCKING 5K FINE, NOT EVEN ENOUGH TO BUY A GRAND PIANO.

actually not. im really happy for him. he found what he liked to do, pursued it with unwavering passion and now he's a somebody in the international piano scene. honestly, i think singapore needs more arty farty guys like him but thats besides the point.

what bothers me the most is this: i think this is the most obvious example of how the elitism exists blantantly in singapore AND THEY KNOW THEY CAN EXPLOIT THE SYSTEM. this self insulating sense of gratification pisses me off. the only reason how he managed to escape the system was because he came from a well-do family. *ka-ching* while i have nothing to do against wealthy families and what they do with their money, this one really takes the cake. 5K fine for renouncing his citizenship on accounts that he is a talented pianist and has contributed to society and singapore by spreading our good name. what if he never made it as a pianist? halfway he realise, wah kao, nowadays be banker sibei 'in' leh, i think i want to 'zhuan hang" change jobs. will he still be let off with a 5k fine? or asked to come back to either serve it off or imprisonment for awoling?
so just how does this leave the rest of us average joes, stuck in the middle suay kias, with? it seems that our opportunities to keng are much less. but i guess this is how the system works isnt it? if you graduate from some ivy league school, come from super ah-xia family, you would be considered more likely to contribute to the society as compared to a middle-lower class family having send their sons to poly or having them as the first degree holders in the family.
it sucks. but bo pian, thats the way it is. elitism exists in singapore and they are very very very detached from whats going on in the everyday life of the average singaporean. i remember a certain mrs goh saying "400k is peanuts".
ok lah, i know 1 or 2 bad sheeps dont spoil the flock but nabei, deep down i still feel a bit dulan.

actually, my time in the army not that terok lah. frankly, i also think that 95% of people in the ns bitch too much la. i remember in SISPEC one of my bunkmates try arguing with my section commander and in the end he knock it down until dunno how long. then my buddy shouted " eh muh rong! just say sorry sergeant can liao! " funny moment. sad but true. just apologise, carry on 20 and you live to see the next book out day.

this is the individualism that has been robbed from me for the past 2 years. im not complaining though. wah lan i super digressed from my topic..

so anyway, melyvn tan, *applause* i hope more melvyn tan's will appear in singapore (not ah-xia kias cos they spoil market for chyes like me but enterprising passionate people).

24 good, books bad.

2005-11-29T05:54:00.000+08:00

24 good...

books bad.....

i love you agent bauer. you so fucking shuai and sibei sud loh!! kena torture like fuck, inject drugs, kena soldered, kena 1x jia let jia let by eastern european mafia, you still can somehow or another escape and kill everyone. you are an NBK MAN!! when i grow up, i want to be just like you.
except got 1 problem, i lagy scared of pain leh. how?
im a 24 whore..... season 3 mai tu liao

i is a computer game geek, no more

2005-11-28T23:10:00.000+08:00

add/remove programmes
---> warcraft 3: the frozen throne
are you sure you want to uninstall Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne? (include saved maps and replays)
---> *click* *click* *click*
Uninstall Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne
---> ..........
---> light cigarette
---> *taps fingers*
Uninstall complete. Please reboot for changes to take effect.
---> whew...

*sniff* *sniff*

why does it have to be this way.
why cant we co-exist together?
after all that we've been through, we have to part like this.
you've helped me through my darkest days
you also created some of my darkest days.
but but you were always there when i needed you, espacially early in the morning 3 am, when i needed an urgent release.
unwavering, steadfast, you were always there.
i salute you.
---> puts cd in the drawer.

i need my mommy.

daddy, i want to be an ice cream man.

2005-11-24T06:04:00.000+08:00

when we were young, kids wanted to be a lawyer, journalist, astronaut, pai kia, but i wanted to be an ice cream man. thats right. when i was young, i wanted to be like that uncle who sold ice cream at my school canteen. 20c potongs on a hot wednesday afternoon after a cut throat game of hopscotch soothes the nerves like no other. i thought he was uber cool loh.
then my mother wanted a lawyer in the family, so i decided i would be a lawyer. it didnt last very long. sometime in secondary school i thought i would definitely do journalism, for my love of literature and adventure. then a little later, i got intrigued with the human pyschic and wanted to do pyschology. thought it would be pretty cool to understand human behaviour. or even criminology (think csi). somehow or another all my idealism seemed to have ebbed over the years. now people ask me what im studying, i would reply rather sheeplishy: erm.. im doing finance. then that person would give me the look and probably think to himself: not another capitalist greedy bastard. *shrug* bo pian, when money talks, even bullshit can walk one. so so so, now im here in london, financial capital of europe studying finance.
i still consider myself an idealist. i still want to save the world and end proverty. eradicate malaria and find a cure for cancer. intervene in political strife and attempt to be the arbitrageur between them. run a marathon for terry fox and raise money for disabled kids. yes i would like to do all of those. but there is one problem. i also want a ferrari. you can see where the point of contention is. i cant help it, im a materialist. i have a soft spot for luxury goods. i like my paul smith accessories, my bally shoes, my hugo boss suits and my ermenegildo zegna italian silk ties. i want to sample the finest caviar and eat the rarest white truffles. all enjoyed over a glass of the most vintage clarets. viva la vie indeed. how? save the world or pump the ferrari?

new blog background?

2005-11-22T06:38:00.000+08:00

what do you guys think?

mai siao siao, nai can kong chinese ok?

2005-11-18T06:02:00.000+08:00

nai performs magic

2005-11-17T22:57:00.000+08:00

in the begining, before the start of time and the creation of man, there was....

the dirty sink...

along came naiki, the mischievious god of erm.. mischief. he went around the gods realm playing tricks on them, causing no end of nusiance. one day he decided to test if there were still TRUE KINDNESS in this early world...thus with a flick of this magic pen and some 3M post it pads, he created...

the note.....

and lo behold, like magick, when he woke up the next day to find an amazing sight...

a clean kitchen sink...

TADA!!
*applause*

and naiki lived happily ever after.

mumblings

2005-11-13T04:34:00.000+08:00

22 years in singapore not a single hole in my shirt (Except the time i set my long 4 on fire and burnt a little hole) 2 months in london and 2 holes in 2 different shirts. must be the weather. getting sick of my daily cookings that almost always involve tomato sauce or black pepper sauce. went to pacha last night and had a pretty good time. nice posh place with lots of posh looking women. im running out of cigarettes and i have to depend on the goodwill of juan to tide me over till i go to germany and get some fresh supplies. i hate accounts. i miss my cat. i eat chocolate bars almost everyday, drink coffee in the morning, finish half a pack of fags a day. i love my lifestyle. uncontrolled hedonism. dont cast those disapproving looks at me, i dont need it and you can save it. im having funky dreams again. i dreamt of my ex. how weird. i want a 360 modena. if someone can tar-poa river valley wan ton mee for me i'll be eternally grateful. i used my french for the first time in public and by golly it worked like a charm. quelle est votre prenom? my stomach feels weird from all that oil i had on my beef spaghetti. i uninstalled warcraft but im thinking of installing commandoes 3. roald dahl is still one of my favourite authors. i liked the wonderful story of henry sugar the most. i think singapore should have literature class for all schools if we were to move towards a more 'thinking' society. oh wait maybe thats not what the CENSOR CENSOR CENSOR. actually, we should do away with the o levels completely and switch to the IB. when was the last time you did something for the first time? and why are people so afraid to step out of their comfort zone. my stomach really feels weird. i think if god created men without sexual desires, we should have explored the outer regions of the universe by now. but since we have it, might as well make the most of it. i wonder how women can get through their lives without ever knowing for such if what she felt was an orgasm. literature will solve all problems. the ahbengs dancing to techno at sparks were really quite ahead of the dance scene at that time. i cant tell the difference between house, trance and techno. it takes 2 days for a cigarette to absorb water from the tip to the filter. my room smells funky. you smell funky. funnky mounkey drunken monkey. our short term goals are all dictated by money. our long term goals do not differ much. i want to snowboard. i really want to snowboard. i dont know what the stars on my national flag represent. besides majulah singapura, i dont know the rest of the meaning of my national anthem. i feel a bit ashamed because of that. i feel more ashmed of myself for not making the effort to check that out. im stomach feels weird. -_-

poem contributions

2005-11-10T22:49:00.000+08:00

You inhale the smell of cigarette filters
like drugs that reminds you of him
while the pillar was collapsing
there wasn't anyone around
And here didn't we lose our ground?

and one day you told me
'All things beautiful comes with an end'
I thought you meant my poems
Spring never took over, my dear
we played a game in our heads
The currents were manipulative
but I don't give a damn

everything's fine in the end
if it did ever came
Spring took over, technically
and we shiver under the dying sun
And you begin to worry about the end

So dearest, what's belief thrown down the stairs?

weeks fly by like those migrating flocks
i tried to bridle the wind cos'
something told me in my dreams
there's a place for us far from paradise
the one implanted in our heads
there we could be free

so i am scavenging under those stairs
for those dreams we had together
it shattered utterly, imperceptibly
we held each other like lovers
and shiver nonetheless

So dearest, I am picking up those bits and pieces

we all make promises we try to keep
doesn't turn us into hypocrites
no I don't panic behind my door
because you once told me
'All things beautiful comes with an end'

Written by: kervin. self proclaimed pessimistic optimist.

bonfire night@primrose hill

2005-11-06T06:07:00.000+08:00

suspects: me, rob, and carolina
where: primrose hill, near regents park at camden town
what: fireworks fireworks and more fireworks
result: fricking awesome man. from where we were standing at primrose hill, we had a paranomic view london. from the city district to st.pauls to the london eye and there were just fireworks lighting up everywhere in the city including where we were at. i've never seen such a prolonged display of fireworks (you can thank singapore for that) and it was an awesome display. all in all it was a good night. :)

rob, carolina and me at primrose hill enjoying the paranomic sights and sounds.

nai's comic of the day

2005-10-31T09:06:00.000+08:00

nai's feature poem of the day

2005-10-27T06:11:00.000+08:00

For the lovers of fine prose, here is my feature poem of the day.

Archibald MacLeish - Poem in Prose

This poem is for my wife.
I have made it plainly and honestly:
The mark is on it
Like the burl on the knife.

I have not made it for praise.
She has no more need for praise
Than summer has
Or the bright days.

In all that becomes a woman
Her words and her ways are beautiful:
Love's lovely duty,
the well-swept room.

Wherever she is there is sun
And time and a sweet air:
Peace is there,
Work done.

There are always curtains and flowers
And candles and baked bread
And a cloth spread
And a clean house.

Her voice when she sings is a voice
At dawn by a freshening spring
Where the wave leaps in the wind
And rejoices.

Wherever she is it is now.
It is here where the apples are:
Here in the stars,
In the quick hour.

The greatest and richest good,
My own life to live in,
This she has given me --

If giver could.

nai's complete logical approach to doing work

2005-10-23T05:33:00.000+08:00

1. sit down at desk, check email

2. write down a list of things to do today. 23/10/05 read economics until price elasticity of demand, do research on insider trading, finish my accounting homework

3. launch my msn

4. seeing that no one interesting is online, i go to my blog and see if anyone left any comments on my chatbox

5. no one left anything on my chat box.

6. feeling a little depressed, i check my yahoomail account

7. still no emails, i launch my fxstudentchallenge account to see if im making any virtual money

8. i grab a mars bar and start eating

9. ok im going to start doing my accounts homework after im done with the mars bar

10. im done with the mars bar. i light a cigarette

11. i go to my favourite blogs and read a little, trying to get some inspiration

12. i go back to my blog and click on the links to my friends blog to see if that have updated anything

13. someone interesting comes online, i spend the next one hour chatting

14. i light another cigarette

15. feeling somewhat hungry, i go to the kitchen and prepare my lunch

16. i come back feeling bloated, decide to reward myself with an hour of gaming. it takes 2 hours

17. feeling utterly dissatisfied with my progress today, i decide to tidy up my desk to make everything look organise

18. i pull out my accounts text book

19. i go to my online learning space to see if my lecturer has posted any answers on the module

20. i start scrolling through my music list to find a song that puts me in the mood

21. i check my mail again

22. i go to soccernet.com to see the latest news on manchester united. they drew 1-1 with tottenham. damn. i hope united signs ballack.

23. i eat another mars bars

24. i go to the sink and start squeezing my pimples

25. i end up taking a shower feeling all grossed out and oily after having made lunch

26. i come back from the shower feeling refreshed and somewhat drowsy.

27. i decide to take a power nap. 10 minutes max.

28. i wake up in time for dinner.

29. with most of the day gone, i really decide to start working.

30. i put a to-do list in my palm

31. feeling somewhat lazy, i go make some tea

32. i end up making dinner.

33. i take my customary after meal smoke and laze a little

34. i check my mail again

35. i finally get down to working

36. it lasts all of 45 mins :)

im a genius.

short stories

2005-10-22T03:06:00.000+08:00

brusied, bloodied and battered, Tras Arrowfoot lay sprawled on the ground. his broadsword just within arms reach. the same longsword that has carried him through countless battles lay just beyond him. the once gleaming blade now grew dull with fallen foes blood covering it, trickling down to the hilt. under the twilight, you could still see the azure glow of the sapphire embedded in the hilt. blessed by elders and monks before Tras, the longsword was said to be magical. all that magic now couldnt stop Tras from staring down the face of this bloodthirsty assiliant.
the band of ogres had ambushed him. his fault for not have picking the familiar musky odour that bloodstone orgres carry with them.
the ogre grunted and heaved his massive double bladed axe and prepared for the killing blow. with whatever left of his strength, Tras managed to roll on to his side, and scooped up his trusty longsword and prepared for the next blow. stumbling a little, favouring his left leg, Tras adopted the true defensive stance; crane over waters; that has been taught to him since young. his childhood memories seem so distant at the moment.
the bloodthirsty ogre swung again, axe met sword in deafening clash of metal. Tras barely had enough strength to parry the attack. he was in trouble. bleeding heavily from a thigh injury on his right leg he could hear the distant horn call of more ogres approaching. he had already dispatched 6 ogres before meeting this more hardy adversary.
it was going to be a long night he thought to himself.
and the dance begun. Tras took the impetus and went on one last attack. moving through his stances like a dance, flowing from one move to the other. the ogre was taken aback by this sudden surge of energy that his opponent possessed; was driven back . the din of the battle was aburptly interrupted by the nock of an arrow and its release. fletchings to cheek in a smooth motion, Sophia Fayre let loose an arrow at the massive orgre and her aim was true. elves seldom missed. it was quickly followed by another 2 arrows in rapid succession.
with a great thud, the ogre fell to the ground, 2 arrows pertruded from his makeshift chainmail of broken metals whilst the third, the killing blow, went straight through his larnyx.
Tras stared bewildered at his defeated foe and turned back. and under the cloudless moonlight stood his lover, still somehow looking angelically serene despite having faced the rigours of battle. her hair, silver like the mountains of franz josef, played with the night breeze sillhouetting her pristine face. an angel to behold, sophia looked ageless. her clear blue eyes stared right into him.
"thought you could use a hand tras" she laughed. her voice, melodious like seraphs on the lyre still brought chills to Tras's spine.
"i had it under control Sophia" indiginant in his responsce, the pride of a young elf still worn on his breast.
their reunion was abrupty interrupted by the arrival of two river trolls. cunning and fast, trolls are formidable opponents. but so too are elves...

a collage

2005-10-21T07:43:00.000+08:00

click here for the blown up.
my mates, old and new.

damnit.

2005-10-18T16:49:00.000+08:00

i have to stop oversleeping for my 9 oclock lectures. bleh. dulan.................

A QUICK POLL

2005-10-14T06:54:00.000+08:00

Here's a quick poll for you guys.

Suppose say you see this Lynx shower gel in the showers for the past few days. You pick it up and it smells/looks new. It looks sperm free.
The question: WOULD IT BE CONSIDERED CHEAPSKATE TO START USING THIS NEW SHOWER GEL YOU FOUND IN THE SHOWERS?

please leave your answers on the chatbox or comments page. I cannot guarantee anonymousity so vote at your own risk. All votes are final even if the final results are close. (unless your last name is bush).

DJ Nai signing off

MY COUSIN GOT MARRIED

2005-10-14T05:25:00.000+08:00

:):)

One of my cousins, Yee, got married a few days ago. The plan was actually for me to fly up to attend the wedding as well but i didn't get my time-tables and stuff on time so me and my bro had to give it a pass. Such a pity. 2 weddings I've missed so far. Nabei.....
Anyway, I hope for happiness to be with them. CONGRATULATIONS YEE :):)

Yee&Sonang's Wedding Pictures

Some pre wedding shots.

Man my little nephew is so cute. god i miss my cousins.

prof. jeffrey sachs@st. pauls

2005-10-11T05:50:00.000+08:00

Just came back from an open lecture conducted by professor jeffrey sachs; a real celebrity in the world of academia. It was on global proverty or more specifically about achieving the millennium goals. That is to end the world's extreme proverty in the world. It was quite a good lecture. He spoke with much conviction and passion, something he has devoted his whole life to; that is putting an end to global extreme proverty by 2025.
You know some people just have this really noble heart. This guy has been to over a 100 different countries (thats half the world literally) witnessing first hand accounts of how improvished people still live on this planet. How is it possible that the same world that Microsoft co-founders Bill Gates and Paul Allen plus Berkshire Hathaway's Warren Buffet(combined GDP of the 41 poorest nations and their 550 million people if my memory serves me well) can also be home to the poorest people who get by with less than US$1.50 a month. Something monumental must have fucked up with the distribution of wealth and all the economics theory we have studied in school. So he is kind of like making it his personal crusade to end proverty with the help of the G8, EU, UN among other nations.
Isn't that a brilliant notion? Being able to end global extreme proverty by 2025? In our generation? Maybe there is some purpose to our existence in this era afterall. Honestly, I can tell you, Im not that noble. People who help with humanitarian efforts, distributing food, procuring medical/food/water supplies, working the in sweltering oppressive heat of the african climate. These people are noble. People who campaign for human rights and make it their personal crusade, they are noble. Well, I help the old lady cross the road from time to time.
But whats reassuring is that we all have the capacity to help. ALL of us. One way to start is to stop being so IGNORANT about what is happening in the world around us. I think of the disadvantages of being born in a first world economy is that it makes us blind to the proverty at our doorsteps. I daresay that if you are reading this, you are probably one of my friends. I also daresay that you are quite oblivious to the fact that 5 million babies in africa are going to die from Malaria in 10 years. And thats just in africa alone. According to sachs, if everyone in the first world country gives just 3 bucks (1 plate of chicken rice plus kopi bing), we would have 3 billion dollars. Enough to bring the mortality rates of babies dying from malaria by a staggering 65-80%.
Now you're probably thinking: " hell nai, in all the time ive known you, you've never talked about this before. now stop putting on this act of having moral high ground and get down and fucking go ktv with us and fuck the world man" Well thats true. Until a few months ago. I borrowed this book from the library called Banker to the Poor by Muhammad Yunus. That really started it all. Microcredit is now an area which highly interests me and something which I see myself getting involved in the future. The idea of using financial tools that helps the rich get rich, to help the poor! I think its fucking brilliant man. It started with a US$27 loan in 1976 to 9 women in bangalore. Today Grameen bank has annual transactions of US$2 billion.
"ahh.... so nai, its still about the money lah!" well yes and no. I still want to buy my M3, I still want to live in a penthouse, I still want to buy that country club. I still want a good life(this is not really excessive if you compare it to the likes of forbes500 category). But i think we have to cast away the old image of 'social workers' volunteering and earning meagre money. Theres going to be a new breed of humanitarians, and its going to be us. Microcredit bankers. If you wanna get rich, might as well do it the right way.
Everday you wake up you look yourself in the mirror. Be thankful, be thankful, be thankful. No matter how fucked up your job is, how shitty school work is, how deadlines are approaching, how many extras you take, how lousy the market is or whatever. Look on the bright side, at least you're not dying from malnutrition in the middle of nowhere right? Personally i dont do that enough. To Reflect. but whenever i feel down or lousy or feeling particularly unconstructive, i just think about how fucking fortunate i am to be born in Singapore and to be studying in london. We all have to try and try somehow to make it happen in ourselves.
At least when we die and God has to choose to send us up to heaven or down to hell, we have a 50-50 chance of appeal ;)
(and no william, you're definitely going to hell no matter how many lives you save. LOL)

sister bliss+paul van dyke@turnmills

2005-10-08T10:49:00.000+08:00

the low down

who: the usual suspects. me, frederick, david and nick. juan had his plan A and didn't join us.
no. of beers consumed before going: me:1 the rest:5>
time spent looking glam in queue: 1 1/2 hours
damage: 15 quids -_-
distance ran in the day before clubbing: 4km plus an hour doing weights.
result: im fucking shack now and my hip hurts.
no. of times my shoes got trampled: 7
no. of fat sweaty people dancing around me: 2
no. of skinny sweaty people high on E dancing around me: 2
chick factor: 7/10
sister bliss: not bad
paul van dyke: FUCKING AWESOME
highlight of the day: seeing this posh chick offering the bouncer 45 quids to skip the queue. she was told to get lost. excellent.
downlight of the day: brushing against the skinny sweat guy who was high on E and getting my entire timberland shirt wet. i swear hes gonna die from dehydration.
conclusion: best clubbing night in london so far. 8/10

unconstructive weekend and irish accents

2005-10-03T04:40:00.000+08:00

apparently some clubs in london has this very anal rule about not admitting all guy groups. while i can understand the marketing rationale behind such an approach, it nevertheless puts me off a little. can you imagine zouk in singapore having such a rule? espacially after the first 3 weeks of bmt, you see a company of botak men queuing outside to get into mambo only to find the door bitch saying:
"sorry, we are not admitting all male groups"
"eh brutha, we are in the army leh, first book out let us have some fun lar"
"sorry, we are not admitting all male groups"
"dun lydat leh, protecting our nation you know?
"sorry, we are not admitting all male groups"
"wah lan, kns.. gia ktv liao"
so we got turned down a couple of times and finally found ourselves at this club called ruby blue. cover + drinks + travel + cloak room = 26 quids. think ouch and think it really loud.
it was ok, had a shot of tequila, 2 smirnoffs and i was in lala land. as usual, what else is new.
looking forward to a new week. tennis on wednesday(my hand super itchy liao), french class on thursday, MOS(no not mos burger. ministry of sound okay?) on tuesday, and and and and and im going for the arsenal chelsea reserves match tomorrow! song buay?
im happy that my "i am him" post has spawned off a few of my friends to do the same.
its like some of the things you always wanted to say but you feel buay hiao ba if you were to do it in person or simply there isnt a right moment to.
its an avenue to air your thoughts and feelings and thats what a blog should do for you.
i think i might be coming back next summer, to finish off my Ns liability. hope they post me to cmpb and do paper work because i seriously cant be asked to cheong anymore swa or train any more noobs.
and so this concludes my unconstructive weekend. excuse for i need to go pang sai liao.

my mates

2005-09-28T22:01:00.000+08:00

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.

i am him

2005-09-24T20:35:00.000+08:00

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.

oh yeah 1 more thing from my previous post

2005-09-23T00:51:00.000+08:00

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.

7 days of resolve and some fucked up british bureaucracy

2005-09-22T23:10:00.000+08:00

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.

ahh.. finally some infamous london weather

2005-09-15T17:43:00.000+08:00

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.

IM IN LONDON

2005-09-13T18:50:00.000+08:00

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 :(

passings and comings

2005-09-09T00:20:00.000+08:00

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 vs. William. Part Deux

2005-09-07T23:55:00.000+08:00

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.

and so the countdown begins

2005-09-04T19:20:00.000+08:00

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!

birthdays and shouts

2005-08-25T04:19:00.000+08:00

a big shout to the following people:

in no particular order

william - thanks for being there when i needed someone man. i appreciate you getting lost in orchard hunting for my pressie and ending up buying one from seiyu bugis ;) even though u were rushing for your flight.

sok - thanks for taking time off even tho u were so pooped and (thank god) choosing the present. i can always trust your taste :)

sheng - ahh what can i say, we've been through quite a lot in the last few months. the zippo is great and the cake tops it all. considering your perpetual dire straits with your finance, im glad i bought u all those teh bings in the past ;)

joel - because of you, im going to topman to spend more money on shirts. thanks hor! lol. the card is a nice touch, gonna bring it with me to london so i can wank off everytime i think of you. LOL

eun&grace - even though we're miles apart, u guys are still my best girlfriends. so take-care of each other and have fun in oz! nice sms u guys sent me! :)

aster - congratulations! you have the honour of getting me the most expensive present this year (and in my lifetime i suppose, dun count my parents). i'll always think of you when i wear the sweater (uber cool) u got for me. thanks ;)

angie - OMG U ACTUALLY REMEMBERED my birthday......... i feel so bad. i'll make it up to you this saturday ya?

siti - how many friends would trust you with her jaguar? nuff said.

audrey - another long lost friend whom i recently met up and she rememebered my birthday (like how i'll also always remember yours ;]) keep in touch babe and i'll never forget that word u taught me ;)

yang - havent seen u in ages but im so glad we met up. you're a smart man and with your personality im sure you'll make it in life. so no worries. the next time we meet, i'll be in my m3 and u in your s15. while william continues to ride his wave. HAHAHA

johan - for forgetting my birthday and doing your orginal bos duty instead of me doing it for you. fucker!!!!! nah seriously, im gonna miss our good times in atec.

huei huei - IM SO SORRY I FORGOT YOUR BIRTHDAY. I BEG FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS!

james - my best friend actually forgot my birthday and called me on the 21st in the middle of my movie. WELL DONE. come to think of it, i think u owe me 2 lunches instead of one now.

mom&dad - thanks for all the support and being cool with everything. dun worry, i'll study my ass off and make u guys proud. you guys are officially the coolest parents around. also all thanks to da ge who has decided to pursue the noble scholarly path leaving me with the big financial burden of buying all the volvos for mom and the rolexes for dad.

da ge - notice how i never called you 'kor' or 'ge ge'. thats because you fucking beat me up most of my childhood man. but im really happy we've gone closer over the past few years. thanks for all your invaluable advice and its always good to know theres a big brother looking after you. ^_^

eunice - my 'big sister' aka future da shao. for some reason i think you always think highly of me. even though sometimes i feel im in my brother's shadow, you've never failed to make me feel good about myself :)

hohoho i got into an accident again

2005-08-21T16:29:00.000+08:00

i was picking up sheng from his place (after waiting 30 bloody minutes under his void deck at 3 in the bloody morning. hello? manner please.) with william in the car waiting as well. so he finally came down fucking late as usual and i was just turning out of the lane when i was this red toyata trying to reverse into the parking lot. so like that guy was reversing ya but there was still enough space for me to fancy (which i later found out there wasnt) squeezing my dads toyota thru and i floored my accelerator.
wow man, im never going to trust my VVTI again.
kena sai, i thought i made it through but the bugger didnt see me trying to moonwalk past his car and the cars parked on the other side and *BANG* he completely scrapped the side of my car.
siao.
now this is not the first time i've langah-ed someone (nor would it be the last i suppose) but im wiser now after having gone through it before. so immediately after i hit him, i got out of the car and went in my most hostile 3rd sergeant voice " WAH LAU BRUDDER, WHY U CONTINUE TO REVERSE" and by golly did it work like a charm.
" aiyah.. i never see you mah.... "
i went over to the side of my car to inspect the damage. superficial wound with a long deep gash along the side. my dad is not going to like how im redecorating his car before i leave. then i went over to his car and saw a FUCKING DENT. ho seh liao. keep calm keep calm keep calm. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
how was it possible that my car only suffered a long scratch and managed to dent his car in the process, in addition to all that paint work i took off. but i played it cool. *pats back*
i was like grousing over and over, " alamak, how come you continue to reverse " when i jolly well knew that i was my fault. im going to hell i so know it.
so he was standing beside me looking at his car, and i was scratching my chin looking at my friends. so i said " how? sua? "
for the non hokkien initiated, sua is our local term for " forget about it " in the cool johnny depp way when he was acting in donnie brasco.
now at this point of time my friends were deadpan, just looking on like innocent bystanders but they all knew im trying to cut my losses here from the sheer fact that the fault was mine and his collateral (i love using this word. sounds so chim) damage was more. kudos to you guys.
" sua ah?.... hmm ok la, suay la tonight "
3659 exp gained. Nai has just gained a new level.

so i triumphantly walked off towards me car and he shouted " you're not going to report right? "
to which i replied " no la, im just going to have my prata "
man did i work some serious mindfuck on him. LOL

fun with maths

2005-08-17T16:48:00.000+08:00

i feel like numbers today. contrary to popular belief, virgos are not all dreamy idealistic individuals who cant count sheep to get to sleep. we are actually quite mathematically inclined as i am about to show you.

1) Laksa + Kopi Bing + Fag = Lao sai. 9/10

This triple combination is more potent than any known forumla for lao sai. nothing short of a badly fried oa lua ; that is unfresh oysters on egg can beat my laxative solution of Laksa + Kopi Bing + Fag. Guarantee Lao sai, anywhere, everytime. Add 5 points if your laksa has hum. ^^

2) qing se(yi taio long) + ping hu + zi mo= 15 fan

fan value
1 $0.20
2 $0.40
3 $0.80
4 $1.60
5 $3.20
6 $6.40
7 $12.80
8 $25.60
9 $ 51.20
10 $102.40
11 $204.80
12 $409.60
13 $819.20
14 $1638.4
15 $3276.80

now if we were playing old school hong kong mahjong rules, everyone had to cough out $3276.80 each. multiply that by 3, i would have netted 10k in that round. now because we are nice (and poor) people, we capped it at 5 fan. which i far exceeded. so in the end everyone had to pay moi $6.40 (zi mo). needless to say i had to pay for prata following that. and yes, its the biggest i ever gamed in 3 years or playing mahjong.

my dear friends

2005-08-14T13:32:00.000+08:00

"he's been pretty fucked lately by a girl. man, wake up dude. this aint no fairy tale shit. girls dun dig nice guys anymore. sometimes u gotta be mean to be kind. screw all the bitches n we shall conquer *winks*" - william

"Nai.

I feel sorry for the man. Part of me wanted to say, "No, I don't think it's a good idea. It just doesn't sound good. It doesn't look good either.", but what could I say? I couldn't say that to you can I? You were so happy. You were over the moon. You were in love. Sh*te. So all I could say was, "Yeah, man, go for it! Make it the best month you ever had in this stupid place." I'm sorry that you're feeling this way now. But sh*te happens, man. I was seriously thinking that it would work out for the both of you. But..." - Joel

"Milkman Milkman this is Maple stop holding back alright. So what if her wallpaper is not encouraging? If you're the man make her change it. Play the game and the wallpaper will change. We're nice guys but I still play to win. I'm not going let you lose to some half ass chiongster who probably doesn't even know what a star is. I mean sure he might have more experience at drinking and proabably sex than you but think of it this way what else does he have? Make a loud bang before you leave and let her remember that Milk was the best thing God ever gave to her world." - Sheng

gonna miss you guys once i leave. take-care fellas and stay positive man.

RSM Vs. CO part: 1

2005-08-13T18:18:00.000+08:00

was checking out the drag races and the autobabes at marina south when i came across this really cute contrast.

we have always known the life of a specialist is a shitty one. but this just compounds it man. lol.

Winner: CO

what is wrong with this picture

2005-08-13T17:08:00.000+08:00

aunt mary aka miss summons was making her rounds around this tranquil hdb bishan block. the only difference between this setting and others was that i took this picture at 4:35 am in the morning. after playing mahjong at sheng's place we were going off for supper when we spotted her.
i say hdb is paying these people too much money man.

im was bored

2005-08-12T02:24:00.000+08:00

You scored as Soft. You are nice and soft, you love everyone and
everyone loves you, while you are fiery or too exciting,
you are always pleasant.

Soft

100%

Hot

75%

Exciting

50%

Violent

50%

Sweet

50%

Shy

19%

Wet

19%

Awkward

What is your sexual style?
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ok lets not end the night with such a sad note

2005-08-09T03:07:00.000+08:00

" the beauty about love is that you dont need a reason to. " - yours truly.

despondent

2005-08-09T01:41:00.000+08:00

do you find youself awake at night
wondering why this world has so much blight
when doing wrong seems almost right
why has our conscious, all but taken flight

we are in the passing of time
ephemeral beings shrouded in dark

o' fly so free my dear ol' lark

have we lost our human touch?
in this blind pursuit of bauble objects
that seek to compensate our sense of reject
but wherein the answer lies in our heart.

o' fly so free my dear ol' lark

i think that i, might have been born in the wrong era
where idealist dreams still exist on that terra
when doing right seems ala' naturale
and us not locked in our cold and lonely cell

o'fly so free my dear ol' lark, fly, fly.

dont need one.

2005-08-08T22:43:00.000+08:00

i seriously think that the more intelligent a person becomes, the lonelier he gets.