is today's magic number.
ORD loh.
Sunday, September 28, 2003
20-sided dice
Or a singapore food guide. That's what we need. In rather predictable 2L fashion, a bunch of us went out for movie and then dinner, and of course we only decided where to go for dinner after the movie, coz, well, it just doesn't make sense to plan these things ahead of time, y'know? and it's so unspontaneously unfun. So yaox, eugene, filbie, chin, jxhuang and me were standing around wondering where to eat (the movie ended at around 7:30: aside: don't watch once upon a time in mexico unless you're feeling ready for some mental somersaults or someone's pointing a guitar case at the small of your back. The plot is just.....woah. It confounds you and then blows you away. With a double barreled shotgun. Of course, after the whole movie ends you're just left wondering 'WTF?' with no clear impression of what just happened except that it involved guns and things exploding.) until we decided we should check out the new paragon extension, which has a name which i've forgotten.
So after discarding the obviously-crowded marche (oktoberfest! (sic)) we head to paragon, only to discover that it was even more crowded, and there really wasn't anything much to eat there for cheap, although there was a spagheddies which i must check out some time in the future when the whole place has settled down. Spagheddies rates as my fav italian restaurant to go to when you're feeling like blowing money on a meal. And then we spend some more time discussing where to go, coz the queues were way too long to be worth it. And yaox goes to buy a drink. And yaox comes back. And we're still discussing where to go. In the end we decide lau pa sat is a nice new place we haven't been to, since holland V is too far away (yea fil, it IS.) and there's nothing left to eat in orchard which isn't expensive/overcrowded on a weekend. And then we Discuss how to get there, since fil and yaox had cars at yaox's house, but parking near LPS is pretty mad on a weekend. And to cut a long story short, after an hour or so and walking up towards somerset MRT (one stop closer to raffles place) and walking back up to orchard MRT (one stop closer to yaox's house) and multiple changes of venue, we finally decide on taking the cars there, since fil needed his car to get home after that eventually. So we proceed to yaox's house, and upon hitting the MRT, we decide that hey, why not just eat here?
So we did.
I think most of our deliberation is pretty pointless, and though we may bitch about it later sometimes, nobody really cares where we eat, just that we eventually eat when we're hungry. Of course it's nice to have grand plans to watch cool movies and eat at places with the best hor fun in singapore and whatnots, eventually it doesn't matter as long as there's eyecandy to laugh at (or with) and food to put in your stomach while joking with good company. I mean... there's only so many people who'll listen in rapt attention to the lieberman-frosh effect (or Leidenfrost or whatever) and then make jokes about straws scooting around the room.....
So after discarding the obviously-crowded marche (oktoberfest! (sic)) we head to paragon, only to discover that it was even more crowded, and there really wasn't anything much to eat there for cheap, although there was a spagheddies which i must check out some time in the future when the whole place has settled down. Spagheddies rates as my fav italian restaurant to go to when you're feeling like blowing money on a meal. And then we spend some more time discussing where to go, coz the queues were way too long to be worth it. And yaox goes to buy a drink. And yaox comes back. And we're still discussing where to go. In the end we decide lau pa sat is a nice new place we haven't been to, since holland V is too far away (yea fil, it IS.) and there's nothing left to eat in orchard which isn't expensive/overcrowded on a weekend. And then we Discuss how to get there, since fil and yaox had cars at yaox's house, but parking near LPS is pretty mad on a weekend. And to cut a long story short, after an hour or so and walking up towards somerset MRT (one stop closer to raffles place) and walking back up to orchard MRT (one stop closer to yaox's house) and multiple changes of venue, we finally decide on taking the cars there, since fil needed his car to get home after that eventually. So we proceed to yaox's house, and upon hitting the MRT, we decide that hey, why not just eat here?
So we did.
I think most of our deliberation is pretty pointless, and though we may bitch about it later sometimes, nobody really cares where we eat, just that we eventually eat when we're hungry. Of course it's nice to have grand plans to watch cool movies and eat at places with the best hor fun in singapore and whatnots, eventually it doesn't matter as long as there's eyecandy to laugh at (or with) and food to put in your stomach while joking with good company. I mean... there's only so many people who'll listen in rapt attention to the lieberman-frosh effect (or Leidenfrost or whatever) and then make jokes about straws scooting around the room.....
Saturday, September 20, 2003
SNH SNH SNH. 190903, 1500h
So what then, is worse than death? For all our small pity troubles and worries, all the grouses of a few hours extra spent working, or a liost privilege or two, a bit of money owed here and a nagging ache there, nothing can compare to the loss of a loved one. THe unexpected excision of part of your life. I guess it doesn't matter if you kept regular contact or not, you might not have seen the person in a decade, bu the mots irreversible fact is that you never had a chance to say your last goodbyes. Can you ever REALLY be prepared for the death of someone you know? Or worse, your own death? I don't believe so. For all the preparations and the wills and the settling of unsettled stuff, even if you go in the most peaceful way, the hole will still be there. Nothing can fill in the place a person leaves in your life, sometimes. The only solution? Not to have loved the person at all in the first place. Which is not to have known the person at all. Hurt arises from love. How tragic.
Death is a tragic thing. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's tragic, because if you're dead, you not be living anymore Death is only tragic because of what you could have achieved and done in life. Is life intrinsically good and death intrinsically bad? Life has the potential for good, I guess, as well as evil, and Death has the potential to walk through walls and speak in capital letters.
SNH.
Death is a tragic thing. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's tragic, because if you're dead, you not be living anymore Death is only tragic because of what you could have achieved and done in life. Is life intrinsically good and death intrinsically bad? Life has the potential for good, I guess, as well as evil, and Death has the potential to walk through walls and speak in capital letters.
SNH.
A hazy shade of winter
Taken to writing blog entries in camp and then posting it at home. More efficient use of time, and i can get stuff off my chest when i need to, too.
so: 170903
It's highly chastising to realise you're growing old. And you're not as young and indestrctible and invulnerable as you once believed yourself to be. It's a back to earth slam and a "hello, this is your body speaking, you better bloody take care of me or i'll go on strike, you selfish carefree @#$#%". I guess when you're smaller all these diseases and illnesses are just things that happen to other people, and whatever you land yourself in, every little scrape and broken bone and bout of flu is just a temporary encumbrance and you'll heal soon enough. For most people anyway. I guess i'm lucky enough to not have to bear with anything really long term... no weakened joints or anything, but sometimes something happens and it scares you just enough to remind you that you're not so invulnerable (anymore). Which is why I now pledge to drink a lot a lot a lot more, and in so doing achieve my personal campaign to reduce-the-size-of-the-mothball-in-the-second-urinal-from-the-left-compared-to-the-oters-in-the-toilet-in-the-middle-of-the-second-storey. 'course, that's also secondary to my expose-the-deadly-biological-agents-that-SAF-is-growing-in-my-fourth-floor-toilet-next-to-my-bunk campaign.
Yam Seng.
so: 170903
It's highly chastising to realise you're growing old. And you're not as young and indestrctible and invulnerable as you once believed yourself to be. It's a back to earth slam and a "hello, this is your body speaking, you better bloody take care of me or i'll go on strike, you selfish carefree @#$#%". I guess when you're smaller all these diseases and illnesses are just things that happen to other people, and whatever you land yourself in, every little scrape and broken bone and bout of flu is just a temporary encumbrance and you'll heal soon enough. For most people anyway. I guess i'm lucky enough to not have to bear with anything really long term... no weakened joints or anything, but sometimes something happens and it scares you just enough to remind you that you're not so invulnerable (anymore). Which is why I now pledge to drink a lot a lot a lot more, and in so doing achieve my personal campaign to reduce-the-size-of-the-mothball-in-the-second-urinal-from-the-left-compared-to-the-oters-in-the-toilet-in-the-middle-of-the-second-storey. 'course, that's also secondary to my expose-the-deadly-biological-agents-that-SAF-is-growing-in-my-fourth-floor-toilet-next-to-my-bunk campaign.
Yam Seng.
Saturday, September 13, 2003
Power Corrupts.
Haven't blogged in ages. Of course the main reason is the ubiquitous army... it takes up too much of my time, I really should get myself out of it, don't you think? But then my computer went wonky and the fan for the power supply decided to make funny noises, and I get freaked out and turn my computer off. Frankly, when your computer starts making loud grinding noises, it's scarier than a bad American horror movie, which the people downstairs are watching now: and includes the token chainsaw scene, as well as a bathroom scene, and of course the killer is masked with a plastic toy-looking doll face which has this eerie smile etched into it, since he's not a doll himself. So cookie-cutter. The end result of all that is that i'm now blogging from my cousin's house, where my niece just had her first double-digit birthday, (don't you feel old?) since my computer's down and there's nothing to watch on TV and i keep losing at blackjack when i play with those darned 15 year old kids.
to be continued... when i fix up my new power supply, which unfortunately has a wire which is 5cm too short so i can't give power to my CD-drive until i move it one slot lower, which i can't do coz the screw holding it in has lost its grip on its head.
sigh.
to be continued... when i fix up my new power supply, which unfortunately has a wire which is 5cm too short so i can't give power to my CD-drive until i move it one slot lower, which i can't do coz the screw holding it in has lost its grip on its head.
sigh.
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