SHIOKudo!!!
i was in heaven today, or at least tasted it.
why didn't anyone tell me about shokudo earlier??? for those of you as ulu-fied (living on another planet) and swaku-fied (ignorant) as me, it's this japanese version of marche at raffles city and i think i almost cried when i stepped inside today. all things japanese and yummy (and whale-less) under one roof! it's really dangerous though. they give you this card when you step inside so that every time you order something at any one of the stalls, they scan your card and key your order in (like marche). and with the amount of good food in that little place, you could get carried away with all that swiping and go into an epileptic fit when you present your card to pay. i had salmon sashimi, cha soba, yakitori and i stole some of jeevan's rosti and papa's yummy vege thingy and his waffle with ice cream and everything was sooooo good. even now, i'm just dreaming of the yakitori asparagus wrapped in bacon in my mouth and i'm going weak in the knees. aaargh! i wanted to order so many more things like the unagi and the omelette thingy and the japanese pizzas and alot of sushi and i am going mad thinking about it. my goodness, to think it was a stone's throw away from school and low-life-no-life-shireen-who-scrams-from-school-whenever-she-can only just discovered it like...NOW??? 3 weeks before my SMU school life ends??
ok, shokudo has got to be my favourite restaurant for now. it's just really fun having such a wide selection of (quality) japanese food and i don't think any other restaurant has ever got me this lovesick after being separated from it. oh that asparagus wrapped in bacon and that salmon sashimi. just gotta have it. NOW!
my goodness, what a frivolous decadent post. how ar. week 13. 2 research proposals, 2 presentations, 1 quiz, 2 exams, 1 community service report (overdue by 4 years), internship research and meeting with boos, left to go. how ar, how ar, how ar! i hope i can go back there to eat soon. wanna join me?
mmmmmmm...asparagus...bacon......night night.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
i love mac. i seriously do.
why am i blogging one-liners these days, you ask? well, i blog here sometimes too. perhaps, i'll double-post my entries there over here as well in the future.
week 13, the dreaded week 13, is arriving. cowabunga! lets go!
why am i blogging one-liners these days, you ask? well, i blog here sometimes too. perhaps, i'll double-post my entries there over here as well in the future.
week 13, the dreaded week 13, is arriving. cowabunga! lets go!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
it's a different kind of conversation....
had an interesting conversation just now. something about it makes me cringe and yet laugh because it's just so nonsensical. people are people are people.
_: there's coke?
me, in jest: eh *, hurry pour for me before _ finishes it all!
_: i haven't had dinner the last four days!
me, perplexed: what's that got to do with coke? (and i was seriously wrecking my aching brain)
_, immediately: bla yaddea (some thing along those lines in some strange tongue in an attempt to shut me up)
me, still perplexed, but even more so after the burst of tongues: what's that got to do with drinking coke?
_: bla yaddea chika muka (more tongues followed by the silent treatment)
oh and by the way, this wasn't a conversation between two 5-year-olds. that may have been a little more intelligent. chika muka yalalalalalalalala!!!!!!!!!!!
....in our coke heads
had an interesting conversation just now. something about it makes me cringe and yet laugh because it's just so nonsensical. people are people are people.
_: there's coke?
me, in jest: eh *, hurry pour for me before _ finishes it all!
_: i haven't had dinner the last four days!
me, perplexed: what's that got to do with coke? (and i was seriously wrecking my aching brain)
_, immediately: bla yaddea (some thing along those lines in some strange tongue in an attempt to shut me up)
me, still perplexed, but even more so after the burst of tongues: what's that got to do with drinking coke?
_: bla yaddea chika muka (more tongues followed by the silent treatment)
oh and by the way, this wasn't a conversation between two 5-year-olds. that may have been a little more intelligent. chika muka yalalalalalalalala!!!!!!!!!!!
caught broken social scene's concert at the esplanade just now. reached pretty late because i was stuck in an insane jam at orchard. jams. gross. ended up sitting alone which was really fine by me because i was aching too much inside out, in every way possible, in every muscle i can think of, the heart included, and even those tiny ones on your eyelids, to do anything else other than sit down and stone. a concert hall full of people jumping up from their seats and screaming sweet nothings to their idols on stage and then there's little miss oldielocks sitting in a corner, giving herself a neck massage. haha.
i wish they played more echoey stuff. i love strings and base. ambient, but not too much. it needs to have soul, and bass gives some soul because of its depth. the trumpets and sax were a nice touch. and the way they used their instruments to do stuff were pretty creative.
a classic line when the lead singer forgot what was the next chord in one of the songs.
"i don't feel bad that i forgot the song. i know you expect me to but i don't feel bad. i'm over it. are you?"
to which the crowd gleefully laps it all up and gives a resounding "of course we're over it" in the form of some kinda...noise.
and another.
"this is not a scary place. don't be afraid, it's not scary...you have those pictures of a man pointing a gun at another man's back (refering to signs in singapore at restricted areas)...hey that's art man!!"
to which the crowd begins to hail him as their guru with another throng of woohoos and whoas and yeas and aaaahs.
but well, as much as i'm trying to sound enthusiastic, i'm actually really tired. and my heart just wasn't completely there. it couldn't really be now, could it?
goodnight anonymous readers of skunkeroonie. god bless you.
i wish they played more echoey stuff. i love strings and base. ambient, but not too much. it needs to have soul, and bass gives some soul because of its depth. the trumpets and sax were a nice touch. and the way they used their instruments to do stuff were pretty creative.
a classic line when the lead singer forgot what was the next chord in one of the songs.
"i don't feel bad that i forgot the song. i know you expect me to but i don't feel bad. i'm over it. are you?"
to which the crowd gleefully laps it all up and gives a resounding "of course we're over it" in the form of some kinda...noise.
and another.
"this is not a scary place. don't be afraid, it's not scary...you have those pictures of a man pointing a gun at another man's back (refering to signs in singapore at restricted areas)...hey that's art man!!"
to which the crowd begins to hail him as their guru with another throng of woohoos and whoas and yeas and aaaahs.
but well, as much as i'm trying to sound enthusiastic, i'm actually really tired. and my heart just wasn't completely there. it couldn't really be now, could it?
goodnight anonymous readers of skunkeroonie. god bless you.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
it's a different kind of conversation.....
excuse the dearth of entries. it happens when i need an escape. i need new experiences to release some epinephrine and norepinephrine a.k.a. happy juice. i need a jolt, an electric shock, a splash into the deep, a boost into the cosmos.
u2's "your blue room" is an amazing song in every sense. it's one of those songs that's hard to get sick of even if you listen to it over and over again. the worse thing i can do is to pick it apart and analyse it.
i wonder, if you manage to pick apart something totally, you'd be left with these little pieces. atomised; electrons, protons, neutrons and is there anything smaller than that? do we know for sure? isn't the beauty in how it all comes together in different combinations? the whole? isn't that what makes you marvel at the tiny details in the first place? that something so glorious emerged from their insignificance?
or look at a human face. we see a perfectly pretty face and try to pick it apart. ok, ugly nose. hmmm, eyes are too small. ok mouth is too big. cheeks a bit chubby? you reduce a perfectly pretty face to a few adjectives about its different parts, forgetting that the whole was in fact beautiful and how every feature came together so perfectly. you forget about the way it touched your heart and jolted your senses.
and here i am analysing what it is to analyse. my life pretty much spirals into a paradox these days. like how i sometimes feel/know i'm living a lie, admitting truthfully that i am, thus in a way, being true and honest with myself. this is all so tripped.
back to my psychology books, the mother of human analysis.
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......your blue room.
excuse the dearth of entries. it happens when i need an escape. i need new experiences to release some epinephrine and norepinephrine a.k.a. happy juice. i need a jolt, an electric shock, a splash into the deep, a boost into the cosmos.
u2's "your blue room" is an amazing song in every sense. it's one of those songs that's hard to get sick of even if you listen to it over and over again. the worse thing i can do is to pick it apart and analyse it.
i wonder, if you manage to pick apart something totally, you'd be left with these little pieces. atomised; electrons, protons, neutrons and is there anything smaller than that? do we know for sure? isn't the beauty in how it all comes together in different combinations? the whole? isn't that what makes you marvel at the tiny details in the first place? that something so glorious emerged from their insignificance?
or look at a human face. we see a perfectly pretty face and try to pick it apart. ok, ugly nose. hmmm, eyes are too small. ok mouth is too big. cheeks a bit chubby? you reduce a perfectly pretty face to a few adjectives about its different parts, forgetting that the whole was in fact beautiful and how every feature came together so perfectly. you forget about the way it touched your heart and jolted your senses.
and here i am analysing what it is to analyse. my life pretty much spirals into a paradox these days. like how i sometimes feel/know i'm living a lie, admitting truthfully that i am, thus in a way, being true and honest with myself. this is all so tripped.
back to my psychology books, the mother of human analysis.
...