photos galore
I finally managed to overcome my procrastination and transfered some of the pics i took during the past 2 weeks.
CHRISTMAS IN AUGUST DINNER
It's a strange tradition that down under, the aussies celebrate X'mas smack in the middle of what Santa would consider Summer in the comfort of his home in Scandinavia or whatever place in the northern hemisphere. Bah...it's just another excuse to get drunk.
That's our cafeteria in Trinity College. Do not be fooled by the decor, beyond the facade lies a severe dearth in cultured cuisine and courtesy (from the kitchen staff at least)
It's interesting how true cultural exchange only occurs when we're all tipsy and drunk. In reciprocation to the aussies's introduction to their weird version of an August X'mas, we introduced the Singapore YAM SENG. Check out the ang moh at the bottom right corner in the top photo. For some reason he was super enthusiastic and kept shouting over and over 'I know the MERLION! I KNOW THE MERLION!!!' Little did he know, that in SAF lexcicon, Merlion is not only a noun but also a verb, something he must have oriented with later that evening considering how much he drank. Well anyway, apart from Yam Seng, we succeeded in extending the depth of his knowledge on Singapore by teaching him to say 'BO TAH BO LAN PAH!'...which he then happily recited for the rest of the night. Now who says caucasians are the only rowdy lot.
The drunken masters and mistresses of Trinity. Me and Davin were trying to lick Keith's ear...dun ask me why. The be-spectacled guy at the right hand side is none other than our infamous Arab, Shaddi!(refer to earlier posts)
The prim and proper Azn gentlemen of Trinity College...before the alcohol came into effect that is!
A not-so prim and proper Keith demonstrating what he learnt during first aid lessons in the army on Voon. Just check out where his left hand is....
Despite like a good 5-6 glasses of wine, half a bottle of beer, and god knows how much goon (some really cheap wine that comes in a bag, somewhat like an oversized ribena pack), i still managed to complete my macroecons tute AND wake up on time for my 8 am lecture the next day. It's weird that i actually feel more focused when i am tipsy and the prose for the essay just flowed. Maybe that's why Li Bai the poet was able to write such great poems. We should all get wasted the night before our exams, and that should do the trick in unleashing the full-potential of our innate sub-conscious.
After weeks of big fish, big meat in Trinity, to our delight, Robin salvaged our gastromonic integrity by inviting us for a bah ku teh dinner at his place. I cannot overstate how great that meal was, it brought back the Singaporean in us. In the words of Ewan Mc Gregor in Trainspotting, 'take the best orgasm you ever had, and mutiply it by a thousand times and you are still nowhere near. ABSOLUTELY ORGASMIC!!!!!
CHRISTMAS IN AUGUST DINNER
It's a strange tradition that down under, the aussies celebrate X'mas smack in the middle of what Santa would consider Summer in the comfort of his home in Scandinavia or whatever place in the northern hemisphere. Bah...it's just another excuse to get drunk.
That's our cafeteria in Trinity College. Do not be fooled by the decor, beyond the facade lies a severe dearth in cultured cuisine and courtesy (from the kitchen staff at least)
It's interesting how true cultural exchange only occurs when we're all tipsy and drunk. In reciprocation to the aussies's introduction to their weird version of an August X'mas, we introduced the Singapore YAM SENG. Check out the ang moh at the bottom right corner in the top photo. For some reason he was super enthusiastic and kept shouting over and over 'I know the MERLION! I KNOW THE MERLION!!!' Little did he know, that in SAF lexcicon, Merlion is not only a noun but also a verb, something he must have oriented with later that evening considering how much he drank. Well anyway, apart from Yam Seng, we succeeded in extending the depth of his knowledge on Singapore by teaching him to say 'BO TAH BO LAN PAH!'...which he then happily recited for the rest of the night. Now who says caucasians are the only rowdy lot.
The drunken masters and mistresses of Trinity. Me and Davin were trying to lick Keith's ear...dun ask me why. The be-spectacled guy at the right hand side is none other than our infamous Arab, Shaddi!(refer to earlier posts)
The prim and proper Azn gentlemen of Trinity College...before the alcohol came into effect that is!
A not-so prim and proper Keith demonstrating what he learnt during first aid lessons in the army on Voon. Just check out where his left hand is....
Despite like a good 5-6 glasses of wine, half a bottle of beer, and god knows how much goon (some really cheap wine that comes in a bag, somewhat like an oversized ribena pack), i still managed to complete my macroecons tute AND wake up on time for my 8 am lecture the next day. It's weird that i actually feel more focused when i am tipsy and the prose for the essay just flowed. Maybe that's why Li Bai the poet was able to write such great poems. We should all get wasted the night before our exams, and that should do the trick in unleashing the full-potential of our innate sub-conscious.
After weeks of big fish, big meat in Trinity, to our delight, Robin salvaged our gastromonic integrity by inviting us for a bah ku teh dinner at his place. I cannot overstate how great that meal was, it brought back the Singaporean in us. In the words of Ewan Mc Gregor in Trainspotting, 'take the best orgasm you ever had, and mutiply it by a thousand times and you are still nowhere near. ABSOLUTELY ORGASMIC!!!!!
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