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I have, in fact, received complaints that the 30 - second track on my blog was quite irritating, something I was unsure of in the beginning because I can hear the full song since I was the one who uploaded it. Ok then, because now I've changed the song to one that I have ensured is the full track and is given the Dai seal of quality - You Know It's There. Slogan all rights reserved and copyright 2007.
Let's see, I'm probably not going to update for a long time from now, since I am going to start on my job soon. This is, a scenario I'm looking at very often now, as in the case of Kyou's blog, which used to be updated everyday, is now reduced to, I don't know what because of the lack of time. It's robbing us of our youth! We're becoming dull adults!
Anyway, to make this a bumper update, I am going to bore you with my experience at the North Indian Restaurant when I went to Mustafa to shop. Let's see. My family was like, the only Chinese people there and it really felt like I was in some foreign land as a tourist since I really can't put a mental picture to any of the Menu items and I just ordered something I heard on TV before - naan. It didn't help that my dad was constantly looking at the food that was on the table to the left of us and asking the woman there what it was - naan.
And even after he knew what it was, he still looked and looked. But the woman was really nice about it. She even gave a description of it and offered some for us to try. Soon, her husband arrived. And there was something weird I noticed. When her husband sat down, she stood up immediately. And remained standing for the whole time they were there. What a weirdo. I'm talking equality of sexes. Well, the husband was drinking his coffee and really, it was served in quite a weird way. There was a tall, round cylinder full of the coffee and the milk was in a shorter but wider cylinder below it. And you're supposed to pour it around Teh Tarik style. They took drink orders very literally. My milk tea appeared milk in one and tea in one. My bro's ginger tea appeared Ginger (juice?) in one and tea in one.
The waiter's accent was also very strong. Were they by any chance native Indians? In fact, it was so strong that the poor guy was like repeating "Butter naan, butter naan." over and over again but my mom kept interpreting it as "Mutton naan" until I told her that there wasn't even mutton naan in the whole freaking menu. Then she gave a stifled laugh. Awkward.
That's it. I'm going off to play my Company of Heroes. It's actually quite a good game. Go get it.
To make it an even more bumper issue, I am going to upload a few irrelevant pictures. Just for the fun of it.
Yes, I was a member of the school band. Just not anymore.
The mystery of the tetra-pak beverages I never figured out how to open.
Optical illusion! What does Shaun look like he's doing?
Ans: Learning a maths question from Pat?!
Let's see, I'm probably not going to update for a long time from now, since I am going to start on my job soon. This is, a scenario I'm looking at very often now, as in the case of Kyou's blog, which used to be updated everyday, is now reduced to, I don't know what because of the lack of time. It's robbing us of our youth! We're becoming dull adults!
Anyway, to make this a bumper update, I am going to bore you with my experience at the North Indian Restaurant when I went to Mustafa to shop. Let's see. My family was like, the only Chinese people there and it really felt like I was in some foreign land as a tourist since I really can't put a mental picture to any of the Menu items and I just ordered something I heard on TV before - naan. It didn't help that my dad was constantly looking at the food that was on the table to the left of us and asking the woman there what it was - naan.
And even after he knew what it was, he still looked and looked. But the woman was really nice about it. She even gave a description of it and offered some for us to try. Soon, her husband arrived. And there was something weird I noticed. When her husband sat down, she stood up immediately. And remained standing for the whole time they were there. What a weirdo. I'm talking equality of sexes. Well, the husband was drinking his coffee and really, it was served in quite a weird way. There was a tall, round cylinder full of the coffee and the milk was in a shorter but wider cylinder below it. And you're supposed to pour it around Teh Tarik style. They took drink orders very literally. My milk tea appeared milk in one and tea in one. My bro's ginger tea appeared Ginger (juice?) in one and tea in one.
The waiter's accent was also very strong. Were they by any chance native Indians? In fact, it was so strong that the poor guy was like repeating "Butter naan, butter naan." over and over again but my mom kept interpreting it as "Mutton naan" until I told her that there wasn't even mutton naan in the whole freaking menu. Then she gave a stifled laugh. Awkward.
That's it. I'm going off to play my Company of Heroes. It's actually quite a good game. Go get it.
To make it an even more bumper issue, I am going to upload a few irrelevant pictures. Just for the fun of it.
Yes, I was a member of the school band. Just not anymore.
The mystery of the tetra-pak beverages I never figured out how to open.
Optical illusion! What does Shaun look like he's doing?
Ans: Learning a maths question from Pat?!