The Indian Takahina 2

What does this pic reminds u off?



him?

Welcome to India Taj Mahal everyone.

Anyways, after the 16 days army trip, we went off for our R & R. And naturally the MUST go place will be Taj Mahal. After all one of the primary objective for Takahina in India is to touch mahal.



The coach ride along the way is highly exhaustive. In a sense that you sit 6 hours in a coach and feel helpless at whatever is happening in the area.



Some "scenic" shots here and there. It's quite appealing to observe the way they live their life. You won't know either it's sad because it's very poor and full of hardship, or just simply slack and carefree with no stress.



But anyways, I feel like a celebrity there. It's like everyone along the streets will look at you as if they have never seen a freaking yellow skin coupled with black hair.

Or maybe they see business.

Anyways, some incident happened along the way.

One of our coaches hit one of the cyclist along the way. From the first day I stepped in India I know traffic accidents die die will happen. It's like the auntie attitude I mentioned before. They never let you pass. They will horn as if there's no tomorrow and horning is like saying.

"hi"

It's really WTF. I thought I've seen bad in Hainan Island China. India is shittier. This proves why Chun Li in Street Fighter is much better developed than Dhalsim.

So the coach knocked this cyclist. The windscreen instantly cracked and you can see the creepy cracklines flowing down the whole front panel. Damn freaky. The driver went down to check on that Indian guy while the rest of the village, just rushed over to the scene machiam The Rock just laid the smack down on a person.

Takahina was in another coach. Only seeing the locals around having either excited faces or worried faces. The excited faces takes 90%.

Anyway, some of the people in that incidental coach went down for a smoking break. The scene they saw is as such:

"The guy was lying down with blood spilled and flowing all over the ground. His mouth seems to be oozing blood out. And naturally he's unconscious."

Or some thing similar to it.

The bus driver then seeing the situation, immediately called EVERYONE back to their coaches. Rushing them and stuff. And we drove off.

Hit and run.

After all, 1.1 Billion population with more than 1/4 of them being unrecognized or can't be bothered by the government. Deplorable. Die 1 more guy doesn't make a difference la hor. I mean that dead guy would do better achievement by quarreling with Ah Beng of Singapore and having some great speech happening in Singapore.

Anyways, soon after around 4+ we reached the legendary Taj Mahal.



See the crowd. Along the pathway up to Taj Mahal, there was like paddlers promoting their stuff.

"Taj Mahal keychain, only 100 rupees"
"Nice bracelet and chains, 200 rupees."
"Kamasutra, 150 rupees."

One of my friends responded to the Kamasutra.

"Got DVD one??"

The walk there was like constant pestering whore. It's like worse than Bush trying to get votes for another presidency. Irritating. Then some of the paddlers are like fucking small kids.



The whole way in consist of a few archways. First is like a road down this certain garden which was now full of camel shit and paddlers. After that you'll reach this gateway where only those who paid can enter. Then slowly you'll walk to this certain mini Taj Mahal which is in redhill colours.















The Mini Taj.



And it expanded itself.

Anyways, we reached the straight center of the place and you'll see it's like a symetrical stand alone by itself. Machaim a mini taj la. The patterns and everything you see on the structure is a direct symetrical wonder by itself. Engineering wise and designing wise, it's magic.



Anyway, past this small taj and...



The real deal appears. With a building of such a big scale it's freaking difficult to get a perfect shot of it. But then you can see the majestic of the place. It's big. It's white.

Anyways, my friends and I began goofing around...



Center guy is Edwin, right side is Rue and left is yours truly.



The Sexy Takahina.



Look at Takahina holding Taj Mahal.



More pics of Taj Mahal. Getting bored?

We reached the building soon after and noticed something. We need to take off our shoes, or we can place a cloth covering over our shoes. Most of the locals did the former.



I love their sense of humour.

Slowly we walked up and finally..



Mission Objective Achieved! Touched Mahal!

We later started walking in the place. It's not really allowed to take photo so you'll just be reading more stuff by Takahina.

The inside is some sort like a Holy Grail thingy, with a cage in and 2 coffins in it. Read on Taj Mahal history and you'll know one is a Queen, the other... should be the King if I never remember wrongly. But anyways, the place inside is completely holy and dark. But still it's like symetrical everywhere. Really just symetrical, even the cage itself and the positions of the coffins.

Don't know who the fuck planned it. But he must be good at geographics. And he orgasm to symetrical stuff.

I walked around a little... then eventually reached like the backyard of the place.







The 2 pics below is like the view from Taj Mahal. It's quite nice really.. but it was a little destroyed with that smell lurking constantly in the air.



Try to read it. Even the words engraved on the Gate frame is symetrical. DAMN GAY.

Hmmm... den just moved around with photos and slow walk around the area while the locals will be pushing us around. Sad to say they really don't seem to have manners, I mean, it's like their culture don't really regard such as a culture, it doesn't seem offensive to them but it does to us. So yeah...



A pic of the Mini Taj. Look at the fountain. You always see in the postcards they were like on and flowing around or something. GUESS WHAT?!?! NOOOO... It's mosquito breeding ground!

Aedes Mosquitos rock on.

Hokay... it's time to leave so we were on our way out. Here's the fun thing.

"Sir sir, Taj Mahal Keychains, 200 Rupees, 200 Rupees!! For 12, good buy good buy."

Takahina decided... it's time to do some flirting.

"How much u say?"

"200 Rupees Sir, 200.."

"No no, 100 Rupees."

"Ok ok, Sir, 100 Rupees..."

Wow, he's damn casual with the price. I need to flirt somemore. Takahina just continued walking down the street not saying anything, but just smiling and shaking my head.

:)

"Ok sir ok, 50 Rupees, 50 Rupees!!"

Takahina still diam diam. Slowly he's reaching the entrance gate.

"Ok sir, 25 Rupees, Sir please 25 Rupees."

Hmmm... Takahina decided to patronise him.

"Ok, 10, 10 Rupees I buy."

"Ok sir no problem, 10."

As I took out 10 Rupees... he said something.

"Sir, 10 Singapore Dollars sir."

Pissed off, I staggered off to my bus.

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The last Indian Takahina, The Indian Takahina 3 next!!

The Indian Takahina 1

Just about a few weeks ago la, Takahina went to this sacred country of the east. It has 1.1 Billion of population and I suspect they have about the same number of loose Cow Shit hanging around in the streets waiting to be picked up or stepped on.


Anyways, I went to India.

Sounds impossible yeah?

I'm like coerced to go over to India, NS training mah.

Went there for this exercise, but then throughout the whole trip i'm more like a sai kang warrior, do wu eh bo eh, Safety Spec 1 moment, Int Spec 1 moment. It's quite ridiculous that Takahina's presence is even needed la. Edwin maybe, but not Takahina. Heh Heh Heh..

I can't talk too much bout the Ex there lar in case ISA come over and squeeze my lan. But few things I can say.

1. India is fucking hot.

I mean literally, fucking hot. It's like you let a bottle of water sit in the desert for just few minutes, it'll be come hot water suitable for milo. Thank god our army ration pack has different types of packet drinks. Got milo la, tea la, coffee la, cereal la... So it's like we drink everyday. Then the armor vehicle's plating can be so hot, it can be an ironing board. You just place your uniform on the plating, ask a fat person to go roll over the uniform and voila the uniform is ironned along with a dead fat person scalded to death. You sleep in the bunk, you can sweat while sleeping, so it becomes a very good sauna spot actually. I know the temperature hit 49 degrees once then the training is cut due to heat warnings. Really, what is Tekong and Singapore if they keep on complaining it's hot.

2. India is fucking dry.

Even though India is hot, you don't really sweat much there. Don't ask me why cause I have no idea why. You do sweat, but then it's like you sweat 1 second, then the next second the sweat is gone in the air. What left is just the salt particles. So India proves that it can be a very good starching country. You just stand in the middle of the desert and your clothes will turn crispy and hard in just a few seconds while Singapore's will turn wet and soggy. And cow shit, dog shit whatever shit will be come like rocks, pebbles in a few minutes. You can use it to throw at someone, damn fun. No amount of water you drink seems to be enough and yeah...

It's dry. Believe me. Semen will be particles of protein and calcium in no time.


3. India has lot of fucking shit.

I mean, literally. Lots of shit.

Goat shit, Cow shit, Dog shit, Camel shit, Donkey shit. Maybe even human shit. It's like you go on a route march along the desert and throughout all the way, you can see shit.

Goat shit looks like...



Small little cute stuff. If you don't look properly you might take it as some half way done Ferrero.


Cow shit in India, doesn't look like shit.



It looks like... curry puff. Those Indian curry puff u see them sell in Mama shops?? ya??

I think I know where Indians get the idea for the shape of a curry puff. And don't ask me who that ang moh lady is. She's some random abnormal indian.

Camel Shit...



I think this pic is quite straight to the point.


4. Indians loves a certain spice which Takahina absolutely hates.

I don't know what spice or taste is it... but they add it in almost everything.

Curry
Rice
Prata
Mutton
Chicken
Noodles
Potato chips
Soft Drink O_O
Soap
Beer... yuck. :x
Shampoo

Practically... in almost every possible aspect of their love which they love.

I have no idea why they like it.

Really.

And I don't know what name that spice is called. You just go there and try out yourself.


5. The Rural Indians have a problem

Somehow, they all act like Aunties. I mean really the Singaporean aunties. First they smell, like Singaporean aunties. And they all have this very distinct spice smell which I mentioned b4.

They like to push around like Aunties you see in the morning buses and mrt trying to google their way through to some seats.

Their fashion sense... I don't quite get it. Which is like some aunties and how they like to wear night gown.


6. They don't cover their salad.

So you can expect flies to move around. No salad sauce no NOTHING. Just raw ripe and unfresh-looking vegetables with extra flies topping.

Never eat them. Trust me. Actually, you won't eat too if you see it.


Anyways, let's get started.

We departed on the 17th April and arrived there at night... it was close to 10+ when we got there while Singapore is already 12mn.



Can't help but take some pics of their taxis... which is like the pirated mini cooper or if not that they took the idea from Mr Bean. And they like to park at "no parking places".

Nice... They should try to do that in Singapore.

We went on our coaches and travelled to a hotel first to pass through the night. No, we're not going on R & R first but, just for a night rest and dinner which starts at 3am.



He looks like Ursa Warrior from the back, but he's not me. Please don't be mistaken.



Look at around 100 plus people gathering at this hotel.

And the sleeping area is just a big empty carpetted hall where we all just cramp it. From this you can see the training has already started even before we enter the camp.

The next early morning dawn we woke up and proceeded over to take the train to Jundi (I think... I forgot the name).





Look at how colourful the train is. Isn't it nice?

The whole train ride is about 6 hours, and we had our first local Indian breakfast. Didn't really taste nice imo. It's like a rice ball with curry and a bread with strange freakish spices in it. Damn weird stuff, or somehow I just can't get used to it.

And, if you feel like shitting. There is a toilet there.

Toilet Bowl Voyeur

(WARNING!! DON'T GO THERE IF YOU ABOUT TO EAT ANYTHING!)

Go on. Use it. It has footshapes fit for Hulk man.

The whole groggy trip we took was like us having many drugs and beer and smoke... head damn heavy. And it's like the train guides there were expecting HEAVY tips from us. They kept asking me...

"Eh... where you all stopping?" Guy with Turban asked.

"Oh, Camp Babina." Takahina replied.

"Oh... ok ok." Turbanned Guy nodded his head in reply.

Wait for 5 minutes later.

"Eh... where you all stopping?" Guy with Turban and a very waxy red uniform asked.

-_-

Anyways, when we reached our stop, it's like around noon and the weather is hot.



This is their standard life. Human and Cars move together on the same road on the same lane.



The motorbikes all... if yours was stolen there you won't know.

Anyways, soon after we sat in our coaches to our Camp Babina. The kids were like chasing us, hoping we could buy something from them. But they won't offering anything. Saw 1 small boy getting slapped by his bigger sister soon after when we left.

This says something about their society.

Anyways, camp photos are prohibited as I said... BUTT..

An example of the environment we trained in.



BEFORE

The cow looks to be in happiness. Because it got like the only tree with good shade around in the area.

BUTT...



AFTER!!!!

Poor Cow.

Are we gonna die like them??!?!?! Burn to death until only Takahina's fat legs are left?!

Throughout the training... of course it's tough. Our feets rotted like shit like that.

My Friend's Footrot

Disgusting Shit. Click it when you are not on medication.

Butt.. luckily there's always the kind locals and the local's mama shop.



So you get the origin of how the Singapore Mamashop came about? Yes, it's from India da...

But uncle... smile leh... relax a bit ma... smile laa...

Well, some scenaries of the training area,





You can't help but wonder how did the locals build up stuff like that in India. It's like horrichible... plus the weather omg... And it's high up on a hill. How do you even drive the bricks there is a wonder in itself.

Or maybe the whole structure is cow shit. You never know.

And introducing one of India's tank.



No that guy standing there is not Indian. But Indian has big guns which can't aim. That's why their toilets are so dirty.

During the last few days of our training there is like some phase ending dinner which involved all of us, and you can see the dinner they took in preparing.



I think I have a clue where the goat's body in this pic...



went to.

Our stomach.



And you can see the cow is loving it.

It's like the special guest of the show since it's like holy in India. So they need to showcase to us their holy cow.

The 16 days training... I won't say it's tough, since there really isn't much training involved for me. I'm more of a spec and stuff. The ones tough was the VC of the company lines doing all types of shit involved. Quite sad. And VCs don't gain much recognition from NS.. which I also understand why.

But it's never an easy job like what other units may think... just standing in the vehicle, doing nothing, no need to route march and stuff.

Yeah yeah... but imagine washing that tank you saw. You'll go high I tell you.

But for me... I'm more of like just slacking throughout the whole time, watching "Meet the spartans" and eating maggi mee while I'm not drawing maps and stuff... so yeah..

The guilty pleasures of being in S2 branch hehehehe...

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The Indian Takahina 2 coming up next!

Untitled.

After a long time, I finally cried.

Didn't thought I would, but it just erupted when I got home.

The rejection was very gentle and thoughtful, I held the tears all the way till I got home.

I thought I'll cry longer, but it didn't. The tears just stopped shortly after. Right now I'm just waiting for my second breakdown.

It's so inconvenient without your own room. You can't even find the correct mood to cry with people around in the living room.

The Dreaming Takahina

Suberidai - Tokyo Jihen



Kuki - Tokyo Jihen



Tsumi to Batsu - Tokyo Jihen



Marunouchi Sadistic - Tokyo Jihen



Gunjyo Biyori - Tokyo Jihen



Kuro Neko Do - Tokyo Jihen



Kabuki/OSCA - Tokyo Jihen



Killer Tune - Tokyo Jihen

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Notice, all of them are live. All of them are from Tokyo Jihen.

For these past few weeks while I'm waiting for my uni applications and many other personal stuff, I've been going through a very messy emotional period of my life. NTU rejected me, NUS rejected me, and I predict many many other rejections coming along my way. I start to ponder exactly what to do after NS, what to do to complete this sense of emptiness in my life. I can't exactly drink and smoke my way out can I? I'm broke and in debt as well which is quite bad.

Even though I already thought out of a future for myself in the past, that is to become financially free and carry on from there doing stuff which I want like music and pursuing my Japanese Interest. It's easy to say "financially free", but the amount of work, desire, initiative and skills needed in doing it is not exactly within my current means now. Meaning to say, I'm lost.

It's like I have a path. I have a path which I want to go and I'm willing to eat all the shit needed to go through it. But I can't find the path. Imagine me now in a clear patch of grass field in the middle of a great big jungle. 1 path brings me out, but I can't find that path. There's no path at all. I need to clear a path, but I don't exactly have like a Parang Dao with me. All I have is like the neccesary needs which I have that can let me stay and survive within that grass patch. But going nowhere. Some Butopura appear and I may die from it.

Yesterday I used the I-net in my camp while I'm COS and spent like the whole fucking night watching Tokyo Jihen live and eventually getting touched and almost cried watching Ringo singing Killer Tune (check it out from the youtube video).

My EvE band is standing still with the originals we're doing. I can't exactly say I'm fully satisfied with my own performance in the band, I feel I can do much more but it's like I'm powerless at times or I just don't know how to complete that feeling I want. Jamming is becoming stressful... not really something I expected or want. After all I'm still quite a rookie drummer always constantly trying to improve myself but I don't know how to. Ask me to mix in a good 4 bar fill solo, I will cock up. I keep on watching the Tokyo Jihen's live and many other really good band's live, not some normal drummer live like the many many chinese bands around just playing the standard grooves but implementing special stuff in, really showing skill. How I hope to achieve that type of standard.

Shuqin called and somehow I obliging picked up her call possibly due to being lonely. We chatted for a while.

Its like all of a sudden it just dawned upon me after the chat and the Tokyo Jihen mini concert.

What I had wanted, what I hadn't wanted. It's all but just a dream.

I'm not stuck in that grass patch. In fact, there are paths everywhere, just that the tall lalang grass blocked everypath. They need not be cleared, but just waiting for you to crossover.

My path is still there, but I let the unneccesary illusions formed from the lalang grass block out the so many paths which is available for me to cross.

I want to hold a big big concert, a touching one like what Tokyo Jihen did, play fucking good music and be touched from everything that is happening while being involved in it.

I want to do it with no freaking concern or worry for money or views from anyone. I'm a rebellious person in my own way and I will do things my way, regardless of whoever is thinking whatsoever. Who cares about NTU, NUS or NS for that matter.

A degree is a cheap piece of paper overholding people to their dreams. This is despise. Yes it's society, and I despise it. I despise society for creating morals yet destroying it themselves and leaving it to people like me who still have a sense of moral in it to uphold it and in the end being seen as a fucking outcast weirdo. But sorry, I prefer to be called eccentric and I'll fucking bomb the whole world 1 day.

Yes I'll get the fucking cheebye degree, I'll do a subject which I still have interest in, economics. SIM or Newcastle or Australia, whatever. I'll do it half work half study. My parents and relatives say I can't do it and it's too tiring. I'll show them I can. And at the same time I'll be restarting my drum lessons, bands, driving lessons, whatever. For all you know I can even teach Econs at the same time. My cousin Ah Moi asked me econs guidance for her upcoming test. Don't know whether I can make it, but I'll try my best.

"Work and Study till you're dead or die fulfilling your passion."

I'll become big someday.