nomenclature...
today i went for a soccer match. Nothing special about the match other than the fact that I got kne-ed in the eye as i was rushing back and my goalkeeper was rushing out. I felt the full impact, and i had to lie down for a minute as the concussion wore off. Plus, now i have a bruised eye to make sure i wont forget not to be so brave next time. Wonderful.
Then we went to Ginza for lunch, nothing special again. Then i saw this crowd gathering around a chair, so i went to take a closer look. There, under the chair was a puppy the size of my 2 fists put together, i'm serious, it was that small. And.. i wasn't thinking about the puppy, i was thinking about who would have loved to see it. That puppy was one of the cutest i've ever seen, and it was SO TINY!!! and when i stuck out my hand it came over to lick it and nibble on my hand. It was still toothing so it didn't hurt. It was actually quite heartwarming that the puppy would come over to me and ignore the rest. But when i thought about it, the puppy probably just came cos my hands are chunkier and have more meat. Dammit, time to stop attracting meat eaters.
anyway, this is the puppy. DAMN CUTE!!!!
yeah, the pix suck but the puppy was damn bloody cute anyway. anyway, on to the main topic of the day. Nomenclature... I wrote this article for my hall publications so i thought i'ld just put it up here. If there are Shearites reading this, too bad, you're gonna read it again soon.
I bring to you... an original piece entitled, "This is my name."
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My name is Dean, Dean Amir Singh to be exact. And yes, it is spelt D-E-A-N.
For the past two years of my tertiary life, I’ve been looking for the one person who can actually tell a joke about my name that I’ve never heard before. I’ve heard it all. From friends (“Dean can you put me on your list?”), from family (“Son, you cant skip school, you’re the Dean.” and the irony of it is that she named me.), from superiors (“How can you have bad grades, you’re the Dean!) and even from the actual Dean’s office (“Sorry, what’s your name again? Dean? Then isn’t this your office then? HAHAHAHA”).
And I’ve heard a million more from all over the university.
“Dean, if you became a Dean, would you be Dean Dean?”
One of my friends told her other friends that she knew the Dean, and took up a dare to ask “The Dean” out. Then she gave me a call.
“Dean, you have to set a good example for your subordinates.”
Even my ex wasn’t spared. When she introduced herself to my blockmates, they had a lengthy discussion about getting to know her better so they could get onto my list.
Yes, I’ve heard it all.
Allow me to get this straight, Dean IS an actual name. Deans of the past have had their names written down in history. People like James Dean, Howard Dean, Dean Richmond. Somehow you never seemed to hear others telling lame jokes about their names.
But hey, look on the bright side. There are some advantages to having a joke told the moment you introduce yourself. My name is a wonderful icebreaker. And could you forget a person by this name? No. It is nearly impossible. Especially not when you’re schooling. Think about it, if you ever visited the REAL Dean, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from thinking of the one who had the audacity to call himself Dean.
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:)
are you thinking of me?
Sunday, February 04, 2007
FARTED @ 2:42 PM
