Warm Fuzzy Feeling Day

Woohooo! My hair colour has changed or rather gone back to its original colour. No longer shall you flinch at the multiple shades of brown and random strands of gold in my hair. It is now going to be black, PITCH BLACK! YEAH BABY! NERD IS BACK! Ahem...this Writer is now going to return to her sophisticated manner of writing.







Today was the kind of day that gives me a warm fuzzy feeling. Got up at 8.30am, washed and dried clothes. Read the newspaper. Gave 2 tuition classes. Went for driving lesson (1 auto lesson) and finally met up with my siblings for dinner. Praven, gave us a treat because he got his pay. Awwwww : ) We ate at Swensens and sucked $84 of his money between the four us ; )

 

That's Praven. He paid for dinner and refuses for a proper picture to be taken of him. He has shaggy hair right?

 

2nd brother, Prateepan. He has a 'Yes..water is awesome and mind- numbing' look. And he cut the front of his fringe...hence the odd inward turn of his hair.

 

Praven's still avoiding the camera while drinking soup. 

 

Shanty, my sister, never camera shy. She's eating chicken baked rice.

 

And that's what I ate! Fillet fish with apricot sauce. OMG! It's crispy on the outside, tender and soft on the inside! Awesome dish.

We each bought a dish and then topped up $5 to make it a meal. You can do so after 6pm. The top up gives you a soup (which is absolutely delicious), a single scoop of ice-cream (flavour of your choice) and a drink.

Awsomeness! And when we went to pay for our dinner, because it was Chinese New Year, they had some kind of a draw. So the four of us were given a turn each to pick out a piece of paper from a box. We each got a voucher. There's a 1-for-1 drink voucher and a 1-for-1 side/appetizer voucher. We got two of each.

Yup. So that was dinner. And did I mention today was the warm fuzzy feeling day : ) Night!

Tamil Interview

Dear Writer,

it is time you learn how to speak Tamil properly. I believe your Tamil teachers are turning in their graves. (Okay fine so none of my Tamil teachers are dead yet. But if they were, they'd be turning and twisting!) Sigh. Half no, actually 3/4 your answer to the interview was in English. Writer, you need to brush up and be Indian woman!

Yours Sincerely,
Writer

Alright then, first of all kudos to this man, Karthigesan, for starting of his own website ad initiating his own podcasts. This young man is interested in becoming a radio DJ and I think he's got the raw talent for it. Besides, his Tamil is awesome. He's got my support ; )

His show is called: "Ilamami Mantra" and is pretty well done. You can add his show on Facebook as well.

And for those interested in seeing the video where I kinda maybe barely speak Tamil, although I did speak rather well (haha yeah...I'm dreaming...) here's the link to the download Wrtier attempting Tamil.

Oh and did I mention that my cousin, Selvi, makes a special guest appearance as the girl who got pranked in the first part of the show? Well she did....enjoy folks! And don't forget to support Karthik's show : )

PUMA's Tags

Wow, I forgot how weird PUMA can be. My cousin sister just came to give us some more free samples from PUMA. And these are the tags attached to the shirts...

 

 

You're liable to get hit by a car!?!?!?! What the hell!?!?! Seriously these guys crack me up.

You gotta love the people over at PUMA. 

A Hero's Dream

I finally composed and wrote my first song. It isn't perfect and I'll be the first person to admit that but I'm pleased with what I could churn out and I think I'll start writing more. Anyways, this song is for Serena, Naathan and Prabs my 3 amazing friends who deserve everything in the world and I think are heroes in their own ways ; )

So, I hope you'll like the song and I'll do more soon!

Here's presenting...

A Hero's Dream

When i was young, my parents used to threaten me using ''Ah pu neh neh''

Alright people of the world. God almighty has decided to provide her opinion on the matter so step aside peasants and let the goddess do her job.

But it's just me, a mere mortal. So you'll have to settle with simply hearing this writer's opinion.

Now, let us review the case.

CASE: A group titled, When i was young, my parents used to threaten me using ''Ah pu neh neh'', was created by some admins who have now disappeared of the face of the earth.

PROBLEM: Most find it racist and have not hidden their feelings on this topic while others feel that the topic is funny and everyone should find it hilarious.

WRITER'S OPINION: I'm complex and as such my answer shall be complex. Read on!

Argument 1

Alright first of all, the people in this group should stop defending the group's objectives because people, the ADMINS HAVE LEFT THE BUILDING! 

Yes, where are they? They are no more admins left. Do you you know what this is NOT like? 

IT'S NOT LIKE WHEN THE CAPTAIN OF TITANIC DECIDED TO STAY WITH HIS SINKING SHIP.

Because people, your captains have abandoned the obviously sinking ship. Don't sink with it. Save yourself the trouble.

Argument 2

Um hello. Why is it when Russel Peters makes fun of us, we Indians laugh and when you guys make fun of us, we're not? Simple, because first of all the dude's partially Indian. And oddly enough, it's just like when a fat person makes fun of themselves it's okay but if a thin person makes fun of the fat person, it isn't alright. An yes, there are a few rare cases of fat people who don't mind the jokes being made. Same to the racial jokes. Furthermore, Russel Peters made himself the bud of some of the jokes. Did the people in this particular group on facebook do so?

Even then, the bottom line is this people: If we Indians are not laughing, it really ain't funny. Cause we laugh at most racist jokes made against us.   

 

Argument 3

Get a sense of humor? *shakes head* Wow. *shakes head again* Um...I think Indians in Singapore have one of the greatest sense of humor. As mentioned in Argument 2, we laugh at ourselves more than others laugh at us. SO IF WE'RE NOT LAUGHING, IT AIN'T FUNNY. 

We don't need to get a sense of humor, you'll just need to get better jokes.

  Argument 4 

I hang out with a rather mixed batch of people. But sometimes, it's just us Indians and two or three Chinese and Malay folks only. And amongst ourselves, we crack all sorts of jokes. Sometimes, my Chinese friends would make fun of our Indian accents or the Indians would shake our heads and solemnly swear our Chinese friends were bloody racist. And we would all laugh in the end.

Don't you see? That's where the jokes are alright. Amongst a closely knit group of friends of varying races. Once you put it up on a social network like facebook, you're jokes you and your friends might have found funny but others don't.

Argument 5

I'm not saying that it's alright to tell racist jokes. (This is because some people might actually try to counter argue point 4 by saying this). No. Instead, what I'm saying is that there is different levels of jokes. And you must learn to be smart Singaporeans by discerning which are cruel racist jokes.

  

Argument 6

Ah hell. Just grow up folks. Those "Ah pu neh neh" jokes are things of the past. Be in fashion. Find fresh new jokes. Other wise, we Indians will take our business else where. Seriously. 

Do I Change As I Grow Older, Or Change Because I'm Older

I looked in the mirror today and saw me. I'm 20 and am an adult. I will be 21 in 3 months and I'll still be an adult then. I'm not growing older, I am older. I am where I was supposed to be 10 years ago.

How many times have I looked myself in the mirror and asked If I was on the right path? And how many times did I answer Yes with confidence? Every single time.

But now, today, I could only ponder and say I'm not sure. I'm not sure if I was on the right path. It's strange because when I was 16, 17, 18 and 19, I assumed that confidence was never an issue for me and no problem was too large for me. As such, a simple question of whether I was on the right path was easy to answer. Yes.

But now? I'm honestly not sure.

And does that make me less confidence or less determined? I thought it did. I thought maybe I was losing that drive.

But I was wrong. I have never felt more confused and more worried about my future before. But I know I am where I am supposed to be. Right here. At this moment. Questioning every single action I had done till this moment and questioning every single action I will be doing from this point forth.

Do I regret certain things I had done in the past? Yes. I am human after all. There are some things if I had not done, would have made certain things easier in the past. But more so, I regret the methods I used to get them done. But I don't wish I done them differently.

Am I proud of myself? I'm not sure. Am I proud of the people around me? Yes. I've always been that way. Disappointed when others are with themselves, happy when others are excited, depressed when others are heartbroken. But never feeling things for myself. The same goes for achievements. I don't personally care for any major achievement I have garnered. They have never mattered to me. Making sure others felt important and were doing something with their lives did matter to me which is why I carried on doing what I did.

But am I willing to be proud of myself. I just realised today, when I looked myself in the mirror, I am ready. I am old and matured and I am ready to start feeling proud of myself. I am changed and am ready to accept the actions to adapt to that change.

I Broke It

I crunched on ice today. As such, I broke the deal and hence the clock shall be removed until I decide to restart the deal.

I'm not disappointed with myself. I rather look forward to the next day or the day after where I'll actually look twice at ice and reconsider crunching it. For at the end of the day, who else am I doing it for other than myself.