Daily Dose of Crazy

The Wrong Girl

2011-07-06T05:19:00.000-07:00

Remember the first time you saw her? That girl; the one who made your heart skip a beat? Yeah her. Seems like a million years ago doesn't it? The first time you had sweaty palms and you couldn't breathe properly. Or when you struggled to say the right charming words to her only to have nonsensical incoherent words such as "um...ah...Hi." fall from your lips. Remember that one moment when you were walking alone down the corridors of your school and you happened to see her with her friends. Do you remember what happened next?

You held your head high and straightened your back. You pulled out your phone, clicked a few random buttons before chucking it back into your pocket as you walked by her and just...just barely glanced at her (even though you were dying to stare at her for hours on length) and smiled a whaz-up-girl-i'm-just-chillin-in-the-hallways smile.

Yeah...that didn't happen, did it? Instead as you were walking by her you channeled the klutz energy of the world and practically tripped over your own foot and barely...just barely caught yourself, ignoring her and praying to god she didn't see that. God, did that day suck. You went home and chastised yourself for making that fundamental mistake and everyday after that you hoped she hadn't already branded you as the klutz of the school.

Beyond that every second you spent with her was a memory you stored away for future refrences. You tried to say witty things before her. Most of the time you succeeded and she'd laugh at your jokes making you puff out your chest like a lion preening before his mate. But then other times, she'd just give you a polite smile and you wonder if you did or said something wrong. And you begin to review every single action just so you can pinpoint the problem. But the thing is, the only 'wrong' thing you did... was to 'like' her.

You see, she started sensing you're feelings for her. Tiny hints that you dropped here and there, she caught them. Oh yes she did. She wasn't dumb. She was just good and covering up her reactions. So she thought instead of coming to a moment where you would confess and she would have to reject you, she'd just avoid the whole ordeal by setting boundaries.

But you were young and you didn't get it back then. So those boundaries...yeah...you didn't see them. So it went on like this for awhile and soon you found yourself feeling confused and most of all hurt. Didn't she like you? What was wrong with you? What did that guy, whom she flirted with, have that you didn't have? What did you have to do to make her like you that way? What could you do?

Honestly, nothing. She just was....the wrong girl.

Then you finished school and you saw the crush for what it was.... a crush. So you shrugged your shoulders, dusted off those times and told yourself you were going to find the right girl. And she was going to love you for you. A year went by and nothing happened. Oh some girls came and went but none for whom you had any strong affection for.

And then she came along. Oh she! She with her witty comments and her intelligent mind. She with her outspoken ways and loving manners! She with her....you get it.

So you decided to court her as knights of the old would have. If your group of friends decided to meet up, you'd meet up with her earlier so that you guys could have a conversation alone. And she went along with you! She seemed to enjoy your company and she laughed at all your jokes...sometimes louder and longer than the joke's expectancy was supposed to be....but that's not the point! The point is the two of you got along so well!

Soon she was dropping hints of wanting more from the friendship and you were pleased. Because here, for the first time was a girl was reciprocating your feelings. You pinch yourself to make sure it's real and then you decide to go in for the kill (ignore the murder-like connotation). You decide you want to propose to her. So you start turning group outings into dates. The two of you spend more time alone and evantually you are at a position where there is nothing left to do but propose.

Being the knight in shinning armour that you are, you decide to make it romantic and you plan the whole thing out. There's dinner, then a romantic walk and then you lovingly hold her in your arms and ask, "Will you be my girlfriend?" And she looks up into your eyes and smiles adoringly (all this while, the theme song of titanic plays in the background) and whispers....."Yes."

And that one word makes your heart skip like it never did before. The two of you share a kiss and as you hold her in your arms, you make a promise that you'll treasure this girl forever and protect her from the dangers of the world.

That lasted for at least a year.

You see, the two of you enjoyed your honeymoon period for awhile. She called you late at night, you called her late at night. The two of you talked until someone fell asleep on the phone if not you'll would play the ever present lover's game of "No you hang up first....No you....No you go first....Okay fine, let's count to three and we'll both put down the phone..Okay...one, two, three!......hello...haha Come on! You were supposed to put down the phone...You go first....No you...." Yes. Well. You get it. It is a horridly annoying game but when you are in love, it surprisingly becomes fun to play.

Other than that, the two of you were inseperable. You'll would text lovey dovey messages to one another. You would share your food and drinks with her. You would eat what she liked. The two of you would hold hands wherever you went....and that was everywhere. And she'd cuddle up to you on bus rides and you'd feel all man and powerful.

But shit happens.

You guys just grew apart....some might say you changed....or she changed...or you both did. Others might say...the two of you just got into a relationship too fast. But what do they know? It's not like they were ever in a long lasting relationship. So they were just giving opinions based on pure logic. But you. You experienced it. And you knew what went wrong and what went right. Even if it took you awhile to realise. So what was it? What went wrong? What did she do that caused the break up? What did you do? What could the both of you have done to save the relationship? Could you have done anything?

The truth is...no. She just was.....the wrong girl.

So after awhile of mourning and self pity and long long painfully long calls with your friends, you decide it's time to move on. You begin to enjoy yourself once again. You don't think about her much....I said much. You still did think about her. Just not that much. But you were moving on....slowly.
Time passed, a year or so, and you were back. You loved life and you were looking forward to finding the girl you would come to love. Because you believed that you had learnt from your mistakes and would be able to make better decisions.

But time went by and you made more friends but none were potential girlfriends. After awhile you didn't care. You told yourself that if she came along...that brilliant. If she didn't then she evantually would. But you were not hard up for a girl.

But then she came along. And your heart skipped a beat.

This time, it wasn't a "Holy Mother Mary! I'm in love!" kind of situation. This time, the feelings crept up on you slowly and unexpectedly. She was not what you imagined but you liked her for her quirks. She seemed different and she was vulnerable. And you really liked her sense of humour; different it was from most others. But you liked it. But a relationship was not what you had in mind...yet. You wanted to get to know her better so you hung out with her and she with you.

Soon you realised that despite what others said, the two of you had alot in common and you both enjoyed each other's company. As the year went by your feelings for her grew but you never told her of them because you knew she was fragile and you didn't want to make things worse for her. So, being the nice guy that you are, you held back.

But....you soon became the 'friend'. You know....the guy who the girl calls to talk to when she's bored, hurt, bored, drunk, bored, bored.....you get the picture. You were confused....again. You thought to yourself, "I shouldn't be confused. I should have my shit together. I should know what to do." But alas. You are mere mortal. Hence you didn't know what to do.

So this went on for awhile. And you soon became restless. You soon decide that you wanted more. So you garner up your confidence and courage and talk to her.

It didn't go so well.

Turns out she didn't like you that way....but she treasured your frienship. GOD DAMN IT! WHY!?!?!?! WHY GOD WHY!?!?!?! You curse inside and stare at her stoically on the outside. You appear calm on the exterior but inside, you were loading your AK-47 and shooting down every god damn girl that ever lived to torture your very soul. So as you nod your head in understanding and attempt to explain this to her, in your head, you went on a complete killing spree and even managed to throw some grenades around to destroy several romantic buildings such as the Eiffel tower and the Taj Mahal.

CURSE THOSE WHO ARE IN LOVE!

You smile at her and say it's okay. The two of you will be friends.

It wasn't easy. You still liked her. But you were trying. You knew that it was a lost cause and you did treaure her friendship so you tried.

But you couldn't help but wonder, "What did I do wrong?", "Should I have asked her way earlier?", "Is it her?", "Am I not her type?", "Does she like someone else?", "Could I have done anything better?", "What was it?"

The truth? Nothing. She was just....the wrong girl.

It's going to happen. You're going to make a mistake. You're going to want the wrong thing. You're going to hate yourself. You're going to question your every move and you're going to have a million bad memories.
But it's okay. You're only human.
And it's not that those girls were bad or you'll shared horrid memories. You had good memories with them and they were nice. They were just the wrong girl. Sometimes it takes you a million mistakes to then make the right choice. And when you do. It's going to be worth it.

Because then, you would have met the Right Girl.

MRT Seats

2011-06-27T21:17:00.000-07:00

http://sg.news.yahoo.com/blogs/singaporescene/stood-mrt-seats-054805547.html

The above link leads to a news article written on yahoo about a girl who was accused of not giving up her seat to an elderly person. And as the article suggests, this is not the first time that has happened. Other youths or adults have similarly not given up their seat. The horrid, devious and heartless people!

.....

Sometimes I truly believe we Singaporeans have nothing better to do with our lives. Seriously? For the love of god! If a person did not give up a seat, tell them!

What happened to good old 'straight forwardness'!!!! Simply, tap the person on the shoulders and politely say, "Ma'am (or sir if it is a male ofcourse) this person requires a seat. Do you mind giving it up?"

Shockingly hard isn't it? I suppose the act of touching a fellow human being is what turns off most people.

And if the person even in that situation refuses to give up his or her seat, then trust me on this, someone else will. Because compassion and respect, although forgotten in the midst of globalisation are traits that still exist and will surface in such situations. And the person who didn't give up the seat? Well he or she will receieve scathing looks and harsh comments aimed at him or her. So why bother posting up an article about the person? It just makes you mean and petty.

But that's not the point of this article. The point is that instead of dishing out judgements online or anywhere else, please offer a person the option of proving him or herself. That makes you a better person for actually trying to get the other human to make the right decision.

Make sense?

Love As I Know It

2011-05-16T05:27:00.000-07:00

So here's something I rarely talk about; love. And even if I do, I don't think I have a believable set of ideas of what it should be. I mean I can sprout some pretty logical stuff but in all honesty, I have absoultely and I mean ABSOULTELY no idea what love is.

I've had friends who complain about not finding the right guy or girl or friends who are in relationships and seem so sure about their relationships and then those who simply get lost in the realm of love.

And me? I'm one of those who stand on the sidelines, popcorn in hand, body tensed, watching those who dare or are stupid enough to take the plunge into that ocean called 'love' (cliche I know but just roll with me) where they are pushed, pulled, tugged and tossed about as though a storm was taking place (yeah...I thought if I completed the sentence it'd be better but it sounds so corny lol)

(I thought the picture might help...you know evoke emotions...about storms...and the tossing part...and...forget it.)

Anyways, love is really that; a storm. I mean there's so much emotional turmoil and so much mayhem involved in the process. But I can go on and on about love and there'd be a wide variety of sub headings to discuss. So, to narrow it down, I'm going to list 5 reasons why I don't want to fall in love and 5 reasons why I love the idea of love. Contradictory I know. But hey, in life we tend to have opposing perspectives about everything and this is just another grey area. Besides I'm not alone in this situation. There's plenty of you out there who probably feel the same way as I do....I think.

So back to the matter at hand...here are the 2 lists.

LIST 1
WHY I DON'T WANT TO FALL IN LOVE

1) I'm commitment phobic.
Yeah yeah. It's a line many of you have probably heard before and it's mostly from guys. But us girls, well some of us, have commitment issues. I don't want to get into a relationship because I'm afraid I can't give enough of myself to a guy or atleast give him as much as he gives me. Because I'm the kind of person who doesn't expect anything from anyone. I don't expect someone to follow me when I go somewhere or be there when I'm sad or talk to me when I'm feeling bored. So I don't want to be in a situation where a guy thinks he needs to do things for me because then I feel like I owe him something back; like I'm committed to him.
2) I don't want to experience the Pain I've seen others go through.
Pathetic yes. Stupid no. I've had friends who have been so many times by love that they can't seem to trust anyone else after that. I don't want to have to go through life altering, mind changing situations although I know I won't be able to prevent it from happening in the future. I suppose I am the wary sort. Stay at the bleachers and don't get involved in the game. That way, you won't know the pain of the game but at the same time, you won't know how good you are at the game.

3) Can't Stand Phone Conversations.
I don't really want to sit all day long and listen to him prattle on about his day. Unless he's a famous adventurer who goes on daring escapades and fashions stories for me to listen. Then, I'd listen : )

4) Emotions= Mess
It's true. Don't deny it. But I have friends who are the epitome of masters of emotions. Maybe they're not gurus of it but they do believe emotions are good and that it's not wrong to express it and harness that emotion. But for me, emotions means a mess. I don't want to be a mess because of someone else. I rather be in control....yes I'm a control freak.

5) I'm a Coward
I'll admit to that. Being in love means opening up yourself to that other person and letting them in completely. And that's not something I'm comfortable with! It's cowardly I accept but I just can't do it. It's like exposing yourself and allowing yourself to get hurt. Seriously, people who do so are either brave brave souls or dumb asses.

List 2:
WHY I LOVE THE IDEA OF LOVE

1) Because every girl dreams of her prince charming.
He may not be a knight on a horse or a guy with a castle but he's a man who loves his woman dearly and will do whatever it takes to protect her and love her. He is strong and silent. I'm not talking about a man who broods (although that's attractive in another way ; ) ). I mean a man who is calm and poised and who can take charge of a situation. He knows his own worth and is does not step back down from a challenge.

2) Because love means there's some sort of happy ending for you.
It's nice to think I'd get my 16 candle ending or a scene from Ghosts of Girlfriend's past:

3) I've seen people who are truly in love and watching them makes love seem amazing and possible for us common folk.

4) Movies. Yes. I blame them because they plant ideas in your head such as running along a beach can be romantic or montages of love scenes in your life is realistic or kissing in the rain is sexy...you know what I mean.

5) It means you won't grow old and die alone.
Morbid but oh so very true.

So those are my lists. There's actually many more points but unless I'm asked to, I'm not going to carry on writing all of them out.

And I don't know when I'll fall in love for the first time or have my 1st kiss or even if it will happen. Heck, I'm not even sure I'll work up the courage to admit to someone I'm crushing on that I like them. But if there's one thing I'm sure of, is if Hugh Jackman were single and available, I'd be the first one in the line to snare him.

Good day folks : )

I'm Back!!!

2011-04-28T07:59:00.000-07:00

And sorry for disappearing from my blog for nearly a month. My apologies. Life has a way of getting one wrapped around her finger so tightly it's difficult to pull away for a private moment or two. But I've managed to swindle some time for myself to post in my neglected blog.

So what's been happening? Well lots. Getting back to school was hard at first but after awhile I got back into the swing of things and I started remembering how to thrive in a crazy study environment. I'm surrounded by perfectionists and high achievers. I mean considering how 3/4 of them want to get into medicine, it comes as no surprise because your final score has to be close to perfect. Which is why I'm on 7th Heaven right now because I just got back my 3rd chem test results and I got FULL MARKS again baby!!! Meaning my chemistry score is at a 100% with no loss in mark. I might consider taking up medicine now....haha

So what else has been happening? Well my writing skills are coming back to me. I'm begining to write confidently once again without any hesitation or fear. It's an amazing feeling when your pen touches the paper and you are in utter confidence of what you are writing. The feeling is awesome as any fellow writer would agree.

Other than that, it was a long weekend last week. Started on Friday and ended this Tuesday. It was because of Easter Day and ANZAC day (An Australian and New Zealand holiday). Oh and by the way. I just only recently came to the realisation that New Zealand was bloody close to Australia...I'm such a dimwit.

So for the long holidays, together with my newfound friends here in Melbourne, I went city touring.

First we went to the Melbourne museum:

Then after that, we went down to Federation Square (It's something like Esplanade except smaller). There were tons of outdoor comedy shows because of the International Comedy Festival being held here now. We watched two shows for FREE (that's the Singaporean in me screaming) and then we went to take pictures of graffitti which I must say now is EVERYWHERE. And I mean EVERYWHERE. Melbourne is literally coated with graffiti.

After that, we went down to Lygon street which contains all sorts of Italian restaurants. After 10 minutes of walking around, being promised to be well taken care of by the Italian bosses in true hustler fashion, we chose one of the restuarants. I prayed to the food gods that my dish would be awesome because my taste palettes needed to be whetted. And they answered! My rissoto was heavenly!!! Even after I became full half way through, I kept stuffing another spoonful into my mouth, unable to stop myself XD (And yes I've put on weight.)

After that we decided to go home. But we stumbled upon a quaint rooftop bar near our place and there was a comedy show titled "Dirty Secrets". We just had to watch it. So our night ended with that : )

The next day, we went out to the beach:

This is the Saint Kilda beach. There are other nice pictures. But they're all on facebook....so....you can check them out there : )

So my weekend went awesomely well. I really enjoyed seeing Melbourne from the native's point of view instead of as a tourist. It actually makes a helluva lot of difference because by staying amongst them, you see places and visit places you normally wouldn't if you were staying at a hotel.

And....it's 12.30am here and I'm feeling exceedingly lazy. So I'm gonna go sleep and I'll post soon. I really promise : )

PS: And 19 more days till I can eat fastfood and drink pepsi and coke!!!

My Life in AUSTRALIA

2011-03-25T22:07:00.000-07:00

I know I know. The title is quite 'drama mama' considering how this won't be the only post of me being in Australia because of the number of years of study I have left ahead. But it still feels special to me become I'm not yet accustomed to the culture and more importantly weather here.

Anywhos, to give a quick breakdown, I left Singapore on the 19th of March at about 9pm and was seen of by my friends who honestly made it bittersweet for me. My family members were there as well and I remember as I walked into the terminal and turned one last time to face them (Ravin's shout for me to turn around could not be ignored), I felt a sense of loss because it was then that it clicked that I was not going to be on familiar ground once I landed in Australia. I have always been so used to being in charge of my surroundings, knowing what consequences my actions will call and having a group of people I know so well and they me in return. In Australia, I would have to start from scratch and though I was excited at that prospect, a part of me was hesitant because I was 21. Did I really want to start from scratch?

But there was no other choice. I was already boarding the flight (bootless by the way because I had to take off my boots at the customs.) and we were soon to take off. I was seated in the plane when I sneaked calls to my mum and messaged Prabs and basically trying to make everything seem normal. I suppose I wanted to delay the inevitable sense of loss of familiarity till the very end. If a call here and a message there would help, then by god, I woud do it.

The Prabs sent me this, "We're all standing in a line." I looked out to the left side, and there I saw, the only line at the window pane. I resisted raising my hand and waving to them knowing fully well that even if I started waving frantically, they would not see me because to them, my window was not large enough to see into and spot and differentiate faces. Then an idea implanted itself in my head. What if I used a lazer light and flashed it back forth, wouldn't they be able to see it? It was a stupid idea. I wondered if the Chinese Australian next to me had a lazer light.

Soon, the plane began to move off. All I coud do was watch the line of people fade away as the plane took off. Even in that plane, I thought I might die; that the plane might crash because I just couldn't picture my life in Australia. I really couldn't. I couldn't see myself walking through the streets and eating in the shops. I couldn't visualise myself shopping at the stores or even entering a bar.

But here I am.

Today I went to the Victoria market. Yesterday I went to 2 different shopping malls just to have Hot Thick Italian Milk Chocolate. Needless to say, as James put it, "It was the Sex." Or in my words, "A piece of heaven that just warms your inside in a bitter cold weather". James and I also walked by a peition that was going on outside the Melbourne State Library, "SIGN FOR SAME SEX MARRIAGE". I wanted to sign it. James pulled me away.

Two days back, during class break, my new friend Monisha and an even newer friend Simba (yes it's the name of the Lion from Lion King) from Africa went to eat sushi at a small restaurant near our school. Simba has never eaten sushi before and it was his first time using chopsticks. But boy did he become a pro after just 10 minutes of fiddling around with it. I felt like an idiot.

And then ofcourse there was yesterday night where we went to a club, "JetBlack". Monash students were there and we decided to go as well. Wow. It was lame except for the stunt someone pulled and if you would like to know about that stunt, you may call me or text me and I shall bequeath upon you the torrid details ; ) Anyways, we didn't do much there but I have a ink stamp on my right wrist of them club's emblem and it refuses to come off!!!! Damn it.

Oh and to get to the club....okay let me first explain it's location. I live in the city. Which is like Orchard in Singapore. James lives in Boon Lay and Raj in Pasir Ris. This club is at City Hall. So, we took a cab out because it was at 2am. Then, we wanted to come back, flagging down a cab wasn't easy, so we waited until suddenly this car pulled up and an international student offered to drive us back into the city for 18 bucks which is half of what we'd pay for a cab. Everyone was okay with except for rigid old me who was caught in between the joy of finally saying "I HITCHHIKED!" and "I'm sorry mum. I didn't know what I was doing getting into a complete strangers car."

I hitchhiked.

So that's been my week so far and I've got a test to study for so I'm going to end this post here.

Oh and I don't like people who keep saying Bless you everytime you sneeze. Say it once and stop! You make me feel horrible for sneezing all the time because I feel like when you say "Bless you" Every Single Time, there's an underlining "Stupid girl! Sneezing all the time" undertone to it.

So please. Just say "Bless you" once and stop. Because it just annoys me. And when I'm sneezing and get annoying, my reflexes go spastic and I might punch you.

Peace out : )

Chapters Of Love; A Valentine's Story

2011-02-15T21:49:00.000-08:00

On the 12 of February, I got to direct an amazing cast and crew of people. This production meant so much to me and everyone who worked in it. We accomplished everything within a span of a month and the result was amazing. As I walk with my friends who came to watch the play, I still hear lines from the play being repeated as the laugh at the characters who sprouted their jokes so well.

"Chapters of Love; A Valentine's Story" started of as just a play but ended up being a huge mark for all of us and Arteen Furteens:

We have now proven that we are capable of producing quality small plays that endear the audience to the characters we are portraying. There has never been a greater accomplishment for me and I have the cast and crew of the show to thank.

To my cast:

Sameer, Cheryl, KC, Nicole, Jazreel, Melissa, Kishan, Serena, Mustafah, Kristine, Colin, Luke and Syawal who all brought their own flavour to the character. You made the play fantastic and drew the audience of 57 to fall in love with you'll.

To my crew:

Publicity Department: Palani Raj, Bhavna and Ghau. Oh my god. The pictues were amazing, the posters wonderful and the programs brilliant : ) What more can I say?

Props Department: Kanages and Nanthinie! Brilliant job you guys. You made with what little budget we had and made that small stage look cozily wonderful. And that's not from my mouth. It's from the audiences : )

Dance Department: Christine! You were fantastic. You stepped up to the plate and choreographed and disciplined the dancers and produced a dance that no one will forget anytime soon!

Music: Prabs and Cheryl! Prabs thank you for managing the music well and for performing together with Luke and Nicole! Cheryl, thank you for bringing your own original song to the table!

Who raised enough funds to donate to the Children's Cancer Foundation : ) And we had more than the expected audiences. I look forward to watching this production being put up again because for all those of you who missed it, you have definitely missed out on a night full of fun, laughter, tears an smiles : )

Peter Pan & Chapters of Love

2011-01-25T09:15:00.000-08:00

OH THE STRESS!!!!

Well that about sums it up.

It's been a long weekend stretching into Monday and Tuesday and it's going to be a long week as well.. Last Thursday was when it all started. I got up in the morning and went for Thaipusam (A Hindu festival) to support a friend of mine who was carrying kavadi (Basically this beautifully decorated altar-like stand that the person carries above them with peircings through their back, front and sometimes face). So we walked and we walked and we basically walked.

After that, went back home at about 4pm and rested abit before heading down to watch "Phases" a production by students from NAFA. It was Nicole's school production and it was definitely worth watching because the short plays were thought provoking.

Anyways, got back home and woke up the next day bright and early so as to finish off the "Chapters of Love: A Valentine's Story" script. It's basically a production Arteen Furteens (AFT) is doing to raise funds for a charitable organisation. I can't really name the organisation yet due to legal issues and so on. So...I'll wait for confirmation from their side before I state the beneficary. It means alot to me to be raising the funds for this particular foundation so this production is of high importance to me.The script comprises of several love stories all intertwined into one.

So anyways back to the topic at hand, I completed the script at 5pm and by then, I had to make my way down to the CC to start printing the new copies of the scripts. Then rehearsals for this production started at 7pm and we ended at 10pm.

My Saturday then started off with rehearsals for the Peter Pan production from 9am all the way to 5pm. After that, I rushed down to watch "Guru of Chai" which I must say is a brilliantly well acted play. The solo actor performed for the entire 75minutes without breaking out of character once. His easy portrayal of different personalities was simply mind boggling and I vow that at one moment during the play, I almost believed he was someone else despite the fact that he was garbed in the same attire the entire time.

Anyways, after that I went out for dinner with those who went to watch the show, we went to drop Bhavna home and that's when we lost our way from Tampines all the way to Woodlands. I had never been so agitated before! I tried to keep my mouth shut but my sarcastic tongue got the better of me...and well I went home not in the best of moods...when your cup (a symbolism for life) is filled up with all the good things in life, someone WILL come along and piss in- Guru of Chai.

Anyways, when I got home, my two nephews were already asleep! I felt like killing myself for missing the opportunity to spend time with them. With the knowledge that I won't be able to see them the next day because I had to leave the house early, I went to asleep ready to perform suicide.

Sunday morning came and I woke up at 6.30am (I just love giving the mundane details). AND TO MY JOY, HARESH AND AVINESH (MY NEWPHEWS) WERE AWAKE!!!! I managed to play with them for an hour before I left with my mum to Woodlands Waterfront for Resident's Day. I met up with the AFT group; Serena, Prabs, Yoga, Naathan and Sameer. I had awesome fun sketching for small kids, playing traditional games like "5 stones", desiging bookmarks and watching performances. After that, my mum and I headed over to my cousin's new house for the house warming. We left later in the day and when I got home, I was already to collapse in fatigue.

Monday started early as well. I met up with Prabs and we went down to Art Friends to purchase several "HEAVY" products to build sets for the "Peter Pan-Revamped" Production. We then dragged all the purchases back to the CC. We ate abit before we started building the rowboat. Here's how it looks without paint:

It's not much of a picture. We've yet to paint it so DON'T JUDGE : )
Those two telescope looking things beside it are the cannons...also incomplete.

And here's some pictures of the roll by scene we're doing for the Flying scene in Peter Pan:

We're colouring the entire thing out of crayons...I think I have arm muscles now.

So then I went home and the next day, which was yesterday, I got up early, went to the bank, settled some bank transfers and then went down to the CC again. Prabs and I completed 4 cannons and I finished drawing the roll overs. We then ate and rehearsals for "Chapters of Love: A Valentine's Story" began at 7pm. It ended at 10pm and let me tell you, those 3 hours went by so fast, I felt like getting down on my knees and begging for more time.

And now I'm home reflecting on the 6 days that have gone by so fast. I feel like I'm a day behind though. I need to speed myself up tomorrow.

In The Magazine

2011-01-11T23:39:00.000-08:00

I thought I would log in here at the stroke of midnight when 2011 was declared to post a lengthy speech on why things are going to change. But actions mean alot more and I didn't need to write out what I felt for me to feel it would come true.
I feel the change and I know I'm in control of everything that happens from here on out so I'm not worried about 2011 and the years to come. I'm more excited about them.

So let me get back to the title of my post! I'm in a magazine. But we can all calm down. It's not some top notch fashion magazine ; ) It's the passion card magazine. Here's the link: Passion Card Magazine

They basically selected 5 different interest groups and a youth each to do a photoshoot for the cover and a spread within the sheets. They talked about Arteen Furteens!!! It's exciting to know that more and more people will know about us because it makes it even more worthwhile when we spread the message of Arts is for Everyone.

My Sunday

2010-12-28T11:36:00.000-08:00

Sunday was a wonderful day. I'm not trying to be cliched but it was. It started of at 9am in the morning when I headed down to the CC to meet with the AFT members and Ganesh and Nat from Ngee Ann Poly. We then went down to the open space opposite Sun Plaza to decorate it for the Christmas Party. Everything went smoothly. Kids came to make kites and I actually had fun teaching them how to make it. I was no expert and a kid and I tried to make it fly....it did lift off the ground for 30 seconds and then it came crashing back down : ) I didn't say I knew how to make it fly ; )

Then the colouring competition started. We went from having 0 kids participating to 13 kids. After that, we set up for Open Mic Night which saw 7 new acts and 3 of our AFT members performing. Sameer and Henry emceed and I must say they make damn good emcees as a team. They should really carry on doing what they do because they're bloody good at it!

So the moment Open Mic Night ended, I rushed back home to change for Sethu and Bhava's birthday party. The theme was Oscars. Met up with the rest and we headed off to Orchid Country Club. Here are some photos from the night:

The Red Dress my bought me.

A mixture of my old and new friends : )

AFT members! And Ravin and Suady

The 16 year old Birthday Girl! : )

The 21 year old Birthday Boy : ) And the Paki! lol

And just for the fun of it....here's my Ninja Gingerbread Man (Made by Serena)

Awesome Christmas Eve Out

2010-12-24T09:03:00.000-08:00

What more can a girl ask then a pleasant outing on the eve of Christmas, a festive for which she has no reason to celebrate due to the fact that she's not christian. I however love Christmas because of the presents and decorations. Yes. My reasons are rather shallow.

Anywho, got up in the morning to head out with my mum to collect my brother's present. It is a Dark Knight Original one of ten a kind poster that I got framed for him as well. Had to collect Naathan's Iron Man poster as well. Then from Esplanade, headed off to Orchard for lunch with the female cousins, Mahes, Shanty and Selvi. Ate at Bali Thai which had surprisingly good food. We then did our gift exchange and I got a gift from Shanty; a necklace with a pendant that's a boot : ) Love it. When I'm less lazy, I'll take a picture of it and put it up here.

Then from there went back home to grab some stuff and then headed off to the CC to meet up with the rest. We printed Christmas song lyrics and grabbed our instruments before heading off to Vivocity. Once there, we ate and sang and enjoyed the fireworks. It was a feel good evening that was free of any expectations. We could all just be ourselves and I honestly did not care what anyone else thought was right or fun because I genuinely enjoyed myself in the good old fashioned sense.

So while we crooned to the tunes, the younger men were playing cards right next to us....loners. Haha but it was fun nonetheless and when the fireworks lit the sky, I just sat back and grinned to myself. Things couldn't have been put together better than that. I handed out my gifts to everyone and passed Serena and Naathan theirs. Serena's gift to me was awesome. Really woman it is : ) A samurai styled letter opener? Come on. I love it!

And then things went to hell from there...haha. Well not to hell. It was just the public transport. It was like every god damn singaporean was at Vivo and was trying to leave at the exact same time. So everything was jam packed and took twice as long to do. Either way we got back home parted ways. And when I came home my brother gave me his present to me and it was this adorable voodoo looking earpieces. Hilariously thoughtful : )

So that was my christmas eve and this weekend just like every other week's weekend is packed with activites so this writer is going to sign off in hopes that she might get some rest in order to face the next day with less eye bags : ) (Than she already has that is.)

NIGHT! AND MERRY CHRISTMAS READERS : )

Why Women Are Single

2010-12-23T02:34:00.000-08:00

Here are my top 10 carefully worded reasons why single women are....well.....single.

She's single because...

1) HER FATHER WAS ABUSIVE and hence she is turned off to most men. Generally these females become strippers as intelligently proven by the famous Chris Rock in this video here. He's rich. He can't be wrong.:

2) She is single because she is FOCUSED ON HER CAREER NOW. Bullshit! Oh please. If she's focused on her career then she should give up ties with her mum, her dad and anyone else she has a relationship with. Seriously? Focusing on your career? Gentlemen. Know this. That line is just an excuse females use for they fear getting into a relationship hence they hide behind their careers as cover.

3) She is single because of HER PARENTS. No explanation required. Especially if you are an Indian girl.

4) She is single because NO ONE HAS ASKED HER OUT BEFORE. That can be a real turn off for a chick. If no one has ever asked her out before then she's going to feel inadequate and unsure if she's attractive enough. Here's 2 possiblities as to why she has never been asked out before: a) She's too intimidating. b) The guys around her are generally cowards or gay. Because every female is attractive in some way and deserves to be asked out for that reason.

5) She is single because SHE IS CONFUSED ABOUT HER SEXUAL PREFERENCES. It's true.

6) She is single because ONLY WEIRD GUYS ASK HER OUT.

7) She is single because SHE'S A HOPELESS ROMANTIC and nothing would do short of a knight with a devastating smile in shining armour who will gallop towards her in a black Arabian horse and would love her as she would him till the end of eternity. A castle would help too.

8) She is single because SHE'S A GOLD DIGGER and that turns off most men. Shocking. You would think the male species would be okay with that as long as she's hot and isn't turned off to sex. I'm just saying.

9) She is single because SHE'S A COUNTRY SINGER and they are generally picky with their men because they fall into the No. 7 category.

10) She is single because SHE IS A NUN.

Get The Spark Back

2010-12-22T07:51:00.000-08:00

It's odd how I want to grin now. A smile that would stretch from ear to ear. I don't care what may happen after this or what others may say. I don't care about the days of sorrow that may come after this. I don't care about anyone who may try to put me down. I don't care about the hurt I may face.

Because I feel passion again. Passion for everything in life. I want to do everything and anything. I want to try something new and make sure I excel at it all. It makes everything seem brand new and every turn a possibility of adventure. I'm tired of letting life steer me in a direction that it deems fit. Control lets you decide your own path and the stories that you can tell.

I feel passion for the things that will come to be important to me in the future.

I feel passion for Peter Pan. It's going to be a fantastic production. Nothing can change that fact. Everyone has that spark in them and we're going to pool it together because we've got less than 3 months and it's time to gear up and hit this production full on : )

I feel passion about writing. It's my thing! Conveying my ideas and dreams into words for others to read. That's my thing! I'm not going to let it slip through my hands once again. I'm going to write like never before and make sure that everyone reads my thoughts because they do matter.

I feel passion about so many other things that there's too many to list : ) I intend to try it all, do it all and live it all. I'm only 21 and I've got my whole life ahead of me. If I don't live it, who's going to?

I know it seems like a pep post and I suppose it is but it's a start from what once was : )

So about my life! Recently it has been rather hectic. There have been so many 21st Birthday parties. There were 4 alone over this past one weekend. And through all these hectic weekends and weekdays, I've come to realise alot of things and learned to tolerate alot of people.

Bitching about people ain't going to help no one. So tolerance is key. There are some people who will annoy you through stupidty disguised as intelligence. You can't really get angry with them can you? At least I can't. Yes, I have a rule. Only get angry with people who are genuinely mean. So the ones who annoy you in the manner of stupidity should just be tolerated. And I'm learning how to do so.

And then, there are those you meet who shock you with their change in character. You think you know them and they do something to make you think otherwise. Now, I believe myself to be the rather stubborn sort when it comes to protecting others. If you do something wrong to those I believe I care for then I would choose something drastic to show my disapproval. It isn't right to some but it is what it is.

So I have met the sorts of people I've mentioned above and I've learnt how I tend to react to them. I don't regret how I behaved but I want to refine the manners in which I would react to future similar situations.

I know this is a rather absurd post, heading in directions that seem messy and I promise to do better tomorrow. Yes the daily dose of crazy is back.

I think I'll discuss reasons as to why females are single tomorrow...seems like a rather entertaining post.

200th

2010-11-16T09:49:00.000-08:00

It's my 200th post. And I've been putting off writing it because I wanted it to be something special. It's been a week since I began thinking and now I've got my thoughts sorted out.

I was supposed to fly off in September. That was the plan. But when it comes to my personal life, my plans never work out the first time. So I tried again, and once again it failed. But I was used to it. It's been happening all my life.

Let me try to explain this as clearly as I can. I am successful in many things. I'd rather acknowledge than be falesly modest. So anyways, I am successful in many things, all of which are projects or ideas I create outside of my personal space. However, anything I try to do personally for myself never works out the same way. I always have not 1 road block but more than 3. It's something I've grown rather used to. It's like a speck of dust on my shoulder. And I'm not exaggerating...but I really do mean everything I do for myself always goes wrong. My mum always thought I was being negative but I told her I was actually rather optimistic because despite the number of times I trip, I always pick myself up, dust of the dirt and carry on as if the first trip never hurt me. She soon realised I was right and even offered to bring a Feng Shui Master into my room.

But then those are all the small things that happen in life. The Visa thing...well that's really huge. And I would be lying if I said it didn't affect me. Come on....I got into Oxford's course. When I found out the 2nd time around that the visa was rejected yet again, I just nodded my head, got into the car with my mum, went home, locked my room door and screamed. Yes, I screamed like a banshee. I had to get it out. All the frustration, all the anger and especially all the disappointment. Then for weeks after that, I just didn't know what to do with myself. I felt tired and drained and completely miserable. The Visa was just one of the 3 things that had hit me hard this year. Alot of things I enjoyed doing became a chore and alot of people I loved hanging around became a pain because I just didn't want to face reality too quickly.

Slowly, I started piecing back pieces of my messy life. My mum really helped me through with this. I began to look for new options. I didn't want to go to UK anymore. It was energy draining and honestly I was pissed. So I applied to Monash University. But wait. Didn't I say that anything I try to do for my personal life has a hindrance. Yup. Applying to Monash wasn't easy as well. There was a mix up in my transcripts and well, I brushed of the dirt and told myself to hold my chin up and walk it off.

It was only until last week however, I began to really pick up the jagged pieces of my life; the parts I had thrown away the furthest. I picked them up one by one and reorganised them into my diary and restructured everything. Because I'll be damned if I fall apart at the age of 21. That is entirely unacceptable. 2010 has been a real pain in the ass, a blemish on my skin, a stupid weed I've tried pulling out. But 2010, has also been the year that has toughned me up. Nothing else can faze me now. Because the worst has happened and I dare anything bad to happen after this. If it does, I'm bloody ready this time around.

So I know this is the first time I've written a post about myself, personally. I don't write about what I really go through in life because I think those personal matters are best kept to myself and my mum but since this is the 200th post, I thought it would be nice to share one aspect of my life with my friends.

But please. Read this and don't discuss it with me : )

And for the record, I do feel stronger than before.

17 Days

2010-11-08T22:42:00.000-08:00

Readers of Daily Dose of Crazy, it has officially been 17 days since I've drank pepsi, coke and eaten at a fast food outlet (I'm only counting Macs, KFC, Long John Silver, Burger King and...there's one more but my memory is failing me right now so...I'll mention it when I remember it.).

And how has it been? It started off rather shaky. I was sluggish and perhaps a tad been agitated because I couldn't drink my routine number of 3 cans a day. But slowly the lethargy ebbed away. I wake up better in the morning and am no longer having that thirst quenching craving for pepsi or coke.

I used to have that feeling but now water, grass jelly or any other drink would suffice. It makes me feel slightly better knowing that I can control what I put into my mouth. But I am no holy saint capable of withstanding the strong call of pepsi. Everytime someone gulps down the damn drink, I fidget my hands and have to pinch myself in order to snap out of it. But it'll be fine. I've survived so far and am handling it better than I thought I could.

Serena's also going off pepsi and coke! Haha And Prabs has gone off fast food!

Hang in there peeps.

Between Dawn and Dusk

2010-11-08T09:14:00.000-08:00

The path that you walk upon is different from dawn,
Yet at dusk, one sun kissed land shall summon you forth.
In blood we are born but in spirt we are bound,
Our ends entwined, what change to be found.

The first is harsh, the path foreboding,
The stumble an evil but one for coping,
Tongues shall wag to ease your fall,
But words of wise crumble under experienced flaws.

One rung at a time, one branch to the next,
Time is neither plenty nor is it scarce.
Wander the planes that pique the mind,
Fear not the ripples for they shape your rhyme.

Come the rotten vines that creep through your veins,
Calm the raging storm spun from the sinful sinner's sins.
In anger but not in sorrow, In joy but not in pain,
Beckon the poison that seeps from the salt tasting rain.

In moments are the weak but in memories lie the strong,
Let it be a strength but as weakness, would prove you wrong.
Cast none aside, even the shaded hidden ones,
For not one is more important as a father would say to his sons.

The dunes will shift for the winds will shake,
Changing the designs that seal your fate,
But in this twilight between dusk and dawn,
Just remember our paths will rejoin.

Here's Why...

2010-10-18T10:15:00.000-07:00

Here's Why....

1) I'm working: Because I prefer to keep my time occupied and getting a job never hurt anyone. In fact, this is the first real job I've had...teaching aside.

2) I'm not in UK: Because UK believes I'm a terrorist and refuses to approve my visa...twice. Because things happen for a reason. Because there's something I've yet to finish before I go. Because I haven't told the people who matter that I will miss them.

3) Praven's awesome: He went to help me get a damaged $79.90 dress exchanged but in the end couldn't so bought a new dress and told me he managed to exchanged it.

4) I know Deepavali's here: Mum's shouting at us at 8am on weekends to clean the rooms and dad went missing. It's like he knows...

5) AFT is my baby but at the same time isn't: AFT was an idea. AFT was a dream of mine. AFT is not an "It". Rather, it's an emotion. Arteen Furteens is not defined by the events but more by the people in it. And it started small but slowly new people join and the family grows whether we like it or not. Sometimes old habits die and new ones emerge. Sometimes we have to adapt or just fade away into the darkness. So Yoga mentioned something in his blog about how things seem to be changing and the energy fading. Well it's true and he's also right in saying it's everyone's responsibility to do something about it.

I love you guys but that is no longer my job. I believe that you have the capability to do something about it. I believe that individually you have something special to bring to the table. And you have to stand strong. AFT was built for those who loved the ARTS but were not given an opportunity. SO MAKE SURE YOU STICK TO THAT MOTTO BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT SHOULD DEFINE THE PEOPLE WHO ARE IN THE COMMITTEE. IF YOU LOSE SIGHT OF THAT THEN AFT MAKES NO SENSE. AFT will always be there. It can never fade away. But it's up to the people inside to except newcomers and cultivate their talents. It's up to you guys to take AFT into the next phase. Jokes aside guys. A new term is coming! Can you imagine the new ideas that can come out!
And the postponment of the musical is sad and yet at the same time making it a tradition for the musical to fall on March. And right after will be AFT night! So please, when times are down and things seem bleak, each of you have that matchstick (will) to start a fire. You just need the right surface (dream) to flick the matchstick against for fire (AFT spirit) to come alive.

Do that. Because you have more lives to touch. You should never stop.

To those who read this god damn blog and expect to see their name

2010-10-11T09:23:00.000-07:00

Yes this post is dedicated to all the people I know and care for....and well basically read this blog ; )
Actually the criteria is only the last. Yeah...

1) Praven, I'm proud of you. So very proud of what you are capable of. Who would have thought you had such capacity to produce music like that. I don't even know where the music is coming from. And it's amazing to watch. (This ass doesn't read the blog but I know Sameer does so it's the same cause Sameer talks...alot)

2) Shatny, I don't tell you this enough but you are one strong woman. You know what you want and go after it. Getting the Ministry of Manpower Investigative Officer job wasn't easy but you did it and I'm proud of you. I look at you and don't fear about the person you're going to become in life. You may be emotional : ) but when it comes down to the gritty details of life, you've got it under control.

3) Prateepan...where do I even begin kid. You have the mind of our mother's. You want to do everything and anything. And I'm glad you're doing that at this age. You're like what some people I know would call the Jesus of Sembawang. You're not afraid to stick to a plan and follow it through. And what's better is that people follow you in your plans and not because you're bossy or insist they do but because you've gained their trust and they enjoy the plans you make.

4) Serena, babe, girlfriend haha. Getting into NUS is no easy feat and working your butt of there isn't any easier. You are doing an amazing job girl what with balancing your family, friends and AFT XD I know there are times when it feels superbly hard and you just wish you had someone to talk to, to pour all your emotions out to and well....just talk to. And the thing is you deserve the best. And usually good people have to wait for the best things in life. So just hold on Serena. Something special will happen : ) (I don't have a hot latin male being delivered to your house. That's not the special thing. But if the special thing doesn't come soon and you really can't wait, we'll go for the hot latin male delivery thingy plan.)

5) Naathan, you are probably the most hilarious guy I know....in Singapore that is. But you're funny all the same. You have so much potential and so much capability that I know you are capable for something more creative and bigger in life. So reach out and grab those dreams. Sometimes it's better if you start living your own dreams out instead of the dreams of others because your life does matter.

6) Prabs Prabs Prabs : ) Get that job as a chef soon and work your butt off. You have that skill in you. It's not like you can just cook. Anyone can cook. Some chefs can cook really well but they're missing something. It's like being able to play the notes for a music piece on the piano VS letting the music flow through your body and rising from your fingertips to caress the piano. Your skills to cook come from some place special. You don't just cook, you create pieces. Trust me. I would know. I love food.

7) Yoga, congratulations on being the best of the best. You wanted something and you went for it. It's amazing to see in what short time you've changed. You're still you but more matured and less OCP : ) Keep doing what you're doing Yoga because you're doing it well and with the support of everyone around you.

8) Idham, congratualtions for being the ...student of the term...right? Haha congrats seriously. I know how hard it's been for you and JC life isn't easy. But you must be doing something right if you're getting student of the term right? Stay strong and work at it. Don't let your mind wander and just focus. You'll do well. You're a smart kid.

9) Sameer....what can I say? Your ego carries you through any situation...lol But it's been great to watch you grow up to the person you've become. You have leadership qualities in you and you've started displaying them. Sometimes when I look at you I think you fear exerting those qualities because you're afraid of what would happen after you do so. Would people listen to you? Or would they just laugh it off? So that's why you either sometimes goof off or snap. But honestly I think you should try exerting one day. You'd be surprised by the results because you have the capacity to pull it off. But you still have to wait for Serena to step down to take over AFT.

10) KC, chinese fella. Honestly I'm impressed with you. You're like the male version of Serena. Not afraid to hang out with mostly Indians and Malays. Then again, you could be doing that to be the centre of attention. Yeah that makes sense. But honestly, you are one focused young man. For all the deluded, act cool, goof off fronts that you put up, I can see that you think logically and expect the best for yourself. And you should because you deserve it, all of you do.

11) Eh....Ghau doesn't read this blog right?

12) Kanitha : ) Dearest young lady. You're like that hidden talent that pops out of nowhere to wow everyone. You are intelligent, effective, logical minded, emotional (to a certain extent. which is good. because too emotional is obviously...tough...and not emotional...is tough...), strong hearted and confident. All the attributes any mother would want in their daughter and any man would want in their chicka ; ) You're in NUS now darling, nothing can stand in your way as long as you stand firm.

Okay if there's anyone else who reads my blog but isn't mentioned, sorry.

JOB!!!

2010-10-10T09:35:00.000-07:00

I'm starting work in less than 9 hours!!! I'm excited in the "I've got something productive to do in the morning" sort of way! Plus, it's an interesting job of a service quality executive. They make it sound exciting. I'll experience my first day and then blog about it I suppose...

Trudging Through It All

2010-10-09T10:53:00.000-07:00

This past year has been a nightmare. 2010 has definitely not been my year. As much as I try to smile through it all, there is that undeniable truth that everything that could go wrong has gone wrong...and all at the same time... I know...I'm being melodramatic. So sue me. But I've really been trying to keep a positive outlook on it all. No matter what happened, I'd shrug my shoulders, give a smile and convince myself that I'm not affected. It worked for awhile until everything just came crashing down.

And that's when I resorted to joking about it because I just couldn't believe that so many bad things could happen at one time. The moment the first bad thing happened, my mum said, "Everything happens for a reason. Maybe you're meant to travel a different path." If I only I got a dollar for everytime someone esle told me the same thing after that. It's not that I don't want to believe them. That would just make me childish and unreasonable. It's just that I can't accept the fact that my own future is out of my hands. And it's been ridiculously frustrating because I feel agitated and pissed off but I have to calm down about it because childish ranting and crying would not get me anywhere. So I pick myself up and dust myself and step forward again. But it feels like every step forward takes me 2 steps back.

I don't know when things are going to change. I just hope they do soon because as much as I preach having alot of faith, holding on for a year is really stretching it thin. Not being able to control what happens in my life is infuriating and taxing.

And writing became unimportant to me during this time because I felt no urge (like I used to) to write down my thoughts and pen down my dreams. Things became unimportant and I felt uninspired and unsure. But even during those times, I had to keep a level head. If there's one thing my mum has ingrained into my siblings and I is that no matter what happens to you, never ever break apart because time changes swiftly and so does your fate. She made sure we grew up learning how to think logically and react wisely.

And that's why I've got her to thank the most for. My mum has been important to me since the day I was bloody born. She never made me feel alone and has always been there. I don't know what I would do without her especially during this one year. Having her around to talk to is agitating and infuriating but at least I know that when I speak to her, I'm being honset about what I feel.

So what's the point of this post? Nothing majorly important to you my reader. But it is important to me. Because I'm slowly finding my stride back and I'm feeling inspired to write. I'm trudging through it all.

You can call me the woman with no tack.

2010-09-22T10:22:00.000-07:00

Yes, I have no tack sometimes...sadly. I've just been told twice, by two different people that they were hurt by what I said....No surprise there. I know I have a sharp tongue and I control it pretty well...most of the time. And when I do know I've delivered a rather harsh blow, I quickly apologise for it, only when it was uncalled for.

But the no tack thing has worked out for me most of the time. It allows me to tell people what I think without hiding the truth under a shitload of flowery words. Direct speech is the best because you don't waste time and instead get right to the point. But you must also remember to make sure direct speech is kept strictly to work because you don't want it to affect friendships.

Sometimes my no tack in friendship stems from the fact that I'm not very good at relaying emotions. I'm not EQ low but I am emotion shy. Sadly true. And that is all the information I can provide about myself...for the moment.

Moving on to other matters. My legs still hurt and are sore from the ice skating trip on Sunday. Damn good fun and exercise but a hell of alot of muscle aches now. Things have been okay so far. I've taken a calm and patient perspective on this whole visa thing. When it comes, it'll come. I told my mum that the two of us have to calm down and just patiently wait. If I don't leave by next Tuesday, I'll just go next year for the January intake. I'll still finish in August. So no big deal.

Okay...gonna head off to sleep land. Night!

Maturity- A perception rather than wisdom that comes with age

2010-09-14T07:32:00.000-07:00

We naturally assume maturity comes with age but that is not the case at all. Maturity is a perception. It is a way of thinking. It is a logical way of thinking. Some of us, gain this maturity with experience while others lose it with experience. Situations change a person and the ideas they hold, may it be for better or worse. I have had the sad privilege of being around people who have lost their maturity because of the incidents in life they have faced. But then again, I am also surrounded by people whose level of maturity increases as they face life's problems.

But sometimes maturity seems over rated. It prevents you from doing ridiculous things and just going over the edge. It also prevents you from taking risks in your own personal life because you know the consequences and logically eliminate that experience without even trying it. It's awful sometimes because you want to go through that situation just to feel human but your maturity prevents you because it has distinctly identified the disastrous outcome.

So what do you do? You need to realise that every experience is crucial, every mistake necessary and that as much as you know you shouldn't be making it, you should make it. But not all the time like some idiots I know. Make a mistake once, learn from it and move on. Don't make the same stupid mistake over and over again. It's like failing in a module or subject and repeating that year. Repetition in a mistake makes you an idiot and your maturity decreases...rapidly.

Part 2 of whatever Part 1 was about...

2010-09-07T03:05:00.000-07:00

DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!!!! !*^&#^Q*#(&#^#%$ Asses.

My visa application was rejected. #&^%%#(&Q Idiots.

Naathan, you're my buddy and all but the fact that you handed over my rejected visa puts you in the jinx list for the next 1 week. Sorry.

I have to actually go through the application again! Today was a hell lot of running around, setting up a new bank account, and well...alot of other things. Tomorrow's going to be another long long and I mean LONG waiting session at the UK visa center...sucks. But it also means I have 1 more week in Singapore to spend time with everyone...but still sucks...because I'll probably be missing 3 days of my classes.

Now onto other things...the chalet was awesome : ) Everyone being there was important to me and the fact that I got to see my family on one day and my friends the next was fantastic. I had small talk with some of my friends it was good to hear from them after a long time. Biking with the gang was so cool haha. Motorised biking for the win! And kudos to Yoga for actually catching up with Sameer and me on his non-motorised mountain bike.

Alright...mentally exhausted so post ends here...

Yup..

LONG FREAKING POST BEFORE I LEAVE (PART 1)

2010-09-03T10:46:00.000-07:00

WARNING: THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG LONG LONG POST. (The writer will try to infuse pictures and colours and quotes to make it more interesting ; ) ) This long post is a result of the short time I have left in Singapore before I leave overseas to UK to complete my studies. There! I've finally stated it on my blog. I realised I was subconciously not posting on my blog because I didn't yet want to accept the fact that I was going. But not that I have, it's time to get posting ; )

So to begin with, so much much much has happened in the time that I've disappeared from my blog. But now I'm ready to blog about everything and I really mean EVERYTHING. So brace yourself : )

A) I've been thinking alot recently, some unnecessary but thinking all the same. And it's come to my attention that I have met many different types of people in my life and there's a particular difference between one half and another. One half, actually wants some great and fantastical out of life, wanting to push the boundaries and test the waters while another half, want to play it safe and assume a safe role in life, with a simple path. I try to understand how and why some people can readily accept the simple life.

See, in the villages and tribes, the people there are not exposed to the outside world. So, why would someone like them want something more than the life they have if they don't know what more they can get?

But then, there are those who know what the world has to offer. They know what can be attained and the possibilities that lie out there. And yet, they choose not to run after that and prefer to keep the simple life. Why? Why would you do that if you knew there could be more?

It's almost like the question someone once asked my friends and I: "If you were attached to this person A for 4 years and your relationship has been going well and you suddenly meet this person B whom you come to feel is your soul mate, what would you do?"

Instantly, I answered, "Leave person A for B because I believe in soul mates and ofcourse there's the other fact that if Person B were my soul mate, then isn't it true that person A's soulmate wasn't me and his was still out there? And by breaking off with him, wouldn't I be giving him the chance to find his soulmate?"

However, my brother had a different answer. He said, "I'd stay with Person A! We spent alot of time growing our relationship and I'm not about to give up on what we have. I also have a duty to this person. So I'd ignore Person B."

You see, my brother prefers to keep it simple, sticking with the person he had been building a relationship with while I believe in going after what's out there because I believe there's more to life than just simplicity. I don't scoff at my brother's ideals, in fact I respect him for that because he knows what he wants and he seems to relish the fact of achieving them one day. I just can't imagine the same for me.

I think I'd actually die if I ended up leading a simple life. See as much as getting married to a man my family knows, having a nice job with a nice salary and having kids before I turn 26 sounds appealing to many, it doesn't sound at all to me. Don't get me wrong. I want to have kids, 4 in fact, just like my mum because as Jane Howard said, "Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one."

B) AFT has become a BIG part of my life. In fact, one day, if they'd all want, we could convert it into a private company.

Leaving AFT had to be one of the hardest things I've done. It was such a huge part of my life and will continue to be even after I leave. When I first started this arts group, I never thought how important it would become to me. But it has and it's not only like a 2nd family to me, it actually holds a symbolic meaning of dreams coming alive. It's living proof that if you have an idea, any idea and enough passion to fuel it, that idea will take form an become real. It has proven to me the capabilities of the mind and whatever a group of youths can achieve together.

"CinderElla Revamped" had to be the turning point in my life in many ways. I've never really talked about it with people or blogged about it but it definitely was. Nothing can compare to that first time rush you get when trying to accomplish something that others deem unworthy of their time. And I was impressed the group of youths who stepped forward, willing to embrace a raw idea. I've come to belief that this line delivered by the lead actress in the movie "Fighting Temptations" is in line with my point here: "The hateful people you meet in life, the ones that criticize you and ridicule you, are like sandpapers. And you're a diamond in the rough. These sandpapers will rub you with their hurtful words but at the end of the day, from all the rubbing, you turn out to be a sparkling diamond while that sandpaper is going to wither away into nothing."

I'm leaving with Serena in charge of AFT and I trust her abilities but more importantly I trust her mind and the passion that she has within her. She knows the choice I had between having her as chairman and well...having her as chairman ; ) Sameer still has some years to grow but he'd make a fine choice someday : ) SO SERENA IF YOU'RE READING THIS, NO MORE DISAPPEARING ACTS! Thanks : )

Naathan is left as the Director of Peter Pan and he has lived up to the expectations of that role. And Naathan, it will get harder as it gets closer to the date. In fact, it is going to come to a point where you feel yourself making life changing decisions. You're going to meet people who are going to piss you off but make you stronger and meet people who are going to stand by your side through it all. But most of all, you're going to discover the person you could become as time goes by. With that my friend, I leave you with these words, "Don't let anyone tamper with the believes and passion you hold for there will be those who will try to extinguish that flame. Guard it close and ensure that you blossom from your believes and passion because at the end of the day, not only must the people around you benefit and grow from this experience, you must too."

To the core team of AFT; Thana, Kanitha, Henry, Sameer, Colin, Yoga, Prabs, Praven, Idham, KC and Ghauthaman, thank you for trusting in my to follow my ideals and for sticking around long enough to see AFT grow to what its become. It took a lot of vision from the team of you'll to actually believe that AFT was going to be something someday. I hope that AFT will carry on progressing forward as it was meant to and that you'd be around to witness it's growth as well as your own. Good luck guys : )

I'm really going to miss you guys.

(I realise how much I have to write and as such, this is going to be the end of part 1 of the Long Post and part 2 shall be up soon.)

Advice

2010-08-10T23:25:00.000-07:00

I know I know. I've been neglecting my blog for nearly a month. I'm surrounded by people who never fail to remind me especially this one particular person who writes about sofa beds and tables. I have truly tried to write a post. But everytime I log into my account and open up the post page, my fingers fail to fly across the keyboard to type about my day. I thought I was uninspired but the past month has been filled with a thousand activities that deserve to be written about. And then it hit me, I was just living life and the words that were intended to fill up the pages of my blog were being used to speak with others.

I suppose I don't make any sense with that last sentence but let me explain myself. I tend to write about topics that interest me or write about my day or simply state down realizations I've had. The past month has made it hard for me to do so because the level of interaction I have been having with the people around me has increased. Instead of typing about my day, I tend to talk to other people about it. And more importantly, instead of writing my opinions about things that have happened, I've been providing advice.

My advises are nor born of wisdom like those wise men you see giving one liners with a hidden smirk in their eyes. No. Mine are born of logic, simple thought processes that lead you to the decision one has to make.

So why then am I now typing a post? Because my advice, though given, has not been followed by some. I'm not some priest or saint for my advice to be followed but when I give it, I give it as a friend and I don't shove it down someone's throat. It's an option I give. I try to let them now the logical point of view. So if one chooses to follow it or not, it's their choice. But I hate it when someone listens with intent, asks more questions, pretends to want to change, shows concern for the wrong moves he/she is making but ultimately does nothing to change it. And to make things worse, end up performing more actions that just makes the hole deeper. And when that person falls into it, he/she has no one else to blame but themselves. But, they tend to blame others instead.

I get agitated because there was a logical route to take! It was a simple choice. But people fail to see this. Some people I mean. Why complicate matters? To make one look good? Is it like a lie? You know, one lie triggers another and hence another and evantually it all spirals into one complicated web of lies to protect one's image?

Advice is born of two things; wisdom and logic. Wisdom comes from those who have lived longer, gone through experience and made right and wrong choices. Sadly, it's the truth. Age does lend you wisdom. Logic on the other hand, is born from the mind. Logical thinking can even be better seen in the mind of a ten year old child as compared to his 25 year old counterpart. Logical thinking sees the shortest and simplest route one can take to solve the situation as quick as possible. Sadly, not many have it and not many attain it. They are too content in living in their little bubble where they stand still while the world moves ahead of them. Everything that happens to them is a result of other people's actions and when something goes wrong, they blame the world when they should blame themselves for not taking the initiative to have changed it all.

I know I 'm ranting. And this is probably one post only I'll get but if even one person understands the words I've spewed forth, I suppose this post has been useful.

Don't worry, I'll write something of more interest soon enough : )

Frantic much?

2010-07-09T03:36:00.000-07:00

This entire week has been a mad rush of making decisions and carrying out several tasks. And on top of that Soundwave's performance is at the top of my list. Gah. Even energy that is reserved for agitation is at an all time low. I'm losing weight for no apparent reason. And yes, it's only on my face. The rest of me is as...ahem...as ever : )

Alrighty then updates. I've entered a 24 hour script writing competition. We'll see how that goes...I'm really asking for it. Seriously. All things considered if I were to die of exhaustion or over taxation, I place the entire blame on myself.

And then ofcourse, there's the whole spend more time with every family member and friend. That's eating up time as well. But it's time well spent.

Then ofcourse there's Yathra, National University of Singapore's production. We're helping out because we're paying $1000 to take all or atleast whatever we want (SETS) from them. This includes the equipment as well.

Gah. Energy being drained at the thought of it. So there are other things but most of all, I'm disappointed in my writing : ( I'm having writer's block on both my blog and book. Sigh. I need to find inspiration again else my thoughts shall wither away in less than beautiful words.

Oh and Happy Belated Birthday Yoga. : )

What Is It That Makes A Person Lie?

2010-06-28T03:12:00.000-07:00

Lies are but the thorns we install to protect the secret which is the rose. Not all of us are comfortable with exposing our every little secret nor are we capable of baring our souls to the world without feeling absolutely and positively naked. Some love it. They simply love lying. But they call it, 'simply not telling the truth'. I would know. I've been brought up by one who positively hates liars and another who calls lying an art. But the truth of it all is that no one can grow up without lying at all. It's a defense mechanism when used right but when used wrongly, can become a lethal weapon in which the one wielding the lies will soon find themselves in a narrow hole they themselves dug.

Haven't we all experienced that one moment where everything goes terribly silent and our head starts pounding as we look down at the shoes of the person who caught us lying. Well I have. And it's a horrid feeling I would surely wish upon everyone. Why? Well, because then they'd learn how not to get caught ofcourse. Anywho, I'm digressing. The topic at hand is what makes a person lie? And here are what I believe the reasons to be:

1) Desperation

Imagine if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend (which ever gender you are, pick the opposite or...just pick your preference) and your parents aren't exactly liberal thinking folks, and they caught you out with your BF or GF, you would lie. Hell, I would.

Mum: Who is this young man?
Me: Him? Pfft. Him?
Mum: Yes him.
Me: He's that project group mate I've told you about before. Remember?
Mum: Ah...no. I don't think so.
Me: ~~Oh mum, you're always forgetting things.~~ (WRONGGGGGGGG!!!! Don't ever say that, she'll swoop in and deliver the final blow for mentioning a memory loss which ultimately refers to her being old and females hate being referred to as old. Maybe if it were your dad, you could. Unless your dad's an Adonis, then forget it because he's vanity would be the same as a woman's. Instead say this.) Oh mum, I did mention it but I think you were reading that important article in the newspaper. Anyways, this is Chris.
Chris: Hi.
Mum: Yes well...
Me: We just finished project meeting and the rest live around here but Chris and I have to take the train back. That's why we're walking together.
Mum: Oh. Why don't I just give the two of you a ride back then.

(Caution: Don't say yes. Go home with your mum but don't take your BF with you. Because lying with a straight face is already bad but bringing your guy in the car...wow...that's just going to a whole new low.)

So that's for desperation. If we're desperate, we'd try anything to get out of the situation and lying is the first defense mechanism.

2) Instigation
Yes, instigation. When one is provoked and pushed into a corner, one retaliates with an exaggeration of the truth. It happens to everyone. Just that for some of us, as we grow older and thankfully become wiser, we become immune to instigation and pat our provoker on the head and smile at them as though they were a child. However, there are those who constantly respond to instigation despite their age. Here's an example:

God: Lucifer. (laughs in a godly manner) My brother, you must join us up here more often. We lack for sour company. (Laughs again.)
Lucifer: Yes, I see how you yearn for my devious company. It shows in how you spend your time eating and drinking with the other gods.
God: (clears throat) Come now Lucifer, insults are uncalled for here.
Lucifer: Insults. Please brother. If I were to insult you, you wouldn't realise it because us higher intelligent beings can deliver a proper insult without the victim realising it.
God: (face turns red as the other gods start smirking at him) Come now Lucifer.We shall cease this bantering and drink shall we?
Lucifer: Ah yes why not? While the people in Africa suffer from drought and famine and evantually die and end up in hell because they commit crime, let us be merry and consume beverages that are condoned to be bad for the body. Let us then adjourn and be drunk. What a fine role model you make brother.
God: (Turns completely red in anger) Now see here Lucifer! I do more good than you. All you do is guard the hells of gate and ensure the evil souls stay there. My task is far more than that. I have to answer prayers and visit the cities. I have to manage the other Gods and see that the seasons come and go as planned. I have to ensure...
Lucifer: (Cuts in) Oh please brother. The list may go on and on. (Drawls while still lounging in a chair.) But have you for once thought about why the people pray to you or what ensures that the people you think love you try their best to behave well?
God: (Bellows) Because they revere and respect me.
Lucifer: No, because they fear me.
God: (sputters) No...pfft...no.
Lucifer: What have you done brother that has bettered the world recently? Hmmm?
God: (looks about rattled for a moment before lying through his teeth) I have found the answer to world peace!
Lucifer: Have you now? (leans forward) Well what is it then?
God: It is ...well...oh look at the time. I shall share my plans with you soon enough Lucifer. The world will be a better place. Just you see.
Lucifer: Oh please brother. Don't do any of the humans a favour because the last time you implemented a plan of yours, man began to complain how badly it hurt that their testicles were on the outside, easy for women to inflict pain upon them.
God: Yes..well..that was not one of my greatest ideas but this is Lucifer!
Lucifer: Well then. I'm looking forward to seeing world peace.
God: Yes of course.
Lucifer: Before 2012 of course. Because that's when the world ends.
God: Damn it.

3) Plain old pride
Now this last reason is simple. Pride. People lie because they are proud and just can't admit the truth. Like if they haven't completed a task, they lie to protect their reputation and this is without any instigation from anyone. They simply lie. And if one lies too often because of pride, they can end up lying for the rest of their lives. Evantually, they themselves even begin to believe their lies and end up living in their own little bubble of lies.

So if you think about all the 3 reasons, you would realise that every and any lie you have ever said before can be categorized under these 3sub headings. It's true. Don't sass mouth me and say what about white lies. Lying to protect the ones you love. Well that's under Desperation. A lie is a lie. And it is perfectly acceptable if one does it in moderation unless of course you're an excellent poker faced liar. Then by all means, lie to your hearts content but remember, constantly move. If you lie often, staying in one place is dangerous. So move. Travel the world, lie and travel again. Don't settle down in one place.

So as you can see, if you lie often, you won't have a chance at a proper happy life. Sigh. I've completely lost my train of thoughts here. My handphone just buzzed and I'm rushing. So that's that I suppose.

Lies are like the thorns that protect the rose that is the truth.

When I Grow Older

2010-06-20T05:03:00.000-07:00

You know, it's been a really long time since I blogged hot updates. As in, I'm always blogging about stuff that happened 3 to 4 weeks ago but never about recent events. And that's about to change now until ofcourse I revert back to my lazy old ways ; )

Okay, so went on holidays to Genting last weekend. That went straight to hell the moment I stepped onto Malaysia grounds. I fell horribly sick and was detained in my damn room for the whole bloody 3 days. You know how I felt? HORRIBLE. So as you can see, nothing to report although my family was unfailingly sweet over the 3 days. They were constantly checking up on me, and giving me medicine. And I was nice in response by being a very silent sick patient, who didn't complain during the trip until after she got better : )

So we got back and this entire week was practice at night for Soundwave's performance at Woodlands Causeway Point for Housing Development Board (HDB)'s 50th anniversary celebration. And how was the performance? Honestly? Not too good. The boxes killed us. I suppose on a scale of 1-10, it was a 5. Not to worry, Soundwavians, I have just emailed our advisors requesting for $500 to purchase equipment. Hopefully that works because we're bloody performing at Youth Scape on July 11 and we can't risk using stupid boxes again. Bongos and drum sets only. Oh and the make do shakers of course. Lifesavers those little things.

And sadly, I've still been recovering this entire week. When I got back home from performance, my voice went berserk again for 2 hours. It's better now. I think God wants me to keep my opinions to myself. It's his not so silent way of informing me.

What else? Oh yes. The World Cup. Don't fret fellow football watchers. You don't have the channel at home? MacDonalds is too packed for you? You can't afford to buy newspaper to get the results? FEAR NOT! FACEBOOK TO THE RESCUE! Yes football fanatics, Facebook gives you an accurate and sometimes not so accurate play by play of what takes place during the matches. So just pop come sweet popcorn or salty whichever you prefer, log into facebook, sit back and enjoy the SHOUTOUTS from your friends who are watching the matches. And if you don't have many female friends, GO ADD THEM NOW! Because they are the kind souls who update the statuses with football play by plays the most! So yes. Facebook is FIFA World Cup's unannounced and unofficial sponsor and media support : )

Thank you for tuning in.

Oh and I do believe that this song should have won over Shakira's Waka Waka.

Oh and Toy Story 3 is AWESOME!!!

Oh My...

2010-06-17T22:47:00.000-07:00

Time sure flies doesn't it? Especially the month of May and June. It feels like a weekend to me. So much has happened and I'm just barely recovering from it all only to have to prepare myself for the next tiresome yet wonderful phase.

So like I mentioned previously, Arteen Furteens (AFT) performed at SHINE awards ceremony. Here are some of the pictures from the 29th of May 2010:

It was definitely loads of fun and now it's over. After that, I refused to touch the younger AFTians for they were having papers or had alot to catch up on. Besides, I had my birthday party to work on. Yes peeps, my 21st Masquerade Party on the 5th of June 2010. Masquerade! Always loved that concept and finally had one.

This was how I felt on that day.

It was a mad rush and my mind was in a flurry. Everything seemed up but at the same time undone. Worry flooded through, trapping any other possible emotion from emerging. It was impossible. It seemed impossible. How were we to get this all done by 6.30pm?

But then I saw my brother standing upon a chair, balancing himself, as he attempted to string up twinkling lights and my mother, tying up bunches of balloons, my sister and cousins, slaving away as they tied ribbons to cupcakes, my cousin, putting up a gorgeous masterpiece and my youngest sibling, pitching a tent. And in that moment, I knew, there was no choice but to make it work.

Clipping back my hair, that I had done at the saloon and was probably going to be messed up before the party even started, I trudged into it all and a mad dash soon began. I was either shouting orders or receiving them. 6pm arrived and my cousin sister started yelling at me to follow her in order to get dressed up. I would then beg for 5 more minutes to finish some things up. 5 soon turned into 15 minutes and I was evantually dragged away. I stared forlornly at the half mess I was leaving behind as I headed to the dressing room. As I pulled on my dress and unclipped my hair, I strained my ears for any sound of indication that the mess was cleared, But I heard none. My cousin sister soon sat me down and applied my worst enemy, makeup. I don't hate makeup. I just hate the waiting one has to do while being applied with it. I mean a touch of lipgloss and a dash of blusher should be sufficient right? Wrong.

So as I sat there waiting for the make up to be done, I pounded my other cousin sisters endlessly asking them if something was done or if I suddenly recalled a task, I'd yelp at them to get it done. I wanted my guests to enjoy themselves. That was the whole purpose of my party. I enjoy seeing other people enjoy themselves.

Then, after a straining hour or so, my makeup was done. Swiftly, I adorned my mask and all but scrambled from the room to check if the venue was ready. And my god. It was : )

There are so many people I have to thank. First of course would be my two buddies, Yoga and Naathan who emceed for me. Thank you very much guys : ) You'll were brilliant and hilarious. You made it great. And ofcourse Yoga, thank you for being the human ladder at some moments.

Andrew and Idham for the beautiful rendition of "When I Look At You". And to Prabs and Henry for singing that song and trust me when I say that your mistakes are what made it memorable : )

To Shanty for preparing the sinfully sweet cupcakes that everyone said they loved : ) The final embellishments on the cupcakes were just too dear. To Selvi and Mahes for tolerating all my barks of orders. I swear that I will be your humble servant at your weddings : ) To Vani akka for helping with the deco and my make up and of course for the huge mask that was the beautiful backdrop.

To Prateepan for the collage that you did and ofcourse to Sathim and you for the wonderful work at the kids' corner : )

To Praven for putting up the lights and assisting without complain with all the deco and of course to Praven, again, KC, Sameer, Idham and Yoga for the wonderful HamSam dedication. You'll are still idiots for putting that picture of me at the front but still darlings for the effort : )

To Kanitha who although was a guest assisted in the last minute decoration of the place. Thanks dear!

To everyone who got me wonderful gifts ; )

And to mum and dad who paid for my birthday....at least we got back half of what we spent! haha But thanks to them for finding the perfect venue.

So that was my 21st Masquerade Party

A Much Needed Say

2010-06-02T09:42:00.000-07:00

I can't imagine how I could have gone for so long without viewing and typing on my blog. It's just been tough, logging in and reading the latest post and actually beginning to think what I could type about. It's been so busy and tough that I couldn't find the words to describe everything, and I probably will not be able to do so now but I'm going to try : )

It's been a flurry of activities these past 3 weeks, I'm not sure where I should begin. So to start off, here's what I had in store for me.

29th May 2010: Resorts World Performance
29 May- 6 June 2010: Launch of my book at Suntec City International Book Fair
5th June 2010: 21st Birthday Celebration
12- 14 June 2010: Genting holiday with extended family

Yeah. So of course, much of my time was invested in AFT's performance at Resorts World. We had to be as close to perfection as possible. And here's the truth, we were not close to being perfect but we were definitely good because no one else in Singapore has tried it and we did. We broke the barriers for what was deemed possible and impossible and I know for sure that the next person in AFT takes up a gig like this, we'll be perfect. First time's always the test run : )

To the boys, who told me that they couldn't sing or dance, you proved yourself wrong. Yeah you go off pitch sometimes but so do I. The thing that matters is that you tried and won a battle. Girls, our first time dancing on stage in a dress and it went well. Both of you looked gorgeous and I couldn't have danced with anyone better.

Prabs, Henry and Idham, thank you for making the music awesome to sway to. Prabs, an excellent job done in the official song for the SHINE awards. It was truly an inspirational song and everyone loved it : ) Henry, I know you learned the chords for the song rather last minute, but it was definitely well done! Idham, what can I say? The ladies love a dude in a suit carrying and playing the bongos ; )

All of you looked amazing that night and it was truly a huge step for AFT and we can only keep on climbing up from here on out for we have built the safety net and we've got something to catch us if we fall, our reputation.

So moving on, while all this was going on, I was preparing for my birthday party. Not easy when too many people are providing suggestions leaving you tired and agitated and just confused. But after awhile, I knew that I had the last say and should be making decisions based on my own good sound judgement. So from there on out, things went well...well kinda.

Anyways, this week's been rather tough because I was juggling teaching at Si Lin Primary School from 1pm to 5pm and Sinda from 7pm to 9pm on Monday and Tuesday. And I had Sinda again today. It's just been 3 long days with my mum and me squeezing any time we had left for all it was worth; rushing here and there purchasing deco, calling up to confirm food orders, ensuring the cake would arrive on time, sound system, dress, guest book, emcee script (meeting the guys later in the wee hours of the morning), music, video, masks...god...ah yes and mosquito patches. I don't want anyone getting bitten in the outdoors. Oh and how could I forget, toys to distract the kids from the small pool. Kill me.

At the same time, I'm meeting up Yoga and Naathan in the morning to settle the emceeing part, then going for facial (an evil foe that my mum just has to force me to go!!! I hate it!!! HATE IT! Not kidding. Threading and all I can take but STUPID SICKENING FACIAL!!! BLOODY HELLL! !!!! I'm just supposed to sit there and wait and wait and wait and wait till my STUPID LIFE EXPIRES!!!!!!!!!!! Okay I'm calm now.) Then, I'm meeting up ladies from AI for lunch and then rushing off to NUS to pass them the bags for the camp and then rushing back to meet my mum and head over to Malaysia to collect the album and purchase anything that is anti mosquito. Then head back home to complete the table centre pieces.

And on Friday, rising bright and early to follow my mum to settle some stuff, transfer money over to confirm some travelling documents, off to Tangs to purchase a chocolate fondue machine (hopefully), then to Suntec City for the International Book Fair to promote my book then off to Spaboutique to meet the table and chairs company and to set up half the deco. Then back home to sleep.

And then on Saturday....ahhhh!!! Wake up, go to the saloon, get my hair done, chuck all things necessary for the party into mum's car, head off for french class (last lesson so I have to go and collect my certificate), leave halfway for the Spaboutique, set up all the deco, change, makeup and then party starts. At this moment, although I know there is more after that, I can't seem to think beyond 5th June at this point of time so I'm going to just take it 1 week at a time.

Did I mention I went to Ikea and then courts and then Chong Pang and then to a cousin's house and then to SINDA and then to the CC all the while, I REPEAT, all the while, somehow lugging a bag that weighs more than 4kg on top of my 1.5kg Nike Bag (yes I weighed it).

But I don't hate life, I'm just trying my best to make sure that I'm not swept away by the tidal wave, instead, I'm trying to ensure I'm riding it. Understand the difference? If you don't, I'll explain it some other time.

Feeling Like A Zombie,

Writer

MODELING IS so not my thing.

2010-05-14T07:49:00.000-07:00

So...yes. I went to Malaysia for my photoshoot. It's for my 21st birthday (masquerade theme) and my mum and dad sponsored it. I get to shoot from 12pm to 6pm and have to adorn 2 of my own casual attire while the photographers provide two of their gowns. So here's a summary of how it went.

Alright, I know I've done the 10 thing list before this but what the hell I'll do it again.

10 things I learned in Malaysia

1) When one is modeling, one may tend to get stuck in a certain position especially if the hip is thrust to one's side. Yes. When I was sitting on the floor while the photographer was taking a shot, I actually leaned forward and said, "Wait, wait, wait. Hip cram. Hip cram."

2) Serena understands me superbly well. The stylist placed a mini hat on my head and I just said, "Really?" rather softly and Serena said, "Yes. It suits you fine. Don't worry." What would I do without her? Haha.

3) Anyone can look good with 3 layers of makeup on their face.

4) When someone repetitively tells me something, I get wary. The photographer was an awesomely nice guy but for some reason, he finds it necessary to constantly, and I mean CONSTANTLY, say, "Okay, alright. 3, 2, Open your mouth." What he wanted was a natural looking picture, according to Serena so he didn't want me to tightly press my lips together, hence the instruction to open it slightly. But to REPEAT it more than a 100 times....sigh...I laughed at first and then I died inside.

5) My eyes can actually look bigger than they are with the help of fake eyelashes.

6) That contraption I always thought was a torture tool is actually an eyelash curler. Whoopie. And here's a tip. If you want to make sure that your eyelashes actually stay curled after you use the ~~torture tool~~ eyelash curler, heat the ~~torture~~ curler with a hair dryer first before using.

7) Dresses that don't look nice on first inspection can actually look really good in a picture.

8) People in Malaysia are amazed by the fact that Serena and Colin are friends with Indians or vice versa. They kept staring at the group of us. Yes people. We're planning to start a revolution in your country by mixing the Chinese and the Malays.

9) I like the contact lens I bought. It's actually rather irrelevant to the topic at hand but hey what the hell.

10) Oh oh oh!!! The road from Malaysia's customs (Checkpoint) to the city itself looks like an F1 racetrack, with all its curves and stuff. Think of the possibilities. First was the night race, now we'll have country to country races. Haha. Can you imagine the racers stopping at the immigrations to hand of their passports before they can get clearance to complete the race. Haha. If you're not laughing just get off my blog now.

So folks, I'm tired, decidedly so. Hence, I'm going to sign off now with this picture that my mum took of me during the shoot:

Don't forget No. 3.

Stars

2010-05-05T10:41:00.000-07:00

Whaz up!?!?! So I was about to just start replying to emails and get down to work before sleeping when I suddenly had one of those inspired moments. That split second where I go, "I shall write about this now!" So here I am : )

Okay updates first:

1) I went for a driving lesson this week. Misplaced my temp driving pass. Instructor was kind enough to drive me to the Woodlands Civics center to renew at SingPost. Realised there wasn't a SingPost at the Civics center. Instructor drove me back to the school. Tried my luck at renewing there. Couldn't. Got depressed. Took the bus back to Admiralty MRT station. Instructor called me twice. Was too depressed. Didn't answer. He SMSED me: "Hi. Talked to my supervisor. It's okay. We'll let you clear this lesson and we'll begin on vertical parking. Where are you?" Was over my depression. Called him and told him where I was. He came and picked me up. We only had 40 minutes of lesson left. I cleared one lesson and began halfway on the other one. All that drama in 2 hours...

2) Got the ISBN for my book. Stickers are being printed. Will be attached to book next week. Distribution will take place the week after and books will be in stores!!!

3) Been swimming consistently. Mum and Dad saw me inspired to exercise and decided to encourage me by dangling $150 if I reach the body frame that I want. Relax, I will share my weight for I am not ashamed by it. I actually like my weight and am okay with my size. I just want to tone it and keep fit. So my current weight is 63.8kg. And I would like to reach 56kg. And after that if I tone up and my weight increases, I've got no issues. And since my mum said there's no time limit, if I take 2 years for this then the money's still there ; )

4) Realised I want a date. So if there's any hot hot hot guy reading my blog, call me.

5) Peter Pan script is perfect now. The storyline is better and more importantly, life has been breathed into the characters. So kudos to Yoga, Naathan and myself. What? I need to praised myself as well ; ) And Naathan and Yoga stuck in there and redid major scenes bloody well! So brilliant job guys!

6) Watched Iron Man 2. Loved it. Standard Marvel Cheesy lines. Explosives. Fight scenes. The suit.

7) We've started rehearsals for the Resorts World Shine Awards celebrations. Just got a call from Rebecca from PAYM. They loved the show choir concept. Who wouldn't especially since Glee is now a hit. And they especially love the song choices : ) "Rehab" lyric changes suited them and they can't wait to see it. Of course this just means the team will have to work doubly hard.

8) I still want a Siberian Husky. A wolf can come next.

9) Rediscovered my ambition.

10) Might be getting a maid! Hopefully chores will be no more!!! Lazy I am.

And now that I'm done with that, here's an explanation on the title of my post. I've been watching the movie, "Jack". I first watched it several years back. Was lucky enough to stumble upon it recently and have been watching it every day, at least once. If you're an ungrafeful lout, stuck up, indecent, a prick, boring, a realist, a name caller, an adult whose forgotten how to be a kid, watch this movie because you'll remember how it was to be a child, especially a boy. This movie is about a boy who ages four times faster than the people of his age. When he's ten, he looks forty. And when he's 17, he looks sixty-eight. And his ambition when he grows up is to be alive. Watch it because it'll remind you of alot of things you've probably forgotten. Actors are Robbie Williams, Bill Cosby and Fran.

It was while I was watching this movie that Bill Cosby said a line. It's not precise but roughly what he said. You see Jack wanted to be ordinary like everyone else. He just wanted to be a regular kid. But Bill Cosby's character told him that he'll never be ordinary....because he's extraordianry. Everyone else is a star. But Jack was a shooting star. It's rare that you see one and when you do, you stop and stare because it's special and even after it's gone, you remember it for the rest of your life.

So being different is okay. It makes you extraordinary. It makes you special. People will remember you because you affected them. Being different is amazing.

So do you want to be a star or a shooting star?

The Ham Sam Show

2010-04-26T08:24:00.000-07:00

You simply have to watch it! This 5 minute long production is hilarious and has little moments in there where you find yourself giggling crazily.

Sameer and Idham, fantastic job guys. It takes alot to be the hosts of any show and you'll pulled it off. On top of that, you'll did it with finesse! Idham with the whole awkward crying moment and Sameer with the censored vulgarities! Haha!

Naathan, that was simply insanely funny. Mr Bubbles!?!?! I'm not gonna give anything away because you have to watch it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And Yoga....Yoga Yoga Yoga. OMG! The music and the way you stood!!! PRICELESS!!!

And ofcourse Praven, well done with the whole plan. It's turned out fantastic. And keep going at it.

So folks, do watch The Ham Sam show because it is worth your time and most definitely will make you LAUGH!

AND HERE IT IS FOR YOU VIEWING PLEASURE!!!!

Times and Memories (Part 4)

2010-04-19T11:11:00.000-07:00

Before you read Part 4, you may read the 1st 3 parts by clicking on the links below:

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

"Here we are," her father proclaimed as he pulled the car up a driveway next to a quaint house. As he got out of the vehicle and rounded to the back to retrieve the bags, she sat there for a few seconds and stared blankly out her window. She felt isolated and cornered at the same time. Taking in a deep breath that caused her entire body to shiver, she pushed the door open and got out of the car. As her father walked towards her with her bags, she took one from him and obediently followed the silent man to the front door. But before he could even open it, she stopped dead in her tracks and made a pathetic little sound.

"I can't do it. I can't go in there dad," she held her hands up in defeat as her voice trembled from the emotions that flooded her. "I just can't." She felt worn out and weak from everything. She was tired of life and all the roller coaster rides it had taken her on. And she was especially tired of getting off the ride without any good memories to take away.

Her father stared at her for a moment before slowly walking up to her. Laying a callused hand on her shoulders, he said in a gruff voice,"She needs you now more than ever. She asks for you every day. Please. Don't make her suffer any longer." With that said, he turned away and went into the house leaving her at the driveway feeling torn.
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"Please Faith, you have to help me! I can't do this alone," Ray pleaded with her twin.

"I never said I wasn't going to help you," Faith said sternly even as she placed a comforting hand on her sister's, "I'll never leave you, ever." Ray collapsed into tears the moment Faith said those words and Faith held her sobbing sister as she spilled tears over her lost innocence.

"I didn't expect this to happen Faith. I don't know what to do," Ray managed to get those words out in between her sobs.

"Hush. Now listen carefully. I'm here for you and we're going to get through this together, okay?" Faith looked into her sister's eyes. Ray nodded her head as she brushed away the tears that had dampened her cheeks.

"Good. Now first, I need to know who got you pregnant?" Faith asked her twin sister calmly.

"I can't tell you that," Ray shook her head.

"Why not? It would help Ray. Have you talked to him about this? Does he know you're pregnant? He needs to know Ray," Faith poked her sister for the truth.

"No! Please just leave it! He doesn't need to know alright!" Ray spit out venemously.

"Why not? I think he deserves to know. You need to atleast give him a chance to make a choice!" Faith counter argued.

"I can't because he's married!" Ray shouted. Faith looked away as she absorbed this piece of information.

"He's married?" She whispered. This changed everything. All at once, Faith's anger was riveted onto this unknown man who had slept and impregnated her sister. How dare he?

"Who is he?" Faith asked. "Do I know him?"

Ray fell silent as she sat beside her sister.

"Do I know him Ray? Have I met him before?" Faith persisted on. She wanted to give the scumbag a piece of her mind. Her sister did not deserve to be treated like this. "Ray?"

"You don't want to know Faith," Ray mumbled softly.

"Why not?" Faith asked and it was at that moment, a bad feeling crept over her. Just then, the front door to her house opened and she heard the familiar voice of her husband of two years.

"Honey, where are you? I got us dinner reservations at that restaurant you've been eyeing," his velvety voice floated down the hallway to where Faith and Ray sat.

Faith, in all slowness, turned to look into her sister's face and what she saw there jarred her to her very bones. For there, on Ray's face was a look of fear and guilt and it was then that Faith knew who the married man her twin had feared mentioning.

Anger seeped away only to be replaced by cold fury.

Hah! I was right! But then again I always was!

2010-04-18T05:23:00.000-07:00

Hah! (Yes this word actually bears repeating.) I was right! You know what this means? This means that you should log into my blog constantly and read it! WHY? BECAUSE I OOZE AWESOMENESS!

HAHA! And because I'm always right. Like do you know why it was raining again tonight? BECAUSE Zeus lost the game Para Para to Hades. Sigh...when will they ever learn...

Anyways, I'll post some time later...oh yeah, Sameer wanted me to post this:

SOFABEDTABLE ROCKS!!!

IKEA (Win $1000 vouchers)

2010-04-15T22:08:00.000-07:00

Check this out!!!

3 simple steps:

1) Go onto the IKEA Website and download the software that will help you design your room.

2) Design your room! Have fun and be creative!

3) Submit your entry and await the results!!!

It's as simple as that!!!

I'm working on mine now!!! So fun lol. So if you are interested in joining the competition click HERE!!!

Oh and before I go off check out this comic strip I found within the pages of the IKEA magazine:

I read twice and couldn't stop laughing to myself. My sister called me crazy and walked off...

Oh and as a final comment, here's a weather report:
Residents of the North were shocked to their bones when a storm came over their homes; a thunderstorm to be exact. Reasons are not clear but we're getting reports that Hades stole Zeus' PS3 and as a result, the great King of Gods decided to retaliate rather childishly by tossing his powerful weapons down to the pits of Hell in order to spite Hades. However, Zeus in his anger forgot that between him and his brother, lies the domain called Earth, where humans reside and hence get caught in the middle of it all.

But Zeus realised his mistake at about 7pm last night and ceased his fury. As such, today we're enjoying a peaceful clear morning. But we've gotten insider scoop that Hades is now planning to steal Zeus' pride and glory, his God of War game. So be warned, there could possibly be a greater thunderstorm tonight.

And I'm out.

When I was 10... (And other things)

2010-04-13T10:25:00.000-07:00

I still remember this because I yearned it so badly that I could not stop thinking about it for a very long time.

When I was 10, I wanted to be part of a performance group. I didn't care what performance group it was as long as we played instruments, sung or danced, but I mostly wanted to play an instrument. It happened on the day my mum took me shopping with her at Causeway point and I saw a performance taking place there. It was a marching band performing several pieces and it was then that I fell in love with their uniformity and music. But most of all, I fell in love with the idea of being so much a part of a team that even if you left it a year later, the memories and sense of comrade would never leave you. I suppose NS guys would understand that. It's like going to BMT and leaving with a life time of bro stories to tell.

Anyways, when I got back home, I couldn't stop thinking about it and I wanted so badly to be part of some music group. I only played one instrument at that time and that was the Organ. I began to play it earnestly and whole heartedly but I was disheartened as days went by and I couldn't be part of a team. It was then I made a promise to myself that one day, I would start a team and I would play with them and we would perform in well known locations.

Today that dream was fulfilled. Last year, that hope I had of being part of such a team was rekindled when a bunch of AFT members began playing the drums that one of our cast members left behind after a children's camp we had. Together with several bongos left behind, everyone began to fool around and it was then that I remembered that dream I had of being part of a team. So I prodded on with the idea and the percussion group was born. Haphazardly, a few people came together to perform for countdown and soon after, we were performing at events.

But it was not enough for me. For the first time, I did not want to lead this team. I wanted to genuinely be part of it.

Here's where I'm going to introduce you to my concept of levels of leadership. Imagine a ladder if you will.

A 3rd rung leader is someone who is very much a part of the team. Meaning, he/she chooses to be a follower and listens and follows orders. He/she is also very influential for when he asks everyone to keep quiet and pay attention to the 2nd or 1st rung leader, they keep quiet and listen. (Idham I believe that in Soundwave you are that person.)

A 2nd rung leader is someone caught in between being partially part of the team and partially leading the team. He/she is able to influence the team to a certain extent while capably appealing some of his/her ideas to everyone else. He/she is also looked to when small problems need to be solved. (Thana, I believe fits into this category in AFT Soundwave.)

A 1st rung leader is someone who completely detaches himself from the team in the sense that anything he/she does is entirely for the benefit of the team. He/she is well respected by the team and ultimately makes the decisions for the team. This person can sometimes become the bad person, which in many cases is very necessary. This person also risks several chances of bonding within the team because he/she chooses a position that gives him a bird's eye view rather than bro bonding session. (Praven, took up this role in AFT Soundwave.)

Praven, my brother, did an excellent job in conducting Soundwave's music. I'm extremely proud of him and here's a warning to all other AFT members, you shall soon be facing Praven's learning journey as well because sometimes in life, you cannot just be a 3rd or 2nd rung leader, sometimes, you have to become a 1st rung leader. It's not that easy but you have to deal with it. All 3 levels of leadership is equally important and I believe that Thana, Idham and Praven filled it up very well. So here's to the 3 of you'll.

I'm digressing. Back to the point of me wanting to be part of a team. So yes, since Praven was the 1st rung leader, Thana was the 2nd rung leader and Idham was the 3rd rung leader, I was finally left to be a team mate! I was pleased at that prospect. Practice sessions were more fun for me because I did not need to lead anyone, I could simply focus on being part of the team! I did not have to worry (much) about how things went on (except for the fact that I m AFT chairman and sometimes things do come back to me).

And today, when I was on that stage, I felt light and happy because I saw this one kid, this one small little Indian girl who watched us from the floor. She was staring at all the instruments and the people playing it and I remembered, "When I was 10, I was that kid who wanted to be that person who was part of that team. And I finally am."

So yeah : ) It's a feel good moment. Anyways, as the title of my blog states, there's another part, the "Other Things" part. Here are a bunch of random things that have happened that I wish to mention. First, the Canberra Quarterly newsletter. Kudos to my mum for doing a brilliant job....again!

And here's the article that Serena and I did for the newsletter!!!

It's the "Editor's Pick For Top 5 Hotspots in Sembawang". Serena took the picture while I did the write up. Yoga's name is inside as well even though he did nothing...so he's going to have to do most of the write up for the next feature. If anyone wants a copy of this newsletter, no worries for if you live in Canberra, you'll be getting one in your mail for free soon! And if you don't live in Canberra, well you can collect one from the CC. Trust me. This issue is terrific. And if you are interested in writing for this magazine, drop me an email @ ancientoriant@yahoo.com.sg : ) Or just let me know on my tagboard!!!

Anyways, moving on....HERE'S ANOTHER BIRTHDAY GIFT I GOT TODAY!!! This one's from Kanitha:

It's a freaking Carousel!!!!!!

Isn't it pretty? I recall once, seeing something like this. I wanted so badly to buy it but didn't because I didn't want to squander my money! I do believe that there should be a new definition for birthdays. Here it is:

BIRTHDAYS: A good reason for others to squander their money on behalf of you. : )

Thanks Kanitha! Seriously love the gift. It came as a huge surprise similar to the thrill my sis and mum's gift gave me! Don't you just love surprises!?!?! Haha. Anyways, that's all I have left in me to blog. So I shall end it here and bid you goodbye.

My Birthday Presents List

2010-04-11T10:50:00.000-07:00

Every year, on my birthday, I actually take note of the presents I get. I mean birthdays are even more fun when you actually get presents. What I do is, I write down a list of gifts I get for that birthday and keep it in a diary. It also helps to look back on the past years with a good memory of how my birthdays were like. For example, when I turned 13, the greatest present I received then was a disc man. And how rare is it to see that piece of equipment around now?

Anyways, that's my point. It's fun to look back and compare the presents you got then to the kind you may get now because time changes and so does the type of presents you receive.

So here's the list for the birthday presents I got this year:

1) A pair of delicious and sinfully delectable brownies that Shruthi baked for me : )

2) A delicious birthday cake that Sri Ram, my cousin brother, bought for me. (Choco Exotic from Four Leaves)

Yup that's me, blowing out the candles.

3) An awesome lunch out with the beloved family.

4) An awesome artwork from Prabs.

5) Delicious pasta, cheese and meat dinner from Ravind (It's a silent 'D'). He cooked it by himself and I must say he's got a future in the FnB industry ; )

6) Nice dinner and ofcourse gaming (L4D2 and Battlefield 2 with friends and family). And I promise not to drive a tank anymore.

7) This beautiful statue from my mum : )

8) This is Calastria! Shanty got it for me from 'Build A Bear'. Isn't she adorable. She's a horse in case you're wondering. And the picture below that is of Calastria together with Hunter.

9) AND HERE'S THE CAMERA WITH WHICH I TOOK ALL THE PICTURES!!! I haven't explored all the functions yet but I shall figure it out soon! It's a Nikon Coolpix camera. It's pink. Not my favourite colour but it looks good here! It's a touch screen camera and need I say it's FREAKING AWESOME. Getting this camera is = to getting a car to me. Wooohooo! So thanks mum and dad : )

10) And ofcourse, MY BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm just too bloody excited!!!! Finally after so long, my book is published!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's called, "The Guardian, The Land of Arilt"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! lol. If you are interested in purchasing my book, please do let me know and I'll sell it to you. It's priced at $12.90 which is very reasonable : )

And that was my birthday for me.

But I want to leave my blog with one thing clear. In the post prior to this, I stated I was hesitant about turning 21, that I wished for the clock to still so that the 24 hours may pass quickly. Here's the thing. When that clock stroke 12, my brother's friends, who were staying over, wished me Happy Birthday before bundling themselves back into my brother's room. My family wished me Happy Birthday and my sis and mum presented me with the gifts. It was then that the first prickle of joy started spreading through me. I then went to sleep but not before cracking several lightsticks I had in my room and hanging them about so that I fell asleep amidst glowing lights.

When I woke up, we went for lunch and my family wanted to cut the cake at Cafe Cartel. I said no, that I would rather cut it back home. I wanted it to be simple and share it only with those who would probably sing me the Birthday Song because they actually cared. After that, I opted to go play lan with my friends and family. And that was my birthday.

Here's where I started realising several things.

1) Instead of going on that buffet lunch at a Hotel like my mum suggested, I wanted to go to a simple restaurant. So we went to Cafe Cartel.

2) Instead of going to town to do something different and special, I chose to play lan.

3) Instead of taking up my mum's offer of going out earlier and that she would do my housechore for me, I washed and dried the clothes.

I just realised that I had made several choices today. I chose to celebrate my birthday simple because I was afraid that by celebrating it grandly, people would expect some significant change from me. I wanted to keep things plain and simple and possibly dull because I didn't want false expectations to be raised of me.

But I just realised (yes yes, I'm using that word alot), I'm okay with that. I'm okay with turning 21, because someone wrote something on my facebook wall today that left me touched. She said, I was "SOMEONE OF SUBSTANCE".

It makes one pause and think and I did. I'm okay with turning 21, in fact I'm excited. I'm fine with whatever expectations people throw at me because I know I'm capable. I'm ready for a significant change to take place because all these years I've been living has taught me how to adapt quickly.

21 isn't an age, it's a way of thinking. It's a mindset that forces you to think what direction you're heading in and whether you're okay with that direction. And I'm perfect with where I'm heading. Within the past 6 months, I've learned so many lessons that I feel more matured and capable of making decisions. Being 21 isn't an overnight change, it's a change that has been building up for over 21 years.

So I'm proud of where I am and I'm happy to be 21 and even though I celebrated my birthday in the most simplest of fashion, I'm happy with the day. And who knows, maybe I'll go for the Fullerton Hotel Chocolate Buffet : )

I'm Not Ready

2010-04-09T09:25:00.000-07:00

I'm not ready to turn 21. I don't feel changes overcoming me. I don't see a difference. And I definitely am not experiencing some life altering moment. What is it that makes turning 21 special? What makes it so important that people keep mentioning it and you feel as though you're put in the spotlight for that period of time? It's not like you're moving from being a teenager to a young adult. Heck, if that were the case then we should be celebrating turning 20.

What is it then? And if you think that I'm asking this question because I know the answer and simply want to lead you on some self discovery journey, you're wrong. Because I have no clue what it is. Especially for a Singaporean Indian girl like myself. I hesitate when I think about the fact that my birthday is in exactly 24 hours time. I detest it and wish time would stop for another week so that I may think long and hard about what turning 21 means to me.

When I was a kid, I went to my cousins' (yes more than 1) 21st birthday celebrations and they were grand affairs, held in function rooms and halls. I grew up anticipating the excitement of that day for myself because it seemed really important. But now I'm not sure.

I've got 24 hours to think about it and I hope I have an answer by the end of it because whether I like it or not, I'm turning 21 this Sunday.

BRO HUGGER

2010-03-31T09:34:00.000-07:00

Are you a bro hugger, a man who hugs other men? We have two words for you: stop and it. Here's a handy list for when you're not sure whether a guy-to-guy clutch is appropriate:

Hug Me
I return from combat
Someone dies
I earn a degree
I go into surgery

Don't Hug Me
I spring for lunch
I get hit in softball (or for Singapore's case 'football')
I get over a cold
I get blackjack

By, Steven Wright

I felt like starting of with that today. Found it in the March issue of Reader's Digest. Along with it, I found out that Gurmit Singh is in the tenth position for the title of 'People Singaporean Trust'. It's a good read. Explains alot about how people place trust in TV figures and how sincerity is one of the key attributes when one comes to trust someone else.

Anywho, alot has happened. Andrew's birthday party took place. It was fun especially with this dude Patrick who was drunk like hell and then of course Yoga had to go all mighty crazy. He asked me if he should go all crazy and when I said yes, he was all bro like with Paul Twohill...that's how you spell his name right? Anyways, Yoga was all out crazy and it was funny to watch as he tried to steer Patrick and his entirely drunk friends away from the non- drunks. Funniest part, Patrick again. Here's a conversation that took place between Patrick, the Chinese drunk fellow, and Andrew, the Indian birthday boy. (I don't even know why I'm giving you the race. Might as well start listing down their height and weight along with it. Okay...I'm going to stop here before it stops getting funny : ))

Patrick: Andrew. Andrew. Andrew. (He talks in a British accent. Despite not being one.)

Andrew: Yes Patrick. (Says it like he's talking to a 5 year old.)

Patrick: Andrew I want this to be the most fabulous birthday party of your life.

(At this point, I'm thinking: WHAT PARTY???? The party ended like an hour ago when most of Andrew's friends and family went home! This was the slacking session!!! Whereby some of Andrew's friends stay back to hang out with him! But I decide to shut up and keep this to myself.)

Andrew: Thank you Patrick.

Patrick: I say....( he pauses for dramatic effect while emphasizing his British accent) you follow me over there and I get you drunk.

Andrew: No it's okay Patrick. (Still speaks as though to a 5 year old.)

Patrick: Andrew. Andrew. Andrew.

(I'm rolling my eyes at this point. Seriously....when will the dude stop!?!)

Andrew: Yes Patrick? (The ever so kind Andrew)

Patrick: Are you having the best, most fabulous time of your life ever? (wow...)

Andrew: Yes.

Patrick: BULLSHIT! (ahahahahahha)

Andrew: What? (sorry Andrew. You didn't hear him the 1st time did you. He'll say it again.)

Patrick: Bullshit! (what a character!)

So yeah that was my first meet with a drunk. Hilarious but also painfully sad. Painfully because I couldn't imagine myself in that position! Not knowing what the heck I was doing and not being able to control myself! Seriously if I ever wanted to get drunk, I'll do it in the comfort of my own home, lock myself in the room, drink, talk to the walls, rip my clothes, shout "BULLSHIT!" to the world from my window and then get kicked out from my home by my parents. YUP. That's what I'll do.

Besides that joyous most memorable occasion, the next few days were pretty normal. OH WAIT! French class. I started on Saturday and I kinda walked into the class picturing a Singaporean teaching the language and to my surprise, a good surprise, it was a French man : ) He had the accent and all even while speaking in English. I'm not saying that Singaporeans can't teach the language. They can. It's just that it's even better when a person of that country actually taught you. It's like viewing France their eyes.

And now I'm just ranting...Indication that this post you should end. In fact it is an indication for any blogger to stop. When one is rambling, nothing productive comes out of it.

END POST

2 Deaths

2010-03-29T08:01:00.000-07:00

I used to think Canberra was rather dull. It seemed neither here nor there. It was simply a location between Yishun and Woodlands.

Not any longer.

I don't appreciate the fact that the news that will make our location more popular is 2 deaths.

Tonight, a Philippine maid died as a gray pick up truck hit and ran over her. She died, crushed. This was at the junction in front of Canberra Primary School.

At the same time, someone else died at Sembawang MRT station. The body was covered at the benches just outside the 7 Eleven of the MRT station. The reason for that death is unsure but rumors have been going around that it is murder. Once again, it is unconfirmed.

At first I thought, wow! Who would have thought this would have happened in Canberra. And soon that subsided and a feeling of sadness just seemed to wash over after that. It is depressing. No one deserves to die like that and no one deserves to carry on living knowing that they killed someone like that. The Chinese man, who had knocked the maid over, was in tears when it was declared she was dead. He was placed in the police car and looked to be stunned.

Imagine waking up every morning knowing you were responsible? And what about her family back in her country? Her employer, a Chinese female was also crying rather badly together with her young son when they arrived at the scene.

Despite the fact that I had hoped for excitement to take place in Canberra. This was not it.

Last Weekend Mayhem Part 2

2010-03-22T09:11:00.000-07:00

Yeah so here's the continuation of the previous post. By the way I'm so energized I'm rearing to take on anything at this point!!!!

Okay back to the issue at hand. Right after the 21st Birthday party, headed back for Soundwave practice which lasted till 3.30am in the morning. Went back home, slept at 5.30am and then woke up at 8am again. Did house chores and then rushed down to the CC for one final practice before we performed and I will stick by this: We did a good job guys despite the lack of proper acting. The beats were good and all we have to do now is keep getting better and better.

Sameer resting before the performance. Everyone was too tired. We only practiced the night before and hadn't had enough sleep.

Idham/ Bob Azli jamming on his guitar...or was it Prabs'?

Soundwave: Percussion team/ Chair Stackers

Look at how many chairs we stacked!!!! We're bloody professionals!!!

Anyways, hung out with them for awhile before rushing over to my uncle's place for his birthday party.

Family picture!!! And I'm the at the top left hand corner in a green jacket, looking like a guy....Sigh.

That's his cake!!! Delicious much!!! Woohoo! Layers and layers of sinful chocolate and who can forget that crisp thin layer of chocolate wafer!

That's the uncle we were celebrating for. After that we played a game where we wrote down a memory we have and shared with him. I wrote down a simple statement, "GO JC. NO POLY" It was a memory that all my cousins and I shared of our intellect driven uncle. lol

We call the one on the extreme right, "Baldy".

Haha! So that was for the previous weekend. The very next day, last Monday, my mum and I went down to run some errands and then headed over to her friend's new house for housewarming. Now in my experience, at least in my limited experience from attending Indian Housewarming, there's Indian food, lots of smoke, cue the tears (from the smoke) and then hasty retreats to homes. But this was so different!!!!!

Her table setting is gorgeous. I felt like I was at some high tea.

The food!!!

There was spaghetti, pizza, chicken curry, Thosai... YUM!!!!

AND THERE WAS DESSERT AS WELL!!!

I DIED AND WENT TO HEAVEN!!!

God loved me that day ; )

So that was that weekend. There was so much that happened this weekend as well and I'll post about it tomorrow. Promise : )

Last Weekend Mayhem Part 1

2010-03-19T11:14:00.000-07:00

Right....Kind of odd how I'm posting up whatever happened last weekend only now. Procrastination is not a good characteristic my friends and yet I'm a huge fan of it ; ) Anywho, last weekend was a whirlwind of activity and I didn't manage to squeeze in enough sleep during that weekend.

To start off, Friday night was our performance for Soundwave, the percussion group under Arteen Furteens (AFT) of which I am the chairman of. Anyways, we practiced the day before and on the day itself and it turned out pretty okay and we officially have shirts!!!

So after that, we all head on home and the next day, I awaken bright and early to perform my house chores as well as to give tuition. Yeah...nothing fantastic yet haha : )

Right after my tuition ends, my mum whisks my sister and I off to some high tea that she booked for the females of my family. So my cousin sister, Vani, my sister-in-law, Michelle, my mum's sister and my niece, Yashinee went along as well. But ofcourse, there were 3 males there; the three nephews of mine, Suria, Haresh and Avinesh.

It was at Pacific Hotel and it usually costs, $40 but if you are a member, you can get it for $20. Honestly, either way, it is worth it. Here are some pictures:

This was in the car on the way to the hotel. My sis and my nephew Haresh got alittle too excited with the drawing board.

According to my sister, that's a drawing of me.

That's my sister-in-law, Michelle. And this is our table. It's really beautiful and the one thing I love about the setting of this high tea is that unlike the rest that I've been too with my mum and sis, the seating arrangement here is very enclosed so that you can have like a corner to your company and yourself. And ofcourse the lighting is warm and all. I honestly recommend this place to you : )

OUR FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CAKES AND SCONES!!! AND WHIPPED CREAM!!! AND SCONES!!! DID MENTION CAKES!?! There's at least 10 different types of cakes. And that's not including the Quays.

There was Chinese Rojak (DIY) but I didn't eat it. My sis did and she claimed it was fantastic. You have to trust her on this because anyone who knows her can vouch that my sister is one of the biggest Chinese Rojak eaters around.

And there's ice cream of course!!! 3 different flavours and you scoop it yourself!

Sigh. After eating there, I felt too happy to even want to move. There's so much more food items I have not listed down here or taken picture of. But you have to trust me when I say it was worth the money!

Pictures of the family members...my mum's the one in red.

And I'm the one in the center of this picture...untamed hair and that's me ; )

All the adorable little tykes are in the picture as well. From the left, the two dressed identically are the brothers, Haresh and Avinesh and on the right is the sweet, tomboyishly active Yashinee.

My mum and the little monster. I'm telling you right now, he's faking that smile! That kid is one cheeky boy and would do anything to make someone look ridiculous. So when I asked him to smile, he did this at first...(the one below)

And it was only when I made noise that the little monster took the smiling shot way above. Smart little critter.

So after high tea, we walked around Marina Square abit before we headed home. I was feeling entirely too sleepy but had to snap myself out of it for I had a birthday party to attend. My friend Naven from YJC was celebrating his 21st and we were to go dressed up as our favourite star. I wanted to go as Cheryl Cole...Big dreams...Limited makeup skills lol!

Here's some pictures from the birthday party:

Kanitha and I.

Me, Yuvin and Shruthi.

I didn't take any pictures at the birthday party. In fact, these are all other people's camera pictures. I shall take more next time peeps. Promise.

So that is the 1st part. There's a 2nd part but it's 2.13am in the morning and I have to be up at 7.30am to do my house chores and to then head off for the 1st ever Peter Pan Revamped rehearsals. So I'll complete the 2nd half of this wonderful post tomorrow : )

Till then. Sweet Dreams and Early Mornings!!!

Sorry Sorry! (Super Junior) In Jail

2010-03-15T09:37:00.000-07:00

Here's the song by the group Super Junior performed in Jail.

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Here's the original video.

New Boots and DXO

2010-03-11T09:39:00.000-08:00

My left foot is twitching every few seconds and my right foot needs to be amputated because I can't feel a thing on it. The new boots have rendered me immovable for the next few hours. But they look awesome and besides since boots are one of the few fashionable items I actually adore, I'll tolerate the pain : )

Alright so I went out with Serena at the beginning of the day. We went around Canberra and took shots for the Canberra Newsletter. It's the top 5 Editor's Pick for hotspots to hang out at. And then we were joined by my sis and Prabs and all of us went to eat at Estens (Ah crap. How do you spell it?) So the food is brilliant as always. Then with Serena heading home to study for her exam, the rest of us headed down to Orchad, Far East Plaza to buy me my boots!!!!!!!

We walked and walked and walked and walked and well you get the idea. It was only towards the end that I found my boots and only at $47! Woohoo! I'll take a picture and put it up as soon as my feet allow me to move.

Then I left my sis and Prabs to head down to DXO, a club at City Hall, near the Esplanade. They were having a show by "The Comedy Club". The routines were funny but not hilarious enough. I was laughing hard at some jokes but not falling off my seat as I do when I watch Russel Peters's shows on youtube. Damn it. But I would still recommend anyone to add "The Comedy Club" on facebook and attend any sketch shows they put up. They are good. But I think my funny bone was dead because my feet were killing me.

And now I'm home, nursing my feet to health so that I can perform at tonight's family day movie screening with Soundwave (percussion group under Arteen Furteens, an arts group). So I'm going get some shut eye and pray that my feet recover by morning. Till the next time ; )

Asia's First Biggest Loser Looks Unhealthy!

2010-03-09T21:48:00.000-08:00

Aaron Mokhtar came in 3rd place with a total of 60kg lost. He looks really good and appears very healthy.

Carlos Miguel came in 2nd with a total loss of 61kg. He looks really good! haha!

And then here's the winner of the Biggest Loser...HE LOOKS BLOODY UNHEALTHY!!!!

Dude come on! I think he looked better with all the weight!!! God. What are they trying to promote!?! Loose weight till you look unhealthy!?! Or maybe it's just me. Maybe he is healthy. But appears unhealthy.

He lost 83kg, more than half his original weight. I think women would have dated him if he was the previous size rather than the current weight he has...

I think some people actually look better when the big sized. And they can be equally healthy as well. I know two females who are bigger than me but have better stamina then I'll ever have. And they look good too.

So all I'm saying is; Is it really that worth it to loose so much weight only to appear unhealthily skinny?

Pirate Crazed

2010-03-07T10:21:00.000-08:00

First of all, thanks ah idiots. This is like the what...third picture you jerks took with my phone behind my back. No wonder you were giggling Sameer. None of you'll are allowed to touch my IPhone.

Anyways, speaking of pictures, visit this site:
Serena's Version of The World

: ) She's started putting up pictures she took with her IPhone and some of them are seriously amazing. My favourite is the one of the light shining through the leaves ; )

So back to the point at hand. I just realised as I was staring at my room today that I do have many stuff that are pirate related.

The Pirate Ship that Prabs bought for me as well as my book titled, "Pirateology". It even has a working compass on the cover!!!! The ship is a replica of the "Queen Anne's Revenge

More Pirate Ships. Seriously there's four of them in my room. And inside that old antique mini cupboard are medals, a gun (Serena bought it for me) and blades (one from Prabs, the rest collected over time).

A compass my brother bought for me. It's chinese influenced. So the zodiac calender is inscribed into it.

And ofcourse my chests. The larger one contains the stones and rocks my friends got for me from all over the world while the smaller one is a time capsule in which some of my friends and I worte down messages to our future selves. So in another 7 more years, we can open it! Woohoo!

: ) So yeah. I'm pirate- crazed. Haha. Such a pointless post XD

"Alice In Wonderland" VS "Through The Looking Glass"

2010-03-05T02:11:00.000-08:00

It all began with Alice falling asleep under her tree as her older sister read her a story from her book. She awoke only to discover a white rabbit holding a timepiece. The timeless adventure we all know then begins as Alice, curious by nature, follows the white rabbit down a hole.

Now a lot of people have misconceptions about the two differing books, "Alice in Wonderland" and its sequel, "Through the Looking Glass". More so because of the new movie directed by Tim Burton. The title of the movie is "Alice in Wonderland" but the storyline is a merger of both the first and second book. And so, many misconceptions have arisen.

I'm here to BUST those misconceptions.

3 FALSE THINGS YOU ASSUME ABOUT ALICE IN WONDERLAND

1) Queen of Hearts = Red Queen

NO! That is completely untrue. First of all, The Queen of Heats is from the first book "Alice in Wonderland" while the Red Queen is from "Through the Looking Glass".

They have no similarities whatsoever other than the fact that they are Queens. The Queen of Hearts rules a deck of cards while the Red Queen governs the chess board. Two totally different characters.

Then who is it you ask who really shouts the classic line,

"OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!"

That would be the Queen of Hearts(above picture) from the first book. In the original Disney cartoon, as seen above, the Queen of Hearts was portrayed perfectly. However, in Tim Burton's movie, the Queen is a mixture of both the Queen of hearts and the Red Queen because despite being called the Red Queen, she is adorned in an outfit with many hearts and she walks about shouting "Off With Their Heads"!

2) TweedleDee and TweedleDum are from Alice's First Adventure

NO! They're not. TweedleDee and TweedleDum only appear in the sequel, "Through the Looking Glass". Even the Disney cartoon falsely included TweedleDee and TweedleDum into the first tale, "Alice in Wonderland".

3) The Jabberwocky is a fearsome creature the Red Queen uses to keep people under her command.

False. Unlike in Tim Burton's movie, the Jabberwocky in the books is not a beast. In fact, this is

THE JABBERWOCKY

The poem

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Now as you can see, the poem does describe a beast called the Jabberwock however, in the book, there is no beast, simply this poem. And Humpty Dumpty makes an appearance in "Through the Looking Glass" where he tries to decipher the poem. THERE IS NO BEAST IN THE BOOK. Also, this poem is actually considered one of the most nonsense poem in English literature. No shock there ; ) Oh and if you've watched the movie, the words that I've enlarged in the poem should be familiar to you. Like the "VORPEL" sword.

Those are the 3 most important misconceptions one might have and there are still many more but of no significance.

I watched the movie by Tim Burton just yesterday and I have to say it was abit of a letdown. Johnny Depp's acting did not live up to the hype of the media. And oddly enough, Anne Hathaway as the White Queen and the new actress playing Alice carried the show through. It was an amazing setting with good effects but storyline wise, I was let down.

When I watched Alice In Wonderland cartoon 8 years ago, I was frightened and confused but when I watched the movie yesterday I was left bland. It was not as confusing as it should have been and the movie actually had a sense of purpose. Wonderland should not have a sense of purpose. It's meant to contradict and conflict.

I'd still recommend people to watch it just not to have such high expectations because when you leave the theater, you will be properly satisfied and not improperly confused.

A Day on Earth Has Been Shortened

2010-03-02T20:57:00.000-08:00

2004: Earthquake in Asia caused the Earth to move by around seven centimeters and chopped an estimated 6.8 microseconds off the length of a day, NASA said.

2010: Powerful earthquake that shook Chiles on Saturday caused the Earth's axis to shift by eight centimeters. A day would have shortened by 1.26 microseconds, Gross calculated.

News

You can check out the link above for the full article.

Odd isn't it? But a few microseconds are not going to affect you. You needn't change the time on your watch or adjust the clocks at home. However, I was just thinking. If every large scale earthquake could possibly shift the Earth's axis by abit, wouldn't a day on Earth shorten terribly in total for all the major earthquakes we've had over the Millenium?

I PHONE LIVES!!!

2010-03-02T02:18:00.000-08:00

Oh my god! The weirdest thing just happened. I was about to unplug my dead I Phone from the com when it suddenly came back to live. Wait hold on....*goes to check if she wasn't dreaming it* No! It really is alive! HAHA! And the videos are there!!!! WOOHOO!!! FOLKS WE'LL HAVE THE VIDEO OF THE "TEN TYPES OF PEOPLE IN A MEETING" UP SOON : ) : ) : )

The I Phone is still not something I'll recommend though. I'm just happy it's working and that all my contacts are not lost.

Unsuspecting Victim to Pictures

2010-03-02T02:15:00.000-08:00

My I Phone has been the cause of some painful and funny moments for me. First of all, a notification that my I Phone has died. Yes the 3G, black coloured I Phone is now dead and gone. My brother is going to help me exchange it. (He doesn't know this yet though) So to all those people who have been using my phone for entertainment during meetings, it is now gone. So find someone else to bugger.

Alright back to the topic at hand. I've just managed to somehow transfer all the pictures from my I Phone to my laptop. Yes, it transfers but refuses to switch on. And to all those people who were part of the video taking for "TEN TYPES OF PEOPLE YOU WILL ENCOUNTER DURING A MEETING". I'm sorry. I couldn't rescue the videos. They're missing. All my videos are missing. As well as my song recordings.

Bloody I Phone. Curse it.

But like I said the pictures are saved. And I just found a couple of pictures I never knew were taken with my I phone. Here they are...

Real idiots. In my own house furthermore. And on top of that they're my brother's friends. Seriously. I need to get a boyfriend and move away to England.

And then there's this one. WHO TOOK IT!?! Kanitha, you look forlorn in this picture dear ; ) "Please let me eat my food in peace. Why do you always have to point the camera at my face?" I suspect either Serena, Prabs or Yoga or Isabelle did this.

When the hell did this happen!?!?!?!?!?! Bloody hell. Henry and close ups of his face. CURSE WHOEVER TOOK THIS SHOT!

Or wait. Did I take this while he was sleeping in the bus....Nah! Someone else did.

And ofcourse the winner that takes it all home is this one...

HAHAHA! Bet you thought I'll never put it up you fiends! Yes. Sadly Idham and Sameer have had a soft spot for each other. It was only at Prabs birthday party that they started exploring this a little more.

*still depressed over loss of I Phone*

Cheryl Cole

2010-03-01T20:16:00.000-08:00

Cheryl Cole was originally from the girl group, "Girls Aloud". And now she's producing tracks on her own.
Here are 3 of her songs. Note how each one is so completely different from the other. It's amazing how she pulls it off.

Fight For This Love:

3 Words:

Blogs That Caught My Eye Part 1

2010-02-26T08:42:00.000-08:00

Ah hell. I told myself I shouldn't do this but my willpower is fading at the prospect of sharing these blogs with you.

Some of these blogs are well written and present well phrased arguments while some of the others are just blatantly ridiculous and honestly gave me a headache if I was not busy laughing. I'm just going to put 2 up first and I'll put up the rest some other time. I do so love to procrastinate.

#1:
So here's the first one: Ah Lians And before you click on it and escape from my awesome clutches, yes, the blog is all about Ah Lians. From the definition of what the word means to the style of walking, their fashion sense and even in some odd twisted way, their behavioral patterns. At first, I thought to myself, "Are you seriously kidding me? I bunch of people (3 people actually) started a blog to discuss Ah Lians. I was honestly amused at first until I began to read some of their better posts. They are well thought out arguments and are pretty witty. (Heh. That just rhymed.) Anywhos, check it out and trust me you'll find i hilarious.

#2:
Now here's the 2nd one: Badly Written English Don't worry that's not the real title of his blog. I'm just creating links and placing words that best describes the blog. And you know what don't take my word for it. Read this snippet from his blog...

"Today I go out with my zabor. Her name is Ai Pia.
As usual we just go to the staircase sio jim. Then knn one bastard use camera sneak behind us and take our lj picture. Limpei jitao dulan use handphone call my ginna tio him daiji."

I freaking went blind from trying to decipher what the heck he was trying to say. OH MY GOD! And if his English wasn't enough to make one gorge out one's eyes, his blog content was. He even has a registration form to become his 'ginna'! Whatever the hell that means. If anyone knows, inform me. Here's the post that shows his registration form to become his 'ginna': I want to become a Ginna.

What the hell right? I was actually abit taken aback at the registration form and then I thought to myself, "Does the police need to know about this?" Until I realised no one's that dumb to actually respond and if you did, wow. Really, wow.

I'm tired so I'm going to plop myself onto my bed and fall asleep. Did I mention that my room is now uber, sparkly clean. No thanks to me and all thanks to the hired maid my mum got. NIGHT!!!

Bah Humbug

2010-02-23T19:48:00.000-08:00

Damn the Singtel wireless thumbdrive. It's been giving me problems recently and has just slapped me right in the face. I wanted to upload my brother's game design cover for the youth Olympic games. It looks pretty cool and I thought to put it up here for all to see. But Singtel has other plans like crashing servers and whatnot. Bah!

So I shall attempt to upload the picture later again tonight and we'll see if it works then.

Anways, Happy Birthday Vani Akka and god forbid you look older than your age ; )

SURPRISE

2010-02-20T21:59:00.000-08:00

Yo woman! Welcome to the last part of your clue. I swear haha. So you've been to Colin's facebook account, Naathan's blog, Henry's youtube video, Yoga's blog and Serena's. Fun right!?! lol. And they all plus me simply want to wish you a....

Happy Birthday!!!

We're all glad you were born on this day.You're 21 now and maturity should come to you naturally...hopefully. Anyways, the clue to your final destination is in the post itself. So we'll see you there at 4pm. DON'T BE LATE!!!

City Alive

2010-02-18T23:18:00.000-08:00

At the end of it, listen to what the emcee comments about Singaporeans. Sadly, I agree.

So that was the preview for the CityAlive street dance/ flashmob thing that Colin and I are going to dance for as well. It's tomorrow at the F1 pitstop and tickets are at $12. It's the biggest street party in Singapore so if you are the partying kind, you should seriously drop by : )

Declaration

2010-02-16T22:55:00.000-08:00

The reality of things is this:

We're all turning 21, an age of supposed maturity and wisdom. Seriously? Come on. Half the people at this age don't even know what the heck they're going to do with their lives let alone have messages of wisdom to pass on.

It's okay if now is the time we're slowly starting to figure things out. But it is not okay when we act like 15 year old kids who are just beginning to discover what responsibility is. You know why? We're 21. We're old. We've lived on this planet for 21 years people. Which is (21 x 365) days.

1) It's time to acknowledge and accept the responsibilities around us. Some are duties we don't even want. Heck! Do you think I love washing and drying and folding clothes!?! No! But I do it because it makes things at home easier and peaceful because it's one less chore to accomplish for the rest of the family and one less thing for my mum to worry about.

Like I said, there are duties that we don't want to take and they may seem unreasonable sometimes. Like when the rest of my siblings don't do their chores for the day and I'm completing mine every single time. Am I happy with them? No! But it doesn't matter because at the end of the day when my mum comes home and my siblings and I sit down for dinner, there's one less thing to worry about.

2) Performing your duty is not about whether it makes your happy or whether it is fair. It's about ensuring that ultimately at the end of the day, everyone is at peace with their surroundings. And strangely and oddly enough, that makes you happy because you were part of making that possible.

3) So to hell with our childish theories of "Why should I do that if he isn't doing it?" You want to know why? BECAUSE EACH AND EVERYONE OF US ARE DIFFERENT FROM ONE ANOTHER AND COMPARISONS DON'T BEGET ANYTHING FRUITFUL OR POSITIVE. IT ONLY INSPIRES JEALOUSLY, HATRED AND CONFUSION.

So the next time your parents say get back home now, don't argue with this comeback, "But my friend's parents lets him stay out till past midnight. Why do I have to be home by 11am?" Don't argue with that statement. However, if we decide to argue in another way, for example, "I'm 21 and old enough to decide when I stay out and when I come home!" STUPID ARGUMENT BY THE WAY!!! Most of us are still living with our parents at the age of 21. So unless we own your own apartment, that argument is dumb! Yeah we're 21 but no we don't decide what time we go home because we're not paying for the house!!! But if you are, then congratulations, you may proceed on and argue with that statement.

4) Also, at the ripe old age of 21, unless we've got a plan, we shouldn't go around doing anything else. WORK FIRST, ENJOY LATER! People. Do you want to be relaxing at the age of 35? Do you want to have a spouse with children, enjoying your life with money at the age of 40? Do you want to be able to afford anything without having to worry about the next day?

Well if you answered YES to the above questions, you need to mark out your plan.

Folks it's never too late or too early to construct a plan. And I don't mean a plan that will earn you millions of dollars. That takes time. I'm talking about the first step. Deciding where you want to be in 10 years time. Deciding what kind of person you want to be known as. Deciding what values are most important to you. And deciding who you can trust. Because you can only succeed in life if you surround yourself with positive people who promote positive thinking as well as encourage you. Please for the love of god, don't surround yourself with mocking fools who can only spew discouraging words veiled in cleverly constructed snide jokes. Then everyone laughs at you and you smile saying that's funny. Because these people are not going to get your far.

5) Also, expand your social network. That will help you fortify the plan you've created. Make more friends and build your contact base. I'm not saying we should have many many good friends. Good friends are only 1 or 2. Sometimes they are from your family and other times they are friends you found along the way. These are the people you can trust to cover your back just as how you know you will not hesitate to cover theirs. However, having multiple social circles is good because you expand your horizons and your knowledge. Meeting with different people teaches you how to deal with differing personalities as well as how to carry yourself in different company. It also allows you to become a better judge of character.

Don't be afraid to step out of your tight circle of friends to explore other possibilities. Set dinners with new people, go out for movies with other people. Your tight circle of friends will always be there if they really care for you. In fact, they would encourage you to expand your circle while doing the same as well.

6) And another thing, you are 21. So you're old enough to know what you like and what you dislike. So if you dislike something, say so. Don't keep it to yourself. Because if you tolerate a certain form of behaviour or activity despite not liking it, it's never going to go away. In fact, you're only going to get more and more miserable. Simply state, "Hey, I don't like it. So please stop." or "Hey I don't want to do this. I'm heading off." And if the group you're with argues that you're being a killjoy and you are boring, ummm....WALK AWAY! Good grief. You don't have to tolerate rubbish. Besides, it allows you to find something more fun to do.

7) Now's the perfect time to start doing new things, exploring new skills and discovering who you are. You cannot do that by doing the same old things every single day. Explore! Join new courses! Take chances! Take risks! If you want to see the world, you've got to step into it not stay hidden. Don't build a bubble around yourself and be contended with living in it. Some might argue and say what's wrong with wanting a simple life with just 10 to 20 people sharing it with you. Then I say, you should not be reading this post because it is meant for those who want something more from their lives.

8) Don't let your opinion or opinions of others hold you back. "I don't think I can." or "I think you have alittle bit of a problem in this area. You shouldn't do this now?" JUST GIVE IT A SHOT! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DIE FROM TRYING! SO TOUGHEN UP AND GO FOR IT! And if after trying you realise that your skills may not lie in that area, then it is okay. Move on. But if you enjoy doing it despite sucking at it, WHAT THE HELL IS STOPPING YOU!?! DO WHAT YOU LOVE!!! If you love singing and your voice sucks, JUST BLOODY SING WHEN YOU'RE WALKING DOWN THE STREET! If you love dancing but have no sense of beats whatsoever, JUST BLOODY DANCE IN YOUR ROOM OR WITH YOUR FRIENDS! And, if you love drawing but can't draw as well as the next person, JUST DRAW!!!!!!!!!!!

No one has the right to stop you or tell you that you can't do it. And if people want to comment and criticize, let them. It's their opinion. But don't surround yourself with people like that.

9) And please for your own sake, don't judge others. For example, we may have been educated well and brought up in an excellent family, speak well, carry ourselves well and even produce intelligent ideas. But if we are not hardworking and humble, the people who work at coffee shops and the delivery boys from Macdonalds are a 100X more brilliant than us. (I mentioned the delivery boys because one just cam and delivered my meal to my house.) But it is true.

Hardworking people are more deserving of respect than people who BELIEVE it is their right to be respected.

10) Last but not least, at the age of 21, you need to come to terms with your flaws as well as your strengths. Only by understanding your weaknesses and your strengths can you actually do something with your life. For example, yours truly used to alter herself to suit the different company. A chameleon you'd call it. If I was in a group of controlling people, I'd stop leading and just sit back and let them control the situation. If I was in a group of loud people, I'd try to match up to their level of enthusiasm. And so the list goes on. BUT YOU DON"T HAVE TO BE LIKE THAT.

When we were children, we wanted to make everyone happy so pleasing people was at the top of our list. When someone was angry with us, we'd actually lose sleep over that thinking what we did and how we could pacify them as quickly as possible. But things change. As you grow older, you just want to be comfortable in your own skin and you want the people around you to be comfortable with who you are as well. So you have to stay true to your personality and there will be this handful of people who will stand by you. They don't require you to change your mood to suit theirs. They don't require calls every single day. They don't require you to inform them where you are. They don't require you to constantly do things to keep them happy. A call once a week. A dinner a fortnight. An outing once a month. These are the people you'll soon call your good friends.

So I've decided to make a declaration and invite you to do the same. Just state, "MY DECLARATION OF 21", and go on ahead to list you strengths, your weaknesses, your likes and dislikes and at the end of it, write, "I'm 21 and I'm proud to say I've got a great future ahead of me." If you're not 21 and still want to declare...what the heck...just do it. It'll make you feel better : ) And if you don't want to declare anything, it's fine as well.

So here's MY DECLARATION OF 21,

I'm strong-willed and fiercely independent. I hate being told what to do but agree that I have much to learn. I am a control freak who demands that things go her way and I'll only give in if your idea is better than mine. I love quiet time and don't require people's company 24/7. I am ambitious and can be bossy. I hate doing housework but do it because I must. I love playing the organ and hate it when people touch my instrument without permission. I don't like people knowing too much about me and prefer to keep half my life to myself. I hate liars and procrastinators. I respect hardworkers and people who know their own minds. I don't like it when people argue with me over a situation in which I was right. I like reading books, all sorts of books. I hate it when people answer for me when I'm more than capable of doing so myself unless ofcourse you're my personal secretary then go ahead. I love my family and they're the most important thing to me. I care for my friends and will defend them if the need arises.

I'm 21 and I'm proud to say I've got a great future ahead of me.

My Brother's Birthday

2010-02-16T09:35:00.000-08:00

To my brother, Praven, who looks like he can carry the entire world on his shoulders,

I want you to know that you are loved and cared for by your family and that you have a great future ahead of you. Time will only tell what great future you are going to achieve but till then, build your dreams and hone your skills. 17 is a brilliant age that is like the first step before the plunge off the cliff into manhood.

Okay...enough of that : ) On to the celebrations!!! My family and extended family went to Lagna, this restaurant at Upper Dickson road. You know what my literary skills are failing me at the moment so here are the pictures:

FOOD!!! IT'S EXPENSIVE BUT WORTH IT!!! HAHA!

That's my nephew trying to smile but ended up looking like a ...like a....doesn't he look like Popeye?

Random picture again.

My mum and my niece, Yashinee. She's wearing this Kimono type dress.

You have to sit on the floor and eat. It's a nice atmosphere and is very relaxed.

That' Selvi, my cousin. (She's the one in pink) Beside her is my sister and next to her is my other cousin, Vani who so happens to be born in February as well. As such, my sister baked two oreo cheesecakes; one for my brother and one for Vani.

Trust me the cakes are awesomely delicious.

The two of them cutting their cakes.

My sis' face seems to be glowing white right?

Woohoo! Girl power.

Alright then folks. I'm tired and there's a meeting tomorrow morning so I'm going to fall onto my bed and sleep. Night folks.

My Valentines Day

2010-02-15T09:38:00.000-08:00

It was Valentines Day and it started off with my mum yelling in military fashion, "Get out off your beds and help me clean the house!" So we did. Thank god I had been the sick the night before so she wasn't as picky with me as compared to the rest. Either way I had to get my butt out of bed at 9am, shower and join the rest of the troops. My first task....fold clothes. Then followed a list of other chores we had to do. Shanty left after awhile for her date, leaving the rest of us to face my mother's wrath. Praven soon left for a music meeting with the department leaving me and the youngest, Prateepan. I then abandoned that poor thing to go watch a movie at Bugis, Lido Cinema. We went to watch "My Name Is Khan".

But before that, we ate at...

Good old Pastamania. Sammer insisted I take a good shot of him. This was after 4 different shots...

Then, I ignored the lot of them and ate my food. And by the way, the entire group of us, Sameer, Naathan, Prabs, Kanitha and Yoga were actually rather quiet the entire meal. Anywho, this was my side dish...potato waffles or something like that...

Awesomely crispy.

And observe this...Yoga sitting rather innocently beside Yoga... But it was all just an act! He in fact wanted to....

YES KISS SAMEER! I don't think Sameer's the same after that kiss...I'm actually gagging right now. Naathan and Ravin, at least the two of you'll don't have such an incriminating picture.

Kanitha and Naathan promoting Pastamania.

Oh by the way, there's this awfully cool passport promotion thing going on at Pastamania. Basically, everytime you spend $10, they stick a Pastamania stamp in your Pastamania passport. At 2 stamps, you can redeem a plate of garlic breads, at 4 you can redeem a drink, at 6 you can redeem a chocolate mousse and at 8 you can redeem a $5 Pastamania voucher. I've already gone through an entire passport and am now halfway through the 2nd one. You know what this means? This Writer should start expanding her choices in food outlets. BUT I LOVE PASTAMANIA...so it's gonna be a tad hard to pry me away from that place.

Anyways, here's the picture of the street we were walking down...

And Naathan and Sameer just wanted a picture of themselves...again...with Naathan making a funny face...again.

Then at 8.40pm, we entered the theatre which by the way is hilarious because

1) I now know where all the North Indians hide on a weekend.

2) The theater looks like the indoor stadium.

3) There was a freaking stage at the screen.

4) We thought it might be "My Name Is Khan" on Ice. (courtesy of Prabs)

But when the movie started no one could pry their eyes of the screen because it is an amazing tale. And for the first time, I know what I'll remember my Valentines Day for, racial harmony or maybe the better way of phrasing it, A Compassionate Humanity.

"My Name Is Khan" follows the life of a man with a disorder that prevents him from socializing very well, he hates the colour yellow and gets scared from loud noises. However, he is sharp and intelligent and because of his mother's love, grew up to know that there is only 2 types of people in the world: Good people who do good deeds and Bad people who do bad deeds. Race is not a difference. It is simply a way of life.

It is a compelling movie that prompts you to think about what is important in your life and if you would behave the same way the character did. You follow Khan as he travels to find the President of the United States simply to convey a simple message, "My name is Khan and I am not a terrorist." All this because he lost a stepson who was killed for being a muslim, a result of the aftermath of the 9/11 attack.

Here in Singapore, the discrimination is there but I suppose the Muslims in America felt it worse.

Here's the movie trailer...

1 YEAR!!!

2010-02-13T21:59:00.000-08:00

Yes folks,
it has been exactly a year since I first started this blog. Why the hell did I start a blog on Valentines Day? I have no idea. It was random. So anyways, it's nice to know that I've written here for a year but that's besides the point!

Let's talk about Valentines Day. Is it my favorite holiday? No. But I do like it for one reason, the CHOCOLATES!!!! lol

This is going to be a short post because I have other things to do: But here's a huge Huge HUGE!!!!

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!

Inception

2010-02-09T23:53:00.000-08:00

These kinds of beautiful masterpieces are hard to come by nowadays. Their storylines are brilliant because there is no distinct line between what could be right or wrong. And the settings for the stories are not pretty but do end up leaving people thinking about the concept.

Warm Fuzzy Feeling Day

2010-02-09T09:16:00.000-08:00

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

2010-02-08T08:47:00.000-08:00

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

2010-02-07T09:28:00.000-08:00

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

2010-02-05T10:37:00.000-08:00

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''

2010-02-03T07:57:00.000-08:00

~~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.

Here's the link to the group if you're interested in seeing it.
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=279828277914&ref=mf

And the next time you're thinking of posting something racially hurtful, please do think twice. For your own sake.

Singapore

Home > Breaking News > Singapore > Story

Feb 3, 2010

3 held for racist remarks

Three Chinese youths aged between 17 and 18 years have been arrested for posting racist remarks on 'Facebook', a popular social networking website. -- PHOTO: AP

THREE Chinese youths aged between 17 and 18 years have been arrested for posting racist remarks on 'Facebook', a popular social networking website.
Following a report lodged on Jan 30, police conducted extensive enquiries and managed to establish the identity of the suspects. All three were arrested on Jan and have since been released on bail. Investigations are on-going, said police in a statement on Wednesday night.
Under the Sedition Act, anyone found guilty of promoting feelings of ill-will and hostility between different races or classes of the population of Singapore can be fined up to $5,000 or jailed up to three years, or both, if convicted.
Commander of Bedok Police Division, Deputy Assistant Commissioner of Police, Teo Chun Ching said: 'Police take a very stern view of acts that could threaten the social harmony in Singapore. The Internet may be a convenient medium to express one's views but members of the public should bear in mind that they are no less accountable for their actions online.'

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

2010-01-29T08:49:00.000-08:00

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

2010-01-29T08:33:00.000-08:00

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.

Avatar vs Sherlock Holmes

2010-01-26T21:09:00.000-08:00

Avatar won by a single vote at 5 vs Sherlock Holmes at 4.

Which did I vote for? Avatar.

Alright why Avatar? Or more so what was the uproar over the movie. First of all, there is the whole 15 years in the making as well as the 50 million dollar budget! Right back to the important facts. Avatar had amazing graphic and designs that wowed audiences. Every single creature and plant was brought to life by the animators and at the end of the movie, I was pulled into the magic that was Pandora, the planet where the entire movie takes place on. Of course, we can't deny that the lead actor was hot as the alien ; ) Sorry...digressing. Ofcourse, the fight scenes were brilliant and any military, gun slinging, nut case would love the military talk as well as weapons used. But in my opinion, what drew the audience to the movie in the first place was not the fight scenes or the whole fight for our planet jazz. It was the underlying tale of two people who fell in love that drew masses of audiences to come to love it. Watching the two lead actors portray emotions of lovers restricted in an alien setting just promises to be an oscar award winning performance. Well it did win 2 oscars ; )

Now Sherlock Holmes. Now now, don't get me wrong. I love Sherlock Holmes as well. Come on, I read the series! But one cannot deny that both Avatar and Sherlock Holmes are both from two different categories and both reign as kings of their individual categories. Don't ask me what categories...it's just a figure of speech! Anyways,Robert Downey Jr and Jude Law carried the movie through with their amazing acting skills as well as charismatic charm. As Robert Downey Jr mentioned at the Oscars, "The directors know that without me Sherlock Holmes would have eaten Avatar's dust." Well it is true. The two lead actors had chemistry on screen that could be very obviously seen. Furthermore, Robert Downey Jr's antics and particular way of speaking never fails to amuse. He's mind scenes are extremely entertaining. If you have watched the movie, you would know which I speak of; the one where he's in a boxing match and he imagines delivering the punches...yes you should know if you've watched it and if you haven't ....WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?!

So both movies are brilliant but Avatar would be my choice. Anyways, here's another movie to look out for.

Who Am I?

2010-01-25T09:43:00.000-08:00

What do you do when your father tells you you're very much like your mother...
And
Your mother tells you you're very much like your father?

Is it wrong to be someone different than the two of them?

I am me after all.

If not, who am I but the mix of both my parents' flaws?

So Sue Me For the Lack of a Better Title

2010-01-24T02:38:00.000-08:00

I AM SO FREAKING DEAD TIRED! Mentally tired that is. Just got back from Peter Pan auditions and it was a long grueling day that brought many fascinating people into the rooms. And by the way, I know understand the feeling the judges on American Idol get after a day of judging. Except theirs is 10 times worse. I just wanted to shrivel up under the table and die.

Oh my gosh...I don't want to ever go through that again! 3 weeks, 3 FREAKING WEEKS of seeing people read the same passage and the same dialogue. The only thing that made it worth it was seeing how everyone brought their own rendition to it.

So yeah that was for the auditions part.TIRED!!! *sits on chair and stares at screen blankly for a few seconds* Oh yes today is the 6th day of the no ice regime as well as the 6th day of no L4D2. Good god having ice in my cup and not being able to crunch on it is killing me!!!!! It's not going to be as easy as I thought it would be but I'm tough and will hang in there. As for the L4D2, unless one of us cracks by tomorrow midnight, I suppose both of us win the bet.

Alright, I'm absolutely shacked so this is the end of the post. Till next time ; )

A Rather Blah Day

2010-01-21T08:37:00.000-08:00

~~Swords were drawn as~~ no...

~~Daggers were flung about as~~ nope...

~~It was like some epic world war thre...~~

Damn it! I was trying to flower up what happened at the CCMC (If you don't know what it stands for, I'm sorry I'm not in the mood to type out the whole thing but it's a committee in every community centre) meeting. There was verbal sparring as tensions soared. Seriously. I'm not saying this because I was bored and day dreamed. I mean I did but I was also observant and I knew what was going on in the meeting...moving on...

Anyways that was the ending of my day. So let's backtrack! I've returned to roleplaygateway.com to carry on my roleplaying ways. Colin's joined : ) And you'll should to. It honestly helps you better your english as well as develop your writing skills and creative juices.

Anyways, my mum and sis have been pestering me to find a possible location for my 21st birthday party (which by the way is eons away) and I, on the whim of a moment, mass emailed several venues. Some of them are beautiful but since I've always had a strange fascination with parties in gardens, this place called Gardeneisa caught my attention.

We'll see...I need to consider all options and also the idea that I may not want to celebrate my 21st birthday. As long as I get a car mum, I don't need this party. *Hint* *Hint* I don't think she even knows this blog exists. Humbug!

So other than that, which is not much, it has been a rather blah day...Yah know...blah as in bland...mundane...redundant...whatever.

PS: Tomorrow's Zah's surprise birthday gathering. At least that'll be noteworthy to blog about.

Ice Crunching Days Are Over

2010-01-18T07:54:00.000-08:00

Ever woken up from a dream to only think it's real? I have. And one of its got me having no teeth at all. But that's not the main reason why I'm initiating this self inflicted "NO ICE REGIME". One of my sis' back tooth chipped and she needs to get it filled. The dentist told her to stop biting on ice and my father mocked me with that piece of information.

Pushing the door to my bedroom wide open, he proclaims, "So why don't you follow your sister and carry on crunching on ice? It's a good habit. In fact, it's an excellent one. Carry on darling. Good job." And then he slams the door shut leaving me to ponder over what lunacy had befallen him.

As such, to prove to myself as well as my father that I am more than capable of breaking this ridiculous habit of mine, I'm going to stop biting on ice for a minimum number of 6 months. There's a timer on the side of my blog so that I can keep track of the days I've succeeded in keeping to my plan. So let's see how that goes.

And then ofcourse, there's a 2nd pact I've designed with Prabs. Although I love the game L4D2, I've grown sick of it and despite the fact that most of my friends play it most of the time, I shall find some other activity to keep me busy while they busy themselves killing zombies. Hence, with Prabs, there's a 1 week ban from playing L4D2. Whoever caves first must buy the other a macdonald meal of their choice. I shall have the last laugh! Haha

Oh and for your viewing pleasure...

Iron Man 2 (2010) - HD Movie Trailer 1 @ Yahoo! Video

Nice Songs Come From Surprising Places

2010-01-13T20:08:00.000-08:00

Dear Young Man who lost his precious beloved,

that darn thing will grow back again now that you've reached the ripe old age of 17. And instead of wasting time on the normal concessions of congratulating you for turning that age (which by the way I don't get. Why do we congratulate people on their birthday? I suppose if there's anyone we should congratulate on a person's birthday is that person's mother. Congratulations for surviving 17 years of having to raise a child. I've digressed.) I shall simply leave you with a few words of advice.

You have a raw quality about you that leaves everyone wondering about the jewel hidden beneath. Some might try to polish you while others might try to throw more dirt over you to shield that regal quality that could shine through. Whatever it is, or whomever you meet, remember that you and you alone decide your fate, your future and the type of jewel you become.

Alright then ; ) As the title of this post mentioned, I found new songs as well as old songs that I wish to show you. Some songs are not popular and most would probably not have heard of them but they're beautiful and I thought to share. Others you would have heard of before but as time passes, other songs replace them in our heads. So here we go. By the way birthday boy, first song's dedicated to you ; )

#1: Go The Distance

#2: Never Gonna Be Alone By Nickelback

I can't embed the original video here but trust me it's worth watching the video.
It's between a father and daughter.

#3: The End of Days

#4: Evacuate the Dance Floor

And if she looks or sounds familiar, she's the singer for the oh so ever famous, "Everytime we Touch, I get this feeling, And everytime we..." Yeah you know that song ; )

#5: Stamp on the Ground

Typical techno song but the dance moves on the water are nice.

#6: Wouldn't You

It's not an awesome song. But didn't you catch the special guest appearance by Smiggles in a black coat ; ) He's hunched half the time. Honestly it's hard to miss the rapper-wannabe-smiggles.

#7:

Women Do Think

2010-01-12T02:44:00.000-08:00

We are thinkers. May it be thoughts of "OOOO I wonder if it's going to rain today?" or "OOOO Does that man eat too much because it's depressed" or even "OOOO I wonder if that ant's going to die today?".

So here I was sitting down with my dad watching television and honestly for a second there I spaced out. Like I just blanked. I was not thinking about anything. And I suppose my dad did too because my mum walks in and asks, "Why are the two of you'll watching the chinese channel?"

I shake my head and look at the screen and realise there's some weird lovey dovey drama going on. My dad looks as equally blur as me. Then my mum asks us, "What were the two of you'll thinking about?"

And we both replied, "Nothing." And she didn't believe us.

"Can't be. You'll looked as though you'll were thinking about something important because there was a look of concentration on your face."

"aaaa...mum I really wasn't thinking about anything." I get up and leave for my room leaving my dad to deal with my mum who insisted the two of us were hiding something from her.

So I switch on my laptop and start surfing the net for new songs on youtube and stumble upon russel peters. I hadn't watched his clips in a long time so I thought, "Hey, why don't I watch one of his newer clips!" And lo and behold, I found this.

ROFL and L4D2

2010-01-07T09:33:00.001-08:00

HAHAHAHAHA I love Beyonce and I respect Lady Gaga but this video is funny as hell!!!

PS: Here's conversations one can have with their friends while playing L4D2 (Left 4 Dead 2):

CONVERSATION 1:
Thana: Alright, I'll follow you out to get a weapon. Everyone else stay in the van.
Me: Okay got it.
Prabs: Guys faster follow me out!!!
Thana: What the!?!
Me: Prabs get back in!
Prabs: I can't! I injected adrenaline into myself! I have to run!
(Hence follows the one time in my life that I enter a nest full of zombies without a gun.)

CONVERSATION 2:
Naathan: Guys help! (A Charger's pounding on him.)
Me: Relax I've got you. (Saves Naathan and instantly...)
Naathan: Guys Help!!! (A Smoker's got him by the throat.)
Me: I've got you! (Runs like crazy and saves his butt again...and then...)
Naathan: GUYS HELP!!! (A Jockey's jumped on him dragging him away.)
Me: What the... (Runs after him and rescues him a third time...and then...yes you guessed...)
Naathan: AAHHHHHHHH!!! (A Hunter's clawing at him now.)
Me: (Shoots and walks away.)

CONVERSATION 3:
Prabs: Guys help! Jockey!!! (She's being dragged into a maze.)
Me: I'm coming Prabs!!!
Thana: Help! Charger!!!
Me: Where's Shanty!?! (Shanty watches Thana die.)

CONVERSATION 4:
Yoga: Get into the safe room! Get in! Get in!
(So I rush in)
Praven: Help me up! Help me up!
(So I run out)
Yoga: Get in! Get in!
(So I run in. I look across the street and see a smoker. I slam the door shut.)
Yoga: Bitch! Open the door!
Me: SORRY!!!

CONVERSATION 5:
Thana: Just run! Just run! Just run!
Prabs: The safe house is there!
Thana: Go! Go! Go!
Me: Where's Shanty!?!

CONVERSATION 6:
Yoga: Stay in the corner! Don't go anywhere else!
Me: Okay.
Prabs: Got it.
Colin: I'll heal anyone who needs it.
Yoga: Alright ready people. Here comes the horde.
(10 seconds later and we're all on the floor)
Prabs: Which idiot placed the gas can right beside us!?!
(silence)
Colin: I can't heal you'll.
Me: Ya think...

CONVERSATION 6:
(There's a huge zombie horde around us.)
Colin: Ravin! Give me your medic pack!I need to heal!
Ravin: (obviously frustrated) Come ah! I'll heal you with my bullets!!! (obviously)

CONVERSATION 7:
Colin: Hey don't worry, I'll heal you.
(10 minutes later)
*Colin Ethan killed Killer (that's me)*
Me: Jackass.

CONVERSATION 8:
(A jockey jumps on Ravin's head.)
Ravin: Saras get off me! Somebody get Saras off me!!!
Me: Dude! I'm not even in your game.

CONVERSATION 9:
Me: Naathan get down from there!
Naathan: (standing atop a truck with an awesome gun perched on a stand.) No! This gun is cool!
Prabs: Guys let's move!
Ravin: Yeah!
(Prabs and Ravin run off to the left of the bridge.)
Me: (Through gritted teeth.) Naathan get down!!! Now!!!
Naathan: This gun was put here for a reason!!!
(Prabs and Ravin run by.)
Prabs: Wrong way.
Ravin: To the right!
Me: Get down!
Naathan: GUN!!!

CONVERSATION 10:
Me: Shit! Shit! Shit! Where are all of you'll???
(No response)
(Zombies pour through the door.)
Me: Shit.
Prabs: We're here in the room!
Naathan: I'm healing myself.
(More zombies pour through. A charger dashes in.)
Me: Damn it! (Throws a pipe bomb into a room.)
(explosion)
Me: Guys where are you?
Prabs: Which idiot threw the pipe bomb into the room we're in?
Naathan: Bloody hell I just healed myself.
Me: (walks away)

Avatar: "I See You"

2010-01-05T09:09:00.000-08:00

Walking through a dream I see you

My light in darkness breathing hope of new life

Now I live through you and you through me

Enchanted

I pray in my heart that this dream never ends

I see me through your eyes

Living through life flying high

Your life shines the way into paradise

So I offer my life as a sacrifice

I live through your love

You teach me how to see

All that’s beautiful

My senses touch your world I never pictured

Now I give my hope to you

I surrender

I pray in my heart that this world never ends

I see me through your eyes

Living through life flying high

Your love shines the way into paradise

So I offer my life

I offer my love, for you

When my heart was never open

(and my spirit never free)

To the world that you have shown me

But my eyes could not division

All the colors of love and of life ever more

Evermore

(I see me through your eyes)

I see me through your eyes

(Living through life flying high)

Flying high

Your love shines the way into paradise

So I offer my life as a sacrifice

And live through your love

And live through your life

I see you

It took me awhile to post about Avatar and my opinion on the movie is what's written above. When I first heard the two main characters utter the words, "I See You" to each other, I thought wow how corny can this get? But after awhile it becomes endearing. How often do you see the real person? For those who claim to have found true love, how often could you look into the eyes of your soulmate and actually say, "I See You"?

James Cameron's movie, "Avatar", grossed US1.2 million in the first 3 weeks since it was released, tossing it into the realm of the top 5 movies ever created. Of course, the first is "Titanic". James Cameron is the only director who can claim the title of directing 2 movies that are in the top 5 movies that earned the most of all time.

What do you think made Avatar beloved by many that it caused most to watch it a second time if not through theatre, by illegal means. Some say it's because of the 15 year hype. Some say it's because of the 3-D effects. Some say it's because of the special effects.

But at the end of it all, the movie is a tale of 2 souls entwined. It's a movie about a trying love story that amazed us all because of the different world it was set in. Leona Lewis' song, "I See You" summarises this movie perfectly for me and I hope it does for you as well.

Screw The Title

2010-01-04T09:19:00.000-08:00

I can't seem to think of a cool slick line that will make for a brilliant title. As such, the title shall be the aforementioned. Now on to the important matters that will hopefully make up for me not posting for so long.

Christmas came and went surprisingly fast. I recieved some very thoughtful presents but ofcourse I enjoyed giving what I bought more. On Christmas, my entire family went over to my cousin sister's house for lunch and it was fun for there was a huge Christmas tree with presents beneath. We got to open ours as well. After that went over to a friend's place. I got two of the kids there a gift. Both were book : ) I couldn't help myself. The boy loved Ben 10 so I got him this activity book and the girl seemed the Princess kind so I got her the Little Mermaid book.

After that, got home and knocked out. Everything moved rather quickly as the 5 days to new year swished by leaving us to perform for the Countdown ceremony. It was a nice day. We had been practicing all week long. At least the drummers did. The dancers had been practicing much longer than that. At 9.35pm, the drummers took up position and did our thing. We got the crowd riled up and I got to do the whole crowd cheering thing. Then the dancers performed. The organizers liked AFT's performance so much so that they asked us to perform again. So the drummers did an encore at 10.50pm. Then we were asked to lead the guest of honours in (3 MPs).

We did so and by the end of it all, Kanitha, Thana, Naathan, Sameer, Idham, Prabs, Isabelle and my hands ached so badly that we couldn't move it much. Then of course, there were the dancers, Yoga, Kanitha (again), Colin, Jason, Isabelle (again) and the Pretty Boyz all of whom did a brilliant job performing genres such as lyrical hip hop, popping, Street Jazz and old school hip hop coupled with Break dancing. And then there are Henry and Serena. The darlings who cheered us on : )

With that performance, Arteen Furteens (AFT) brought the year 2009 to a good end. I must say I'm proud of every single individual who contributed to the projects. AFT has had an excellent year and 2010 will only prove to be ten times better. If I have anything to say about it ; )

Okay so moving on. Most of the teens left for Marina Bay and Sentosa or to hit the clubs but where were a handful of us? Still in Canberra. Why? Because there were fireworks!!! We were but 10 metres away from the fireworks launch point. We lay on the non crowded grass and watched the fireworks that was only about 30 metres above us. Trust me on this the $15 000 spent on the fireworks was well worth it and all the families watched it in awe. So did the rest of us. Suffice to say, I loved every moment of it.

At this point in time, the writer feels it is necessary to point out that she is beyond sleepy and would like to end this post. I assure you I shall post again with my new year expectations. I am turning 21 this year. Hence it is an important year indeed. Adulthood draws ever closer and I find myself pondering over whether there are certain requirements one must fulfill before one can consider oneself an adult. These questions will be delved into during the next post.

Till then my small but loyal readers, remember this;

Dreams are the stuff of magic,
Golden dust sprinkled when you sleep.
Courage is the thunderous proud lion roar,
An echoing reminder of what stands strong.
Strength is the might of Hercules,
The tale of his defeat against Hades and the Titans.
Love is the fleeting emotion,
That when once felt, lasts a lifetime.
So may your days be filed with fairy dust, a lion's roar, evil Hades and the Titans and of course that one true love you have yet to discover.

My mama said

2009-12-28T09:10:00.000-08:00

Nice Start to the Christmas Week

2009-12-21T08:03:00.000-08:00

I've got a finger long scratch on my right wrist, swellings around my ankles and my head feels like hell. But I feel wonderful.

I was tired, annoyed and distressed today. But I felt happy.

I was defensive, territorial and absolutely stubborn. But I felt like a kid. Wait hold up...defensive? Territorial? Stubborn??? That is like a kid!!! lol

AFT went down to Su Lian Methodist Home today to celebrate Christmas with 50 kids there. Several friends of AFT were there as well to help out. I was unlucky yet lucky enough to become a facilitator of the group "The Nutcrackers". I suppose I was weary about heading down there. Exhaustion was still my company since I hadn't recovered from the week's trip overseas as well as having to wake up bloody early every god damn day since I returned.

So I trudged down to the car with my sis and headed over to several points in Sembawang and Yishun to pick up logistics stuff, food items and people. By the time we reached the home in Ang Mo Kio, I was ready to sprint right back on home into bed.

But I got out of the car and helped transfer everything into the canteen area. Then the horror began: I met my group.

If I had written the "CinderElla revamped" script after this event, my group would have been my inspiration for the misfits. Dude...there was a kid in a batman outfit, another kid who looked like he wanted to rip out my throat and eat it for dinner, another dude who so happens to be the tallest dude there who looked as though if I blew it him, he would topple over instantly and of course there's the dude who thinks inflicting pain on me is fun and by some amazing thought process, he thinks I enjoy being physically abused.

"I'm going to kill myself," that was the first thing that ran through my mind. But of course, never backing down from a challenge, I rolled up my sleeves and barged right into that group and laid down my 3 famous rules:

Rule Number 1: When I ask you to listen, you drop whatever you're doing and listen.

Rule Number 2: No vulgarities and name calling.

Rule Number 3: Have fun.

Hey it works...

Anyways, the kids actually took time to memorise the ruless...odd. Then began the biggest lesson of my life. I'm used to orderliness and rules followed. So when a bunch of kids start running around like headless chicken, I get stunned. I was so stunned, that I stood there for a good 5 minutes, figuring out my next plan of action to control them while putting on an appearance that they're running about was nothing more than the results of my cleverly planned actions.

It took me 3 hours but I finally got it.

At first, I thought wow...shouting will not get into these kid's heads and rules seemed too complicated for them to get.

But I was wrong. Shouting did get into these kids' heads. It was just that they refused to respond because they were so used to more shoutings that would come after.

And boy do they comprehend rules. The comprehend them so well that they found the loopholes between my 3 rules. Man normal kids are not as smart as these guys. Trust me. Half my group will either end up as Singapore's top lawyers or possibly end up as the greatest criminal masterminds to ever exist.

As the day went by, I fell in love with each kid and somehow became one of them to the point where I got so pissed when another group kept bullying mine. I became territorial and moody all the while standing around my group like an alpha female would with her cubs.

At the end of the day, I had 19 kids in my group. Why do I mention this? Because I started off with only 13 kids at first. The other 6 kids who joined were either from other groups or kids who were disliked by the others. I even had one who had saw eyes a day ago and was ocstracized for that....and the government worries about racism.

When it was time to leave, one kid gave me a heart shaped balloon...that's the kid who found hurting me fun and thought I found it fun as well. Another kid made me sign his whiteboard...that's the kid who had saw eyes. And of course, my entire team made me swear I'll add them on facebook which is what I'm doing now.

It was a beautiful way to start the Christmas week.

From Sea to Air to Land

2009-12-16T05:52:00.000-08:00

10 AFT members boarded the Leisure World Cruise on Monday. We went there for our 1st ever retreat. For those who couldn't make it, next time guys. And it'll be fun ; )

Anyways, on board the cruise, we did alot of nonsensic stuff from attempting to do an online AFT show to watching the cruise's crew performing the emergency drill (although I doubt the crew actually wanted an audience. But they didn't chase us off so we watched) to stuffing our faces with food to gambling ( hehe yeah...for half an hour only) to sleeping at the Tropica Cafe.

Also, we attempted to make some beats on the stand on the deck of the cruise ship...yeah here's our sorry attempt at it : )

haha I'll post up the actual video some day soon ; )

It was a helluva lot of fun and thank you guys for the fun time. We actually sang Karoke with Naathan and Jason taking the lead...

Remember Backstreet Boy's "Everybody"? Wel now we have Naathan and Jason's rendition in our head...

Jason: Are you sexual? (in a growling, metal rock kind of voice)

Naathan: Yeah Yeah. (in a squeaky voice that sounds as if he's so drunk)

lol. That ended at around 1am when the lights of the cafe went off. Then, we just sat around and played "I never...". For those who don't know how to play it, this is how it goes. The first person states a sentence like..."I never kissed a girl before". Then, everyone in the circle who has kissed a girl before has to drink from their cup. So we played that for an hour until our drinks ran out. Then Thana had to suggest slaps. Yeah we started slapping ourselves. Lots of secrets came out ; )

And at 3am, I slept on the very couch I was sitting on. At 6am when I opened my eyes, everyone else was asleep on couches as well. LOL it was like a refugee camp : ) Bettina, Naathan, Prabs, Jason and Thana. The others were smart enough to sleep in the cabins provided.

Now comes the hectic part. The cruise was on international waters. So, you have to change ferries twice before landing back in Singapore at Tanah Merah port. The moment we landed at 2pm, we dashed off back home. My family had a flight at 7.05pm to catch to Bali. It was mass packing and basically running at my house.

So we got to the airport and then passport troubles happened. My sis and my passport are expiring in June 2010. And as everybody knows, a passport has to more than 6 months before expiry to be valid for traveling. Hence a small problem at the airport. We finally got through but that was after sigining a form that said we'll deal with any problems arising at Bali's airport.

Once we landed there, my dad had to deal with the customs. And guess what? We had to pay the customs officer...basically it was bribery. Woohoo!

We then booked into a hotel near the seaside. It was called Kartika Hotel. Did you know that in Bali they have this one day in March set aside and it's called "Silent Day". Basically everyone in Bali stays in their home even the people in the city. They're not allowed to come out if not the security officers will catch them. All lights have to be off and if you're a tourist, you have to stay within the hotel. It's an interesting tradition and I realise I've just gone completely out of point.

Anyways, we reached our hotel at about 10.30pm so we basically fell asleep straight away. The next day we had several programs lined up so we had to rest.

And I don't think I can type anymore so in my next few posts, I'll include highlights of our trip : )

PS: Christmas is around the corner!!!! Presents, presents, christmas tree, Presents!!!!!

I'm Going To Hell

2009-12-10T08:23:00.000-08:00

I'm completely and utterly mortified and I hope you'll can learn from my mistakes. Kanitha and I got into a cab and both of us were extremely tierd after rehearsing dance with the bride as well as spending the entire day out. Note that I was surprised that for the first time, the cab driver did not utter a single word. I mean if you had read one of my earlier posts, you would know that most taxi drivers like to talk.

That's beside the point but what happened next was that Prabs called and asked where we were. I pulled the phone away from my ear and asked, "Uncle which road are we on right now?"

No reply.

So I softly said into the phone, "My uncle's deaf."

And then out of the silence, came a computerised voice saying, "SLE".

I paused for a second and asked him to repeat what he had said and there came again the computerised voice.

I am such a jerk. Honestly. The man had his voicebox infected. I am such an imbecile. Hence the title of this blog. I am officially going to hell because of that. God I shall repent by being nice to all taxi drivers henceforth.

I visibly shut up in the cab after that stupid incident. Haiz. Anyways here's a Chris Brown song that I love very much. It's called "Crawl". And honestly to all those people who are dissing him, go ahead. You're entitled to your own opinion and frankly he deserves judgement from the public because when you are high up in the clouds, the fall is harder. When you're famous, you need to know how to manage your life extremely well so as to not taint your name with scandal.

HOWEVER, seriously people, burning his CDs and forgoing listening to his songs??? Are you'll crazy or just plain dumb? Music is music and should be appreciated for what it is. The Artist is responsible for the song but the artist's reputation has nothing to do it. God. Get it into your heads.

I know some people argue by saying: I forgo his music because I'm taking a stand. But buying his CDs and listening to his music, it seems like I'm validating his actions.

Think about it in this way,
1) Is Chris Brown a politician? NO
2) Does he influence any laws in society? NO

When NKF (National Kidney Foundation) in Singapore lost its reputation because of the infamous man who had golden taps in his toilet, people stopped supporting the organization as much as they used to. Now that's a stand because money as well as people's trust were lost.

And before you argue stating that Chris Brown is a well known artist and people believed in him and expected good morals from him, people he wasn't elected into his position. Plus people put him on that pedestal. So if he falls, don't over react.

Surprising how my brain works. I'm absolutely tierd and I end up writing this long post....anyways enjoy the song ; )

I Pressed the Emergency Button!!!!

2009-12-08T05:48:00.000-08:00

Yup!!! : ) : ) : ) Okay first of all, I was completely concerned about the man who fell down. I was genuinely concerned about his well being.

But I got to press the emergency button!!!! And Kanitha spoke to the officers ; )

Yeah I'm kinda leaving you'll in the dark right? Okay from the beginning. Kanitha and I were heading down to Suntec City to purchase christmas deco for the Botanic Garden's 150th anniversary tree decoration event. So we were on board the train when all of a sudden this uber tall (yes taller than Yoga) guy just fainted and collapsed on the ground beside us. Everyone spaced out for a sec before this nurse (yes she was attired in the official nurse outfit. Lucky right?) rushed to his side and pulled him to his side in case he had the fits. Thankfully he didn't.

So this chinese aunty beside us went, "Push the button lah!" Kanitha and I turn to look at that green circular thing with a keyhole next to the door. Seen it before? It's within a rectangular shaped red portion. So I look at Kanitha and ask, "You can push that?" I mean come on!?! It didn't look like a button!!! But the aunty insisted and for some godforsaken reason, she couldn't push it herself but instead busied herself making a big fuss about everything else.

SO......I PRESSED THE BUTTON!!! And a soft alarm rang out throughout the entire MRT station. WOOHOOOO!!! Okay then, the train driver asked questions and.....KANITHA ANSWERED!!!

Okay that's as exciting as the news gets.

Moving on. Watch this advertisment...wait for it....wait for it...and check out the look on the guy in the blue shirt. Looks as if he won Miss Universe...

Worth Waiting For

2009-12-06T02:41:00.000-08:00

Remember the video I said would be worth waiting for? Yes?

Well here it is. Actually there's 2 : )

I had a smile on my face after that one!

And I had goosebumps after that! It oozes awesomeness right? So get your butts onto youtube and subscribe to their channel if you want to catch this series first hand. It starts next year, 2010.

Children's Camp

2009-12-05T20:00:00.000-08:00

CASE REPORT:
Date: 4th and 5th December
Time: 9am to 12pm the next day
Venue: Jelutong CC
Missing Item: Master Key to Toilets

Yup...I lost the master key to the Jelutong CC toilets...someone's either going to steal the basins from the toilets or start using the location as a hang out place.

Just got back from making a police report so at least that's over and done with. But then again, I have to pay for the key to be replaced.

But that aside. The camp went well. I was rather miffed at having to focus on the camp right after my paper ended on Wednesday but when it came down to it, the kids always make it worth it. We may have gotten a more crazier and more misbehaved batch of kids, but that doesn't matter.

Danish was there. The kid who was in my group the previous camp. HE HAD A SWEET STASHED IN HIS SHOE AS WELL AS ONE MORE IN HIS JACKET. Some things never change.

The theme for this camp was tribal and it was called "Camp Yapucha". The campfire had a really interesting concept thanks to Isaac who brought in drums and dancers. All the campfire songs were now backed up by tribal beats.

I was camp chief so sadly, NO GROUP FOR ME. But since it was only 40 kids this time around, all of us got to know the kids abit better.

So here's a huge thanks to all the campers who came down and made it fun.

A huge thank you to the facilitators, Naathan, Colin, Isabelle, Jason and Zahirah who handled the kids first hand.

A huge thank you to Prabs for handling all the logistics aspect.

A huge thank you to my sis and Kanitha who helped drive around the logistics stuff as well as collect food as well as....oh what the heck thank you for basically becoming the camp runners.

A huge thank you to my mum for handling all the food and drinks part.

A huge thank you to Ganesh and Jennifer for always taking care of the washing up parts.

A huge thank you to Henry and Thana for handling games.

A huge thank you to Praven for helping to build the net.

A huge thank you to Yoga, Mussie, KC and Sameer for coming down.

A huge thank you to Hans and Amanda for especially caring for the young kids who fell sick.

And a huge thank you to Isaac and the Pretty Boys for preparing the campfire and making it awesome : )

Alrighty then, on to other projects ; )

Legion of Extraordinary Dancers

2009-12-02T10:52:00.000-08:00

Interesting title. It got me sitting up straight in my seat. Did I manage to get your attention? I hope I did. Because this is worth it.

I first saw this a couple of months back and I thought it was interesting that Jon Chu, a director, was assembling a team of elite dancers. I thought maybe he was going to do a dance movie...you know like the movies, "Step Up" or "Take the Lead". And then the dancers slowly started to perform on youtube through videos uploaded on their behalf. The group started increasing and the talent never ceased to amaze.

I remember watching this discovery program with my brother once; I can't remember the title for the life of me but maybe you'll recall it. It displayed the human body's ability to be amazing. The season featured various men from different fighting backgrounds showing off their strength in a studio that had all sorts of contraptions to test the extent of their ability. And at that moment, both my brother's eyes and mine were glued to the televsion set from start to end. I loved every moment of it as it made you believe in something that you once thought only superheroes could perform.

Well they exist. But they're not just martial artists. It was after watching this video of the legion of extraordinary dancers that I started watching them intently and I love every single one of them for the pure fact that I just can't even begin to comprehend what they're capable off.

If you want to know more about them, stay tuned because I've got an even more interesting video of them to show you. Trust me. It'll be worth your wait.

(I don't even know who the hell I'm talking to. The non- existent world of this writer's followers...hell yeah...)

Possibly the shortest post of my life

2009-12-01T07:17:00.000-08:00

Final paper tomorrow...Public Administration...will be good.

Love the song below.

"No...L...O....V....E is just another word I never learnt to pronounce..."

It'll be Over soon

2009-11-29T06:47:00.000-08:00

European politics is the paper tomorrow...groans...in pain...

Stupid welfare state concepts and European Union complications and curse everything that is European right now...*bangs head against wall*

I'll be so bloody glad once this darn paper is over then it'll just be the last paper on Wednesday and I'm all done.

Tomorrow evening I'll be heading down to this restuarant White Rabbit to help teach a bride a hip hop routine for her wedding reception. Kanitha is dancing too ; )

After that there's the Children's Camp on Friday and Saturday then there's the wedding itself then the Cruise then the Island holiday then the basking then the children's home then Christmas and finally the Countdown Party at Woodlands....

There goes the holidays.

Satisfaction

2009-11-28T02:35:00.000-08:00

It's odd that in life there are times when we experience utter satisfaction while at other times, we experience complete unsatisfaction.

At one point you'd be smiling and appreciating the moments in life while at another time, you'd be wishing that time flew by faster so that the bad times would pass by.
And then, you come to a point where you feel as though everything was contradicting. Right clashes with wrong. Loud with soft. Past with future. Good and bad. Love and hate. Pain and joy. Tears and laughter.

Oddly enough, it's those moments of contradiction that make the most sense. Do you get it?

Fireflies

2009-11-26T23:51:00.000-08:00

I first discovered this song when I was playing my brother's I Touch games; Tap Tap Revenge. Okay ignore the lame game title ; )

But the point is that when I first heard this song, I thought it was by a band...I mean OWL CITY- screams band name right? Furthermore, the song sounded like it was produced by an entire band...guitarist, drummer, lead singer...

But no. The song- "Fireflies" was produced by one guy who calls himself "OWL CITY". I had to put this song up on my blog because it reminded me of so many things like...

A kid, imagination and dreams. I don't know if you'll feel like I did when I heard this song but it felt light and simplistic. Like there's no underlying meaning...the words mean exactly as they sound. I don't think it would appeal to many people but if it does to you then brilliant : )

Carousel

2009-11-23T07:16:00.000-08:00

The video; "Carousel" has won Cannes-Lions 2009 Film GRAND PRIX...

And the Making of the video...

Interesting isn't it. Especially the whole concept of starting out with the cop who seems to be alerting the rest of the robberers dressed as clown. But then towards the end, if you have a keen eye, you realise that the first cop is in fact one of the clowns who had jumped out of the building. You can deduce this by

1) Noticing that the man lying down in the room in just his shorts and shirt is a police officer whose outfit was stolen.

2) The man below obviously jumped as there's a dent in the car.

3) And of course, the clown's mask in his hand.