In Pursuit of Happiness

2010-06-06T00:49:00.002+08:00

i would like to hold your hand - just once.
i would like to lie on a beachmat next to you and sing out loud - just once.
i would like to slowdance - just once.
i would like to stroke your hair - just once.
i would like to share an ice cream - just once.
i would like to fly a kite - just once.

2010-05-25T23:04:00.002+08:00

1. genuine = free from pretense, affectation, or hypocrisy. now seriously, how difficult is this?
2. you forced pandora's box open.
3. joker; not joke.
4. wake up. apparently you're not sufficiently trustworthy.

on a lighter note,
pamela, kavee and kurseth you are deeply missed :(

आशिक्का

2010-04-30T15:42:00.003+08:00

as much as i want all this endless memorizing to end i am really not looking forward for the end of this semester. i will definitely miss all our mad studying sessions... i should really stop listening to pogathey right now.

2010-03-24T17:11:00.002+08:00

in class today my professor "inappropriately" used two boys as examples to elucidate his point on foreign intervention.
(points at boy 1): You are the US
(points at boy 2): You are Iraq
(stares at boy 2): So tell me, if he invades you how will you feel?
whole class laughs, poor man actually repeats.

2010-02-27T22:18:00.000+08:00

And I thought of you and all our Sunday mornings together :)

Remember the Sunday mornings when you would go to work later and you’d be reading the newspaper with the whole thing covering your face on the gray armchair and I’d run to you and push it down? How you’d lift me and make me sit on your lap while you read the paper and I just stared at the paper? And when I looked at your face for an explanation, you’d nod and say “wait ah ma, I will tell you the story” and you’d give me a one-liner about what you were just reading once you were done. You’re not an interesting story-teller pa cuz you always went straight to the point and its really a pity that I did not take after you. For if I had, I wouldn’t have gotten soo much scolding in English class for overwriting summaries. :)

Remember the times when after breakfast you’d take us to the market to buy soyabean while ma was cooking lunch? I still do pa. We used to stop by every car and you’d make me guess which brand it was. 4 circles made an Audi, 3 ovals was a Toyota and I always got mixed up with Hyundai and Honda. Every time I got it wrong you’d stand there refusing to move until I got it right. You’d say “of course you know this one, so easy.” You’d start with prompting the first alphabet and then with the number of syllabi. And by then I’d already guess it cuz seriously how many Asian cars were there then? But you knew; when I was guessing and when I really knew for sure – but you’d never tell me. Whenever you knew I was making wild guesses you’d explain to me about the logo, you’d even tell this 5 year old which model it was and why two exhaust pipes were better. Sadly, I don’t share that same love you had for Opal anymore pa, but I’m sure you’d like my black Volkswagen beetle once I get it :)

Then after the market we’d make a stop to the playground. You’d walk me all the way to the other end of Bedok South jus cuz I used to be so upset that the playground under our block did not have a swing. There was only one which would always be tangled or used by a selfish child who refused to share. I’d always stare daggers at that selfish child hoping to scare him/her (but it was almost always a ‘him’) away but you’d always make me ask him/her politely even if he/she was being a total ass. You’d be sitting on the bench and you’d watch me as I talk to him/her, I would start of being polite but would get irritated sooner or later because my kindness would meet with insolence and I would turn to you for assurance. You’d smile at me and keep urging me to sort the matter out myself. At that minute I used to be quite annoyed with you cuz surely it would have been so much easier for you, a grown man to raise your voice at this boy and I would have gotten the swing for myself in no time. But you’d always let me fight my own battles; they were always much easier to fight with you watching over me cuz I knew that if this idiot did not get up you would either step in or we’d find another playground. :)

And I wrote about you and all our Sunday mornings together - then :)

आशिक्का

2010-01-18T21:37:00.002+08:00

இரவும் அல்லாத, பகலும் அல்லாத, பொழுதுகள் உன்னோடு கழியுமா?
தொடவும் கூடாத, பாடவும் கூடாத, இடைவெளி அப்போது குறையுமா?
மடியினில் சாய்ந்திட துடிக்குதே
மறுப்புறம் நாணமும் தடுக்குதே
இதுவரை யாரிடமும் சொல்லாத கதை.

வெண் நீர், வெண்ணிலா.. கண்ணீர் கண்ணிலா
நானோ வெறும் காணலா?

आशिक्का

2009-12-24T00:30:00.002+08:00

the insulation from the necessity to abide by societal norms and the liberty that ready-made excuses gives one makes it so tempting to indulge in activities generally considered deviant.
i walk into the familiar darkness, into the tight embrace of thumping beats. Unknown faces, myriads of both known and unknown intentions stare back at me as I take slow steps into this place. Amongst all this uncertainty, I still feel welcome and feel this bizarre familiarity. I have always been afraid of the dark particularly because of the uncertainty that stems from a lack of supervision and the bane of having an outrageously wild imagination. But this darkness was different. It was enticing and offered this insulation from societal expectations. For once, I was not preoccupied about deviance and I was pretty sure it had something to do with the darkness and the opiating embrace of this place.

I walk into the darkness, unable to distinguish between friend and foe.

2009-11-26T10:49:00.003+08:00

this semester has been freaking fun. sooo many outings and many more fotos, i think i spent more time in the deck and in engin canteen than i did in the library. and though i am all prepared for plunging 'returns' on 22dec, i don think i will regret what i did this semester bcuz I HAD FUN! and fun, is priceless.
i have two more exams to go, yet it feels like as though i have finished them all. the last three days were hell. and today, i got up at 10 and i dint feel bad at all..
i have so much more to tell you, but this particular furniture in my house right.. its called a bed. ya, its calling me right now and i think i will go nap. justt.. to celebrate my sleepless nights for the past 3 days.

2009-10-19T11:40:00.003+08:00

this is destabilizing.
entirely destabilizing.

disclaimer: this post is in no order of importance.

2009-10-16T08:11:00.008+08:00

pam. you came, you laughed, you (hehheh)-ed, you died-ed. yet you managed to make me smile. that is you, that is (inserts baasha chant) paa-me-laa.

remember our analysis of mustafa mustafa in primary 3 during silent reading (it was never silent for us- actually me for that matter) in front of the malay shop that sells baby borneo? i still do. lets make this cliche - வானுக்கும் எல்லை உண்டு நட்புக்கில்லையே. haha. thank you so much for being part of this whole thing love and being there for me all the time!!

it is amazing how attached one can grow to people just met months ago. its also amazing how those people return the same amount of kindness, love and support back so genuinely.. eastiez, thank you for making me smile with your fantastic acting and making all this even more special.

என் மேல் விழுந்த மழை துளியே, இத்தனை நாளாய் எங்கிருந்தாய்?

இன்று எழுதிய என் கவியே, இத்தனை நாளை எங்கிருந்தாய்? :)

my support system. especially akka. how much all this really means to me you'll never really know.. cuz all i can force out with the limited vocab i have is a big thank you.

i'll be there for you

when the rain starts to pour

i'll be there for you

like i've been there before

i'll be there for you'

cause you're there for me too.

call me wehweh for all i care, but this thing kur wrote still makes me choke a little. i love you both! and kavee, i *iss you too.

I've learnt to understand that conventional does not necessarily mean perfect. Perfection is a perception and to me -this is perfection. Thank you Umma for ego bashing and then lifting me up to such great heights. You must be soo blessed to have such gorgeous children to carry on your genes and you've finally learnt how to smile properly. the both of you for that matter :) good job aamy!

Dear God,

What more could I ask for? I forget to thank You lots of times, grumble alot when I don't get what I want and even question Your sense of justice sometimes and yet all You do is to return all this with so much kindness. You are indeed the Most Merciful, Most Benevolent. Thank You.

Love,

Me.

2009-10-06T11:11:00.002+08:00

யாரோ? உன் காதலில் வாழ்வது யாரோ?
உன் கனவினை நிறைவது யாரோ?
என் சலனங்களை தீர்த்திட வாராயோ?

என்னை தேடி காதல் என்ற வார்த்தை அனுப்பு,
உன்னை தேடி வாழ்வின் மொத்தம் அர்த்தம் தருவேன்.
சிள்ளரிக்கும் தனிமையில் செத்துவிடும் முன், செய்தி அனுப்பு!

என்னிடத்தில் தேக்கி வைத்த காதல் முழுதும்,
உன்னிடத்தில் கொண்டு வர தேரியவில்லை
காதல்; அதை சொல்லுகின்ற வழி தேரிந்தால், சொல்லி அனுப்பு!

uआशिक्का

2009-09-29T11:22:00.003+08:00

paati always says when u laugh too much u will eventually cry. i have a feeling i will start freaking out in week 10. lets see if i have a shot at astrology. but now that im "laughing so much" im not gonna be guilty about it. and pam i miss you! i did an essay overnight that day and remembered you. (no, it was due three days later i just wanted to finish it for fun. don worry, the aliens havent sent the real me to mars yet)
आशिक्का

2009-09-29T11:02:00.003+08:00

if i could choose superhero powers it would be a tough fight between invisibility and mind reading. ur super tough!! i suggest you join the russians. oh wait, communism isnt exactly a threat anymore..hmm. maybe some terrorist group? ur damn good la! im seeeriously sooo impressed! (HATS OFF!)

i hate reflecting about my 'afterlife' and by afterlife i do not mean life after death (cuz we have already established the fact that im going to hell, probably the higher levels) but i mean life after i graduate. yes im teaching for sure but im still wondering whether i want stability or i want to try new things. these kinda thoughts are rather stupid AFTER u sign a bond but oh well, my brain does the stupidest most unnecessary analyzings of (y)india AFTER a decision has been made.when you see me next, please kick me for me. thank you.

yesterday when kharuna was walking towards the forum and i could see her but she kept saying she couldnt i felt like God. it'll be so nice to be Him for a day. play afool with the lives of mere mortals and see how they handle it at the same time (inserts sanskrit chanting voice) "im doing all this to make you a better person-swaaaaahaaaa" so fun!!

i have finally learnt that its about time i stop being a baby and insist things go my way. im a new person now, worship me. HAHA.

2009-09-22T19:18:00.003+08:00

i do not have:
neat (let alone perfect) hair; lots of money; sooo much brains that i can like don study and still do well; a picture perfect smile; my own room; an impressive resume; my own car; a size 25 bum; an AMEX Black card; size 7 feet that can fit into almost any pair of shoe; a coach bag; the ability to point at any destination on the map and go there for a quick holiday; that gucci bag i saw last week

but these don't matter.
really.

cuz i'd rather be me.
or rather.
i've learn the art of convincing myself that i'd rather be me.
:)

आशिक्का

2009-09-22T18:57:00.004+08:00

recess week has started and i still haven't gotten work done. semester in, semester out ashikah makes glorious, ambitious plans to complete her essays before recess week and she never does them. why do i even bother sometimes?

im still not changing my decision that its easier to hate than to forgive. but i don think hate's the word to describe what i feel right now, its more of a problem recognizing you. you were you, you changed and now i don know the new you. i've met the new you, i don like the new you and i cannot equate the new you with the old you. so this is my easy, ready-made excuse to convince myself that i have nothing to do with what happened. but thanks for the memories anyway, you have indirectly made me who i am today.

things change, insecurities make them worse. but i seriously think no one can love you if you don't love yourself.

that amazing feeling, the opiate of the masses. (and just to clarify i don mean religiousity by the way) i think i'd stop here for you to infer.

2009-09-02T18:06:00.002+08:00

and so school has officially started and ashikah has no bloody time to herself, let alone to update her blog. i have gotten myself into deeeep shit by deciding to take political inquiry this sem, i did mention that math and myself are WORLDSSS apart naah? yesyes, pol inquiry's that dreaded compulsory module i've been putting off since year 2 sem 1 and i finally mustered up enough courage to do it this sem.

this month i see sooo many manifestations of outward religiousity. i do not know where to place myself. i still stand by my case, religion is the opiate of the masses. Amen.

आशिक्का

2009-08-08T13:38:00.001+08:00

and to you for being this supportive..

thank you soooooo much:))

आशिक्का

Sangae 2009

2009-08-08T10:59:00.010+08:00

Being the chatterbox that I am, I always have a gazillion things to say even about the most minute things. But now, I’m stuck. I’m practically staring at the title of this entry and I really don’t know where to start.. I could start with thank yous or with how much i miss daily dance practices and all the fun we had at props of course, but that'll just make this whole thing cliche and weh weh. Many say that a picture says a thousand words, so I think I’d just leave a few pictures here for you all to decipher what sangae meant to me. And to all those lovely people I met through this production, thank you for the memories and for making me smile :)

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lastly, i'd like to publicly display my affection for these people. they were the only reason i was able to hold on to my sanity with both the internship and daily practices despite a severe lack of sleep. my easties:)

firstly, samby darling.

i just realized that you and i do not have a decent pretty foto with eachother. there was one but you told me not to upload it and i think you k now whyy. so later at bugis, we are taking many so i can put it here k? samby samby... why cant you be my younger sister seriously, you dance sooo well and you're soooo bladdy talented annnddd funnnn! thank you for being this sweet! i love you.

gangka dearest. i'd never forget our daily msn sessions where we went through steps, played pattukku and certain OTHER games while we were at work. we certainly don make ideal employees but i had soooo much fun. ur an amazing person and you never fail to make me smile.. or laugh out freaking loud for that matter. you're the hottest bimbo ever and yes i like chikopek-ing you too. :)

karutha machan aka meenakumari aka my first husband aka lead dancer aka rangu rangappa.

omg. like God, you have many names. but to me you are the definition of HAPPENING. there is never a dull moment with you arnd and i really enjoyed dancing and hanging out with you.. thank you for being sooooo nice and being equally hyper during rangu so i dint look like an idiot. hehe. and yes, when you become a doctor i will seek medical treatment frm you. just for your bag of sweets :)

jaangujakkuchaa.

kuchi machaaaan!

ur the nicest dance partner ever! the way you'd make sure i dint panic backstage n hold my hand and bring me to my spot. u dance freaking well and sing even better so stop that humble nonsense. i will make u sing mellisaiye everytime i see you so get used to it and don kick a fuss everytime i ask you to sing okayy! and on a happier and not-so-hostile note, thank you for being this nice and for all the food you let me steal and the empty plates i took at sakae. yes i know i bully you alot, but i frens you many many k?:))

twin!!!! (yes i knw ur all wondering how chindian and tulukkan are twins, but thats for us to noe and you to find out - inserts aathichudi laugh)

its really a waste that you werent my partner for any dance, it would have been damn fun! nevertheless i had sooo much fun during rangu and yes we both had solid partners. you have officially eradicated the ஏக்கம் i used to have cuz i dint know how it felt to have a brother.. thank you for making sure i dint put in unneccessary calories into my mouth before sangae, for pointing out my mistakes (be it "minute dance steps" or pitching), for introducing me to the wonders of coke light and for being such an honest and straightforward friend. here's to more modules together :))

and lastly, babbbbbbyyyyyy!

thank you for joining sangae with me cuz i wudnt have had this much fun without you. you kutthu-ed and that is still the best memory i m taking out of sangae, especially that raja step. HAHA. i still think u shud find a new fren cuz im a songi but i know you wudnt cuz you love me many many. heh heh so here's to more dance shows together :))

आशिक्का

2009-07-21T12:45:00.001+08:00

I have made peace with green tea and there are a lot of individuals who are in disbelief. First I thought it was influence, the fact that they managed to break Anand and Pam. Then yesterday I caught myself choosing the Heaven n Earth Osmanthus over lemon tea and I knew this was getting real. Then today my colleague bought Pokka Green Tea for me, something I thought I still needed time to swallow but was able to finish mine and help her with hers. So this is the final declaration, Ashikah Ameer has ended her feud with green tea so next time someone says “shut up before I pour green tea in your mouth” I can confidently reply “bring it on…” Muahaha.
I have learnt to accept green tea but tahu, not anytime soon and lizards NO WAY. Everyone knows lizards give me a cardiac attack, I try to ignore them but just cannot. They seem to be able to find me in my most helpless moments.

Today again I had to cancel on the other man, I have after-curriculum duties. CCA and other stuff have resumed cuz H1n1 is no longer THAT scary. See, we braved through it again. Remembering my GP essay in which I wrote “SARS brought Singapore to its knees” to which my extremely patriotic GP teacher reacted with disgust and said I was the example of failed national education. I have class at one, sec 5 class and I no longer have butterflies in my stomach when I have a class anymore. Its either I am used to it or I don’t freaking care, somehow I think it is the latter.

And did you know Ottagathai Kattiko was a chikopek song? And Aiyangaaru veetu azhagey had chikopek words? I didn’t but I have met someone who is an absolute spoiler and finds great enthusiasm in pointing them out. I am having a craving for the Ban Mian at Gangka’s place but it’ll have to wait till Friday. FRIIDAAY :))
आशिक्का

2009-07-08T08:04:00.003+08:00

And so, I was under the initial impression that Sangae has usurped whatever little social life I have had. I haven’t met the other man in ages [you cannot count bumping into each other in town and a quick dinner at subway an outing, can you?] I missed a very close friend’s 21st. Only get to see the athans once a week, that two for like 3 hours at most? I nearly forgot how kurseth’s pallus looked like and how contagious Pam’s laughter is. And now, the threat of Sunday practices.. there goes my only avenue for socialization – Sundays at Periamma’s will be gone as well. But, it doesn’t seem that bad. Really. Cuz I’ve made really nice friends and its amazing how a whole bunch of them have the same taste in songs – though I must admit, I AM A CLOSET ANJACK..

I think I have been indulging in a lot of deviant activities. Remembering Soci 1101E, deviance is not wrong-doing per se, but basically the indulgence in an activity deemed unacceptable socially. I mean seriously,

have you danced in the middle of Campbell Lane on a Saturday night to heart thumping Indian beats?

Have you sat on the floor and played cards on the train yet try to maintain some form of considerate-ness by getting up ONLY when the door opens at the side you’re seated?

Have you stretched your legs on the pavement in tekka and chatted for hours with your face painted?

Do you have a friend who goes up to innocent by-standers and says “irukka?”

Have you had sing-a-long sessions in the bus creating an absolute nuisance of yourself.

I have.

And I had a lot of fun doing it.

So here’s to more tiring sangae dance practices and fun journeys to and fro:)

And to Pam my dearest,
You graduated!! Fondly remembering the 30 mins you wanted to have with your logic lecturer. I am appalled by your sense of imagination but love you nevertheless. :))

आशिक्का

2009-07-01T10:34:00.002+08:00

apparently, it is said that spontaneous writing inspires the development of good writing skills. i don particularly know how valid this statement is, but I'd just use this as an excuse to justify this absolutely random post.
today in class I witnessed harmless girl-boy teasing. The guy liked the girl and his friends kept calling out her name and pointing at him. Although she kept saying 'shut up' and 'stoppit la' it was obvious... she liked him back. That bashful twinkle in her eyes were not camouflaged by the tough exterior she was portraying.. and so, i slumped onto my work chair at wani's table (i havent gotten one for myself and the workroom's too crowded so wani and i are currently cohabiting) so.. i slumped onto the chair and started thinking back about all those secondary school crushes we had. How we used to find excitement in scribbling his name in our hands, decorating it to seem unclear and when someone else asked 'where is the name?' we'd cliche-ly answer.. only for me to see with a stupid love-struck smile. (krr) how we'd stay up late into the night writing song lyrics which seemed to speak straight to us. I specifically remember Mandy Moore's crush and Selina's Dreaming of You. HAH. those were the days man.
and now, (thankfully) back to reality, i have come to understand that these were all the romanticization of romance itself. now, my concept of love has changed so much it is sooo scary. like then i used to think the ideal bf sang to me, whispered sweet nothings, regurgitated movie dialogues and all those extremely twilight-sounding stuff.
But now, ideas have changed. together with the expectations.. its more of wanting someone i can rely on and trust entirely. to sit back and scrutinize the imperfections and laugh it off saying 'I think i've got a good enough deal'. to be able to tell him anything under the sun knowing that even if he may not agree, has a big enough heart to accept it. someone i can rely on, trust entirely and of cuz be totally comfortable to be myself around him. rings a bell? hmmm. it might :))
आशिक्का

2009-06-29T09:21:00.002+08:00

school started today n as usual i was having problems waking up in the morning. i miss waking up at 8, pulling out my jeans and a comfortable cotton t-shirt from my cupboard and wearing them WITHOUT the need to iron them. now, i spend a good fifteen mins ironing office clothes. but then again, i shud be happy i have a job and HAPPIER i have an income. last night i spend a good 20 mins ironing just my pants and there are creases already. and the day started just two hours ago. now, i seriously need to shop for wrinkle-free clothes cuz when it comes to sitting properly and straightening my top before i land my bottom, i suck!
next month's gonna be a hell of a busy month. HOPEFULLY i'll lose some weight.

and last but not least. i'd like to 'air a fan request':
Anand is the most handsome boy on the face of this earth.
there. i said it, hope that particular fan is happy. :)

2009-06-19T21:55:00.002+08:00

பார்வைகள் புதிதா ஸ்பரிசங்கள் புதிதா ?
இடைவெளி தாண்டாதே என் வசம் நான் இல்லை .

आशिक्का

2009-06-17T13:32:00.002+08:00

hate to break it to you, but nothing's new in my life as of yet. days are still very packed and i've attracted this weird spell in which i automatically get up at 2am n am awake till 3am. last night i was watching minnale on vannathirai- THANK GOD they put a decent movie i tell you. and madhavan was sooo cute in that movie (inserts girly giggle)

i have started to spend this month's loot. i bought the honey conditioner frm body shop, i know the closest i could get to advertising hair care products, is to model for inferior brand X but seriously.. i REALLY think this conditioner works. my hair FEELS (note the verb - not seems but FEELS) softer. then i bought this pair of really pretty silver earrings and anklets. dhar is bad company i tell you..

i cannot wait to go KL with the kudumbamm! i decided to wear the green and silver saree for the show on sun night and my new silver earrings :))
and im still deciding which swatch to get.

2009-06-12T01:53:00.005+08:00

two weeks into practice and my knees already start shivering. i must admit i am getting fantastic exercise but i really do not appreciate the after-effects of practice sessions. ever experienced this feeling when your body is soo tired, you're absolutely lost for words to describe your discomfort and ur soo sure you might die of fatigue if you don't sleep BUT your mind decides to be a pig and is super alert meaning a good 1/2 hr (at least) is spent on tossing and turning on the bed like ur some tamil movie heroine in love? this is precisely what happened on tuesday n today.-like right now. and considering the fact that my mom has a problem seeing people sleep when she is awake in the morning- i CANNOT compensate for the lack of sleep by getting up later the next morning.

latest finding! : i did not noe ராக்கம்மா கையை தட்டு was a chikopek songg!
then last night i was listening to it closely and there was - கருத்தம்மா முத்தம் சிந்து, பனிமுத்து போல் நித்தம் வந்து. *gasps

i have concluded that i am the most clumsiest -if not- most gabra person on the face of this earth. how can someone hurt her second toe, that too from just jumping and landing? my mom said my excuse might make NUS deem me mentally unsound to continue studying. krr. then apparently kur told me she was laughing when i msg-ed her about my toe and shortly after she tripped too.. this really reminds me of the rhyme i learnt at religious class when i was really young. [yes people, contrary to popular belief, i DID attend religious classes. they were attempts of my parents' to instill religiousity in me which i wudnt exactly classify as futile cuz at least i remember this rhyme. heh.]

little munir went to school and pushed little danny
on the way home he tripped and fell over a penny
Allah is always watching, Allah is always there.
Allah is always watching, Allah is always fair.
:)
आशिक्का

2009-06-05T11:57:00.002+08:00

i am seriously not looking forward for tomorrow. my resolution was to stop keeping my emotions a secret and im sure, my attendance for tomorrow's event would require me to put on that plastic smile i left tugged deep behind my closet hoping i'd never have to take it out again. but now there's an opportunity for me to wear it out again. so as i pick out my dress for the event, straighten the creases and select my accessories- this dreading feeling emerges. urhh. please remind me, why am i putting myself through all this again?

2009-06-01T12:05:00.006+08:00

anand reflecting at how stupid we were to have spent a whole hour cycling and not taking any fotos. nevertheless, we had soo much fun. i mean how many times do u get to cycle in a park and sing stupid "bicycle" songs like chinna kuyil paadum paattu keykutha with a boy whose "kukukukooku" goes out of tune. heh. and then we, or rather I, had to spoil our workout by going to pastamania and stuffing my face with pasta.. krr. and they're such cheaters i tell you, i bought the mussels and clam pasta and there were two opened ones with NO FLESH inside. we were taking pictures and we came to the conclusion that:

we suck at taking pictures of ourselves together.

i think you get the picture :)

2009-05-22T08:03:00.004+08:00

i think my supervisor is really nice, while i have heard stories of others waiting to slave drive she gives me soo much freedom and many more breaks. i actually like her alot. i've been sitting in her history and social studies classes and it has rekindled my - i don think the word is love, even if it is i will not tell you cuz i have certain friends who are WAITING to jump in and call me a nerd. so i was looking at the source based questions and it is really not easy man. but nevertheless, the essay questions are so do-able and they made me go read up on fascism in japan though i personally think fascism was more fun in italy!
the discipline in this school amazes me. how the doors of the staff room are left open yet no student walks in. as much as gurupaarvai has showed me the consequences of blogging about one's school/teachers i will still do so.. of course with caution. i think i like teaching. i mean yes there is an immense amount of paperwork but i think i like the culture.
during my free period i can CHOOSE to slack or do my work, i have freedom to decide what to do when of course bearing in mind the consequences ready to pounce at me. food is cheap and RELATIVELY healthy and aunties are ever ready to pamper you with "eh u wanna try this" or "come teacher i give you the powder for the guava". i seriously think the only thing that may be a problem for me is leading by example, especially when it comes to punctuality and.. well, rule abiding. i cannot wait to start teaching in july, i get to introduce ww1. the whole dreikaiserbund the decay of the alliance system.. OMG SOOO FUN! i rather teach the ethnic conflict in srilanka and the success rate of the league of nations rather than grammar and vocab and sentence structure.
hence, when i grow up.. i will teach history and social studies. i will die with the marking but at least it is fun! :)

आशिकका

2009-05-17T19:30:00.002+08:00

this week was filled with packing, unpacking, cleaning and all those household-ly domestic duties associated with shifting. i love my new bathroom, the tiles are sooo conducive for my hour long showers and i swear i heard someone say "dei paatu satham keykuthu" when i was singing in the bathroom. i really hope it was my mom but i thot it sounded like a man.. so now i have thin walls and an indian neighbour.
and so the internship started last week and i must admit i went with a really passive attitude. i mean yes there may be a 1001 theories about classroom management but when a deviant kid screams in your face, im sure you're thinking of your theories. krr. i was really disturbed by the elitist mindset of the speakers and the self fulfilling prophecy; it seemed as though that concept never existed. i was really disturbed but it has reinforced my belief that i should contribute to the system - to change it in whatever little way i can. yesyes, please hear out the super idealistic me.

i cannot wait for the singtel guy to get his arse to my house to fix the cable so i can be connected to the net asap. im starting school tomorrow and i miss pam, kurseth and sarah ALOT. kavee, we talk everyday so dont be hurt. krrk/

2009-05-09T18:07:00.002+08:00

i have heard several times that it takes a big heart to forgive and a bigger one to give someone a second chance. this time, metaphorically- i do not feel like being the bigger person. i just dont.. today i think i have come to a conclusion as to where i should point my accusatory fingers to. let me spell it out for you,
i do NOT have a big heart, i have opinions of my OWN and my ego is HUGE so you can pretty much forget about me crawling back to you.

i do not understand how mistrust and love can coexist. i still believe that love is security and security is derived from trust. thus, through the elimination of the 'common factors' shouldnt love = trust? as much as we all know how impossible it is to find mr right, is expecting trustworthiness an ideal or a natural necessity?

it is finally over!~

2009-05-08T10:12:00.004+08:00

finally the exams are over and yes prof haque is by far the KINDEST lecturer ever. his exam questions were soo straightforward and he did explain his expectations implicitly in the questions which made planning soooo much easier. and so, year 2 sem 2 has technically come to an end and yet again God has proven to me that He alone is in-charge of this game. this divine plan. 4 PS modules was really no joke and well 4 arts people in heavenly maths trying to battle with super abstract concepts was A JOKE. i tink he'd be having a good laugh when grading my paper. HAHA.
well the end of exams has given me the liberty to indulge in simple worldly pleasures.. so tday i make a plan: not to complete chapters 4-6 by noon, not to finish memorizing certain chapters by 3 and not to do mindmaps for my readings.. but simply to S-L-A-C-K.

oh and i think it pays to vent sometimes so.

Dear FMB,

if i had to assign one fairytale character to you, it would be peterpan. you never grow up.

2009-05-06T18:30:00.002+08:00

one more!
one bloody paper more!
i dunno whether to be happy or sad that its at 5pm tomorrow.. in 24 hrs, i would be battling the final bits of my final essay. I CAN DO THIS.
sfp was good and sea was alright considering how 'prepared' i was.
i cant say the same about today's paper. this is the first time i have been thrashed by a paper, heavenly maths..
one word. S*PP*! (would you like to buy a vowel??) heh.
and now, public admin in asia... i can do this. I CAN DO THIS!
आशिक्का

2009-04-29T13:37:00.002+08:00

The Most Benevolent, Most Merciful.....
Indeed an apt description of You.
You always come to my rescue even when i neglect You in my pursuit of worldly pleasures.
I thank You for all that You have given me. accrue the glories of my achievements to You and the failures i have met along the way to my incompetence alone. Yet again You have made me realize that this is Your plan and that You have a final say in this. Thank You.

आशिक्का

2009-04-28T07:48:00.003+08:00

yesterday i stayed home to study and felt super cooped up that i ended up in the library with sihui and kavee. while we studying (and throwing sweet wrappers at eachother) kavee, sihui and i were planning our study timetable for the rest of the week. its really hard to believe that there IS a future after cpe. all my mind is doing now is counting the days/hours left for the paper that i have really lost track of time. sighh.
saiful made my evening by msging me the prof's reply to his query about the final exam. apparently there is one compulsory question and two short answers only.. the percentrage is like 20%,10%,10%. this is good rightt? i mean even if i screw the compulsory qn its only 20 percent right?? and the other two i can smoke my way rightt>?
today i have promised myself to take it slow.. i will not panic, i will not get stressed.

update at 6pm: well my cpe grade proves to me yet again that i suck at gauging when i'll do well and when i wudnt when it comes to research papers. i was soooo surprised with sing foreign policy and a lil disappointed with PA in Asia but CPE was really god sent that tooo at a fantastic time. thank god the grades came up today if not i wud have stopped studying a looong time ago. Thank you God for bailing me out when i needed it the most:):)
आशिक्का

2009-04-24T10:44:00.002+08:00

as much as i am an ardent fan of happening fast rhythimic patterns and stupid but funny lyrics (ok i tried to explain dappangutthu classily) i was a little disturbed after listening to the hey vetrivela song. i mean it starts off fine but the lyrics left me disturbed. i felt that the song unnecessarily glamourized uneducation especially in a country plagued by low literacy rates and an extreme incidence of child labour. there were references made to people with great achievements who had no formal education. such as former chief minister of tamil nadu and actor MGR, the wright brothers, indian cricket legend sachin tendulkar and all. i mean yes education is not everything, but it is still SOMETHING in today's society. i strongly believe that the marginal status of the indian poor is primarily because of a lack of education which translates into their inability to know their basic rights. this lack of awareness is then utilized to further perpetuate their marginal status and make it difficult, in extreme terms impossible, to break the poverty cycle.
and if songs like this one go about glamourizing uneducation wudnt it opiate the masses further who already think it is economically sound to send their children to work at some construction place rather than to send them to school? also, doesnt it neutralize the positive effects of several NGOs that try to keep children at school - picture this: NGO tells this kid to go to school; person of superstar calibre sings a song that glamourizes uneducation and knowing the effect of indian cinema on the regular indian (me included) what does this kid doo? hmm..

children deserve the right to education, knowledge should be everyone's birth right. im sorry im being super sensitive about just a regular dappanguthu song, but not everyone takes the same message out of a movie or commercial etc. producers should understand that they have an implicit moral responsibility in cultivating values in their audience and even if they feel that values-advocating movies do not make money in the box office, the least they could do is to ensure that they don impinge on the success of programmes that aim to reform society.
i cant put this video up but i think its worth watching:)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klw-8BrBvVY
आशिक्का

2009-04-22T07:19:00.002+08:00

:'( every morning i wake up looking forward only to lunch with kavee, walking home with kavee n sleeping (NOT WITH KAVEE) how sad my life is during exams. :'( :'(

boy: im hitting the gym now to go get rid of all my fats, eat something k?
girl: sigh, how i wish the tamil movie logic of hero gets hurt, heroine aches works. that way, u run i lose weight. DAMN REALITY.
boy: u? heroine? riggghttt. shriya better.
thus proving if he was really given a choice, it wud be her. KRR.

arabic kadal orum reminds me of kurseth cuz therez one like that goes "eh pallu thamaraiye"
maasi masam reminds me of pam cuz she sent it to me at like 1am one night n when i opened the file n it started with chikopek sounds i was like WTH :)
आशिक्का

2009-04-14T11:19:00.002+08:00

i cannot stop laughing at the sarcasm of this new york times article criticizing attempts at reducing poverty: "when in doubt, promise to eradicate poverty" so baad! a week has passed since i have last update my blog, that is bad busybusy bad! nothing much has happened, i am STILL battling my CPE essay and it dint help that my laptop's charger cable burst on sunday. and mr an-dhooo was soo nice to listen to me whine all the way to simlim. i was sooo cranky on monday i had one sausage mc muffin, two slices of the turkey sandwich thingie at long john and half a hash brown and STILL HAD SPACE FOR NUTS! i have officially started emotional eating..
kr. exams are here yet again and this is the period of time i actually DREAD spending time with kavee. 10-5 in the library without talking is nooo joke!
tampines one opened over the weekend, its upmarket so dont bother if ur as broke as me. topman to kavee is an irresistable mistress, you shud have seen his face when we went in.
suriya is soooo handsome in ayan, LIKE OMG!not hot per se, cuz i cant see him in that way probably cuz he's married and has a kid!! (i got ethics k, even when i sightu-fy. heh..) BUT OMMMGGGGG! and i think tamanna can make the most ooru-fied skirts look decent, i cant say she acts well but she is sooo beautiful n graceful and wassup with the songs~ soo copied. oru maalai and guzarish cann.

உச்சி முதல் பாதம் வரை உன் பெயரை நான் எழுத வேண்டும்.
மிச்சம் இன்றி மீதம் இன்றி முப்பொழுதும் எப்பொழுதும் மீண்டும்.
आशिक्का

2009-04-07T15:51:00.003+08:00

a fren of mine opened my eyes to how people can actually get irritated when one keeps whining about their daily routine on their blog ( i really thought blogs were meant to satisfy that function) so maybe i might make an extra effort to limit the whining.. but now, i really need to so dealwithit KRR.
sem in sem out, i make a promise to start early, stick to my readings, highlight fake datelines a month before the actual one to con myself into starting earlier and to limit socialization to the bare minimum. sem in sem out, procastination and the dire need to socialize always kicks in and i, ashikah, ALWAYS end up neck-deep with assignments by the time week 10 begins.
this sem, i have had no time to rejoice when i dropped the paper into that "JUDGEMENT" box and no, "YAAAY my paper is over lets go whack prata" moments for they are all due back to back. first one was due on the 25th, then a project on the 31st, then one on the 6th, another on the 13th and the final MOST EXCRUCIATING ONEEE on the 15th! please tell me why i took comparative pol economy again, i might die just looking at the question. everytime i do my readings for that module, i keep wondering if i made it here through merit or the ethnic quota system and ALWAYS end up demoralized, shitty and sad. as much as im glad mr.know-it-all is doing the paper with me, its still PAINFUL and i swear when i finally drop the paper into prof's mailbox, i might even break down.. THAT BAD!!!

but im glad i went out on sat with pam, if i dint i cud've stabbed a professor and jumped down. OK NOW im REALLY JOKINNGGG. please don take me seriously and bar me from school please. then again, if that happened i wudnt have to face CPE. hmmmm.
आशिक्का

2009-04-04T16:35:00.002+08:00

so the day started with breakfast at long john and prata at a really expensive coffeeshop in which this conversation between two people took place.
girl: ehh the baby there sooo cute. i want!
boy: erm, u cant do that alone and (bimbo voice starts) the only people who turn me on are shreya and trisha and the last time i checked, u were not one of them so take a hike.
girl: krr. ur not that fab either
boy: ehh i look like arya ok
girl: more like pariah cann. (bursts out laughing, super proud of the rhyming)
boy: well, it takes one to know the other...
my point here being, his bitch squad impersonations are getting funnier day by day.
and try not laughing when someone tries to describe his grandma's current condition and says this with a super straight face. "ஆத்தா (grandma) is senile, she has totally lost it" i cudnt!
आशिक्का

sugar spice and everything nice.

2009-04-03T23:46:00.003+08:00

everything nice? like thats gonna happen. krr. well, despite the awful amount of work i had to deal with this week, i think it was a relatively okay week.
i am done with the PA essay, handed it in today and mispelled my tutor's name! and the thing is there was another tutor whose name was close to my mispelling. they should ban similliar names, its un-scholarly. krr.

i watched ten mins of the making of the abacha song from KIKK, omg. a sequence worth 1 min they took it again and again and again.. long shot, then short one. so many shots..OMG. this is another reason to add to my list of 'why ashikah cannot become an actress'.
kavee thinks feminine of hero is heress. i dunno where this boy has come from. i swear he's an alien posing to be thai, acting all blur so that one fine day he can take over the world and make us all his subjects in ZAZA land. then again kavee teaches me many CHIKOPEK words that i never knew, he has increased my vocab of chiko words by 4 already.

i share some sentiments of the protagonist in shopoholic though i seriously don understand why the debt collector was villainized for simply doing his job. my new mantra when i shop, "do i need this?" NOT "its only $..."
i made up my mind, if i had $60 000, i would buy a car and would give the rest to my mom my priorities are screwed up but hey, at least i get to vrrrooooom. heh. but then again, i need to get the 60 000 first. don they have Don Forget the Lyrics on Vasantham???

i want a high life, but not at the expense of you. i don need a rags to riches story, tamil movies can satisfy my appetite for such fantasies. just a comfortable one will do. i need direction and discipline yet space at the same time. somehow you manage to be able to perfectly draw a line midway of the achievement of contradicting needs. you are not perfect, but i never aspired for perfection in the first place so why the issue of your inadequancies. i need security not luxury, not fun and games.hence, i need you.
आशिक्का

2009-03-30T19:09:00.003+08:00

henceforth i shall make a conscious effort to reduce the indianization process of my blog. i shall make it more inclusive. but only when i verbally abuse someone, i shall use my mother tongue. for seriously, the desired effect is produced when one scolds or is abused in tamil. heh heh.

i miss dance class and the whacky things we do for performances. this was taken in 2007, i was a rich chikopek man in this play who frequented courtesan dances. it was fun how teacher used to laugh at the way ended up behaving more female when i consciously made the effort to act like a man. my mom, on the other hand, thinks im mad and confused. krr. and anand, lets not even go there...

and shannen thinks i look like mojo jojo. HAHAHHAHAHA! i thought that was damn funny.

i saw pam at last after sooo long, i wore my miss bossy tee shirt today. and got wet with kavee in the rain and abused the sun. like really. krr.

आशिक्का

2009-03-28T15:18:00.006+08:00

two done, another two to go. i must finish at least half of the SEA one by tuesday so that i can get started on CPE and after that, the fun part comes.. the mugging. krrr. well, my camera takes super huge fotos, and i only managed to shrink three fotos. my mouse died so it is quite difficult to do it.. i shall upload the old man's bday fotos shortly. here is a preview though :)

and i officially miss pamela priya and will kick her real hard the next time i see her. krr.
i am intrigued by the tring tring song and the implicit reference to slum politics in it.
சந்தை பஜாறு மாமா கொஞ்சம் உஷாரு. அல்டாப் ராணி ஆகாச பாணி. உல்டாவா போனா பொல்லாத தேனி. இரவும் பகலும் எங்கேயும் கிடைக்கும் பர்மா பஜாறு..

and i know im super slow but i love the பேருந்தில் song. the lyrics sooo sweet:)

பயணத்தில் வருகின்ற சின்ன தூக்கம், பருவத்தில் வருகின்ற முதல் கூச்சம். புகைப்படம் எடுக்கும்போது திணறும் புன்னகை அன்பே அன்பே நீதானே. அடைமழை நேரத்தில் பருகும் தேநீர் அன்பே அன்பே நீதானே.

பேருந்தில் நீ எனக்கு ஜன்னல் ஓரம். பின் வாசல் முற்றத்திலே துளசி மாடம். விடுமுறை நாட்களில் பள்ளிக்கூடம், விளையாட்டு பிள்ளைகளின் செல்ல கோபம்.

आशिक्का

2009-03-26T22:33:00.002+08:00

unlike certain other tutorials in which the tutor is reduced to being a time keeper cum cheer leader, Singapore foreign policy tutorials are really fun and USEFUL. i always come out of class either intrigued by the smart manipulation of policies or really angry at our non interventionist stance. either way im actively involved in discussion and even if im shy to say anything out in class, i have ideas and impressions fizzing in my head. today's question was really thought provoking, whether singapore values its ties with its neighbours more than ties with superpowers. im still thinking abt this and this happened like almost 10-12hours ago. my point being, this tutorial is good.

i want many things from a single entity. not only do i want it to provide me with companionship and support, i also want to utilize that same entity as a mechanism, a medium to augment my strength to get back at the insecurities that have been generated from past failures and the present consequences of such failures. i expect too much from one singleyentity, i must stop i know. but i feel that this entity is by far the best weapon to get back at it all and make things right once again. sighhh. my insecurities. sighh. how perfect life would be if they were never present. but since life is NOT perfect and my insecurities are very much there to stay, i shall DEAL WITH IT. krrr.
that stupid girl my blood boils when i see her. she seems rich, has a hot car and a bod hot enough for men to turn and stay silent or even nudge their fren 'next door'. . if only i cud kill her~ KRRRRRRRRR
for now, this is my stand.
democracy is not a fallacy per se, it is an ideal for i believe that no country is truly democratic authoritarianism is not necessarily bad. i cant seem to be convinced that political freedom and economic growth is not a trade off and would love someone to try convincing me. i want to believe that i can have everything as much as you want to too, but being the skeptical person i am... sigh. i want to inflict pain, i am threatened easily yet my faith in international insitutitions has not diminished. i am a liberal, i think.

2009-03-21T07:14:00.003+08:00

so, we have seen 3 march equinoxes already (apparently, equinox to equinox is a better measure of a year, the reason: i don noe cuz when aslaksen was explaining i was stuffing my face with something. must've been oreo) and i think its long enough to admit that we should publicly display our affection through a piece of jewellery and hence we got rings made.

you've been nothing but understanding and patient even when i drive you up the wall.

you perfectly play dual roles of pushing me to achieve more yet allow me to lean on when the going gets really tough..

the laughter induced tummy aches, our times together, the places we've been to, the arm wrestles, the singing in the rain, the long bus rides, new york fish n chips, the whacky impersonations, the punctual movies, the cinnamon pretzel, deepavalis and 20th of Marchs:):)

thank you anand vijakumar, for reinstating my belief in happily ever afters:)

आशिक्का

2009-03-18T11:16:00.003+08:00

i am still sick, now i realllly sound hoarse. i think its sexy (remembering: im deciding between soci and philo heh.) but the people around me think otherwise. twice, people have handed me water and told me to stop talking but how can I? Ashikah stop talking is like the world not rotating on its 23.5 axis. heh. I DO NOT LOVE HEAVENLY MATH.
i went to make my passport yesterday and was really disappointed with the woman at the information counter. is it too much to ask for RELEVANT answers for my questions? then i took the 107 to meet anand near his place for brunch. there was a freaky old woman in the bus with her husband who kept screaming at an empty space near the old farecard machine saying "just because i can see you, doesn;t mean i will help you". it was a ghost i swear, in the bus! the women who were sitting in front of her, all three of them got up and sat behind me. i'm like, great so now im the line between spooky land and civility? right. when i told anand this he laughed and said it was a 'padicha peyi' (educated ghost) cuz she spoke to it in english. HAHA.
i had thosai and plop -OOPS- tau hway at the market near anand's place and it was nostalgic seeing people with weird pyjamas walking around to buy soya bean for home after marketing. its been quite a while ive been to a wet market after the emergence of NTUC soo near my place.
anand's place to school takes only 45 mins! i want to cohabit with anand during semester. when i told kavee this, he burst out laughing. SOOO BAD!

today's gender lecture for PA was so interesting. im still disturbed by the fact that Saudi Arabia one of the most Islamic countries in the world does not allow its female population to vote while the Quran does extend this right to women. then im thinking of quotas put in place in countries where there is great gender disparity? aren't quotas like protectionist policies that suppress the current effect of the problem instead of addressing the root cause of it? do quotas actually address the issue of the marginalization of women?
on my way home i was listening to anand's mp3 and i heard the song chummachumma after soo long. the lyrics are damn thick skin man. try this - என்னை பார்க்கும் நெஞ்சுக்குள்ளே மூன்றாம் உலக போர். im like... WAH LAU WEH.
आशिक्का

sunday

2009-03-16T09:55:00.003+08:00

well im sick to start with. MOMMMY IS BACKKK with many many stories :D:D akka's house is beautiful beyond words (circles burnt chilli around her house virtually to get rid of the bad eye) it was fun telling nana stories about the significance of salt and supernatural activity. hehe. i still suck at poker, probably cuz everyone noes i cannot bluff for nuts. khalil's birthday cake was really nice, some four seasons chocolate cake that was so moist and DELICIOUS. indira is a beautiful movie, yet again AR Rahman is GOD.
im awaiting friday. im soo excited to see the ringa ringas. i tried to tell ma about it while we were on the topic but was too shy to. i dunno why, im not doing anything wrong whaaat. IM OLD ENOUGH - i keep convincing myself but of no use, major bru coffee advertisement i tell you.
how im feeling right now:
sick and maybe a little down. as to whether im hurt or not i really dont know but what i know for sure is i have NO FREAKING IDEA how all this works and shall not pretend to behave as though i do .
RINGA RINGAAASSSSSSS.
आशिक्का

2009-03-14T19:42:00.003+08:00

yesterday we skipped heavenly math to watch a movie and this is how the peyi looked like. heh. i still think dhar is the best person to watch ghost movies with cuz she is as timid as i am, reciprocates when i hug her in fear and mutters instructions like "don't" or "oh no" under her breath just like i do:) the worst is still akka. i remember the time we watched shutter at her place and how she screamed when the ghost in the picture turned. it was not an "aaaah" it was "aaah-aaaaaaaah-aaaaaaaah".

long john is annoying. their breakfast ends at 11am, anand is there at 1105 and they say breakfast is over. krrrr. so we had super oily food for brunch. i swear the ice tea was spoilt, it had a sharp sour aftertaste, anand liked it and gave me his coke in exchange which i dint finish.

this was what he was wearing, i on the other hand was ethnically clad for i had to take ma's dance class after our meeting, and not to mention i already have a mature face and physique (i.e mother of 15) i wonder if the woman serving us while we made the ringa ringas wondered if i was some chikopek old maid with my young mis-ter.

my hair is gone (as usual) but the thing i cannot understand is the case of my missing eyes. ive always had big eyes (shuddup kavee) and the last two photos ive taken this week seem to testify otherwise. my passport size foto made me look like one of those slit-eyed people. i think im putting on tooo much weight on my cheeks. sighhhh. anyway i cant wait for next fri, i am sooo excited for the ringaringas. hehe.

and on a side note.

to you who took a step away from keeping your emotions a secret at the expense of your feelings, well done. that was indeed a "WALK" to remember. hahahahhaa. I LOVE MY WIT.

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2009-03-12T19:42:00.002+08:00

besides the fact that my presentation on tues was postponed cuz some INCONSIDERATE brats took 40 mins to present theirs, my week has been pretty ok. monday started off with the usual drill of camping out at the macs at kavee's place [though i strongly believe his house is nearer to the interchange macs than to the bedok res one] where i STARTED working on my presentation. tues was the day the presentation never happened, it would have been better if i did present, so that i cud've ended the "stay up till 2am but on time in school and very much alert thank you very much" stint with a banggg, but i cudnt. sigh. so i had panggang with pam, saiful n hanley at engin, got told off by the cleaner uncle for NOTHING and i went for PA in asia and was soooo intrigued by shamsul haque's intelligence. GODDD i wish i was as systematic as him, let alone smart. i mean, affirmative action in malaysia.. so much to say, so easy to get ur points all muddled up and tangled but he was SOOOOO on track. oh and dhar's fish died and i reacted inappropriately, note to self: people are sad when fishes die, im the only weirdo who sees it as an opportunity to buy another.
wed: just lectures, some அழகு ராணி ing with the girls, ladoo at tekka and the encounter with the vicious tutor.
thu: SFP tutorial was super fun, there was a girl who talked to herself in class and kept shrugging when we talked abt PRC scholars - two things :
a- she's one of them
b- she got dumped by one of them
my passport size foto i took today was UGGLLLYYY, my grandma and periamma said it was okay. i don believe them cuz they are nice people. wait till my censor boards come home. im sure there will be alot of cackling, awaiting their return. the boy has a witch for an OC, poor thing. {inserts kavee's description of group mates here} and he said she is spoiling his i quote, LOVE LIFE. hahahah sooo cute this boy. i havent seen him for two weeks already. i miss him alot :(

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i have to stop

2009-03-11T18:01:00.002+08:00

i have to stop taking out my ez link card and realizing that i need a MATRIC CARD to enter the library two steps before i reach the barrier thing and hog up the place.
i have to stop drugging myself with kopi before lessons, i can still pay attention in class without it - it is a placebo effect.
i have to stop telling myself that i will start my paper tmrw
i have to stop dozing off on my readings
i have to stop pressing the snooze function on my phone
i have to stop staring at my arse and complaining i look like a mother of fifteen - i need to run.
i have to stop procastinating and fotocopy that 7 chapters from that book i need for lecture next week
i have to stop getting worked up when people do not contribute to group discussions
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i just saw kurseth's blog n was inspired to do the same.

2009-03-07T13:44:00.004+08:00

1) Vaseegara from Minnale
- the first song i ever sang in public with a friend for a singing competition in Umar Pulavar when i was in sec 1 and i got first prize. alot of people came up to me and said i sang really well but i dint noe how to react and actually said "oh isit?" first instead of thanks- several of them concluded i was a sarcastic person. oh well i don blame them.
2) En Mel Vizhuntha Mazhai Thuliye
- the rain has huge significance in our relationship. so this was the only mazhai song that was DECENT so we made this theme song. and i think the lyrics make sense. unlike.. நீ வரும்போது நான் மறைவேனா krrr. stupid. anyway yes back to this song, this song from may madham is old but still very sweet. its a classic i tell you. i love the way the stanza ends with - உனக்குள் தானே நான் இருந்தேன். :)

3) Ennai Konjam Maatri
- haha. this song was overused by me and shirin in many JC competitions i tell you. and guess who sat at the back of my class APPEARING to be uninterested during our practice sessions. huh huh huh???
கூட்டத்தில் என்னை தான், உன் கண்கள் தேடனும், என்றெல்லாம் என்னும் பைத்தியம் ஆனேனே!
4) Ondra Renda Asaigal
- another song super overused. won first prize for this when me and priya sang it for a competition in sec 4. we were called to sing for sec 4 farewells as well. and i also sang this for SAJC finals which we didnt win but i had soo much fun..i panicked on stage cuz i cudnt take the mic off the stand and said "fuck shirin i cant take it off" into the mic!!! hhahaha! then after we were done standing applause cann! (from srjc people la, then kumaran and the guys shouted 'gerek' when i started singing :) i remembered singing this line and looking straight at anand when i was on stage.
தூரத்தில் நீ வந்தாலே என் மனசில் மழை அடிக்கும் :):)
5) Sundari Neeyum Sundara Nyaanum
- this song i danced for akka's wedding and irfan nana's dad was soo happy and he spoke to me saying i danced well. i was soo tensed cuz i dint wanna laughed out loud cuz i seriously think the song was damn funny. the drumbeats. haha.
6) Uyire Uyire
- the first song we sang to eachother on conference with the rest cuz kumaran is a funny "mama" and made me sing to anand and anand sing to me EVEN BEFORE we knew we liked eachother. and he sang this line super well, முதலா, முடிவா அதை உன் கையில் கொடுத்துவிட்டேன் :):):)
7) Enavaley adi Enavaley
- he typed out the lyrics of the first line of this song to me on the 18th of March 2006 as a good morning message. first CLEAR sign he showed of liking me. then later one of the girls told me he actually wanted to send
காத்திருந்தால் எதிர்பார்த்திருந்தால் ஒரு நிமிஷமும் வருஷமடி. but he was too scared and shy to. hehehe.
8) Paartha Mudhal Naaley
- my ringtone during the first few weeks of us being together. he always squeaked when this part came n would be pissed off cuz he would say that this line was the most beautiful line that described me and cudnt sing it well. he would practice and practice. i thought it was damn adorable.
கண் கொட்ட முடியாமல், முடியாமல் பார்த்தும் சலிக்காத ஒரு பெண்ணும் நீதான்
9) Ennai Panthada
- this song makes me feel like a jumpy teenage girl in love for the first time. and i think the lyrics are really sweet. maybe the picturization is not that fantastic but the lyrics are BEAUTTIFFFUUULLL!
மூக்கு மீது,மூக்கு வைத்து, நெற்றி முட்டிவிட வாடா.
என்னை பந்தாட பிறந்தவனே, இதயம் ரெண்டாக பிளந்தவனே.
ஓசை இல்லாமல் நுழைந்தவனே, உயிரை கண் கொண்டு கலைதவானே.
உன்னை கண்ட பின் இந்த மண்ணை நேசித்தேன், காலம் யாவும் காதல் கொள்ள வாராயோ. அன்பே..
10) Nenjaangutil -
- i loved the song soo much then cuz i thought it was soo romantic and everytime i heard it on the radio i would put it very very loud. the first time i wrote something suggesting i liked him in my old blog, i actually wrote down lyrics of this song. and i think my big mouth friends went to go tell him about it. to make it worse, the next day i actually wanted to send a message to my friends telling them that i thought anand was handsome when he was doing pull ups for PE and i accidentally sent it to him!!!! i was soo shy to face him in school so i acted tau in front of him cuz i was seeriously very shy.
சின்ன சின்ன குறும்பும் சீனி சிரிப்பும் என்னை சீரளிக்கிதே. :)

a realllly quick update

2009-03-07T13:26:00.004+08:00

my darling mother is on an all-expense (except shopping and food) paid trip to vegas with my nana and what do i get... A WEEK'S STAY AT PERIAMMA'S! actually its not that bad la, im happy my periamma (that literally means big mother in tamil, which is supposed to refer to mom's older sister btw) is nice. i mean can u imagine if she was like the step mothers in those weird fairy tales and made my sister and i do all the chores while akka slept. heh. her house has a veranda and i can pretend im some empress and wave at my humble subjects, then she has a swing and i can pretend im some heroine doing my readings with my legs outstretched~ glamourous i tell you. and most importantly, the powerpuff girls can unite! yaaaay! (for those of u not used to our feudalness, powerpuff girls = me, akka and aamy.) point is, periamma is nice and i enjoy staying in her house:)
i think my grandma is fun to be with, if time spent with her comes in small doses. last night after a very long time someone waited up for me till i got home. my mother's motherly instincts.. well i cant remember when was the last time we had a mother-daughter moment without cracking up:) so back to sechima (thats grandma in our exclusive tulukkan tongue) this morning we gossiped and she says paris with an "f". ffaaaris. so cute.
last night me and kur sat together, romanticromantic for heavenly maths cuz one boy was too shy to come in front and sit with us cuz he was late and the other was nowhere in sight. and i shall declare kurseth "funnest person to hehe and shy with" and i think she is super funny. i shall not tell the world abt ur gregorian calender stint my dear. not cuz i care of ur image particularly cuz ur of marriageable age, but cuz i lazy ah.

and anand: RINGA RINGA RINGA, RINGA RINGA RINGA RINGA RING. next weeeeek! :)

attempts to recreate.

2009-03-04T23:39:00.003+08:00

All my requests I have brought, written over my face
Whatever I ask of you, you perceive it all yourself (oh lord, my lord)
Fissures, all over my forehead
Repair my fortunes oh my Lord...Oh Lord
At your door I bow, I perish, I flourish.
Whoever came to your door, which ever head (tht) came
Drunk in a trance, dancing He appeared to everyone.
Whoever came with thirst, rivers brimmed over
In the showers of light, drenched.

A fragrance used to come,
And I used to roam, lost,
It was a silken illusion, And I used to gape, aghast
When I came to your street, I saw the truth...
The fragrance lay within me, you introduced it to me...
With a blink of an eye, what all did I not receive?

I surely know how to crack and shatter...
Else I know to wise up into your veneration...
Let me stay in prayer, now I won't go anywhere
If you abandon me now, I won't be able to recover...
आशिक्का
http://www.viveksharmaiitd.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-in-translation-arziyan-maula-song.html

abstract reflections of an exhausted mind.

2009-03-04T22:50:00.004+08:00

i have made a pact with myself not to be fussy. everytime i have the 'urge' to be miss umpity, i will play the maula mere maula song and remember God and take a minute to count my blessings.
bedok north signals economic marginalization in my head, i don noe why. maybe cuz the estate needs serious upgrading. oh well, i better divorce that picture from my brain cuz very soon that area will mean something to me. my new mantra: this is temporary, i can still make it right.
kill the mosquito that bit you not reason out that it needs ur blood to procreate. to choose an outlook on dealing with hurt, i will pick getting even.well its been two weeks and i think maybe i have reached that stage when i feel that your presence or rather the lack of it doesnt really matter anymore or maybe ive been too busy to take in all this.. anyway its about time for payback.

i think life now is tiring, its like there is a correlation between problems to deal with and age. then, passing PSLE maths seemed like mission impossible - though i seriously think preparing for PSLE maths was the biggest torture i have had to go through second ONLY to my A levels - not preparation but the papers themselves. i strongly believe this correlation has something to do with the preoccupation with image. i seriously think IMAGE POLITICS is very real in every aspect of life. its important in friendships, in the circulation of gossip in both current and ex relaitonships and my list goes on and on and on. while its fun to play pretend, it gets really sticky and tiring. so im like thinking~ why cant we all come out clean cuz afterall its a known fact that
EVERYONE has skeletons in their closets. but then if the world was this straightforward, it would be monotonous, boring and colourless. so the best director award for-EVER goes to God for such wonderful screenplay and direction and for bringing out the actors in all of us in this stage known commonly as the world.
आशिक्का

2009-03-03T07:35:00.002+08:00

sometimes lyricists really misrepresent women. i was listening to a song i thot was really nice from quite an old movie and in the middle of the song, there was a line in which the guy sang (to the girl):
உன்னை போல பொட்டைபிள்ளை பெத்துக்குடு ரோசாவே.
which translates into- give birth to a baby girl just like you. and im like OKKKAAY. so i msg pam asking, am i supposed to be touched when a guy comes up to me and says something like that?

im in love with the delhi 6 songs, especially rehna tu and arziyan. they are wonderful and i was just telling kur yesterday that AR Rahman has come a long way from his "மலை ஏறு கோபாலா" days man. arziyan made me wish i continued urdu classes becuz it sounded sooo beautiful even though i only understood like 5 words. Maula, baarish, noor, jannath and there was one more. (now that line from aathichudi is playing in my head - maalu, maalu maalu muje hindi neiyi maalu. dappanguthu is classic la)
so ive decided. this holiday i will read up on sufism and i want to find out whether it really was a sect of Islam or whether it was grouped together under Islam for the ease of administration cuz i once read that Hinduism is a colonial construct which kinda explains the diverse practices that are associated with the religion.
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my ultimate roller coaster ride.

2009-02-28T11:50:00.006+08:00

i have never understood the concept of how constant giving makes one feel nourished. but you have made me realize that love is probably the only thing you can give and still keep. its almost three years now and when i count my blessings, i count you twice. you've been nothing but understanding and accomodating and seriously you're the only reason why i believe in happily ever afters. happy so-what-if-its-not-our-anniversary-i-can-still-appreciate-you day! heh.

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jb day =)

2009-02-27T12:46:00.007+08:00

as the title suggests, this post will describe thursday's outing to JB. despite the fact that two of our friends had smelly project meetings, we still carried on and went to the neighbouring country for retail therapy and to indulge in good good food.

on our way there kavee was mad, he suggested getting down and going to ikea instead and received 3 really keyvalamaana looks. then at the singapore checkpoint, nationalism seperated our friendship. we had to go our seperate ways cuz one had a passport with a sexy eagle on it (let people think ur american da. i wont say what colour it was) and the other three were had passports that were blood red. [yes now, don we all noe why i was declared a drama queen]

the minute we got there, we bought a box of 24 mini doughnuts, there was no time to take fotos cuz we were all making hissing sounds cuz we cudnt stand holding the box without eating them. so we STOOD at the side of the path and gobbled up everything. the best doughnut award goes to OREO followed by the mocha and then the mint one! :)

so yes we ate at marry brown becuz there were swings instead of seats. i swear even if the food was bad i wudnt be half as sad as if they told me there were no swings. but surprisingly the food was quite good, kavi's chicken soup was really nice and kurseth's burger was 9430949302 times nicer than a zinger. i kept singing மல்லிகையே மல்லிகையே on the swing and i swear if looks cud kill, i would have been dead long ago.

then we went shopping, I WAS SOOO HAPPY cuz

a) i fit into a medium size dress and kur said i looked nice

b) kur's dress was really pretty, i thought she looked like a pretty fairy (minus the jeans la)

c) kavee's white shirt.. [krrr. do i have to?] looked nice. THERE I SAID IT.

d) even before i showed kavi my dress he said "im sure its nice i trust your taste" :)

then we had really good cake.

then the vcd shop dint have the vcd i wanted, i was sad and bought bubble tea.

recess week thus far

2009-02-25T00:01:00.004+08:00

well the whole of yesterday went to trying to decipher what heavenly math was all about and panicking at the sight of the past year papers and preparing for shivaratri last night. im still very touched kur came and helped me with the make up and endured my panicking throughout the concert. thank you my dearrrrr! that is a very blur picture of me and my sister, but still i think it satisfies my purpose. dont u think we are the world's most mismatched sisters ever? oh and just to make myself clear I AM TALLER, i bent down so she cud have the satisfaction of putting her arm around my shoulders which she could otherwise not reach. im so nice right? :D

the kids made me smile yesterday, especially aishu. she said her wish for next shivaratri is to watch me dance. exact words: thank you for helping me with the make up akka, my wish for next shivaratri is for you to dance also. :)aww.. so to make these kids smile, i will dance for the next show.

then today kavee n i went to school to study. i dint really get much work done but i printed notes so i shall convince myself that that is good. i started my PA paper and must try to finish it soon so that i can have the rest of the semester to do the stupid CPE paper. i hate CPE and i wish i dint have 12 modules to complete in three sems, if not i would have seriously dropped it. sigh. oh yes, i watched slumdog millionaire with the family today at tampines. well, it was a good movie. i felt that the life of a slum dweller was well captured in the movie. however, the fact when both brothers suddenly started talking in decent english even before they became guides at the taj was a little disturbing considering the fact that they were conversing in hindi throughout earlier on. the soundtrack was powerful, ARR is GODDD! the only thing i have to say about the movie is, well not say but ask is...

HOW WAS RANG DE BASANTI INFERIOR TO SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE?

आशिक्का

2009-02-22T21:18:00.004+08:00

movies like this make me really wish i understood telugu. the songs in konjam ishtam konjam kashtam are really nice and i wish i wish i really understood them. and so, the song abacha is stuck in my head now. and did you know that kannada cinema was called mysowood?

soap. episode 2

2009-02-22T19:46:00.002+08:00

to the one who made me understand that the fall from cloud 9 is more painful.

if you saw me today and how i rolled my eyes at the kid today, i m pretty sure you would have brought me aside and explained to me that it was wrong to get angry with children. you were able to make even the most naughty child listen to you through your captivating stories and your unique way of bargaining. i still remember the aeroplane stories you told us to get our mind of the bittergourd that had been mashed into the rice and how we'd all open our mouths in awe and unknowingly chew that green, bitter mish-mash. how i miss the old you..
everytime i did something wrong or disappointed someone, i would beg them not to tell you anything because i wanted to be perfect in your eyes. although i knew for sure that you'd not hurt me, i just didn't want you to know i was imperfect. i masked my imperfections [pretty well especially in front of your eyes. unsure why i did so even, for now i know we were both playing the same game. that same game called pretend. how i miss the old you...

but, the person i see before my eyes today is sooo different, i fail to recognize you. you keep waving at me and yelling out my name. i refuse to turn, i refuse to acknowledge you.
you are not the old you.
old you was apparently a facade. what do i do now?
to keep believing in that pretty lie you conjured up that gave me the convenience of dodging reality n living in my bubble. or the vicious truth that shattered it all?

आशिक्का

this sem is moving too quickly

2009-02-19T14:38:00.003+08:00

i still cannot believe it is already week 6 n next week is already recess week. why does time pass sooo quickly when school starts and crawl from one day to another when on holiday? sigh.. i reminded myself that recess week is meant to catch up and not slack so i must not make too many plans. i've already booked a study session with kur, a consultation with saiful with our prof cuz we have NO IDEA what to do for the paper. then we're supposed to have a beach outing, a dancing session would be good if veens is still in town, then im going to play with sarah's cats, hopefully they still remember me cuz the last time i went over was when i was doing my GEK essay! OMG TWO SEMS BACK CANNN! and i want to watch:
- He's just not that into you :)
- Slumdog Millionaire (just to know what the fuss is about, it better be good. ok fine let me confess, im pissed off the trailer mentioned that it got the academy award for best motion pic and best director but dint say anything about AR Rahman)
- Konjam Ishtam Konjam Kashtam (telugu but who cares SIDDHARTH ACTING)
- Naan Kadavul (but i scared)
- Delhi 6 (something tells me it'll be like pardes, hopefully. oh and AR RAHMAN music also btw. more of an incentive to watch the moviee!)
and maybe get a thiruttu vcd for siva manasule shakthi~ i like jeeva i donno why also. heh heh. and ayan.

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mothers can be the biggest realists in the world!

2009-02-18T13:18:00.002+08:00

have you ever seen mothers bargaining with their children and the terms of the bargain? i thot it was just mine but i came to realize, very recently, that realism is indeed a uniting factor amongst mothers even of different cultural backgrounds. so, i was at ntuc that day trying to find something nice to eat cuz i was having such a baaaaad day right, then i was at the sweets section and saw this mom and her 5-6year old daughter bargaining.
girl: maamee-ah (translated: mummy, ah) i want this (thrusts tic tac mint at her mom's face)
mom: no girl, the mint one very spicy (okaaay at this point of time im thinking curry is spicy, mint is MINTYYY!) take the orange one
girl: but i want this one (starts to emit an irritating sound - i think it was a whine)
mom: if u want sweet u take this one, if not no sweet. go home.
girl sulks and takes sweet and walks away.
what ever happened to mediate and negotiate so that midway is better than YOUR WAY or MY WAY?
आशिक्का

cuz i rather live hurting than live a lie

2009-02-16T14:04:00.003+08:00

when i walk into the doors of the place i have toiled so hard to enter, my heart fills up with nothing but pride. i gleam at the reality of my dream come true. you, are the only reason why i still have faith in hard work, God and persistence. you are - the first solid dream that actually came true.
when i walk into the doors of this place i have toiled so hard to enter, i leave behind everything and assume a new identity. one which is confident-often accused of arrogance instead, mighty, focused and secure. the promises of upward mobility entice me, but honestly, all i want is to make things right again. this desire then pushes me away frm the distractions that other 'normal' kids indulge in.
actually i like this place. my baggage is left behind, people seem to accept me for what i portray and do not pester me to show my real self. i like hiding my real self away frm the scrutiny of mankind cuz by doing so, my insecurities are not brought to light. i like it this way~ really.

then i remembered you.
you bring me back to my roots, my moral compass. actually i think ur the only reason why i believe in miracles. you are my everything. you will set it all right, i know so. sometimes you seem too beautiful to be real. sometimes i catch myself waiting for someone to pinch me and tell me this is all a dream. if it is, please wake me up. cuz i rather live hurting than live a lie.

{the closest i can ever get to directing a soap opera HAHAHHA}
आशिक्का

valentines.

2009-02-14T22:27:00.003+08:00

i woke up this morning rolling my eyes cuz they were saying and playing really sappy things on radio. i made breakfast for mom in silence cuz my hair kept standing when i heard all those weirdo requests on the tamil radio. publicly displayed romance, that too in tamil just irks me.. i dunno why.

i got a really nice message from a fren who claims that he didnt mean it. so i shall put his message here but not his name.

They care for you, but they are not from your family.
They are ready to share your pain but they are not your blood relation
They are... YOUR FRIENDS
A true friend

scolds like a dad

cares like a mom

teases like a sister

irritates like a brother

and finally loves you more than a lover.

i dunno if you find it nice, but it did make me smile. thank you PERSON.

i went for dinner with my date (inserts giggle) at fish n co cuz we were craving it since the KL trip. the novena fish n co, i must admit is really no big deal but i still had fun dubbing for other people. there was this couple next to us, old la about mid forties couple who were SILENT throughout their v day dinner and the woman kept staring at anand's shoes! abittheweird.

the garden salad is DISGUSTING. i dunno what i was thinking, do not be fooled by the picture. it had IKAN BILIS in it. salad and ikan bilis, now how does that work? but the fish n chips was GOOOD.

thank you for such a fantastic day, i had soo much fun just sitting down with you, pushing back and forth the 'responsiblity' of asking extra sauce, speculating about the two girls that went to the handicap toilet, threatening to punch ur stomach and shielding mine frm ur punch cuz we were both super bloated, dodging the girls who sold flowers at city hall and of cuz the PRESENNNTT!

आशिक्का

i promise.

2009-02-11T22:45:00.002+08:00

i have been nothing but ungrateful.
it must really hurt You that i keep asking and asking instead of giving thanks.
i still hear it once in a while. the cackling laughter, the cynical tone in which i was asked to review my options and consider certain, in my opinion, inferior alternatives. and whenever that 'once in a while' occurs i stop to stock take on whatever i have accomplished. i have been nothing but ungrateful, i keep harping what i do not have instead of thanking You for what i do.
i am slowly falling into that rat race. that same one i convinced myself as a child against. i kept telling myself processes not products mattered and that i should stop to smell the flowers instead of panicking about what-next every second of my life.
i no longer live in the present. im always preoccupied with the remnants of my 'glorious past' or threatened by the instability and uncertainty the future may bring about. i was never like this, YOU know.
but everytime i lamented You continued to give despite the fact that You knew i would still whine about not having something else. im sorry ive been so evil.

i dont need an annual income of 40 000 (and the worries of dodging tax) by the time i hit thirty,-five, i don need RI RG going children (who'd probably be too smart to control), i don need a luxurious condo in tanjong rhu (which is soo far from convenience stores that i have to stock the fridge up and risk it becoming smelly with the myraid of smells), i don need a volks (which i have to worry about everytime i park it at a public carpark).

life is blissful with oreos. dip, nibble, dunk, bite, swallow,aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

2009-02-09T13:33:00.003+08:00

an exclusive!
watch kavee trivivit type furiously with just two fingers. so if ur on msn and the boy doesnt talk to you, don be hurt and just reflect.. on how much work those two fingers have to do to sustain a conversation with you. this boy is challenged, he starts with placing all his fingers on the keys and then just his index fingers click away. sighh. my idea, kavi filmed it:) (insert evil laugh)
आशिक्का

:)

2009-02-06T23:36:00.003+08:00

எனைத்தான் அன்பே மறந்தாயோ?
மறப்பேன் என்றே நினைத்தாயோ?

உன்னை கண்ட பின் இந்த மண்ணை நேசித்தேன்.
காலம் யாவும் காதல் கொள்ள வாராயோ?

கூட்டத்தில் என்னைத்தான் உன் கண்கள் தேடனும்
என்றெல்லாம் என்னும் பைத்தியம் ஆனேனே.

உலகத்தின் கடைசி நாள், இன்றுதானோ என்பது போல்.
பேசி பேசி தீர்த்தபின்னும் எதோ ஒன்று குறையுதே.

உலகமே, உன்னால் இன்று புதியதாய் உணர்கிறேன்.

பகல் நேரம் கானாக்கள் கண்டேன் உறங்காமலே.
உடல் இரண்டும் உறைய கண்டேன், நெருங்காமலே
உன்னை இன்றி என்னகு எது? எதிர்காலமே

ஓர் நாள் உன்னை நானும் பார்க்காவிட்டால், என் வாழ்வில் அந்த நாளே இல்லை.
ஓர் நாள் உன்னை நானும் பார்த்துவிட்டால், அந்நாளின் நீலம்போரவில்லை.

என் மேல் விழுந்த மழைத்துளியே, இத்தனை நாளாய் எங்கிருந்தாய்?
இன்று எழுதிய என் கவியே, இத்தனை நாளாய் எங்கிருந்தாய்?

நதி நீர் நீயானால் கடல் நானே. சிறு பறவை நீ ஆனால் உன் வானம் நானே.

நில் என்று நீ சொன்னால், என் காலும் நகரதே.

கண்விழித்து சொப்பனம் கண்டேன், உன்னாலே

आशिक्का

2009-02-06T23:08:00.002+08:00

THE OIHOIOIHOI song was playing on the radio this morning, i even called oli to ask what movie it was from but they never pick up. i somehow deciphered the first few words of the first line of the song and wrote it on my cousin dzafira's wall. HOPEFULLY she lives up to her name of hindi song encyclopedia and FINDS ITTT! then if she does, after telling her30923094 thank yous i will send it to KAVEE so that we can both do it in unison. OIHOIOIHOIHOI..OIHOIOIHOIHOI. :)
yet again, surya cheated on me. so i had tea with sam, usha and kavee at macs. while walking to the macs and shielding myself from the raindrops and the gundu one that fell in my eye (i dunno how that works when i was wearing my glasses. same confusion i had about a mosquito bite on my waist- i dont even expose that part of my body, how did that CHIKOPEK mosquito get there? hmmm..) i realized that i missed getting wet in the rain. concerns of drowning and killing my mp3 player and my already cuckoo fone really de-motivate (if that is a word even) me from you know, playing in the rain. the last time i got really wet was i think at sentosa where all our belongings were in the tent and i was running about in the beach "trying" to be shreya in mazhai - afterwhich the peacock chased me because it wanted my apple chips and i refused to give it to the peacock cuz it was 3 bucks a packet and guarded it with all my life. the peacock was evil i tell you, it had red eyes! so yes, i want my heroine moment the next time it rains, i will get wet.:)

the fork and spoon at toa payoh has delicious chicken rice. even the rice itself is sooo fabulous you can eat it on its own and the chilli is really garlic-y and nice. kavee n i had dinner there, drank syrup thanni which was soo sweet i was laughing after that, saw an indian couple jajanging at the staircase but dint take the stairs down though i really wanted to see 'action' and took 59 back home. we sat on the seats which were facing the rest of the passengers, the 'backwards seat' and we played pretend. we pretended we were the monarchs and the rest of the passengers were our subjects. kavee was the king and i the princess. our LAME convo.
kav: ee! im a bit too good looking to have a daughter like you ah. my genes cannot be this bad
ash: uh.. i don think ur good looking and i have a bit too much intelligence to be your daughter
kav: oh wait, my royal physician said im infertile.
ash: oh god! then ur an infertile infantile king (smiles broadly at her rhyming words)
kav: uhh.. you know what. if ur my princess-daughter, my queen slept around so ur not mine deal with it.
HAHAH. then my head was spinning from going backwards, we switched seats and in the process of taking my arm out of my bag i punched the shoulder of the guy in front of me. the classic thing was, he was sleeping. he was startled, dint even turn back to reprimand me and just sat up. poor man. i am such a threat to national security:(

2009-02-05T18:34:00.002+08:00

today i wore a salwaar to school and stupidly forgot to use safety pins to fasten my shawl to my shoulders. oh well. but i had trying to be submissive but kavee told me to stop cuz my submissiveness made him laugh. we went to holland v for coffee cuz we felt like being rich. we just lounged and talked about i donno what (now that i think of it) and threw paper balls at eachother conveniently forgetting that we were both SOOO behind time for school work and that we have papers to submit two weeks from now.

today in tutorial we were talking about nationalism. i always wondered what incentive people had to fight against their colonizers/invaders when they were clearly going to be punished severely or executed even. i have to admit, my initial socialization with patriotism was confused so im not THAT PATRIOTIC a person. my father taught me how to sing the indian national anthem even before i cud spell singapore. i vaguely remember once we were at a theatre and after the credits were shown the indian anthem was played and my dad stood there mouthing the lines. then my dad was chairman for the RC when i was in primary school and i went for countless amounts of national day previews, wore red, sang singapore songs with gusto and ransacked the national day goodie bag with my sister. i still feel a lump in my throat when i hear the indian national anthem, that same lump i felt at the national stadium when i said the pledge with sooo many other people. is it normal to feel this way about two nations? allegiance isnt a zero sum game right?
but seriously, the first time this question struck me was when i watched lagaan i think. why did people want to lose it all for a homeland? actually there was no homeland in the case of india in the first place cuz INDIA itself is a colonial construct. before colonialism administration was very decentralized, there were many kings who led various provinces and there was no sense of an imagined 'hindustani' community when the people of india are so different? yet they all worked together. the indian experience is magical. i had this weird feeling when i watched this video, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gm04lIk-djU the last minute of it. (its not merely costume changes like prabu deva in that love birds song, these are the different costumes of the linguistic groups in india btw) im not quite sure what it was actually, i think it was pride :)
so..AS i was saying..what if its the brits or the japanese ruling you, even if it was cruel at least ur alive right? why risk execution for this 'homeland'? i mean now it seems so irrational but then nationalism seemed so right and the concept of INDIA seemed so natural and cause-worthy. like that line from rang de basanti that siddharth said "azaadi mera dulhan hai" (freedom is my bride), what went on in their minds for them to risk it all for freedom? would i risk my life for my country? hmm..
OHHH i think they are showing rang de basanti this week, please watch it! if ur unable to catch it get the dvd from me. i think it is one of the most FANTASTIC movies i have watched. lagaan and rang de basanti are CLASSIC i tell you. and the cast is super good ok: aamir khan, siddharth, madhavan, kunal kapoor, soha ali khan:):)

आशिक्का

2009-02-04T14:33:00.003+08:00

so now i have two friends, whose phones do not have the conventional ring-ring tone that im used to when i call them and have hostile-sounding english songs barking at me instead. technology.
week 4, tutorials started and really the comparative pol economy module im taking is no joke. tutorial sessions are like the land where time stands still and it is really THE MOST painful module i have ever taken. i mean diaspora was painful in a sense that it was difficult to conceptualize my readings and 'fit' it into the neat compartments of my rather rigid brain.. but this. everything is really everywhere. every semester everyone has one "i have no idea why in the world i took this module" and cpe is mine for this sem. i know sem just started and that i shud give it a chance but really... this is scaaarrryyyy.
i have concluded- with male friends like saiful and kavee, who needs enemies? there is a really pretty white girl in my class, she looks scandinavian actually, who looks like a barbie doll!! i told saiful in class she was really pretty, he looked at her, nodded in agreement and called me a lesbian. pfft. then, to add salt to it all, kavee came along and saiful narrated the story to him and he too started elaborating FICTIOUS stories about my apparent inclination towards the same gender. they are mad really.

आशिक्का

the weekend

2009-02-02T09:57:00.002+08:00

i went to bugis street in search of fun tee shirts but they were either too big or tooo tiny.
note to self: i do not belong in asia remembering the blouse Dee bought me frm australia which was an "S". i had to ask her thrice whether she bought it at a warehouse where clothes with screwed up tags are sold for cheaper prices and she swore she didnt. i love Dee, she made me feel tiny:)
anyway, i wanted to buy this tee shirt with stalin's face and the words SOVIET UNION on top but it was too big and anand gave me this "riggghhhtttt" look so i decided against it. i saw this tee shirt that was so kavee! it said: Dear God,
If you cant make me pretty, please make my friends ugly.
last night when my fone died on me and i used my sister's i realized how much i missed my nokia fone! it was so nice to see : and ) translated into a real SMILEY!! ahh, the simple pleasures of life that most of us take for granted. i have never seen a real SMILEY in a long time! its always :) or ;) never the real wink.. my nokia phone.. eh it was the pretty music fone okayy. it disintegrated in my hands. that was a dark day in history. apparently the motherboard was bent! மிகவும் வருத்தம்! when i told saiful it lasted only 7 months, he gave me this "what are you, godzilla?" look. i deserved it 100%. sighhh.

this super jumpy chorus is stuck in my head now:
அத்தை, நா மேனகைக்கு அத்தை. வா கத்து தாரேன் வித்தை. அந்த வித்தைகேல்லாம் பாஸ் நான்தானே! தீம்தனக்கதில்லானா ~

suriya cheated (on) me.

2009-01-29T23:01:00.006+08:00

by suriya i meant the sun by the way, not the actor la. controversy-க்கு ஏன் இப்படி அலை-raaning ah?
well, saiful kavee n i together with dhar and pam went to the beach to go take the shadow of the stupid sun for our science GEM project and we cudnt see the bloody sun cuz it was soo cloudy and the gundugundu clouds kept hiding the sun! sooo irritating. we ended up renting bicycles and cycling to eat ikan bakar and shiokk maggi goreng at the food centre and came back.
i am quite behind time for ps2241 and ps3261, 3261 is classic. i only did week one's reading dunno where i put week two's and have yet to print week three's. and the best thing is semester just started and i STILL cannot keep to my word. i made a resolution to be on track!! sighh. i was listening to desi girl frm dostana on the way back. i love the lady's voice and the lyrics especially of the female part:
Jahan Jahan Bhi Jau Main
Saari Naazrein Toh Peche Peche Aiye
Ruku Zaraa Me Jo Yahan
Thaandi Thaandi Saari Saase Thaam Jaye
Sabki Nigahon Ne He Kaha
Ke Khwaabon Me He Dekhi Meri Jaisi Girl Meri Jaisi Girl Dekhi Lakh Lakh Pardesi Girl
Ain’t Nobodi Like A Desi Girl!

oh and i caught kavee's "periya nonne" look on camera by the way:) this is how constipated he looks in real life so please do not be fooled by his "nice" pictures he puts up. kavee is nothing but a propagandist.

आशिक्का

the black AMEX card.

2009-01-28T23:35:00.003+08:00

today i was being my materialistic self and talking abt the black amex card to kavee in the train back home. the fact that its soooo out of my reach makes it even more desirable. haahaha.
do you know, that in the 1980s, people actually thought this card was an urban legend? people did not believe it existed until reports in wallstreet confirmed its existence. and the best thing is, not any kuching kurap can own it ahh. you have to be INVITED to apply for it, the annual fee itself is $2500 making it THE MOST expensive card in the world. sighh. its such a pretty card but WAAYYY beyond my means. oh well.

so for now, i think my ten year plan will include qualifying for the ownership of a DBS AMEX card so i have to work myself to an annual income of $48000. sighh. its very pretty laaaaaaaaaa.

2009-01-28T22:51:00.004+08:00

AR Rahman songs awaken the philosophe in me. if ur depressed and looking for something lighthearted, i suggest u skip this one =)

there is this poster at my aunt's place that says "People are like teabags, they show their greatest potential when they are in hot water." i strongly believe so. its interesting to see how people react in crises cuz thats when you put to test how much you actually know about a person. today i learnt that one can find ethical and morally upright behaviour even in the most 'seemingly' unexpected places. i am in awe. really. bcuz if i had to make that decision, there is a high possibility that even I MYSELF might falter. hats off to you. reallllyyy.

i think there is a positive correlation between age and secrets. why? is it the fear of stereotype and the fact that now i am more responsible for my actions than i was initially? i was thinking while i was walking home today, would i keep a journal again? it was fun then to put your thoughts in words, write them down and look at them a few days later. but is this worth the threat of exposure?

adry n i have come to the conclusion that most men cannot remain in monogamous relationships. so which is worse - a man committed to his wife, who sloths about at home and does nothing to contribute to the household and ensure a decent living condition for his family or a man who does cheat on his wife but provides for his family and upholds his responsibility? when it comes to love what matters most? in this today's world where westernization has been wrongly equated to modernization and Asian concepts of lifelong love and commitment have been pushed into the background, is just being aware that one's loyalties lie with you despite their ultra confusing ways sufficient or is total commitment and confidence the only acceptable combination in a relationship?

the exposure to various exogenous shocks has made me come to the conclusion that the only thing constant in life is change. things change, people come and go and uncertainty is there to stay regardless of whether we like it or not. but im glad God has created this oasis of security and stability for me amidst a turbulent world.

Mujhe chodke na jana waade hazar karke~ make a thousand promises that you will not leave.

आशिक्का

2009-01-27T20:52:00.005+08:00

this is wisdom (tooth)-less kavee. i put this foto up cuz he keeps accusing me of putting unglam fotos of him , so to clear the accusations- i put it up. [yes kavee, i admit u look nice here k?] i was actually very happy for him when he called and told me the dentist stitched his mouth. unfortunately the boy can STILL talk the dentist just stitched the part his wisdom tooth was at. i think he talks too much for a boy who just underwent a wisdom tooth surgery. and the way his mom dismissed blood on his pillow as remains of the strawberries he ate the previous night was damn funny. in case ur wondering what that icky thing is on top, well. that is the mr bean pastry kavee bought me. he kasakku-fied it sooo much that when i finally got it, it looked trampled upon and the red bean filling looked like mud oozing out of that flat thing. gross.

so we spent a bit of two days of well deserved public holiday together gongxi-ing about. he admitted that im really not that short cuz i know he felt guilty that i cut my feet quite badly with my not-so-new white heels yesterday~ heheh. i have the world's most insensitive-to-religious-sentiments boyfren. anand brought for me mandarin oranges in a bak kwa bag and when i screamed that i would jihad him for insulting me with such a bag he reminded me of my love for carrot cake. he claims its tastier at the chinese shop cuz its smeared with lard- this i dont believe and many say im in denial. WHATEVER.

and now anand smiles for the pictures we take together instead of giving that constipated "whats-up" tau face. yaaaaaaaaaaaay! achievement.

pam n dhar, im looking forward for lunch with you too. kur if u in school please join us cuz if i recall correctly i noe ur class is at 8am:)

आशिक्का

east coast

2009-01-26T10:09:00.002+08:00

in sync with state ideology, i went to east coast to cycle with my family to bond and make merry. and realized that there were sooo many other people in east coast as well, camping out and really east coast looked more like a refugee camp than a park with soooo many tents, make shift barbeque pits and clothes hangers. ma n i cycled in tandem and my sister and periamma were supposed to do so too but she freaked out and my sister ended up cycling alone. on the double bike,alone, my sister looked like some senile person with an imaginary fren. poor girl.
AUTHORITIES PUT UP SIGNS WITH PICTURES (WITH MINIMAL WORDS) SO THAT EVEN THE DUMBEST OF ALL DIMWITS CAN UNDERSTAND AND FOLLOW. YET THERE ARE STILL SO MANY PEOPLE WALKING ON PATHS MEANT FOR CYCLISTS AND PEOPLE CYCLING ON PATHS MEANT FOR WALKING!
this guy was romancing with his girlfren (i think) on the cyclists' path and i rang the bell to warn him la, and he turned n shouted "people walking right?" and gave his girlfren that i-so-smart-right smirk to which i replied "maybe u should try the path with the footsteps on, thats where sensible people walk" stupid dog.
kavi- can these people be arrested for smart alec-ness and disobedience?

<3

2009-01-24T12:17:00.004+08:00

இல்லாத வார்த்தைக்கும், புரிகின்ற அர்த்தம் நீ.
சொல்லாத இடமெங்கும், சுடுகின்ற முத்தம் நீ
நினைத்தாலே சிவப்பாகும், மருதாணி தோட்டம் நீ.
தலைவைத்து நான் தூங்கும், தலைகாணி தூக்கம் நீ.
आशिक्का

2009-01-23T22:07:00.003+08:00

and so, while aamy and ma are watching choker bali in the hall, i am here deciding to you know, pay some attention to my blog. well well. yesterday while i was on the way to meet a fren i saw a CC banner that announced the commencement of sitar classes. but the disturbing thing was it said "NORTH INDIAN SITAR CLASS". i was disturbed by it. what was that supposed to mean? im a south indian, i play the sitar. (well used to.) what do you mean north indian sitar? yes sitar is associated with hindustani music and north indians while its carnatic counterpart the veena is more associated with southies. but still-what is the necessity to specify north indian? this is not some restaurant where NORTH in front of INDIAN would distinguish the diner's expectation of being served naan n tandoori chicken instead of thosai and sambaar. you are a CC. your function is to bring promote racial harmony amongst the races not accentuate already present divisions! hrmph.
i am glad i channel surfed and 'landed' on channel news asia last night cuz the budget policy forum was interesting. i was comforted to a large extent that the govt has shown a pro-lower/middle class inclination while sending out clear signals of the importance of being employed through its policies and incentive-giving mechanisms. i enjoyed the policy 'debate' i had with kavee today and i think soci makes one very pessimistic and pick out underlying motives and hidden agenda. that boy said soo many scary things that did not reach my thick skull at all. its scary to look at society frm the underdog perspective. i feel the govt is doing quite a bit to ensure that its people do not lose out to the changing demands of this globalized, ever-changing world through the promotion of lifelong learning and the actual subsidizing of it which clearly signals that they're not merely paying lip service but are SERIOUS about re-training their people. but, then again, i was accused of being politically guillible a day back so.. im thinking abt the influx of foreigners in singapore. employment-well, isnt that a zero sum game? one's employment is another's sack maybe? is the influx of foreigners the solution to level out the shortage of labour that our relatively small and aged population has brought about? or have they taken jobs that could have otherwise gone to singaporeans?? hmmm....

2009-01-20T09:53:00.002+08:00

and so.. the toktoktok from the neighbour's house continues. day in day out i hear drilling, hammering and ALOT OF NOISE. but i will be patient. today while i was packing my cupboard i found my blue wrap around skirt that sarah n i bought sometime last year. i only wore it out twice cuz: the first fateful day when i wore it my akka closed the car door on it, we were outside MUSTAFA on a sunday morning and i was like "ermm. akka"-ing while she was like abt 3 metres away frm me. my mom came to my rescue n she was like "உனக்கு ஏனடிஇந்த வம்பு?" so i dint wear it for a while and then one fine day i felt like wearing it so i wore it to my athai's house. and her SUPER NO SENSE OF FASHION children saw my skirt and said "akka, why u wear ur appa's kaili (sarong) all?" umma n athai jus cudnt stop laughing and i concluded athai's children were country bruts.
so today i found my skirt yet again, i felt like wearing it again. but then i thot of my 'historical experiences' with it (and cycle gap-ல் i thought of my SEA politics lecturer who mentioned on fri the impact of history on present circumstances) and thought of the OBSTACLES i wud face: the rough, hilly terrain of arts; the A1 drivers who slam brakes at the wrongest times and how i always lose my balance, the hike to LT23 frm the bus stop, rushing for the 95 with quarter of the world at 8pm after lecture and most importantly KAVEE TRIVIVIT - i decided against it.
kavee is damn funny, especially when he resorts to tamil to convey gossip without being understood (in his opinion to the people he is gossiping about, but little does he noe that we ourselves find it hard to understand his tamil. i mean his தா டா is the same cann) நாய் ஜாதி. hahaha.

disclaimer:

2009-01-17T18:04:00.004+08:00

i am writing this for the purpose of poking fun alone. i understand the amount of hard work and effort put behind making villu a success.. and really its not that bad a movie.
today i watched villu with the athans becuz we were actually willing to part with 10 bucks to escape reality and live in a world where gravity is of no concern. vijay movies feed the insatiable appetite for culturally sanctioned 'masala'. which reminds me of the question i was asked that day~ if masala movies refer to relatively no-brainer, mass entertaining movies, when someone asks "மண்டையில் மசாலா இருக்க?" what does மசாலா really mean? brain? or no brain? anyway vijay movies have a classic combination: kuthu songs with one semi melodious-ultimately gerek song, gravity defying fight scenes which may involve jumping on the first floor and ending up on the second and cliche dialogues that make my hair stand - like in a bad sense. but vijay, i must say, is a mass entertainer who is suchh a graceful dancer. HE dances sooo well. and so this film, in my opinion as opposed to pokiri, was sad. i expected more frm vijay. this movie is on par with kuruvi so if u liked that u might like this as well.
and the heroine-
well i salute the fact that nayantara has lost soooooooo much of weight. i slog sooo much to fit into a pair of jeans 2 inches smaller, she must have done SOO BLODDY much. i noe she looks super good in her 'sports bra' but seriously, ur visiting an indian village: was such attire necessary even? i wish she wud smile more instead of pouting. i really think she's got such a beautiful, under-utlized smile.
and even the scenes, so much of tasteless and unnecessary contact. i was wondering whether that was the manifestation of patriarchy alone or the manifestation of regional politics and hostility. as in, i sensed this implicit downplaying of a (general perception) malayalee superiority in the film. firstly in that vada maapiley song why was there a need for women clad in mundu sarees (often associated with the keralites) to be redundantly clapping at the background. secondly, the 'treatment' and 'portrayal' of nayantara which i am too disgusted to discuss and find my vocab inadequate to voice out my opinion in a decent, unoffensive manner~ was that just patriarchy or...?
and i think its about time tamil film directors stop underestimating the intellect of their audience. in the film they said prakash raj was in munich and there were shots of nature which was supposed to be munich which I WOULD HAVE BELIEVED IF THERE WASN'T A THAI FLAG THERE. (no offence, thailand is beautiful. what i meant is: if u want to be cost effective and utilize thailand's favourable exchange rates and shoot there instead of the real munich at least don show the flag la. its insulting for both sides u know.)

anand bought me jellybeans from candy empire. surprisee!

2009-01-17T16:41:00.003+08:00

well, i told myself that this weekend i would give an account about KL. so now, that i am doing. well well. despite the fact that I did not get to shop much and dint buy pretty shoes, (makes whimpering puppy sound at kavi denoting: wish u came) i had sooo much of fun in KL! so, we took the bus to KL on sat night; a super late bus at like 1130pm despite warnings frm many that its unsafe and stuff becuz kavee had to attend a wedding and i insisted we dint waste the daytime travelling. so the grassland bus left singapore at like 1130pm. it was super comfortable and the leg rest felt like cotton against my calves. then as usual got our passports stamped, not-so-usual encountered an overfriendly immigration offier who was nothing but freaky (this is when i wish i had a broader vocab, i cant think of a word freakier than freaky) that is a story to tell. sighh. sooo we reached KL at like 530am and i was really shocked to see sooo many tudung girls hanging out at that time with their boyfriends especially at the 24 hr macs. they cudnt possibly have gone clubbing right, this is an islamic country. hmmm.

so as the day progressed, we did SOO much of walking and hardly wasted time cuz we had soo many things on the agenda. we completed chinatown, their "version of serangoon road", batu caves, KLCC, Berjaya Times Square, The Petronas towers,Pavillion, Sunday market within the first day. the only place we cudnt find was the KL Zouk which I really wanted to go see becuz i thot it looked really pretty in the Anniyan song. you noe the kannum kannum nokia song right> that white igloo like thing is KL ZOUK! and the way the KL menara prettily emerges frm it is soo nice. i wanted to have the same shot but~ we cudnt find it. :( sigh.

then the next day i dragged two men for a fish spa together with me. WOMANKIND, ARE YOU PROUD OF ME? kavee is the bravest, he fully submerged his feet. actually the three of us reminded me of pri school science. kavee's feet were fully submerged, anand's were partially submerged and mine were on the surface. well u guys should try gg for a fish spa it is DEFINITELY not for those who feel ticklish real quick but it makes u feel like a superstar cuz all the fishes crave for a part of ur foot. hehe.

in conclusion (heh heh) i had sooooooooooo much fun. and learnt many important lessons such as: the importance of examining the size of a towel before using it, when in doubt take the freakiest route and the fact that the fridge in the hotel is really just a FRIDGE. ice cream kept in it becomes cream:)

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2009-01-15T16:43:00.004+08:00

i am soo irritated now i feel like going next door to whack the contractors. well i must say their company is RELATIVELY socially responsible in a sense that they sent fliers to the immediate neighbours apologizing for the noise to be generated frm renovation even before they started. so in that sense, they are socially responsible. the noise level is relatively lower than usual but WE ARE THE IMMEDIATE NEIGHBOURS- even if they tried their level best we will still find it noisy. my mom said that the education system has failed in instilling tolerance in me. i mean its their right but dint rousseau say sth like the general will was abt allowing people to exercise their rights without the infringing of the rights of others. well their right to renovate their house is infringing my right of sleeping in a quiet room. arrgh! ok fine. i know im being unreasonable but YOU TRY living next to dddrrrrr drilling and toktoktok hammering. hrmph.

i am not scared of uncertainty, i can deal with it. its just that, i hate being thrown off guard. hope u understand. the people i mix around with themselves are testiments of my ability to accept one for who he/she is. fault lies on my back as well, i believe one has no right to judge with soo many faults on their own back so why would i want to put you through it? God alone has the right to judgement. us beings have never had it in the first place let alone lost it. and i like the way u said i have 3895285 things running in my mind even though i say im fine. u have read me well. :)
and you - உச்சி முதல் பாதம் வரை உன் பெயரை நான் எழுதவேண்டும்.
மிச்சம் இன்றி மீதம் இன்றி முப்பொழுதும் எப்பொழுதும் மீண்டும்.
உடல் தான் என் வசம்,
மனம் தான் உன் வசம்...
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and so y2s2 has begun

2009-01-13T23:24:00.003+08:00

yet again akka was right, time pasts sooo quickly. the sem started ok i must say with PA in asia at 4pm tday and heavenly math at 6. i was sooo shocked prof haque actually recognized me and spoke to mee. i was soo shocked! i don even talk in tutorial and sit at the corner for his lecture and sent him an email only once to tell him that i was doing make up on odd week for an even week tutorial. and i dint even get an A for his module, how come he remembers?? this is a sign, i will keep doing prof haque's modules; i like the way he teaches and his readings are super straight to the point.
heavenly math was scary~ which lecturer talks abt moderation and bell curves on the first day?? and his family came in arnd 745- a move not very appreciated by saiful and kavee. sighh MEN! his son who was probably three and his tiny daughter who was probably 1 n his wife. this module looks complex but i will make it work! cuz i have no choice and cannot end up doing 6 modules for the next two sems. i will make it work.
i bought maggi goreng near kavi's place cuz pam was too tired to go dinner, kur has lect at 8 tom and kavee was being himself:). it was sooo good and would have been fantastic with a cup of orange juice. unfortunately there was no more in the fridge and i had to make do with milk. i actually forgot to eat lunch tday -__-. kavee called me anaroxic (i still do not know how to spell that word correctly) although i've told him many times not to cuz ppl might think he doesnt know what that word means if he used it on me. the boy NEVER listens. sighh.

i know. i have yet to explain abt KL and upload fotos. im a bit hard pressed for time and will surely do it soon enough. till then, have a great week and to all those heading back to school.. have a wonderful semester ahead:)

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2009-01-09T23:52:00.002+08:00

2009-01-08T22:33:00.004+08:00

GREAT! so now they decide to show the shots of Banged Up Abroad when im about to leave for KL in a day's time. my mother has started her "ehh u better be careful ah" fits. speculating about lost passport, the islamic police, terrorist attack and all that will not reach the minds of normal holiday goers. she asked me to find out where the embassy is. i don understand why "mishaps" must happen when i am travelling with friends, i don see her thinking about all this when we are travelling as a family~ hrmph.
i exercised today and now my calf muscles are aching. i will go tomorro as well. dhar n i went shopping n i bought an orange dress. palichpalich!
modules modules modules. well, everyone seems to have a problem with cors. i come on msn and like 5 other people have nicks/shout outs that are like either begging cors to be kind or using vulgarities to explain their hatred towards that god forsaken system. tsktsk. i cannot stand cors and strongly believe it is the accumulation of my previous lives' sins. wait till the tutorial balloting comes, i tell you if i don get the PA tutorial on tuesday i will screeeeam. i hate cors but then again i cant think of a more efficient system. as much as i convince myself that CORS is an efficient source of allocation, the hostility i feel towards it doesnt seem to decrease. sigh. i decided to drop intro to IR cuz it looks super scary. america's relations with cuba? north korea, south korea relations. umm. FUN i must say but challenging at the same time. i like public admin and i think im relatively good at it so i shall stick with such modules. SO i replaced intro to IR with comparitive pol economy instead. the minute i saw state-market relations and the fact that it wud not disturb my free days, i jumped on it-it was like falling in love again. hahah. i still am sad international security is on a monday, it is soo me. why war and terrorism is soo interesting.
i screwed up labour law, adry and [especially] dhar have every right to do black magic on me cuz i screwed up big time. and then kavee has apprehensions abt heavenly math, saiful aka bell curve spoiler-smarty pants is doing 3-4 modules with me so this sem i can forget abt not-panicking. i still cant register pam's free days and kurseeth.. kurseeth. hmm. i have nothing to whine abt her. (takes well deserved deep breath) no actually kur damn funny. u see, the module that we are taking, GEK1506 its called heavenly math: cultural astronomy. that day when i said i was gg to bid for cultural astronomy, she was like "what abt heavenly math?" hehe. if u thot that was funny; laugh with me. if u think that isnt funny~ see my life sooo sad, i laughing abt silly things all.mein talli hogaye.
u shud listen to this song frm vijay's new movie villu. there is one that starts with a guitar and the tune is very cute. another is daddy mummy. i think it is a chikopek song but its damn funny. some of the lines are contradicting, or so i feel like this one -
அளவான உடம்புகாரி, அளவில்லா கொழுப்புக்காரி. now how does this work? hmm. then i like this line. i think it goes like. அழகான சின்ன பாம்பு, வெச்சாலே எனக்கு ஆப்பு! dhar is the BIGGEST chikopek in this world. she is beyond belief. eeeeeeeeeeee!
i shud start packing now.

i miss dance class

2009-01-06T01:55:00.002+08:00

me and thilags have been skipping class and escaping frm class since athai and pratheeba have gone abroad. i havent been for class since nov. teacher will beat for sure when i go next sat.

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and so.

2009-01-05T10:18:00.006+08:00

yesterday i went for the metro sale at the expo and came out in less than half an hour n spent only 8 bucks. i am proud of me. then i gave directions to this furniture place and it took akka some time before she took me seriously. i found the place; i am proud of me yet again. but! i don understand why people cannot take me seriously? i kept telling them i knew where it was but then they checked the GPS thing, took a wrong turn then only decided to listen to me. siggh. why do people not take me seriously? why???why?whyyy?!

i made the ice sirap limau myself. i used the last lime in periamma's garden to make it. then i told her i used it and she said "no wonder, i was wondering if i was seeing things" then i remembered the padayappa scene where ramya krishnan will ask soundarya to throw (the only rose that bloomed on the plant which she put on her head) on the ground and stepped it. then i imagined pema doing that-i laughed and they all thought i was weird. i dont blame them, my imagination is mad.

i cannot wait for school to begin cuz the boredom is getting to me though i clearly know that i will regret saying this soon enough. i am actually looking forward for:
the 'hike' from class to class, the monotonous sound of the photocopying machine, the rammaging of the bag to find the matric card, ayam penyet - or is it pangang?, the "ஐ! ஸ்கூல்-லே இருக்கியா? calls i make to my beautiful friends, the ez link card making a DOUBLE BEEP concession rate sound, dhar's "ammmaam" when she eats yong tau foo n kavee waiting for kurseth to powtoh me, the race to the plug point, correcting kavee for wrongly identifying the btc timing (and the rare occasion when he is actually correct and im wrong and i end up being called pigassdog), kurseth telling me she just got out frm the shower when we supposed to meet in like 10 mins time, the countless cups of bitter coffee to provide inspiration towards the completion of a paper, jivanaah's rhetorical questions as to why arts people seem to have more fun, kavee n the vegetarian man(ahhaha this is funny), bumping into everybody at the as1 walkway, tidbits at the co-op, saiful kanchong-ing when i interpret his point wrongly, whacking malay food at YIH n feeling bloated, convincing pam to attend/skip classes, adry's calls asking me the shortest route frm place A to place B afterwhich i feel important (heh heh), teasing kurseth abt knowing half the world and how 'dangerous' it is to gossip with people like her around, begging everyone to share the coffee club muffin because it is "as big as my face"

ok, point is. i am very very bored

and i want school to commence.

hopefully KL works out

that is all

bye.

god knows.

2009-01-03T11:53:00.003+08:00

have you ever gotten up just feeling super irritated for no particular reason? today is that day for me. mom said its a phenomenon that is dismissed by merely assuring one that he/she has gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, but i sleep on a mattress so i just rise up. no rolling to the left or right, sooo why am i feeling super irritated now? hmmm..

yesterday anand n i had dinner at a coffeeshop off geylang bahru, the fish curry was damn good. he has this weird conjured up impression of me being high class and choosing not to dine in local places so i had to prove him wrong. God knows where he got the impression from. ok maybe i am to blame partially. cuz i always look out for the "Grade" the stall is given and unintentionally flinch when i see a "C".. i have a new favourite drink now. ice sirap limau. its just sirap thanni with lime juice mmm nice nice.

i love watching movies with my periamma. she is soo funny. when the plot involves a ghost and the music signifies its arrival she will go put the cups in the kitchen. we were watching dhaam dhoom on new years day and everytime the russian police were sneaking up on jeyam ravi she would jump on the seat and say "மாடிக்கிடாறு மைனர் " in a sing-song manner. haha! watching pema panic was good fun. kavee n pam if u think i panic, meet my periamma. i am not half as bad. really.
oh and kavee thinks that picture is chikopek. please enlighten me as to why this boy comes up with all this!!

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hindi ghajini

2009-01-02T00:08:00.004+08:00

if aamir khan stood next to me i might just sweat and die! too intense. and i must say this is the first time i found a six pack attractive. i was telling priyalatha that day when she was gushing abt surya's six pack that- i think men with six pack are not that big a deal. i mean yes i appreciate their effort and salute the pain they endured to achieve it but six packs are meant for drinks -not men. but when i saw aamir khan's. it was the first time i wow-ed it. hindi ghajini was good. considering the fact that usually when one enters a moviehall with many expectations, one is let down - i enjoyed myself. aamir khan was soo intense, the revenge scenes were better than the tamil ones but i honestly felt that surya was able to portray the romance between sanjay n kalpana better. i strongly feel that the highlight of the movie itself is the romance between sanjay and kalpana which explains the pain and agony felt by sanjay and his desire to seek revenge. so in this sense, surya did a better job. however, aamir khan's acting especially during the killing scenes is beyond description. his eyes - the agony. my god! he is brilliant. i liked the way the movie was editted also n definitely the ending. i was upset with the way the tamil one ended. i thot the ending was super anti climax and did not do justice to such a brilliant story and screenplay. the hindi one, soothed the sores of the anti climax tamil version. ghajini was worth the trip to the cinema:).

anyway, after watching ghajini and varanam ayiram and the discussion with my mom over breakfast i realized that i had this subconscious appetite for movies with happily-ever-after endings. with ghajini and varanam ayiram, i left the cinema with this incomplete, lump-in-throat feeling which i did not experience after rab ne banade jodi. i am a tamilachi afterall, no matter how much my folks have tried to orientate me with good movies i still crave happily ever after endings. i appreciate cinema functioning as a representation, a mirror of daily life. realistic cinema. yet i unknowingly desire its function as an escape frm reality. where its so easy to find love. be it in the train, be it while helping handicap kids crossing the drain. where almost always it is a two way thing. where gravity is no issue and rajinikant can kick a shoe, the shoe hits the villain and comes back to his leg. weeyouweet.

indian cinema is amazing really. its influence, its power in creating systems of inclusions and exclusions, its ability brainwash, to garner support. truly amazing.

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first day of the first month of this new year.

2009-01-01T22:42:00.004+08:00

this new year holds many many expectations. expectations of change, of learning from past mistakes and of attaining new heights. i've never had the habit of making resolutions but this year, i was thinking of doing so. i have made 6. i wrote them all out so that i don cheat on them. i will shed - or at least try my level best to - shed my materialistic approach to life. i will stop to smell the flowers and the cool breeze instead of briskwalking on my quick road to success. i will not let life whizz pass me, i will take it in and take it slow. i will continue to thank God for all the successes and blame myself for the failures that come my way.
i think i have understood the true meaning of love. i think love is not abt looking into each other's eyes but about looking towards the same destination. that one cannot be in love when there are lies, when there are broken promises and where emotions or issues are swept under the carpet. i have learnt the importance of space. that loving is also about letting go. SPACE. i have found him, for sure and no matter what i have to go through i think i have found safe hands to hold on to.

i will be twentyone in october this year. twentyone seemed so "wowww, so big" and so far away then. i saw both my cousins celebrate their twenty first birthdays with all their friends. they all seemed so grown up, so in control of their lives, so established. at now, *poof* i am that twenty one year old. sheesh! time passes soo quickly. i chanced upon the diary i kept when i was 14. i had this 10 point list of things to do by the time i was twenty one. i have done 4 of them. that is good, but the other six are quite faar away. i wanted 21 year old me to have a license n fit into a size 27 jeans. haha. that day marky and fiq were saying they wished we were back in springfield. honestly, i dont. i love my life now. alot. the freedom especially. but then the only thing i think i can do without would be that responsibility attached to the freedom. u see then in sec school u cud screw up even ur final yr exam and still be pardoned for u start on a clean slate the next year. but now, the fact that its cumulative means that is no escaping the implications of ur actions. at all. sighh.

well, i am blessed with wonderful people around me. great friends, a happy n supportive family and to top it all - an anand:) so i am a happy person.
oh and i like this song from the hindi ghajini. the chorus is damn cute.

jhoom le jhoom jhama jhoomake jhoom

pairon mein ta ta thaiya tum tumake tum

lehron ke sang chap chap chapake cham

dol tu dum dum dum dumake dum.

**jhoom le jhoom zara.

आशिक्का

2008-12-30T11:40:00.004+08:00

omg! all you rasikas please listen to the oh shanti song from vaaranam ayiram. don get mistaken, it is not the same as nenjukkul peithidum. it is the background music when surya goes in search of sameera. the lyrics are very nice.
நீ இன்றி நானும் இல்லை
என் காதல் பெய்யும் இல்லை
வழி எங்கும் உந்தன் முகம் தான்
வலி கூட இங்கே சுகம் தான்.

தொடு வானம் சிவந்து போகும்
தொலை தூரம் குறைந்து போகும்
கரைகின்ற நொடிகளில் நான் நெருங்கி வந்தேனே!
இமை உன்னை பிரியமாட்டேன்
துளி தூரம் நகரமாட்டேன்
முகம் பார்க்க தவிக்கிறேன், என் இனிய பூங்காற்றே
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im a survivor

2008-12-27T17:12:00.002+08:00

i will deal with this mishap that occured last night. sometimes we do make mistakes that we regret, but things will get better. worse things cud have happened, so instead of harping upon my inability to ensure my instructions were executed properly i shall thank god that nothing worse happened. anyway, தலையா போச்சி?
the song i uploaded is frm the new shahrukh movie. I LIKE THE CHORUS so listen for it la. and pls bear with it being at the side, im yet to figure out how to bring it to the right. hrmph. technology has improved soo much ya.
vapa bought me a pair of diesel berms, they are red. i dunno whether i like it or not, but i needed berms so i will wear it. my sister on the other hand has many concerns. "lataaa u look like arjun in that weird song. can see that frm the moon. are u sure u are not auditioning for a telugu hero role?" sigh. but i m glad that for once he got the size right. u noe he buys both my sister and i oversized clothes, i dunno what he thinks of us in his mind la. that time he bought my sister a blouse and it was too big for me itself we gave it away. my sister and i - SOOOOO far away. the only thing we can share without stretching/altering are earrings n bags.
i am meeting kavee (i think) for coffee later at the mall n am gg to akka's place at night. AKKKAAA IS COMINNNGGG BACCCCCKKKK TOOONIIIGGGGGHHHHHHHHTTTTTT!

உன்னோடு நான் கண்ட பந்தம்.
மண்ணோடு மழை கொண்ட சொந்தம்.
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i think this is final la.

2008-12-27T01:27:00.003+08:00

PS2241 - Public Admin in Asia
PS 2245 - Southeast Asian Politics
PS 2237 - Introduction to International Relations
PS 3249 - Singapore's Foreign Policy
SSB 1204 - Labour Law in Singapore
then my 6th module, the other breath, it will depend on kavee or kurseth and what they decide on cuz i cannot figure out what to take though i must say im quite tempted by the uncertainty heavenly mathematics offers. but then again pam and dhar said dont. so i am lost.
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christmas and boxing day :)

2008-12-27T00:20:00.010+08:00

lasagnea n grilled dory at secret recipe, brownie n mango cake at seasons and two super nice shirts for anand. jb was fun although we had to finish everything in a few hours. its been such a long time since we spent time like this, just sitting in a restaurant and talking with no qualms about rushing to catch a movie or another appointment. just you, me and the consumption of sumptuous food with sooo much to talk about. now that was soooo fun.
u say the stupidest things but somehow u make me laugh till my belly aches. u do the most unexpected things and pleasantly surprise me at the weirdest places. u always make sure im close to you when we're walking in crowded places. u look so cute when u see a sign in malay, panic and then scratch my shoulder and ask me to translate it. u are really the best thing that has happened to me.

christmas at annae's was fun। kur, me and dhar played chopchilli in the room and kur was disturbed by those who saw us in the room and apologized for coming in. she mutters, "its not like we're having a threesome right?" the food was soo good, i took a second helping of rice and after dinner we were all like the aunties in the gas trouble adverts on sun tv - bloating about on the couch. poor dhar, i kavunthu-fied on her.

உலகத்தின் கடைசி நாள், இன்று தானோ என்பதுபோல்.

பேசி பேசி தீர்த்தபின்பும்.. ஏதோ ஒன்று குறையுதே.

In defense of Ashikah Ameer.

2008-12-23T13:02:00.003+08:00

i abbjeccctt yuvarr aaanaar! (that was, i object Your Honour in true blue tamil padam style.) i object to the accusations of kurseth begum that i take scary modules. I DO NOT. i cannot help it if animal behaviour, perfumes and drugs that are seemingly fun fall on my free days ok. CORS and the insatiable necessity for a 3/4 day week has thought me the art of sacrifice and negotiating my interests for practicality. i am not travelling 3 hours for a 1h 45 min class anymore. Amen.
i think i am happy. i thank God for having so much mercy on me.
ohh and i learnt the steps for the chorus of that shahrukh song. this time, without my cousins. haha. the deewangi one they had to teach me like a gazillion times cuz their hands and legs were flying in every direction.
Hum hai rahi pyaar ke
Phil milenge chalte chale
Hum hai rahi pyaar ke
Dil milenge chalte chalte
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remembering AY 08/09 Sem 1

2008-12-22T15:57:00.003+08:00

since the results are coming out tmrw (*gasssps) i thot it was only right to pay 'respects' to this sem. yet another semester in which ashikah has a 5 day week. the worst semester for at least the last 2 sems i have five day weeks on odd weeks alone, this sem i had five day weeks every week. important decisions were made this semester, out of which the most crucial would have been the switch to PS. I hope i find solace in the new subject of choice, with mathematics divorced frm the new subject focus im sure i will emerge a happier person:) the diaspora module has opened my eyes and i no longer view indian movies superficially and caught myself more than twice examining the hidden meaning of a particular scene when i was watching rab ne banade jodi. it has changed my perception that cinema is for mere entertainment. pol science exposure has made me realize that democracy is not such an easy concept and has actually opened my eyes to appreciate other systems. i still believe in the sporean system though im unsure whether this sentiment is due to the 'brainwashing' of the hidden agenda of the curriculum that i have gone through for all these years or whether it is becuz i am now more exposed to failures of other systems. as much as i think it is the latter, i hope it's not the former.
there were many "events" this sem besides the mundane schoolwork involved. there was dhar's 21st with which we had soo much fun preparing for and being part of. i am soo glad i bought the saree and still have yet to wear it again, unless u count the weird dream i had of pam n i. then there was kur's 21st in which, i broke my leg and came with my make up to clarke quay. FREAK SHOW. there was the chalet, yatra n peach shake (happy kavee?)

i learnt many valuable lessons this semester, out of which the most valuable was the thin line between patience and stupidity. i learnt of the consequences of procastination; the extent of what i have learnt of course will be determined tomorrow. i learnt that loving and caring was about letting go. i am now able to digest an "im out la" instead of probing further which i think is an achievement for busybody me:) thanks be to pam n kavee of cuz. i think i started to understand the people around me better. i learnt to trust people all over again - secrets were shared over peach tart, btc rides and pasta. i have learnt to appreciate the people around me better and am a step closer to the future, our future:)
this semester was fun, Praise be to God. i cannot wait for next sem, not for the school work and all of cuz, but to feel that sense of empowerment by going up to the juice aunty and saying
"one dragon take away~"
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the day he decided to take on the mac spicy double.

2008-12-22T12:14:00.003+08:00

anand decides to buy the macspicy double, i object and tell him its super unhealthy and that it wud clog his arteries. picture 1 depicts his "okaay what~" face trying to convince me that its not all that bad. in picture 2, i compare his gigantic burger with my filet o fish. with an unknowing showcase of my swatch:) my most pricey possession after my laptop.*teehe. picture 3, his first bite after which he convinces me that it is no big deal and offers a bite. picture 4, i cant hold the burger properly and he laughs at me. and in the final picture he finishes it, (imitating abbas in padayappa) whattaman.. but notice the face. ayyah is feeling soo stuffed and we walk all the way frm tampines east macs to my place. the about 20mins walk in which i take advantage of his 'sick' status and bully him. eeeeeeeeehehehee.
i had soo much fun on sat night. there are still many things you have to learn, out of which the most pressing concern is not to tug at my hand and say "pappu, don cry its just a movie". ur supposed to ignore it, understand?? country bruts.
yesyes. i am one of those who can sob for a movie and shahrukh never fails to make me cry. he is an idiot. he acts so well, and has the most touching-est dialogues in his movies. but i dint cry for om shanti om okayyy! this is pretty much one of the very few things that i do that can pass off as feminine. so celebrate me; my feminity. okay now i sound like a w*i*per advert.

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summing up vacation week 2

2008-12-18T22:34:00.005+08:00

monday: i went to jb with mom and her friends. ate at this place called singah selalu and cudnt resist the strawberry milkshake and had it despite mum's warnings. bought myself contact lenses, fought the urge to buy coloured ones and pigged out with cheesecake at secret recipe. came home and had diarrhoea, must've been the milkshake. sighh.
tuesday: went window shopping with sarah at parkway, got my bday present frm her and warned her NOT to get me a gift for the next two years. went to periamma's hse to see mama and 'help' akka with packing.
wed: sent akka to the airport, lunch with family at the airport, tea with my M.I friends at dhoby ghaut with a super satisfying ten minute session at the arcade: i love winning car games. i am still waiting for the other goons to send me more pics, cuz i only managed to take 2 pics due to the state of battery. and i must say, my camera is very smart and does not fall for the trick of switching the position of the batteries. im glad it takes after its owner. hehe. then i pigged out at pastamania with kavee. came home and concluded that if i ate anymore i might burst, so i read on the rocking chair till very, very late.
thu: i played stay-home mom with my mom and bonded. we did chores, watched tv (thank god they showed a decent movie) and ate chips and concluded that we wud both start our salad diet tmrw.
fri: i am going to an italian restaurant with teacher, mom n thilags!! so much for the salad diet, much more for deciding to save!
*reflections:
well, life is boring without school. there is a reason why God created education and im silently (ok fine outwardly) glad He did. I am excited about KL, but am sad pam cant come. it would be soo fun if it were the 3 of us. but its really ok. i will do special sem if i don get an internship/proper job for may becuz with 5 weeks of holiday i cannot take it, can u imagine 3 whole bloody months? sheeesh! i have been wasting my holiday, i want to volunteer somewhere, make some child smile. saturday's recruit page scared me silly when i saw that most jobs that i cud do were admin, PR, HR, Lecturing and some form of marketing. considering the situation of the economy, im thinking whether i will be employed in the next 5 years. im still thinking whether teaching is my cup of tea and am ironing out my options. i have some serious decision making to do. i am afraid, very afraid.
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this is an overdue post

2008-12-18T22:16:00.003+08:00

we went k-boxing on sunday night, i was actually invited at the last minute for this cuz kavee told me to get out of the house cuz i sounded bored. it was FUNNN! and im soo glad we dint watch a movie instead. so stop feeling bad, if u still do kavee-naiye. i never knew I could have soo much fun with english songs (keeping in mind my utmost urukaari characteristics) hehe. but there were embarrassing moments i must say, out of which the classic one was the fact that i dint even have a drop of alcohol but ended up thaatividu-fying some mango juice. it was coooold. really.

well, after the whole thing i sounded more male than usual and my voice was sore and the ulcer began to hurt even more. sigh. and KAVEE CAN SING BIMBO SONGS. (point to note, i dint say he can sing, but that he can sing bimbo songs) and i STILL think he was a high school, blonde cheerleader in his last life. ANDD there was this person who drew 953589352 dollars from his atm unknowingly and was blurrly searching for a deposit machine at like 1am.

now i wonder who that was *winks.

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boredom

2008-12-14T16:34:00.003+08:00

yesterday i met up with old friends at newton circus and i must say though the food there was good, it was super inflated i tell you. we bought one TINY piece of roti john and one plate of chicken fried rice and it came up to thirteen bucks! i tell you with thirteen bucks i can feed myself till i feel like puking at simpang. simpang - i love.

life has no purpose now, i saw an opening for an internship online. i might apply for it.. i mean there's nothing to lose what. andd i am soo bored i planned kavee's timetable, planned mine thrice and am actually reading.

i have two ulcers under my tongue, which is good cuz i cant eat much.. but bad cuz i cant even talk properly..

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outing with pam and the pallus.

2008-12-13T00:06:00.002+08:00

i seriously think the phrase "pam and the pallus" sounds like some siruvar nigalchi. seeing these gundus after soo long, (yes kur i saw u yesterday.. ahh the wonders of living in the east) was refreshing. we laughed alot, ate moderately - i think. kavee pointed out that 3 of us shared a meal for two, which is technically good.

kurseth had yet another bimbo moment in the bus tday, we were at boon keng and she turned to us and said "wow this bus is really fast, we're in eunos alredy" and kavee n i burst out laughing. and she actually qualified why she thot we were at eunos. her qualification - "i saw the temple and i thot it was eunos." AHEM! the temple in eunos is a chinese/buddhist one, the temple we saw, was the central sikh temple. not only was she religiously mixed up, she was ethnically, linguistically, geographically (ohh what the hell) SUPER mixed up. hahaaa. im still wondering how pallu-ing and puking work though. haaha so bad this kavee.

keeping in mind that the migavum azhakiya kilavigal and especially the KILAVAN i hang out with are attaining marriagable age and to ensure that the perils of technology do not spoil there chances of finding the right spouse, i am going to try to not upload unglam fotos of them on facebook. i mean who knows, what if one find day tamilmatrimony.com and facebook link up and the fotos are shared? soo i will post them on my blog. so please hope that tamilmatrimony.com doesnt buy up blogger. if not..... too bad la. ur just jinxed. oh. and i have found yet another propagandist amongst us. KURSETH! there are no unglam fotos of her. sighh.

oh well. nana left for London today. someday, i wanna go london on my own too. janngjangjanng. actually i wanted to go to venice on my own, but then someone was telling me that the canal like rivers there stink. so i am reconsidering. but now, the next destination (that i have the means to visit) i wanna get to are Bangalore [Karnataka, India, so that i can proudly say that i have visitted all the South Indian cities] Bangkok and Langkawi.

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