Friday Night.

Squad 39 had this little gathering on Friday night. To do what we do best. EAT, travel more, EAT more. Even though only 1/4 of the squad turned up, it was fun nonetheless. It was nice seeing all the chaps again, esp the 2 close buddies of mine,  Uncle Ron and Gerald. I missed them all. It was nice to know how some of them are going to tie the knot, moving into their career path and 1 father lol. Things have changed fast in 4 years. I’m surprised that i’m being watched itself. Friendster lol. Some are still waiting to see whose that 1 girl im gonna get. Impressed i am. Somehow i wish, the next we guys meet, it should be a bigger group. Nah, it will be. Before i forget, there is no Dam in Singapore Uncle Ron.

The group pictures to sum it up!

Notice im the only Non-Chinese there? See?

I’m not racist afterall.

Flashback #9

Flashback 11

PEZ

PEZ, once a sweet that dominated the minds of the many children years back, is a rare sight in Singapore nowadays. It’s a rare opportunity to grab hold of one. However, my eyes caught hold off it again, while i was making my rounds around Toy r us at Vivocity. As i washed my eyes in awe on the surviving collection that they had, my childish past struck me. For those were the days, when many people like myself, were keeping collection of these cute looking sweet holders.

For those with a deprived childhood or really happen to be brought down with a lack of memory cells, here’s a picture of PEZ, the sweet and the container i’ve been blabbering about. I bought Tweedy, cause “i tot i staw i staw a flashback”. Besides it was the cutest of them all.

Pretty decent huh? I played with it a bit by giving the sweets around in the classic way and left it along with my collection of other childhood stuff i have. And so i end with the hope i haven’t tempted anyone into making their own purchase.

Flashback 12

Pacifier

Period used till : 1 1/2 years.

When he was young, really young, Kathiravan, like today, has always been a quiet boy. But then, it was a pacifier, that kept him in the humble state. But it can not be any pacifier. Ask his mother. Through out that period, it was the same old pacifier. That adorable child would cry even if a new one was given for it has to be that very same old one. Impressive for someone who treasures everything at such a young age is so cute ain’t he? The pacifier was used despite the holes it had and it’s bad shape. Yet nonetheless, Kathiravan loved it.

But soon, his mother,got annoyed.

Then it happened.

On a dark morning. She took his pacifier and tore it in front of his eyes. As darkness twirl around the innocent child whose tears were rolling down his fair and cute cheeks, he knows, that was the last day he would get to see his pacifier.

*I think i praised myself too much lol*

Olympics.

Watching the Games has been Fun. Srsly Hilarious.

I think my dad and i could possibly become the commentators for the next Olympics on Comedy Central, if they allowed it that is. Nah, we weren’t sticking to just table tennis cause Singapore was it, we were watching almost everything. From High to Low Long Jump, tracks to everything thrown [Cushions too]. I think Mum was supporting the T.v more then the sides we were cheering for while my sister was pissed as she wasn’t able to watch her programs. While all these was happening, my maid was supporting India, when there were no participants at all. So happening on a Sunday evening.

Dad was sharing his own athelatic experiance. He mentioned something about getting 4 mins+ for the 1500m run and not forgetting the time he broke his leg. I found the picture though.

The story could be true though, or it could be a nice cover up story to hide himself from the blushes of mum breaking his leg to keep him at home. God knows.

Anyways, the women’s 100m dash to determine the world’s fastest women was the best. 3 jamaicans won! Yaa man. Yet, as the race ended, my dad just went “Ran so fast what, world’s fastest man wont come after you what”. I lol’ed.

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EPL STARTED!

Flashback #8

Flashback 10

Tears.

Funny. Hilarious. Some of the statements that are frequently associated with myself and this blog. For a change, i want to show, that i am, like all, am made up of flesh and feelings. like many, i have cried before.

A True Story.

The first time he met her, it was so random, they didn’t speak, yet she laughed out at the statements he gave out in a conversation with his other friends. Soon enough, they became close. Not all relationships has to turn into a bond that we call Bf/Gf or anything along that line. They felt like they were something more. Siblings.

NO day was complete without her sms and calls. He knew, god has send him an angel. She was the sweetest and the most humble being he ever came across. She was Kavitha. A sister he could’ve had. She who told him, what he was, someone who would make the best brother, the best husband, someone whom even she would wish she could marry. He felt loved and what it was like to be missed, even hands to hearts were held.

Our surrounding was felt with jealousy. For ours was with joy.

Things didn’t last long. Sorrow came in.

Initially, the most

Painful promises were made.

*Promise to never see me again*

*Promise to never call or message me again*

Soon,Harshest of words were used.

*I hate you*

Tears were shed.

All he has, is the last gift. A shirt. Given half-heartedly. With neither the heart to use it, nor to throw it away, Kathiravan is condemned to see it everyday. Given for his birthday, when all he wished was for she and the rest of his friends to be around him, neither happened. Spend alone, by the beach on his 23th.

Months passed, yet little did she knows, Kathiravan thinks of her often, despite knowing, she will never return. His self-esteem stripped to the bones, he even amazes himself at the joy and smiles people has, whilst being with him. As much as he has move on, memories strike back often, changing him into a quiet being who needs time. Words ring in his mind. Smallest of things at times trigger the darkest of the past. He is afraid of even the phrase “I miss you”, or to lose even more love ones. The girl who mend the world for him once, is no longer by his side. Yes, only a sister, yet WHO said only love has to be restricted to be that of potential weds?

Now, as he knows that the love for her will never tarnish, despite going through a lot.

*It was neither her or my lose, but rather both*

He moves on with his life in hope to find someone who would change his path.

[Probably the LAST Emo post, for his existence is to make people smile and laugh]

Recurring.

Flashback #7

Flashback 9

Play-Dohs, Granddad and myself!

If it so happens that you’re wondering what ‘Play-Doh’ is, fear not of your deprived childhood! I, Kathir, shall enlighten you, for its not too late…you wouldn’t want your kids to end up like you. For starters, here’s a pic….

A modeling clay, in other words…don’t be fooled by its simple packaging, cause your creativity is what counts at the end o the day. Samples here people!

Choo cute! [I know, I know, so unlike kathir right? lol]

Alrighto, back to MY story, as i was saying, Play-Doh, played a Key role as my entertainment during my childhood days, aside from getting badly influenced by watching T.v. Sadly thou, i don’t have pictures of my ‘masterpieces’. But o wait!, i can recall some o the stuff i did with em! They were, Dinosaurs, Dinosaurs, Long neck dinosaurs, Short neck dinosaurs, Dinosaurs….fine….it’s true, i was a dino addict. My influence came from my granddad. He was a unique man, A mix breed between Mike Tyson and a Scientist. Can you imagine Mike Tyson reading/talking about science?

‘You man! Im gonna box you by X=R2D2! argh! aint you afraid your gonna become Xy2=UO9R! Imagine the Red H2O coming out! Rawr!’

Enough crapping…

You can call it a comedy flick, for myself, i can only laugh now when i think about it…lol. That was my grandfather. I still keep one of his science book as a memoir. Oh, i knew how babies came about, like what? age of 7? Mighty thanks to that book! It was that book, which enlighten me on dinosaurs too! [Remind me to show u the book, if you're keen]

Talking bout dinosaurs, the world saw Jurassic park as a Box office hit. I saw the movie as my grandfather’s play-doh creation coming alive. It’s true, both of us, made trips to the fields to pluck ourself some plants, to create a nice habitat for our play-doh dinos.In the movie, when they showed a brachio grabbing lunch from a tree, thats when i remembered all this. Alas, he didn’t live long enough to watch Jurassic park, or maybe he did, through me .

Im gonna miss grandfather, as well as the play-doh lol!

Btw, its, not the colors or the capabilities of the play-doh that triggered me to write this blog. It was actually, that unique smell of the play-doh. Go to the nearest Toy-r-us and smell it for yourself people. You’ll understand.

A look back at 2007

We’re stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.Friends are special people. We can’t pick our family, and we’re sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.

Bigger picture can be found HERE

Flashback #6

Flashback Special

Been long since i did this whole flashback thingy! So i decided to bring a whole section from my past…..primary school life.

1) Soccer-holic

During those days, i could get on without having lunch, but no football for a day was a straight NO. The other indian boys and myself would play, before and after school, and wasn’t that enough, canteen breaks was not spared as well. Trust me, even if we didn’t have a soccer ball, [Almighty thx to bookworm teachers or forgetful students] we would buy a ping pong ball for 20 cents n poof! street soccer was born! Anything would be a goal-post..from Empty bags to marked spots etc etc. Weather could’nt stop us, rain or shine, we’ll let the ball do the talking. Oh lord, how many times have we messed the “assembly halls/carparks” with our shoes!

2) Vulgarities

I’m not sure if i was considered too young fer these words then, but it started at around primary 4. Even thou the F word was the easiest to learn bla bla bla, mine wasnt that….well….didn’t take me long enough to learn too, ahaha. It all started with chinese. NO, i didnt go ‘puck wuu’, not refering to the accent. As in, u know, Cb blablablabla. You name it, I knew it. I actually, stopped using them now…..cause….when im married and stuff, i dun want this to happen:-

ME: F@#K!!

Kid: Dad, what does F@#k means??

ME: Part of the process to bring you to this world….

Wife: *Faints in the kitchen*

3) Late

King of the school. This was an issue during my primary 6 days. The discipline master would be waiting specially for me. Why? I was late more often then being on time. DUH! i was a pasir risian coming all the way to yishun. I was made to sit at the vice-principle’s office soo often bcause of this. The funniest thing is….i visited her soooo often in my primary school life, i still remember her name, Mrs Quek. We actually had coffee, n had chit chat sections in her office too.

4) Caning

Escaped twice. 1st reason, for celebrating a students birthday under a block. The discipline master soo wanted to cane us. That retard. Srsly, no life, always after us. Vice-principle, my good old fren saved us. The 2nd time, well, late coming, you guys heard of the 8 time late rules n such, mine was on the 12th n pending, Good old buddy saved me again!

5) Washed hands

Imagine your tamil teachers[or any other for that matter] using this on you. Lmao. My tamil sucked sooo bad. That’s exactly what she did. Give up on me. Never bothered, called me hopeless bla bla bla. I was labelled Bad boy. Well, little did she remember, i started tamil only at primary 2, mind you, im refering to basics as well. What i got for PSLE? B!!!! B!!!! Look at me now, i can even write poems. I’ll never forget your name….Vijaya…Never.

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I was considered hopeless by my Form teacher, who taught the other subjects. Well, i was the only Indian in class. Everyone can talk, it would be ok. If i say a single word, lmao, out of the class, or would be sitting infront of my class. It was such a hate-hate relationship.

6) Chicken sound

Regardless of years. I shall never forget this incident. Lunch breaks over. Assembly was at the canteen, cause it was raining. Despite the frequent “Keep quiet” yells, it was still noisy. This Half Ang moh beside me[Ben is his name], had to do that chicken clucking sound, and knowing our dear discipline master’s hot favourite, guess who he pulled out? Your HERO! ME. He actually made me run under the pouring rain at the carpark. Top of it, he called, well, my dad. The catching, me and dad played had home around the dining table……cant forget too…

7) Fights

Seen em, Did em, ignored em. All for the dumbest of reasons. Dont expect some hong kong gangster movie concept to happen. “I not happy cause he indian” or “I not happy cause i ‘think’ he took my stuff”. Couple of punches as usual, kicks too. Stuff like that.

Summary.

As u can see, i didnt have the best times in my primary school, These are only part of it. When i think of it, ima surprised how im not mentally affected, or how i’ve changed soo much. People say im good, decent, innocent etc etc now. I’d say im sick of being bad.

Flashback #5

Flashback #7

Somethings just never seems to happen…

1)PLAN: 18 June 2006. 21st birthday at Downtown east, poolside chalat, in fact, whole pool. Great food. Crazy amount of alchohol. Bla bla bla

BUT: “The family mans” forgot bout the 18 June 2006, but were celebrating 19 June 2006….Father’s day. Birthday boy didn’t even drink.

2)PLAN: Late night, Starving…passed by all the other stores, travelled far, heeding the advice of “small bro” to eat at the macdonalds near his place.

BUT: Reached the Freaking place, to admire the glass panels of a empty run down Mac. An Indian boy was successfully beaten up that day.

3)PLAN: NS days. Plans to take leave to Game whole day at home. Online madness!!!!

BUT: Earthquakes happens, “Underwater cables” screws up, Fishes gets to surf fer free instead. Freaking net goes off, can’t go online. Cursesssss…

4)PLAN: NS days again. Couldnt wait to reach home after work,Hungry! Makes fun off traffic police who drives past at PIE. Jokes Jokes bla bla bla

BUT: Couple of sec drive later…..Ass traffic police gets into an accident, have to help him, reached home real late instead…..

5)PLAN: Latest graphic card comes into market. Shop keeper has reserved one already. Go, grab, Fix and game!

BUT: Freaking forgot to bring Nets. Had to go home empty handed. *Note to self: Control emotions

On the bright side, if everything goes according to plan, it’ll be a dull life right…..

Flashback! #4

Flashback #5

Believe it or not!

Kathiravan was the youngest and probably the first to “Sell stones” in Singapore!

True story:

Kathiravan, an innocent primary 2 boy, decided to buy a packet of colored stones which were meant to decorate Fish tanks.Stones were of various sizes. That small packet cost only a dollar then.Stones were sold at the following rate:

Small: $0.20 Big: $0.50

Thou Kathir did not manage to sell everything, he brought home about $15-. Little did this smart fag knew, it was his first and last case of “fraud”, which started the sale of “Magic stones” as we know of now.Rofl. But Kathiravan is all grown up, a true Gentleman now, soo innocent.

There is a witness to this thou…..his mom.

Flashback #6

As much as being brilliant, Kathiravan has been dumb enough to do the following, unknowingly:-

1) Has actually used liquid soap instead of toothpaste on his toothbrush before…more then once….curses..

2) Has actually thrown “Stainless steel” folks and spoons together with empty cup noodles.

3) Has actually cried whenever anyone with a dark complexion comes near him. Was a small kid then. Racism at such an age.

4) Has sprain his neck least once a year during his secondary school days. It’s amazing, how it only occurs whenever his bathing. Additional info: 1 particular sprain lasted for a whopping Month, the whole school knew. Curses….

5) Has the habit of flipping a dollar coin after a small prayer to get answers. Thou this has stopped in the public since the arrival of the movie”Sivaji the boss”. It still continues at his own privacy. Additional info: It has an extremely high accuracy rate till now.

6) Has broken into his own apartment after locking himself up on numerous occasions. Additional info: Has lock-picked his own room to get in too.

7) Has actually whacked [1 hit only] a lady with a newspaper[rolled] accidently. Additional info: Occured at Sec 5, personally ask for more info, long story.

Finale: Was actually dumb enough to write all this down. Additional info: To be honest on all his post