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Walking down the lanes of Singapore, some of these roads reveal a hidden history that has become so integrated with the current modern city that we might fail at times to realise their hidden stories and times. Just as I and Jess was walking down the road of Bendemeer leading to Little India’s Perumaal Road, I spotted this awesome row of shophouses that has turned into such a ‘pretty’ for todays modernisation and stays strong till today. Sadly its so hidden that I have not seen it till today. The architecture is wonderful and the roses that cover the wall, it is a 1950s Singapore.
Enjoy the photos
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FORGETTING KEYS! This time it was not my house keys but keys to my grandmother’s residence. I was supposed to help my aunt to set up her brand new computer during one of my camp-off days. So I jolly well equipped myself with my mp3 player, diary to plan for my birthday, cards and everything else that I might probably need. The journey was simple and fast. Then the time came. Just before I could possibly tap my ‘Ez-link’ rd onto the reader, something in my mind questioned me.
“Where are your keys?” uh oh! thats it. I freaked out for a moment. And I had like 3 hours of time to kill before my aunts and grand mother returns home. I tried calling bharathi and yogeswari. Yogeswari was just reaching home. So I tried bharathi. And thankfully, she was out. So she agreed to meet me at Jurong.
I immediately took a train and managed to catch to up with her. We pretty had a jolly time chatting over two Macdonald sundaes. YOu are wrong if you are thinking that, we each had one sundae. Both sundaes were eaten by me. LOL. I could not resist the temptation!
Catching up at my grandmother’s place. My grandmother made her reowned tea for me. and my aunt who realised I was fasting for panghuni, bought me all kinds of snacks from inipu kachan to HL milk. It is a time of great memories to stay in that house and think of those old times.
I just feel lucky at times. Thank the God who graces us with HIS LOVE!
ps: Special Thanks to Bharathi who helped me to kill time and made time worthful by catching up with her. Thanks Bharathi !
After a very long wait, Kannan Thurairaj alias KESH finally turns TWENTYONE! and yes, this is a very big issue for me. Its the time where I stand on my own feet. What I earn is what I survive on. Before I go on to the Indian penal code of being 21, lets me blog my tradition of well-wishes!
Gayathri’s sms: Happy 21st my dearest bro ! Always keep smiling. Love you hell loads. Muahx.
Seeni’s sms : Monkry happy Birthday! 21 already .. so old Lol.. Enjoy your day in camp ok. Take care dude.
Parnella’s sms : Happy Birthday!
Just because a person I know of has became a very good friend and close friend of yours does not give you even the right to comment about my friendship with the person. And when you said these words for the second time, i quietly hid the hurt and still talked jolly-well like an idiot.
Asking people questions and to ask that sarcarstically is not something nice to do. I have no energy to retaliate back. I will just conceal my hurt and live on.
I don’t believe in having best friends once my best friend passed away in 2001. After that incident, I do not believe in having best friends cause no one can ever take his place. My family comes first and yes, before my friends. I do not believe in person enjoyment before family’s importance.So what if all my friends are hi-bye types? Don’t I have a pal like my dad and a close gal
Tears have to be shed one day. Even if it is not today, there will be a day where the tear has to be shed. If this does not take place, the tear will solidify and become as a burden for the heart. A guy even though, is no different of a normal human being with various and average feelings, desires is not allowed to shed tears just like that. That time has to come or peharps, it is a never ? As the saying goes, a guy’s tear is worth a youth.
Shedding tears silently when I ‘dismantle’ friendships on purpose. Shedding tears silently when people say to me things that hurts deeply. It is even painful when I not react to it accordingly. Instead, just smile back and carry on a happy conversation.
Recently I ‘dismantled’ my friendship with iswaran. It was such a painful thing to do and every word that I said came out of me involuntarily, like a person who was made of stone heart, I spoke ungratefull and nothing more than an ingrate.
I could not find any other way to salvage this friendship that was sinking to the deep waters. I am a person who will tolerate any nonsense except extreme selfishness and over-possesiveness. Anyone who tries to invade my life, earns my wrath. And when I say, I am angry, it really means I am angry. Pushing your luck further and giving me an excuse of playing afool will bring you no where. When words are concerned, there is a limit. When the limit is crossed, no matter who you are, I will never foorgive you again.
The only person who prolly got salvaged in this particular stage will be Rajen. For those who still come to my blog silently after I have detached myself from their friendships, will know what I mean. I will never utter a single word back to person who I have detached my friendship with.
ITs the happening time of the year again! I fulfilled my vow after doing pooja at home, adorned my yellow vaeshti, and all ready to bear the kudam. It was a very beautiful morning, the temple was so beautiful and peaceful. Everything else went smoothly, and the milk that poured unto the Lord which I carried, that very scene stands in my eyes till now.
I saw so many familiar faces and there was even dhivya from YCKSS. I was thinking, I thought that she migrated to some part. Oh well, It was a beautiful day.
Happy Panghuni Uttiram!
தட்டித தவிழும் செல்லப் பிள்ளே
தந்தைக்கு மந்திரம் சொன்ன பிள்ளை
தொட்டிலில் ஆடும் அழகு பிள்ளை
கண்ணனுக்கு அவன் ம௫மகன் பிள்ளை
கார்த்திகை பெண்கள் வளர்த்த தங்க பிள்ளை
பால முருகன் என்ற தமிழ் பிள்ளை
With my Princess
Pretty well a day went without a hitch. My birthday comments have started flowing in once again, and thank you so much for those who sent me comments. It is really sweet of you all. Jeremy Chan once said to me that, the best day to honour a person is not any other day than the person’s birthday. I do not know if he said that consciously, yet that words have stood in my mind till today even though years have swept the calenders.
MSN chats were mostly with Bharathi, Rajen, Venthini, Darshene, Shah, Yoges, Jenny and some others. Quite a boring day, not much friends around. And I thought everything would end well so that I can retire for an early night.
But problems love us so much that it has to come in and say ‘good night’.I just blasted off someone in MSN and then maintained my cool. I do not find it appropriate to share it now. I am half way through my invitation cards and there is still alot of work left to do.
I believe I am gonna complete it all and yea!
She is one the very first few in my secondary school to turn 21st! Surely, her 21st birthday party is not something to be missed. So after I booked out from camp, I was suppose to meet Mohana at Little India Mrt Station. Then I realised I did not buy any gift for Sinthiya. So I hurried to AMK Hub and bought a purplicious wallet for her and got myself converse sneakers! I came home, changed and off I went to meet Miss Mohana. I was running late as well and the worst thing that had to happen in Little India MRT station was, I mistook Hemalatha for Mohana!!! Sheesh! That was such an embarrasement. I mean it has been years since I saw those people!
Everything was nice and it was a cosy party though darshy sabo-ed me to the stage. I in return sabo-ed both of them. Sinthiya was like extremely gorgeous la. No other girl stole the limelight for sure. To my suprise, Yogeswari Chandrasegaran was performing in the Mannarkudi dance performance. I met Sanjay, Suresh, Cynthia, Vishnu and many other familar face/friends.
Its time for the snaps.
![[[ Sinthiya's 21st ]] She blows the candles](http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y59/hirishikesh/Sinthiya21st/Sinthiya21stBday12.jpg)
![[[ Sinthiya's 21st ]] CUT!](http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y59/hirishikesh/Sinthiya21st/Sinthiya21stBday13.jpg)
And there comes my friends.
![[[ Sinthiya's 21st ]] DARLIE white HEMA!](http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y59/hirishikesh/Sinthiya21st/Sinthiya21stBday14.jpg)
![[[ Sinthiya's 21st ]] Junior, Mona](http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y59/hirishikesh/Sinthiya21st/Sinthiya21stBday1.jpg)
For the rest of the pictures, catch it on my Friendster
Last but not least, Sinthiya’s present!
It is OFF week. I can repeat that again. OFF days are the great days when your entire folks are around or prolly you have someone to spend the afternoon with. But it is so not great when you are spending it at home with loads of work to be settled. It is not such a bad thing when considering a visit to my grandmum’s place later on.
Lots of events have taken place recently and many thoughts that I am so willing to publish right here on blog, is engaged in long que list. Apparently, some fall out. I too want to organise my blog, finding it quite a messy place.
THANKYOU to those who came to my blog. It has reached high headcounts. BUT, please leave comments so that I can know =)
Meeting DA GREAT SHAHJAHAN
After like so many months yea, I finally got to meet shahjahan. Yea, I know. The name fantasized me just as much as it does. It was a very cool introduction with loads of packed interruptions. Though we did not plan our day, everything went smoothly and considering the long stretch walk from Orchard Road to Little India and finally to Bugis.He met my mum and granny who was apparently looking for a saree for Gayu in Little India and he even aided my mum in choosing her saree (you know women, sarees are their other diamonds).At the end of the day, I feel so glad that I got to have a ‘decent’ and a very good friend like shah. Its just that feeling that lingers in the after effect part yea.
3 Good Cheers to our Friendship deh!
More Photos are coming. Check this post!
BOOM! my birthday is approaching. My senses are getting intrigued. I am not sure if I should apply for leave, even if I do, will I be granted one? on my birthday. But the best thing is that I am able to book out for PANGHUNI UTRAM! I finally can fulfill the vow and celebrate a pre-bday in temple with my parents.
THANKS so much to PAVITRA, SHAH, RAJ, YOGESWARI for helping me out with my birthday stuff and there’s GOWRI as well ! I owe these people big time and I cant control my excitement for my birthday bash! Kesh 21st Birthday Party!
Going out with shahjahan was such a unique experience for me. He was like so different from my other guy friends. Thats the right amount of crap. Thats the right amount of walking. Thats the right amount of time. Everything was just right for the day and it is a good thing to have such a buddy.
On Saturday morning, Pavitra cracked a joke that made me laugh my heart out. HAHAS. I will not “maanathey vaangaran” her by blogging about it, yet will remember it for future laugh outs.
Yoges was not feeling that well “HEARTLY” so was Jenny. Though I could try to help YOGES as much as I could, for the latter, I was totally helpless. I feel bad. But things are going to be alright and THEY WILL BE ALRIGHT =D
I should be glad. Even though things are not going 100% right for me, the current situation seems just perfectly serene for me to settle and relax in. It should be the grace of God and the secured love of people around me. Just would like to mention that, Thank You to that invisible mighty force.
On wednesday, things will see through. a small smile and a un certain mind awaits the future.
Being back at home is one of the really wanted things that I yearn for now and then. The thought of being away from your family is a very serious issue in my perspective. Now that I am back at least for the next 1 and 3/4 days, my life has returned to my face upon seeing my parents face.
I was just telling Yogeswari on the phone last night that I will not raise my kid like the way my parents and grandparents did. By putting so much love on that kid, he suffers real badly when he is seperated from them. I had a small laugh to myself after that.
My parents seem to be squabbling for every small issue and it is so humourous that I cannot control my laughter. I even think so that squabbles at your mid age with your spouse is a kind of love. Just like, there was this movie where between two women folk were conversing. One was telling another, it is just an extraordinary feeling of love to get slapped by your husband. I wonder how true, guess it is all in our minds.
I am back. I am happy. Being home is the best. I love my parents. I love every inch of my home.
Enjoy the weekend guys.
When the program samples started showing during breaks in Vijay Tv, the theme song did attract me but I did not really bother much about the serial. After a few weeks, most of my Vijay Tv addicted friends were telling me how wonderful the drama was and made me even catch it on Youtube. I am now addicted to the theme song severely.Here’s the theme song.
Things are going fast yet there is always this word, ’slow’ that does not fail to be against your thinking of fast movement. I just wish that BMT would be over in no time and I can POP. I somehow wonder if I would fail my BMT. It is just a feeling that is lingering in me.
I am unwell still. I need to drag my legs to the kitchen to consume medicine and clear my field bag as well as settle stuff. I just feel sucky. Spent the afternoon chatting with my dad, Sanjay, Rajen, Mishalini and Vana.
Last night was with Yogeswari, Raj, Vithia, Sharmila, Madhavan, Asha, Bharathi. It is wonderful to chat back with your friends and know that someone actually missed you while being away in field camp.
I received the photos of ’Revelations’, a dance drama production which I and my sis attended. I gonna blog about it soon! So watch out for the empty space yea!
So what if my lips turn dead, my last breath will carry your name….
Seriously coughing, with loads of phlegm stuck in my feeling totally unwell, and the Sir in camp thought I am ‘kenging’.
For goodness sake, this is my first time report sick -.-
haiz.
Others just affect me so much. Feeling sucky!
![[[ Sinthiya's 21st ]] SheSABOS! Dashy!](http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y59/hirishikesh/Sinthiya21st/Sinthiya21stBday7.jpg)
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