Saturday, July 19, 2008

Sathai & Saakadai



Just before my beloved shini whacks me with a slipper, I guess I'll deliver on what I promised. A new play's in town called Sathai & Saakadai. [In translation, skin and err, sewage? I don't know much about this. If need be, I'd put you through to the lady in charge. Maybe what she sent me might be of help if you're interested and intelligent enough to indulge in intellectual plays like this.]

"Flesh explores the reality of human behaviour being taken as a product of interest. Sexual satisfaction is juxtaposed as flesh trade. This concept is triggered from the recent influx of media programmes, where sexuality was used as a commodity to satisfy a global demand. The writer tries to highlight the sexual expectations and exploitations that occurs socially through this experimental performance. The play is positioned within a complex barter trade practiced in society where sex is the commodity."

"'Saakadai', penetrates into our identity beyond our given names and digs out the disgust, filth and rubbish we have successfully decorated with materialistic forms over all these years. The play explores the disgusting nature of people where the words they speak, emit the stench of faeces; the sights they see, direct to the residence of vulgar; the things they do, shock and cripple one’s comprehension on the way some people can live their lives.. lives of sewer. 'Saakadai' devours on the stinking societal issues that are happening right before our very own eyes yet regarded transparent as if it never existed."

[Yes yes, I know this show's soo not me. Cannot help it. I promised her I'll blog this. Everyone knows vulgar's my middle name. BUT, it'll be good for the rest of you. Do not follow my footsteps. I've booked a one way ticket to hell as it is. And if you need to find out more, do let me know. My MSN add's on the right. Or visit the links listed below to find out more. Adios.]

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Praba - 1:46 AM 0 comment(s)

Off You Go

Back and once again in trouble with the law. This time the CID's are looking for me. Came over to my house and searched. Threatened to issue an arrest warrant if I didn't turn up at the cantonment complex this monday. Damn, they just have to have a go at me. Ignoring that, it's about time. I've said it once, I'll say it till my last breath. Fuck you rich motherfuckers. This one thing, stays strong in my heart. Till death does me apart.

If you, even in your wildest dreams, ever had this thinking that I came from a well to do/average family, wipe that damn thought off your fuck mind immediately. I hate the rich. I hate money. And I don't give a motherfuck if you rich fucks love me or hate me. I don't give a motherfuck how you bought your condo/bungalow/car or whatever valuable. Be it movable or unmovable property. You're still rich to me. You do not deserve my friendship. What the fuck do people like you know about us? What have you seen to tell me you didn't have an easy time having what you've got. Fuck you. You don't know what I have been through. Have you ever slept with your family along with every single thing you owned under a block just because you didn't have a house to stay in? Fuck you. Have you ate bread for a whole week cause you wanted to save that much money that could afford you bread day after day? Fuck you. Have you ever had to walked from one destination to another kilometers apart just cause you didn't have enough to afford a bus to say the least? Fuck you. Don't come tell me you ain't rich and that your parents are. I will fucking slap you to your grave if I ever chance upon you. You think everyone in Singapore is well to do and not poor? What the fuck do you know? I've been there, done that. I've slept together with drug addicts sharing the same cardboard box and thrown towel exchanging opinions on how cruel life is. I've slept together with people who stab for a living who knew my situation listening to how tough life is and what I should do to make it out. Heck, I've eaten with prostitutes whom, while eating, have teared and told me how tough life was that made them change. Did you even know there are Singaporean prostitutes who sell themselves just because they need to make ends meet? You rich fucks know nuts. Don't fucking act like you went through hell to make it big. Fuck you. I've seen hell. And fuck, now hell's afraid. Put me anywhere, I'll make it out of it. Such was the intensity of what I went through. My mum's my queen. Single handedly, she brought up two kids to where they stand now. She taught me how to stay strong in desperate situations. She taught me survival. She taught me life. I've ran away from home and did things that'll make you pop your eye. I've been through so much that I nearly wanted to end my life once cause I thought the end was nearing. I've lost counts on the times I was at the rooftop with my friends drinking and I would walk over to the edge thinking everything would be fine if I just leaped across. I've hung out with people whom the society chucked aside and labeled. Why the fuck would I care? They gave me food when I needed it most. They offered shelter when the rest were happily in their own homes warm and cozy. I don't wanna hear you rich fucks talk. I don't want anyone to condemn others. What the fuck do you know about their hardship? I will slap the words along with the letters back into your windpipe and watch u choke with glee. Who the fuck was there for me when I had nowhere to go? Where were my relatives? What the fuck did friends do for me? Most importantly, where was this stranger called my dad when my mum was struggling all by herself trying to make sure I didn't go hungry and had shelter over my heads? I depended on absolutely no one. Cause it's always you against the world. Never, ever depend on someone. Stand on your fucking feet. And please do take note. If you live in anything bigger than a HDB flat, you are deemed rich and do not come anywhere with my arm's radius. A punch will be thrown at you. In case you didn't know, I'll let you know. I do not associate with anyone rich. I might smile but it'll end as that. I will not hang out with you nor make conversation. And do not make conversation and end up hurt like someone this morning. I'm don't care who you are in society but you certainly mean shit to me. I'll throw anyone away without any mercy. Be it my friend or family. And that leaves me with one last issue to settle.

Friends. Very important elements of life- NOT. For every friend, I lose, I can make two more. If you ever thought you can fuck me up and I'll just keep quiet and forget about it, think twice. You try once, I'll fuck you twice. It goes in the doubles. Today I'm about to let you know that you've been fucked off from my life. With or without your consent. So if you've disappeared from my life for months, made plans and canceled at the very last fucking minute when I apply leave coz I gave your fuck ass too much importance, tried contacting you but magically your phone failed to receive ONLY my particular calls and messages or got attached and detached yourself from your friends, keep your status that way. Coz I don't wanna see you returning back. Please don't come ask me if I am angry with you. I am not. No offense and none taken. I have far too many friends to bother about you anyway. I gave you importance and your bitch ass took it for granted. Now I don't know who you are and you, definitely don't know me well enough. By tomorrow, my phonebook will have less than 20 numbers and my friendster will be limited to a total capacity of100 people only. 100 people who have made me feel like I was important in their lives along with new friends made. And not just to make up the numbers.

After thinking through, I decided to not fuck your name up here. I shall instead drop you clues that I waved your bitch ass goodbye. Saves your face. Appreciate the fact that I saved you that much at the least for negligence.

1) Your contact number would have been deleted off by now and your calls and messages will not be entertained henceforth.
2) Your email address would have been erased off from my list and every single mail you send me will be sent to my thrash which auto-deletes itself.
3) You will no longer be in my MSN contact list coz I obviously think contacts are very important and you are cluster-fucking my MSN.
4) You will no longer be greeted by smiles but instead a sharp stare from me when I bump into you in the streets.
5) You will no longer be in my friendster and my profile will be private so that you won't need to dig into my ass to find out what's happening in my life. [
Go check and see if you qualified under my 'not- needed anymore' category. The number of friends dropped from a near 200 to just 100 now.]
6) Any other means of communication which enables you to interact with me.

Just before I go, I just thought I let you know that I don't need the whole world for friends. I am not running a popularity contest on earth. I just need a few good ones. Will make my day. And this blog will be soon password protected. So if the rest of you need to read, you know who to ask for the password when I do password protect it soon. Adios.

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Praba - 1:20 AM 6 comment(s)

Thursday, July 17, 2008

21 Days Gone By

After the torturous 21 days in hell, they think they can change me. Are you fucking out of your mind? Where in the world did anyone get such an idea? It's my way or the highway. Magically, they now think I'm awaiting the opportunity to overthrow the SAF. See, the SAF is very used to having submissive bitches. So when someone like me steps in once in a while, they just don't know how exactly to handle you. Point is, I was born to stand out. Not blend in. So fuck what you heard. It's what you're hearing.

Anyhow, today, after god-knows how long, I came across the most horrible friend on earth. AGAIN. The last time I did something for him was when I rewrote the lyrics to "Sorry, blame it on me" by Akon into something sweet as a change to love letters. Which his, then girlfriend now ex-girlfriend, read and dropped on her knees for him cause it was, by far, the most sweetest thing she has ever read. She went around showing all her friends how awesome it was what her boyfriend had written for her. I knew from then that a relationship between them was impossible. She actually thought he wrote that by himself. Shows how much she knows him. Him, of all people. The guy who misspelled 'snake' as 'sanke' and argued with me for 10 minutes during my recess time when I was still eating my $1 Mee Soto that his was the American way of spelling snake. Tsk Tsk.

Meanwhile, I owe two friends two favours. I am extremely shagged to the giduga today. I will however blog real soon [NOTE:The word 'soon' is subjective here. And please put down that parang.] And yes SATOI, sorry sorry, shini, I will blog about your 'Sathai & Saakadai' pretty soon. I've not chucked it aside. And no, I will not follow my policy of 'Why delay what you can do today when you can completely forget about it' on you. How could I? I is will blog it soon miss shini. Pinky promise to the Pipi.

[P.S: Don't ask me why so last minute one hor. If not for last minutes, I wouldn't even get anything done!]

Adios.

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Praba - 2:05 AM 4 comment(s)

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Till Then

If you've missed me, fret not. I is will be back home again on the 16th of this month. Aparently they've hyped up my punishment to 21 days of charge instead of the intended 14. Till we meet again and I blog till the roof comes down, you take care. And by the way, anything important, my number is 91094353. I understand some don't have it. Now you don't have an excuse. Till I speak and you listen again, adios.

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  • Anonymous Anonymous @ HEY FUCK U! U DUN FUCKIN COME N GIVE ME LINKS ON MSN TO READ THIS CRAP SHIT OF URS U FUCKIN UDNERSTAND. REALLIE DUN FUCK ARND WIF ME LUH... U TINK EVERYONE NO LIFE LIKE U ISIT...SO FREE IN LIFE TO CALL U N CHECK UP ON U..PPL R BUSY WIF THEIR LIVES MAKING THEIR FUTURE. FRENSHIP SHULD BE IN THE HEARTS LUH OK. U FUCKIN MORON. TALK LIKE AN ADULT OK. U FUCKIN DUN TALK ABT RICH PPL JUST CUZ U R POOR. DATS NONE OF OUR FUCKIN BUSINESS U FUCKN UNDERSTAND? U FUCKIN GO DO TWO JOBS...IF U NEED MONEY OK. DUN JUST SIT THERE N LAMENT ABT HOW FUCKN POOR U ARE, I'LL ASK MY BROTHER TO BREAK UR FUCKN FACE IF U PASTE ME SUCH LINKS ON MSN TO READ UR FUCK CRAPS. U FUCKN DROP OUT OF POLY N WAS LAZYIN AT HOME N U JUSTIFIED IT BY SAYING U JOINED THE COURSE TO MAKE UR MOM HAPPY N DEN U SAID U CANT GET A JOB IN SINGAPORE. SO MUCH FOR THE 'EFFORTS' U PUT IN. SOME RICH PPL ARE HARDWORKIN AND DEY DO NOT SETTLE FOR FOOD WITH THE PROSTITUTES OR CARDBOX HOUSES U FUCKN UDNERSTAND. U CAN FUCKN TALK SO MUCH RYT..WHY DUN U FUCKN PUT THEM INTO ACTIONS? AND DEN MAYBE U WUN BE 'POOR'. U FUCKN FREE TO BOTHER UR FRENS. WAD THE FUCK DYA WAN FRM UR FRENS.? (WHO THE FUCK CARES ABT FRENSTA? WHY FRENSTA FEEDING YOU AND GONNA PREVENT YOU FRM LIVING IN CARDBOX HOUSES ISIT?) U WANT THEM TO CALL U EVERY SECOND, MSG YOU, TALK TO U, FUCK U? WHY DUN U FUCKN USE THE TIME MASTURBATING TO TINK OF WAYS TO PREVENT EATING WIF PROSTITUTES AND LIVING IN CARDBOX BOXES. U DUN FUCKN PUT PPL DOWN FOR NOT BEING THERE FOR U, AM SURE THEY WLD HF TRIED N GIVEN UP. SERIOUSLY PRABA, I HAF LOST MY RESPECT FOR U. U FUCKN WAKE UP UR BLOODY IDEAS. I'M SERIOUSLY THE LAST PERSON U SHULD MSG ALL THESE RUBBISH ON MSN TO, U UNDERSTAND. PPL OSO HF THEIR PROBS U FUCKN PSYCHO! INFACT I REGARDED U AS MY FREN...UP TILL I READ UR BLOG. U FUCKN PULL URSELF TOG. N FACE REALITY LUH ALRYT. 3:59 PM
  • Anonymous Anonymous @ Ha ha ha ha ha....if i were you ( OWNER OF THE BLOG)i wud have hung myself ;) SHAMELESS. Lazy people always complain they are poor. You think money drop from da sky?

    Mad fuck. Getta lyfe. You dont like rich people becoz you are an hypocrite. You dont know how hard it is to earn money. You hate money? Wah...sure or not? You need ten cents to even use a public toilet la brotha...dont tell me u'll save money and urinate in public...argh...man now that stinks.

    Wat were you doing in a club then, u poor ass ? LMAO. Dont tell me your friends treat you. Now thats even stinky,you nuclear fart. You need money got it? So work for it.

    Lyke what she said,baby you are so free. Try doing two jobs,you'll know what hardship is. How hard it is to make money. Lazy people with attitude lyke you always have problems with money. Sorry to say this...money may not be everything but it is something you shud have for survival. Look! you aint from tribal who eat leaves and drink sea water,you stupid retarded poop. Do something worthwhile for the time you spend here or seek a psychiatrist coz baby you juz cant think ;)Why the fuck you wanna complain about rich people when you dont know what shyt they went thru? You jus sit at home and blog all the time. Wait wait...elaborate the word "POOR" for me again. Do they have a computer at home? Before you compare yourself with the richs here, do it with the poor souls out of singapore. Ya much better off, swine.

    PS. Have some humility to accept others words. Live life simply and dont complain. Dont be so shallow minded and judge people based on their material possession.
    Wise up young man ;) 10:03 PM
  • Anonymous Anonymous @ praba i think u r abit impulsive and caught up with sticking to your own values like a stubborn old fashioned general. In order to have your on values that may not match that of a society's norms or the regulation, u shld have a certain stage of ethical motivation. Without which, all that u potray yourself to be will be naught but a charade. Discrimination without knowing e bigger picture is foolishness, not wisdom. We all have had our fair share of hardships be it rich or poor .. black or white.the rich pay a price for being rich and famous, trust me ( they just don't show it- which may be a gd or a bad thing). Everything is not what just meets the eye. Perhaps you shld change the way you see and infer. 9:09 AM
  • Anonymous Anonymous @ no hard feelings. i think u're a fine chap with loads of potential. Well channelled, and you'll come a long way.

    Regards
    Azzy 9:11 AM
  • Anonymous Anonymous @ yo bro. the IP add 4 the 1st & 2nd different. mayb frm office or home. ders a way to get the exact add since u have the tracker. 4 example under the path,

    cm185.omega150.maxonline.com.sg (Starhub Cable Vision Ltd)

    u give me the 'cm185.omega150' and the address i can give u. but if it come from office or smt den i can only get you the add of the office. not the person. but i can only help with starhub. not singtel. call when on friday wen u book out. 11:25 AM
  • Blogger Praba @ No need to wait for friday. I is out on leave bro. Needless hassle. The first anonymous writer, I've spoken to her this morning. The second one, don't you think she just gave away herself? This is the problem with lengthy comments. You unknowingly give it away. Don't make yourself become famous in this very blog. Next time try harder. My job is done here. You can moan all you want, scream all you want but ain't gonna mean no shit to me. I make the rules, I break em. And azzy, thanks for the two cents worth. Adios. 3:39 PM
  • Anonymous Anonymous @ hies!! jus popping by :) 10:02 PM
  • Anonymous Anonymous @ Papakailan!!!i miss euuu....
    hehe!! 9:26 AM
  • Anonymous Anonymous @ eu noe..ive neva quitee met anyone like eu b4..eu're 1 of a kind manz! veri intelligent n extremely humourous..tank god 4 eu man n tankz 4 making mi laugh so hard yeztadae..i reli appreci8 eu 4 bein der 4 me yeztadae..n mi mummie said she will cook 4 eu specially bicoz eu made mi laugh..kip makin mi laugh okie n mi mummie wil cook more 4 eu!..haha!

    tanks alottx,
    sabrina. 11:51 AM
  • Blogger Praba @ Hello petrina. And angel, no one is allowed to miss me. I is a priest in the making hor! And sabrina, it's alrite la. We poors have no one but ourselves to confide in for comfort. Glad i was of help. and tell your mummy i want chicken mutton and fish briyani!! no prawns and crabs. i is allergic to em'. You know what to do now rite? :P 11:57 PM
  • Anonymous Anonymous @ U r Back!!!
    Weeee!!! 6:58 PM
  • Blogger Praba @ Corrections my friend. I'm back with a vengeance. Top it up with some venom. 12:14 AM

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Praba.
20 This Year.
Cursed to be here.
First to be clear.

You won't understand till we trade places.
I need my own breathing spaces.

See, my life ain't promised.
But it'll sure get better.
Hope you undastan my love letter.

I dropped 5 times but I'm still breathin'.
Livin' proof there's a god if you need a reason.

I think about it everyday.
I haf so much to say.
My main thing was to be major paid.
This game's sharper than a muthafuckin' razor blade.

I wanna be meaningful.
Not winnin' fools.
I followed fools.
Swallowed rules.
Now I'm starting to trip.
I'm losing my grip.

Many were impressed when they saw praba writin'.
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