Saturday, August 30, 2008
If you know of any good blogs to read, do put me through to some. Been donkey years since I sat down to read blogs. And I don't want some random loser spewing shit about how bad his monday blues was or some sucker ranting on how sad his life is. Something worth reading. Something unique. Something that'll compliment my time blogging this. Adios.And I might just need your help. Anyone knows where to get Kaavadi decorations? You know, the beads and all those kinda stuff. Those ready made ones. I don't have time to buy and make one myself. Do keep in mind that it's a classic kaavadi and not some anjadi-fied pin-ja-di. I know you do not know what pin-ja-di means. Just be happy that it rhymed. [I don't know what the fuck it means either. Too much religious lessons.] So yea, do let me know. Arab street sucks to the core cause I couldn't find any ready made stuff. It's all DIY kinda stuff. Or if you know anyone selling/doing these kinda stuff, put em' through to me. Thanks. Adios.
Labels: Decorations, India, New Zealand Kaavadi, NS, Thaipusam
Saturday, August 23, 2008
The Return Of The Father And Son
Father: Nothing in life comes free. You have to work hard for everything. Nowsaday, [Note the nows-a-day] nothing is easy in Sing-KA-pore. [I loved the way he emphasized on the word 'KA'] Must study hard and earn good money so that you can support yourself. Money not easy to earn one hor. Earn also not enough. Must know how to save. Don't go waste your money smoking and drinking. Must always have good habits. Money is so easy to spend these days. Especially youngsters.
Son: Yes pa.
Having heard that, I was thinking to myself this must be one of those good men who still graces earth teaching his son a lesson or two about life in Singapore. Of course we'd know the pain of money and hardships and how easy it is for us to spend money. I felt guilty coz I spend half my pay on cigarettes every month. The son probably being only around eleven years old, nodded in agreement to what his dad had to say. I took a good look at the man despite my heavy eye lids which were racing to draw the curtain on my pupils. But I just had to look at him in admiration while he was fiddling with his handphone for being a good father that he was. At least he knows how to bring up his son. Unlike some people who leave their wife to die alone. Anyhow, he dropped me a bomb just as I was looking at him. Like this:
Son: Pa! Pa! I got something to ask you.
Father: Wait wait, I checking 4D results! See if we win money or not. Papa will bring mummy and you out.
Me: *In shocking wondering* WHAT?! Wasn't he the guy who educated his son about money and good habits?
Monday, August 18, 2008
How strange. The number of people reading this blog day by day is rocketing sky high. Which is good in a way. I will be in need of favors soon. Let's see how this blog will help me. By the way, I is dead broke this month. So broke that I'll only send miss calls. No messages will be entertained. I've exceeded my free 100 outgoing minutes by an extra eye popping 300 minutes and my messages have just edged the 10, 000 meter mark. There goes my September pay along with my august pay. Just nice for my handphone bill. So you have it. No messages will be entertained henceforth. Only incoming calls. Any problem, one call. Prabakaran will be up here. Adios.Labels: Handphone
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Not everyone who dropped out of poly is computer literate. I definitely am not. The only thing I can do well on the com is chat, play lan games and watch some porn. That's it. Nothing else. I do not know how to fix computers or computer viruses. So do not ask me again if I know this and that. Even my computer knowledge is way off. A friend of mine keeps asking me questions to which I don't have an answer for. And the answers I had, didn't really impress him. As illustrated. Let's come to the point. I don't know computer terms. The terms I know, however, do not coincide with computers. I have an encyclopedia of words which doesn't make sense to me. Like those stated below.Word: Chip.
Meaning: Cookies. Only chocolate. Chocolate chip cookies rock!
Word: Microchip.
Meaning: That's what's left in the bag after you finish it.
Word: Web.
Meaning: What spiders make.
Word: Website.
Meaning: The location where the spider makes the web.
Word: Cursor.
Meaning: The Chinese bastard who keeps saying "Chow Chee Bai"
Word: Byte.
Meaning: What mosquitoes do.
Word: Bit.
Meaning: What mosquitoes did.
Word: Megabyte.
Meaning: What tekka mosquitoes do.
Word: Microsoft.
Meaning: A women's @%#$&!!!!!#$@#$#!!!!!
Word: File.
Meaning: What you use to cut metals.
Word: Server.
Meaning: The guy at the restaurant who fucks up your orders with someone elses. Rascal.
Word: Mouse.
Meaning: That hairy little thing the cat never stops bullying.
Word: Mouse Pad.
Meaning: Do you really want me to explain this?
Word: Window.
Meaning: What SOME people leap from after SNEAKING out to CLUB. *Coughs*
Word: Software.
Meaning: What women wear on their chest.
Word: Hardware.
Meaning: What's on their legs that comes up after trying to connect with the software.
I is out of ideas. Flu killing me. I'll go rest. Adios.
Labels: Computer
Son: Pa.
Dad: *No response*
Son: Pa!
Dad: *Still no response*
Son: PA!
Dad: *Yet no response*
Son: DEI ANAND!
Dad: *In the most caring of voices* What boy?
Son: I calling you so many times right?
Me: *Stunned*
If this was me in my younger days talking to my dad that way, I wouldn't have lived to blog this today.
Labels: Kids
Monday, August 11, 2008
When boredom strikes, I do weird stuff.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Me: Hey, I messaged you thrice over the last three days. Where the fuck were you?Friend: Hey, very very sorry! Had a lot of people chatting with me la.
Me: Oh, thus the lack in replies la?
Friend: Yea. Sorry la. Had too many people to reply so I didn't notice. Hope you understand la.
Me: No worries. I understand.
Friend: Thanks for understanding Mr. Witty! I appreciate it! And how're you?
Me: It's alrite. I am fine. And I am just gonna do you a favor since I am such a nice friend.
Friend: *laughs* That's good! What favor?
Me: I have just deleted you off my list. Now you won't have to worry about replying. See, I told ya I am such an understanding friend.
Friend: Hey, relax la. Why so pissed about such small thing?
Me: Nah, it ain't something trivial to me. Why would I bother chatting with some fuck who doesn't bother replying? You think I am so free? So off you go. Don't need to worry about replying from now on. Adios. [Insert smiley face here]
Friend: Hey wait la! I was busy la!
Me: *Sign out*
Simple does it. And question of the day: Why clusterfuck your contacts when you can wipe out those who don't need to be entertained? Adios.
Labels: Friends
I was scheduled a surgery soon after the appointments at Alexandra hospital and trust me, the surgery hurts real bad. I was placed under local anesthetic which means I'd be wide awake while the surgery goes on. The other form of anesthetic is the general anesthetic in which the patient will be sound asleep while the surgery goes on. The problem with local anesthetic is that, like duh, that you're awake. And it doesn't help much when they tell you to relax while they take out needles from behind you. 5 needles went through my gums. Trust me, I now know what penetration feels like. Might be as bad as an anal. Or even worse. I felt the needle go deep in. Just before she injected me:Me: You're gonna inject where?
Dentist: Relax. Just the veins around that particular spot.
Me: What? Into my mouth?
Dentist: *Laughs* Yes, just relax.
Me: Relax? Why not you lie here and I hold the needle up and tell you to relax?
Dentist: *Laughs* No it'll just hurt a little bit. Just the first injection. From then on, you'll be too numb to realize the other injections.
Me: You mean there's more than one???
Dentist: *Laughs* Yes. I need to inject around 5 times.
Me: 5? Did you just say 5?
Dentist: *Laughs* Yes, but only the first will hurt. Just relax.
Me: You sure?
Dentist: *Laughs* Yes. I do this for a living.
Me: *Wondering if it was too late to get up and run* Some kind of living.
Dentist: *After injecting the first and second* Did the second one hurt?
Me: *ARGHHHH!!!!!*
So there we have it. Never believe a dentist's lies. The second hurt just as bad and I felt the needle go deep into my gums. The next time you're going for a wisdom tooth surgery, expect a lot of pain. [Fucking dentist!] Adios.
Labels: Dentist, Surgery, Widom Tooth
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Ever had the overwhelming feeling of god? When everyone and everything else fails, there's always this one man to count on? That one man who doesn't judge you based on looks, size, health? Heck, even wealth? Always listens and never interrupts? That one man who marks his presence even through silence? That one man whom we all forget at times but never once neglects us in dire times? That one man whom we all should be ashamed for chucking aside? Hands up if you feel guilty. Cause I, sure as hell, was. But, not anymore.Someone asked me if the next thing I blog about be serious or amusing. Nothing amusing here. Look elsewhere if you're just looking for some fun. Praba always blogs cause he has a point to prove. Thing is, I've STOPPED clubbing. Been very long since I stepped into a club. So I don't wanna hear a single thing about clubbing. It's been months since I drank. Guess that's going out the window too. The only thing stuck with me is the smoking habit. And I think it'll be kicked pretty soon. I'm a changing man. Give me a chance. I'll prove my worth.
Bhajans. Believe it or not, I love Bhajans to bits. I don't know why but I keep surprising the masses. If you didn't know, I am in a Bhajan group. Yes, a proper temple one. Sengkang temple if curiosity is fingering you hard. If you just fainted, please get up. It's alright. If you don't know what on earth it is, go ask around. Every single soul who has known me has asked me what the hell I'm doing in a Bhajan. It's my kinda thing. I've loved it since I was a kid. I may be a bad boy since birth but I've always been good and true to the one and only. It's just that overwhelming feeling of peace and calm drifting from all that violence and anger and rage that seriously amazes me. Bhajans ain't something surprising actually. Been hardcore crazy about bhajans since I was a young boy. Nothing beats the joy of singing for god. Am looking for people to join in at the moment. Hit me if you feel me.
The priest in the making. I is planning on becoming a priest. No joke. Have been going to temples regularly and working with priests and finding out more on priest stuff. Won't be long before you see me chanting mantras in temples. Hey, you might see me at your wedding too if luck is on your side. Can you imagine? How cool. Praba at your wedding chanting. Solid. Of course, if I forget a few lines, I might just throw in some remix but yea, I still complete the task in hand at the end of the day.
All said and done, I is will be back soon. Those who have commented, I is have replied. Adios.
