Where have all the Years gone?

Where have all the years gone?

It really is interesting to see how so many of us have grown up so fast...

From Kids who plonked themselves in front of Television set every Saturday to see Pokemon, to young adults who get up every Saturday morning to decided where they are going out today, and what new dreams and goals they are going to achieve...


Where have all the days gone? All the little things we used to do as kids?

Or has the act of growing up weeded out our childhood?


Harry Potter is a good example... A great example.

All of us surely remember the very first time Harry potter and the Sorcerer's Stone came out on the big screen, enthralling us with this new marvelous world which we were transported to every time we pressed play or flipped a page.

I clearly remember afternoons spent cooped up on a sofa with 2 Harry Potter books in front of me. I'll finish them all before midnight...

And if I couldn't, I'd stay up to finish them, hiding under a blanket with a flashlight, just like Harry did, when he had to do homework during his holidays...

But somewhere along the way, 'Awe' and 'Interest' have become replaced with words like 'Childish' and 'Nonsense'...

Is this the curse of growing up?

It saddens me to say that for these past few years, the thrill and euphoria I experienced whenever a new Harry Potter movie or book came out was gone...

I only felt disgust... Like why would anyone watch or read this crap??



Yesterday, I walked into a cinema filled with, oddly enough, adults.

The movie?


Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.



I was amused that so many adults would come to watch such a 'lame' flick...

Why were they here? NO....Why was I here?

Before the movie, I clearly remember telling my friend that this movie sucked and that it wasn't worth watching it. But I'd come for the company... So I decided to just enjoy the company.

But from the moment the reel started to roll, I was taken back to those lazy, cozy afternoons, remembering spells and secret rooms... to characters and locations...

Tt all came rushing back.

I was surprised when I turned to Suadz and told her at one point what Sectum Sempera, the spell meant and what it does. From which dark recess of my mind had this information been extracted from?

I knew the name of the Room in which Draco had found the Vanishing Cabinet... the Room of Requirement...

But the most painful impact came when Snape walked in, and with a single flick of his wand, killed Albus Dumbledore...

At that moment, I felt a rush of emotions through me... Not that the scene was an Oscar award winning moment...But what it meant...


Almost 11 years after I had picked up the first book, after I had been captured by this mystical world, I was witnessing something that really meant a lot to me.


The death of a character who had amazed and amused me all these years... A stone pillar of support who could laugh in the face of danger, with those 'twinkling eyes'... I watched with sadness as that twinkle left his eyes...


It was then that I realized why all these grown up people were sitting there...


This wasn't a movie for kids and children...

For the little ones who could barely understand what 'The Boy who had Lived' was all about...


This was movie for the real Harry potter fans...

The real Harry Potter generation...

Us...

The ones who had grown up on the lightning scar and secret rooms and magic and Qudditch...

Who had grown up on the Boy who Lived....

As I saw the credits roll, I remembered what it was like to be that little boy again...

I walked out with one question answered...


Where have all the years gone?

No where...

They were always right here...

We just didn't know it...

A Marvellous Tale of Adventure and Popcorn...

Just came back from work. Got off early today. Whew!

Im really f***ing overdosed on RedBull right now... How do I sleep without you, 'oh-so-lovely-over-sweetened-pancreas -killing-honey-to-my-lips'. Your smell sends ripples down my spine and i savour your sweetness on the tip of my tongue. Whoo!

Ok. Now that the im-material gay moment is over. Back to my story. Instead of writing out the day in the usual, bland boring way, I've decided I want to.... (wait for it)... WRITE A STORY!

Yes oh-so-marvellous people! I'm going to be write a story on a -oh-so-marvellous day at work.

So it begins, with our hero, sitting in his trench...

The Candy Bar... waiting for his witless prey to come...

the oh-so-dreaded Patron.

He checks his watch. Its only 630. He looks up. Somewhere in the distance, he hears footsteps.

A lot of footsteps...Like the sound of thunder.

He gets up, preparing his counter for the inevitable rush of maddened creatures, hungry mouths waiting to be fed with the piles and piles of food waiting behind him.

He tenses. He's ready. Beside him, his brave comrades get up too. Some quickly re-load their ammo, stocking the racks with chips and sweets. Other prepare their grenades, cups of ice waiting to be filled with the thirst-quenching drinks the enemy so desires.

He sees his prey now, filing up at the gates of hell, thrusting their tickets at the overwhelmed ushers. The ushers move quickly, letting the first through. But they cannot hold on much longer...

Then, the first of them break through.

Rushing blindly forward, they hit the counter like a gargantuan wave, screaming their foul, damned orders, hungry mouths and faces waiting to to be stuffed!

He lobs a few grenades to appease their appetites first, then turns to get the heavy artillery...

The Popcorn.

He rushes forward. Suddenly, his comrades appears to his left, carrying a tray of nachos. Our hero ducks, barely avoiding the hot cheese waiting to scald the inside of some distasteful mouth!

He quickly recovers and gets to the armory to fill up his tanks with the popcorn. He rushes back, just as the disgusting creatures scream for more bloody hotdogs!

Cursing his fate, our hero jumps to the rack to scoop up a few cheesy hotdogs, burning his hands along the way. He gets back in time to receive the smelly, sweat-drenched cash, just as new wave of monsters hit the counter.

He fights this unrelenting crowd for what seems like ages. His comrade to his side yells, overwhelmed. He jumps in to help her, scooping up nachos and hotdogs for her...But is it enough?

Looking around at the screaming and the carnage our hero realises one thing...

They were overwhelmed.

He rushes over to his comm unit to do the one thing he could ...


Call for backup....


In seconds, his general and lieutenant arrive with 2 more soldiers. Now, 7 people are working to fight off the hellish mob!

It starts to work. The mob is slowly thinning out. Our hero glances over at the crowd as he fills up a cup. They were winning!

Within minutes, the mob is all but gone, fleeing to the safety of the darkened chambers where they will sit, enthralled by moving pictures and sound, oblivious to the war that just happened outside.. It was like they were never there.

But our hero knows that soon, a new army will arrive. And they will be under siege again. They had only minutes. They reloaded, restocked and prepared again.

Our hero stares at his watch... 645...

Fifteen minutes... It had seemed like a lifetime...

Over the dark dark horizon...he hears thunderous footsteps...

New Found Belief...

Note: A confusing blog post... If you get headaches, Im sorry...

Its refreshing to find an answer after searching for a long, long time.

And I've found my answer today. A reason to live to the fullest. Im not gonna say what that reason is. It will be confusing for the misinformed and offensive to the hard-headed, but rest assured Ill always be the same...

But my morals may change... But do I care?

Have I ever cared?

Should I ever care?

Yes I should. I love the people in my life, and I care about them a lot.

I also found another reason to reach higher... A reason some may find racist....But I find it to be the greatest reason of all...

A true purpose in life.

This is the most idiotic blog post I've ever written...

But you'll see the answers soon enough...

To a Sister in Need

I know me and Suadz couldn't be there all the way at your chalet...And I know you probably felt sad that we were gone so soon...

But we just want you to know that we both love you alot. Really.

You just out a smile on our lips every single time...without fail. Even with all your compromises and mistakes, we still love you.

So it pains us to hear what you told us last night... It hurt abit. I was a bit saddened...Suadz was furious. What you said was really stupid. So dont ever say it again. you make our friendship sound materialistic... I know this is not the correct word, but you make it seem that way. You pay back what you get kinda thing...

Thats not what friends are for. We're not a bank with loans and payback schemes. We just love to be around our friends and we just love to share our lives and secrets with each other... So you never have to feel indebted to us.

How would you feel if we did the same thing to you???

If you ever want to talk about anything, call us...

We've got nothing but time...

The FlooD of EmotTions...

just thInking about someThings. isn't it odd how you always think some things in life are simple, but when the time comes, you are really stumped as to how you're going to Solve them. odd how you also happened to say that you may never get yourself into such a situation...yet here you are, stuck again.... grr...

another loNg tiring day... went to work and rotted...although im getting the hang Of the candy counter. managed to run the entire counter myself for a full two hours before i had to scream for help... wooTs!

my brother is screaming in the room...scaring the little girl... my mom is laughing.....What sick sadistic pleasures do people get from such activities?

Haix....what sick sAdistic pleasures do you get from such Things??

i wake everY morning to see your face... i am drawn to yOu...the sweet tantilizing taste of care-freeness, yet i know it will end Up in pain for me. yet i still follow you...

haix....gotta keep you out of my mind now... its Too painful. going in can mean more Harm than good....yet not goIng in brings me to the questioN...what if?

what if i did go in? what if i did follow you all the way. will we go where i want to? or will you taKe me on a journey through neverland....where everythIng is beautiful and perfect...buT it will never be for me...

from a shiny car to a rusty heap

such questions rack my mInd every day when i wake up... emo kid...i know...

but i like dwelling on Such things. but wise men said to not never dwell on what ifs...cos what ifs will never be....

i have to stop thinking about You. and start thinking about me...

so im going to stop looking at yOu...stop seeing you....stop thinking about you...

til i'll Just get a grip of myself...

Ill miss you...for now...

Movie Magic

Movie Magic....

What happens behind the scenes at the movies?

I dont mean 'Lights, Camera and Action.'

I mean at the MOVIES....

Popcorn, Silver Screen, Movie Premieres, Opening Night, Box Office and the ever faithful Candy Counter that has serviced our sweet tooth with its mouth-watering, eye dazzling sight for many years....

I've always wondered what really happens behind the screen...

What happens from the moment you enter a cinema, to when you buy the tickets, to the moment you step up to the candy bar to order your sweets, to when you sit down and watch the blockbuster to the moment you step back out into sunlight and reality?

What goes into all these to make it happen?

A lot... trust me.

I've only worked at the Candy Counter for 2 days, but I can tell you that it takes at least 30 people to run a cinema effectively to bring you a seamless experience.

From the Box Office staff, to the ushers who tear your tickets to the candy counter staff (Thank you!) to the projectionist to the cleaners.

From the moment you enter the cinema, to the moment you leave, its a mad rush behind the screens and counters to bring you the most seamless experience ever....

Now I'm part of that magic... And I haven't even gotten to best part yet...

Friday night openings....

Woots! Im just waiting for Friday Night...

Here is something for you...

3 short poems....For 3 different people. Each poem speaks specifically to one different person...


For the Insecure One...
If I should die, before I awake...
Just know that my dreams will always stay.
Float through the skies or the bottom of a lake...
This sweet memories will never go away....


For the Depressed One...
There are always times when you feel sad...
Times when you will cry helplessly.
Times when the world seems bad...
But through the times I'll be there for you Selflessly....


For the Troubled One...
A red sun rises crimson over the distant shore...
A sea gull echoes its death cry.
The widows stand by the waters, their faces forlorn...
As the waves crash onto their feet like red dye.
Their weeping can be heard for a thousand days...
Their haunted cries carried on the gale.
When would this waiting souls finally fade...
Or is there no end to their ghostly tale....


You will find your answers here....

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I am getting bad at naming my blog posts, as you can see for yourself. Lol

Anyways, last night went for 'The Daniel James Sketch Show', and before I start I have to say a big THANK YOU to Henry for coming down last minute to help out. Really appreciate it bro.

And a lot of thanks to Mani, Shan and Nithya for helping me transport the equipment down for me. Appreciate it guys! =D

Anyways, moving on to the show.

DJ, I know you were tired and worried about Marie and that might have affected your performance, just know that we enjoyed it. ALOT!

Especially the end. Relax bro. Its your first time, so dont put so high expectation on yourself. Chill out.

The next one will be better!I promise. =D

Anyways, sitting at home now. Just reformatted my laptop so that's good news. Just downloading a bunch of songs I want to bring along later to the CC to dance to. Just gonna go all out today and dance. Need it really...

For those of you who dont know,Arteen Furteens is organising a massive dance tribute to MJ on the 1st of Aug.

To find out more details, just go to Facebook and type in Arteen Furteens and add us and we'll keep you updated about the tribute.

Shit. Gotta go. Dog's puking. Bye!

A Weird Day that turned out Beautifully Fine...

Today was a really odd day.

I started out by meeting up with Nithya in the morning. Chilled with for a while then sent her to Jurong East MRT. (I bounced back to Woodlands) It was nice to see her. =D

Then headed to Woodlands to chillax until Timezone was open, but the whole CP was closed. Walked around like a beggar for an hour waiting for XCraft or Timezone to open. It really sucks to walk around aimlessly, dressed like your off to some tribute party for MJ, with a laptop and charger in your bag...I was bored shitless...

Finally Timezone opened (Thank goodness for that) Played a few games, then decided to ask the counter staff for a job there....The goddamn lady made me run around timezone looking for the manager.

Here's a question.

What should, or rather WHAT would you expect the Manager of Timezone to wear?

ANS: A Timezone shirt or at least carry a badge that says 'Manager'.

No. You know what this idiot was wearing? Some cheap shit Pasar Malam shirt and berms and he was playing f***ing BOWLING WITH A NINE YEAR OLD!!


ok the nine year old was made up BUT HE WAS PLAYING FRIGGIN` BOWLING!!!


I was se-ri-ous-ly pissed...ok, ticked off. Then, I ask this guy about the hours and stuff and he was very professional about it, telling me what duties I'm expected to do and stuff. Then I ask him about pay and guess what?

Its only $3.50 an hour....for 12 hour shifts. 4 days a week... And I have 8 week trainings...

I just smiled and left.... I'd rather be a customer than work at your arcade for the shit pay when even Macdonalds-french-fries-cooking-aunties earn at leat 4.50 an hour!

I left, hung around for ten minutes then met Saras, who thankfully wasnt dressed as bad as she was dressed yesterday....

Sorry girl... But the whole black leggings, jean shorts and white long sleeve shirt looks cute...Just not on you.... =D...

.... Ouch...I see pain-to-come....

Moving on with less mundane stuff...



We went over to NUS to help her Paint sets....note the word PAINT...



We didnt lift a single fucking brush the whole day




The moment we got there, Shrek's 2nd in command was there to tell us that we had to build stairs...

Saras was smiling at the guy...He got freaked out. I was cool with building sets. Just a chance to nail away my frustration!

So we started, and somewhat built sides for the stairs, when we realised that the door archways that me and prabs and saras and god knows who else painted a few nights ago was trashed cos this geniuses forgot about a little thing called 'Wind'...and 'Light fragile Wood'...and 'REMEMBER TO FREAKING SECURE YOUR SETS DOWN SO THEY DONT COMMIT SUICIDE BY FALLING'!!!

I know I seem like I'm PMSing, but Im not.... My god. Why do I get the feeling Im gonna read this blog and realize that it will sound like some PMSing girl wrote it... And why do i feel like the house is tilting to my...erm...Its just tilting...

Getting back. We finished the stairs...or rather the sides and we were waiting around cos we had to drive up to YJC and get the dastardly pillars that ruined so many shirts for me...

So we waited....and waited...and waited...

And then we realized that when the fella who said 30 mins...He meant INDIAN timing...

Macha! Tamilan timing da! (Dude! Indian timing bro!)

So we waited, or rotted til freakin` 310, when some dude in a taxi-car (Hyundai Sonata) rolled up. He looked ok la. A mix between Anyan, the famous Tamil villain with the funky hair, and an Onion.

So me, Saras, Pru (is it Puru? Or Pulu? or Puku? I duno. I dont remember the names, just the insults I throw at them) Onion and their friend Ganga...or Ganja...All I know is that he couldnt afford good earrings. he probably found nuts and stuffed shiny rocks in them with white glue then put them in his ears and called them 'bling'... Then we rode to CCK.

We were supposed to get the truck first apparently. At CCK, We pulled up into a gas station.

Saras started banging her head against the seat in front of her cos we were late. The Mappilais all got out and were discussing gas prices. I was amused.

I bought Saras Kindo Beuno so she would shut up... I was wrong..

After pulling out of the gas station,the ;Mappilais' were discussing where to go next. I thought they were being serious and getting down to getting the truck and then going to YJ. Really professional right? ;D

So we pulled up in front of some blocks. I thought this is wher ethe truck was. Onion, who was the driver, pulled up to the kerb and he says this...

"Dey. Bus stop la. Lets be responsible.'

So they park the car 1 metre in front of the yellow box on the road at the busstop, get out,


and have a smoke break...

...


...


Now I was banging my head against the car seat... Saras was crying into her kindo bueno...well almost... The dudes were standing around like they were heroes and shit...

Then a couple of Anjacks (Their friend) rolled up and for some reason Saras thought her life was over. Apparently people in YJ would see her with Anjacks and her rep would go down and she will turn out to be crap and blah blah... O.o

Goddamit woman, just say they are your minions that have been subjected to your freaking manipulative, seducin-... manipulative ways... (Pain-to-come....)

So we drive from there to the truck stop, get the truck. Then I direct them to Yishun. ( Wow! I actually helped =D)

Time was 4.30 I think when we pulled into YJ.

We took the normal temp checks and went in. Saw kanitha in her 'lovely' red sweater... Lols!

We got the pillars down pronto...Sorry Saras for the shit that happened with the last 2 pillars.... roflol!!! I really am....

We managed to fit the stuff into the truck perfectly. Swee!

Then we piled into the car and drove back.

Once back in NUS, me and Saras thought we could finish up the stairs. So she went around looking for the red and blue paint... She found the blue paint...

Where was the red??

Shrek to Puku : Dey no more red ah?
Puku to Ganja: Dey, no more red ah?
Ganja to Onionface: Dey no more red ah?
Onionface to Saras: No more red ah?

Saras to some being in heaven : SCREW THEM ALL!


I will be honest.

I WASNT pissed that there was no more red. (I wasnt really)

I was sadistically watching how amazingly retarded this dudes were. I swear! This are guys you will love cos they are just a bunch of people who dont know what the heck they are doing...But they happen to be self-proclaimed experts on the topic of life and its philosphies.... Note: Sivaji...

So Saras decided to leave the brainiacs to the discussion of how to nail 3 wooden planks to a wooden pillar (Apparently Einstein couldnt solve this...)

She left instructions to Shrek who looked like he couldnt understand why some higher being was talking to him.

(I Know im putting people down...But seriously. Yo've got to see them. I actually love this guys! =D)

So me and Miss Girl left. I was actually contemplating pouring water on her head to see steam come up... really...

After that it was just normal again (Its really the NUS guys who made the day interesting)

Then Shan calls me, or calls Saras to ask me about dinner with Kesavan and Kanitha at BK at yishun.

Saras got off at semb, probably to go home and fume about those guys....Good luck . . . Girl.... :D

The I met the gus at BK.

FUN LIKE HELL! really! It was like being back in sec 3 again with ya'll.. We were just laughing our ass off.

We were laughing so hard, some dude kept saying 'SHOO, SHOO'

We didnt care. We laughed harder. I suggested throwing a shoe at him, they all laughed. I dont see why all my honest suggestion turn into jokes... I was really thinking of throwing a shoe.

AFTER that, we walked Shan back to the station and sent her off, all the while commenting on her finely 'toned' arms and tummy.. JB 4 LIFE!

Then sent miss beggar girl home.... LOL on the escalator Kanitha...really!

Then me n kesavan walked over to the 812 bus stop where we tried to catch up on life, but there is just too much.

We all just need to meet up one day and have fun. Just the AI mackalz! Really!

Sent him off, then came home and now writing this. My god. Took me an hour to write this, and this is probably the longest blog post I've ever done.

LOL! I am seriously contemplating skipping sch on Thurs just to go down and spend 30 freaking hours at NUS just to see the shit that happens!! LOL

Til the next crazy episode, see ya!!

PS: Michael Jackson Lovers........Its Coming....