Empty Cinema, Empty Head
Drizzle, Bridge, and No Beer.
Had to go to the VISA office to get my transit VISA for India done, and since the office was near East, decided to travel to Brewerkz by the National Stadium to grab a drink, and enjoy the view by the Kallang river. But what do you know? the outlet was closed in the afternoon and only open for the evenings, and it was certainly a disappointment. Have already been on the downside for the past couple of days, and this could only make it worst, so went over the bridge by the Kallang river and stood there in the drizzle for a good 20 minutes. Helped clear my head.
I want to Thank you…
“My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’d all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it’s not so bad,
it’s not so badI drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there’ll be hell today,
I’m late for work again
And even if I’m there, they’ll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it’s not so bad,
it’s not so bad andI want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my lifePush the door, I’m home at last
and I’m soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down,
I wouldn’t have a clue
Because you’re near me andI want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life ” – Dido
Sometimes the best things to thank someone about, are just their presence.
I know I am difficult to handle, but I don’t know how to become easier, and more liked. It’s not that I want to be waited upon, but a pat and a hug, A talk and a walk, A chat or a mail… or a cold glass of well-intended beer makes all that difference.
I want to thank someone for giving me the best day of my life, and I don’t know what that takes.
Outing with JC frens!
First things, I don't have much friends still surviving in Singapore, or ppl I keep in touch with, let alone Secondary School, or Junior college ones. But there are some I make it a point to always meet up with whenever I am in Singapore. And these are the friends I caught up yesterday with. First it was a simply Singaporean lunch at a hawker centre by Thomson Road, and then a visit to the AVA pet ownership roadshow, and a mad hunt for 'The Paranormal' movie tickets which we never found till the end.
A leafy trip
The Singapore Botanic Gardens never fails to bore me, no matter how many times I visit this huge 63.7 hectare garden which is smacked right in the middle of the city area. Visited the area yesterday with Twitter friend @dilipm
The first “Botanical and Experimental Garden” in Singapore was established in 1822 on Government Hill at Fort Canning by Sir Stamford Raffles, the founder of modern Singapore and a keen naturalist.
It was not until 30 years later that the present Singapore Botanic Gardens began in 1859, when the Agri Horticultural Society was granted 32 hectares of land in Tanglin by the colonial government.
These purple leaved plants were found by the side of the SunDial garden.
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Cavenagh Bridge – By Boat Quay
Cavenagh Bridge is currently a pedestrian bridge, with lighting added in the 1990s to accentuate its architectural features at nightfall.
It now provides the most convenient pedestrian link between the cultural district at the north bank and the commercial district to the south of the Singapore River, and complements the renovated Fullerton Hotel which is sited beside the bridge.
The bridge is not actualyl lit by a ‘purple’ light, but rather ‘red’, ‘green’, ‘blue’ individual lights which form this purplish hue.
Captured this while on a river side walk with @dilipm from twitter and my sister Vini.
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Love you Mum and Dad…
Vini gets arty farty sometimes and this is her latest gift to mum and
dad. Shredding magazines and putting torn stuff to good use is always
fun.
prefer purple to all other colors, and it is used in large amounts
when promoting children products. Let me not get into the Tinky Winky
controversy. Whatever it is, this purply art surely gets a place in
postperous and this will be the first time one of Vini’s creation gets
onto the WWW. Cheers Vini!
Idhu Namma Ooru! (This is our city!)
Am compiling a list of what various Tamil Nadu cities are famous for, am working on a proposal for a TV programme based on this, and with help from some tweeps and what I have been hearing from movies and songs, I have compiled the list below.
1. Dindukkal pootu
2. Thirunalveli Alwa
3. Coimbatore Panju
4. Thirupoor Baniyan
5. Pollachi Ilaneer, Sandhai
6. Madurai Jigarthanda (pprakash)
7. Kanjipuram Maadam, Pattu
8. Thanjavur Bommai (pprakash), Paintings (girisrini), Periya Koil (Revs_R)
9. Alanganallur JalliKattu
10. Thirupachi Aruva
11. Srivilliputhur Palgova (pprakash, antoniOanbu)
12. Ooty Eucalyptus (pprakash), Rose (fabwrite)
13. Karaikudi Malli
14. Kangeyam Kaalai
15. Thiruchi Malaikottai
16. Madurai Malli, Meenakshi Amman Koyil
17. Bargur Maambazham (Revs_R)
18. Pazhani mottai, panjamirtham
19. Pondicherry Milli
20. Oothukuli Vennai (pprakash)
21. Thoothukudi uppu, Macaroon (Sriram Murali)
22. Manapparai Murukku (antoniOanbu)
23. Kovilpatti Kadalai Mittai (Sriram Murali, antoniOanbu, milcom_) , Theekutchi
24. Sivagasi Pattasu, Printing Press, Calendar, Oothupathi, Stainless Steel, Veshti (Scanman)
25. Salem Maambazham (Sriram Murali)
26. Sattur Boli (Sriram Murali), Kara Sev (Aravindkumar), Karuppeti Mittai (Veyilaan)
27. Valliyoor Murukku (milcom_)
28. Chenkottai Thayiru (milcom_)
29. Thiruvaaroor Ther
30. Rajapalayam Dogs (nchokkan)
31. Ambasamudram Kai Murukku (Revs_R)
32. Valayapatti Thavil (nchokkan)
33. Banrutti Palaapazham (nchokkan)
34. Bavani Jamukkaalam (nchokkan), Manjal Pai (Scanman)
35. Pathamadai Paai
36. Kumbakonam Degree Coffee (Surajram), Kozhundhu Vetthalai (Thennarasu, RameshSrivats), Koyil (Krithirajaram)
37. Namakkal Lorry, Kozhi Muttai (Thennarasu)
38. Attur Kichidi-Samba (Thennavan)
39. Ambur Briyani (Sandhana Mullai)
40. Aruppokottai Kolam, Saree, Malli (Revs_R)
41. Kodaikkanal HomeMade Chocolates (fabwrite)
42. Gingee (senji) Fort (Krithi Rajaram)
43. Thiruvannamalai Theepam (Krithi Rajaram)
44. Chennai Filter Kaapi, Cinema, Marina Beach (pdilip), LIC buiding (Revs_R)
45. Aarani Pattu (ScanMan)
46. Karaikudi Paal kozhukattai (Revs_R)
47. Thiruvaiyaaru Asoka (AntoniOAnbu)
48. Neyveli Lignite- Nilakkari (Krithika)
49. Dindukkal Briyani (Beski)
50. Manapparai Maatu Sandhai (Beski)
51. Virudhunagar Parotta (Beski)
52. Kutraalam Aruvi (Beski)
52. Mamallapuram Selai (Krithika Rajaram)
53. Thiruchendoor Panai Vellam (BalaSN, Jaskirat)
54. Karaikudi Veedu (Beski)
55. Erode Manjal (Saravana Karthikeyan)
56. Kadambur Boli (Veyilaan)
57. Vadipatti KottuThappattam (Veyilaan)
58. KallidaiKurichi – Appalam (Veyilaan)
I know this is not exhaustive, and there are much more I am not aware of. Where is Malli famous, where is Marikozhundu famous, where is Maambazham famous? And also, if you know, tell me why these places are famous for these products.
By my way of thanking you, your twitter handles, and blog addresses will be featured in my blog for 2 weeks, with information about you. Thanks in advance!!!
Friday night Dream.. Tony and the Dark Water Lake
I often have vivid dreams, that are mostly filled with adventure, blood and ancient historical places. Some of them so vivid that I have completely sketched maps of the locations the dreams took place. Some of them make complete sense, and are coherent as well (which dreams are mostly not supposed to be). Thought I shall put down some of my interesting dreams here, which will help me remember them as well. This was a dream that I had last night.
It was a sunny morning, nice clean street, with houses on one side, and shops on the other. They were typical American houses, individual and separated with fencings. I walked into a house, in which I had wanted to rent a room, for my stay in that town. The owners were an old couple, and they let out a room on the 2nd floor, which had a window overlooking the neat street, with almost no traffic, and on the shelve next to the window, I find a leather jacket diary, belonging to Tony.
Tony used to live in that room before me, a quiet guy, with a way with words. When Tony used to live there, the town was not such a peaceful place as it was now. The town was always gloomy, and despite the spring season, leaves were always falling off the streets. Murders or deaths each day were common, and people rarely greeted each other. Tony had come to stay in that house, precisely to save the town from a demonic group which was causing the wreckage in that otherwise nice town. And so it happens that Tony one day, gathers all these so called ‘demons’ to the brackish dark water lake, towards the end of the town, put them all into a single cage, sink the cage under the dark water, and pulled their right hand fingers off their knuckles, and left them to die there. The demons bleeded, not in crimson blood, but a clear liquid, which turned the brackish water sweet, and dark waters clear, and then no news of Tony ever again.
Tony had a reason to arrive in that town, but I didn’t know what mine was, other than to take frequent walks on the neat pavements, and sometimes peering through glass showcases on the shop front. Once while I was taking such a walk, I saw a man, with deep set eyes, with creases around them, and he was wearing a military attire, with a cap, but had long tresses, like that of a hippie. He walked straight across me, and walked into the house I was living in. I ran after him. He approached my landlords, for a room to stay in, and they pointed at me, and said the only room available was already let out to me. The man did not look too disappointed, but he walked away.
I went up to my room, Tony’s diary, put it in my bag, and ran behind the hippie. I approached him, started a conversation, immediately recognising him as Tony, and asked him about the incident in which he had slayed demons in this very town. He looked at me and asked me how I knew, and I took out the diary and showed it to him. He smiled at me. Tony then asked me if I would like to see the lake, and i instantly agreed. We reached the lake, which was now evidently a tourist spot.
It must have been a few minutes looking around the lake, and I saw a woman approach. She greeted us with a smile, and told us the history of the lake. Tony and me proceed to peer into the water, when I turn around, and see the woman stab Tony with a long rigged knife. She didn’t have fingers on her right hand. Tony turned around to look at the woman, and at the same time, a couple of vans came to a screeching halt outside the lake. Out of the vans came men, with covered heads, and with long beards, and started capturing tourists and town civilians alike and were putting them into their vans.
Tony still with the knife on his back, took out his rifle and shot down as much men as possible, and when he realises that he could not possibly carry on, takes me to a corner, and prepares to shoot me dead; He knows that if he does not, I would be taken away by the mystery men (or the men, who Tony was fighting against in the army during the war). The only clear words I hear spoken out of Tony were, “Close both your ears, just like how the Fucking Americans do, when they hear gunshots!”, and I adhere to his commands. Tony breathes his last few breaths, and puts one through my left temple. I am glad to go with Tony.
Push, Pull, Jump… and all under control!
Its not that often i post videos on my blog, but this I had to, beause the dude at the end of the video reminded me about what people used to say about me!
I get pretty excited watching scary flicks, or playing video games, and usually that results in injuring others around me, by pulling their hair, or squeezing them tight, or pushing them off the chair. Now if no one is around my vicinity, I do the next possible thing, get up on the couch, and start jumping to keep my fear or excitement under control. When I used to play video games, I used to sway from side to side, or jump, or duck, depending on how the vehicle, or character moved on the screen in front of me.
I don’t know how that helped… but it did. Enjoy!
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