Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Feed 'em all..Before every NDP Media Brief last year, MAJ Alan and myself would have this standard pep talk. I used to be Tamil Liaison then, whilst he was the Chairman for the Website Committee.
MAJ Alan: Karthik, you ready for the Media whores??
Me: Yepz.. Let's feed 'em all..
It was quite frankly, a case of limiting whatever information you give out during such press conferences. What's the fun of shooting it all out at one shot, and spoil the fun eh? Back then, I thought this was just a situation one would face with the media.
Funny how blogging has become a form of media. Maybe, it has always been one. I've been wanting to bring this up for awhile now, but at the rate this is going, now is the best time I put my foot down before it turns uglier. Not that I was enjoying the attention, but rather, I'd been too lazy to even blog about something like this. The magic of hall life, you just reach another level of utopia, till you come back home and are faced with what we term as reality. Liddat also reality. Tsk Tsk.Whatever it is, I am thrown with such people again and as a result, here's my food for you.
Simple, I have told many people, not to bring up stories of the past, or to be more exact, my ex-girlfriend. Whatever's happened, has happened. Don't come up to me asking me about my thoughts, my feelings, my predictions etc etc. I really never knew my relationship had reached 'Bennifer' levels, or maybe cause I have celebrity-like tendencies.
And to the few who have been speculating why I am still single, or for the matter, not seeing anyone at the moment. Not that I am still hung up over all this, but rather, like I mentioned earlier, I have become lazy for all this. Too lazy to play around, and I have other pressing matters to concentrate on. My friends too, being another major reason. Being single and not seeing someone does not mean I lose my happiness. Its just about opening up your other options, and exercising them to your fullest.
But if you really want me to be dating someone, simple, throw me someone whom you think will blow my mind off, and I will consider. Or if its really difficult to find someone like that, just get me one of the A-list celebrities in Hollywood. You may keep the Indian Cinema ones to yourselves.
There you have it.. Chew on it..
10:16 AM
supernova lit up.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
The Shovel SquadI decided to start a small jing-gang. No, not your usual anjadi bros that hang out in Yishun, or your abangs sitting around void-decks, or for that matter, frequenting KTVs and night clubs with trance blasting in the background. It was a brain-child that came about during a phone conversation with Jolene and Tanya.
We have an agenda, on the type of people to eliminate. Here goes..
1) The RacistsI shall specify the types. Basically, the ones that call out someone from the minority race, and in their presence, start conversing in their native language. Like 40 years of being a multi-racial society didn't quite sink into their heads. And also, the ones that get themselves attached to someone from another race, and then, to their face, say hurtful things about their race. Perhaps a few knocks of the shovel on their heads would do the trick.
2) The Back-stabbersThey approach you with the best of intentions, but at the very last minute, sell you out like a rat. Or if not that, twist things to their advantage, and you end up being questioned around. Maybe a case of trusting the wrong people, but we will not back away from eliminating such people.
3) The Game-playing Bfs/GfsBy game, I mean your DOTAs and 'what-have-you' games that can be played online, or however they play it. These people, just seem to devote their time to eliminating their opponents online, whilst leaving the rest of the world in their dust. So its simple, we make it easier, by eliminating you in our game.
4) The Poor Internet Service ProvidersThey claim to bring to you, the best broadband service around. Yet, you get disconnected easily and as a result, logging into MSN or for the matter, the internet, can be quite the hassle. We pay you good money, yet you provide us with crap. CEO of Starhub, you better be doing something about this. I still haven't gotten my handphone vouchers yet!!!
And of course, panties, as brought up by our honorary member, Mr Desker Rocker. He wants elitists out too, as they both, happen to be the two biggest eye sores for him.
So the next time you pull off such stunts, be prepared to hear the distant 'cling-cling', because if anything, the Shovel Squad is just around the corner, awaiting to knock you out cold, and bury you alive.
11:18 PM
supernova lit up.
GOD Returns..'I'm so chuffed to be back.'
The words that greeted me on Liverpool's Official website. Robbie, we too are chuffed to see you back.
Here's a player whose career spiralled downwards following his departure from Liverpool. I still have my doubts, if this loan move would turn out to be a blessing. He has shown some quality over the last few seasons, just that they were in short spurts.
It will be one heck of a miracle if he can oust Morientes from the starting line-up, judging how Peter Crouch has become one of the few first team regulars, and go on adding his already impressive goal tally for Liverpool.
But didn't we all pray for a miracle during half-time at Istanbul?? One thing's for sure, its happy days for us, now that He has arrived. And yes, I can finally take out my Fowler jersey (the one with the number 23) and wear it again with pride.
Now, if only a certain Michael Owen was reading into all this happenings.
6:23 AM
supernova lit up.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Meet the RajoosI did this post a month ago, but thanks to my wonderful idea of entering retirement from blogging, my old entries got deleted. So I decided to revamp this entry a little, with three of my cousins. Trust me, we Rajoos are packed with lotsa kids, but here's a sample.
PS Not up for adoption eh?? =)
1)
Navin 
Meet 'Thondan' or rather, Tummy Boy. According to my aunt, his tummy walks infront of him, and never gets away with some of the nastiest comments from her.
As you may have figured out, my sharp tongue was inherited from this wonderful bloodline and as such, you'd either find my cousins to be either like me, or be very patient and take everything with a smile. This boy, belongs to the latter. No matter how much my aunts disturb him or call him names regarding his size, he always returns a toothy grin.
Mr Ronaldo, as I call him, is one of my mum's favorite nephews. Quite simple why, coz she loves cooking for him, and he returns the favour by enjoying his food. Love this boy.
2) Praveena

Every family needs a 'Menaminukki' or simply put, the one that with the hot air around. The angel you see on the right, can be quite the devil at times. Though what amuses me, is her jokes and her attempts at trying to impress the family.
She's growing up fast, especially when she comes up to her mum, and asks her to buy her accessories for her hands and ankles. And she's turning 11. Kids these days..
3) Aarthi Rajoo

This sweetie pie here, is the apple of my eye. At the age of 6, she just loves to entertain us with her banter, so much so that you will never notice time flying by. I remember when she was 4, she would talk to all my cousins and uncles, but for some strange reason, when she sees me, she will break into this really sweet smile and stop her chattering.
Now, she comes up to me, and has appointed me as her personal bodyguard, in case my other cousins bully her. And of course, share her wonderful banter on how we are going to whack all the other cousins together. Just love this gal to bits.
Here's a short preview of my wonderful cousins. This is only the beginning. Till I get more pictures. Adieuz.
5:00 PM
supernova lit up.
Impossible is Nothing

He went down fighting, or did he??

Oh well, this was just for the hair.
Life throws at us stuff that attempt to hold us down, but its human to resist and fight on. As long as we know what we want, we will ultimately get it, with grit that is. For that, Nothing is Impossible, or as Adidas puts it, Impossible is Nothing.
7:52 AM
supernova lit up.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Sin City - Tales of Kink and Jokes that were Lame..Now, whoever said that hall life was boring. Talk about my first late night supper with the guys, as a resident of Hall 9.
Things that you need when you go for such activities:-
1) A car
2) Good buddies
3) Cigarettes and alcohol
Oh well, I do not smoke, but the alcohol's a must in these kinda activities. And of course, the food too. We headed out to our Sin City aka Geylang to have Beef Kway Teow and Seafood Hor Fun. Again, couldn't taste the renowned Beef Kway Teow that Jon had been creating all the hype about, but I heard it was good. A must try for all.
And of course, our futile efforts to find a place to play pool, which ended up at a petrol kiosk near Siglap, only to realise that alcohol is only sold from 6 to 9pm. Guess its their way of battling drunk-driving. So the alternatives, Jon gets an ice-cake while I get Peach yoghurts.
I'm pretty sure my stomach's going to pull off some Olympic style acrobatic stunt tomorrow, especially after the drinking session at our wonderful prata shop after that. Who would drink beer, then eat two cups of peach yoghurt?? Voila, you got the man. And of course, the lame jokes session, that stretched from Siglap till Jurong West. The bhaiyee ones were the best by far.
Oh well, its the mind going all bonkers again. Hall life's been pretty good so far, and I strongly am for people who wish to stay in a hall. Though you ought to have good buddies around, in order to have fun, or else you'll end up whining about how much you miss home and how school sucks. Cheers
7:25 PM
supernova lit up.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Wounds and Scars...I was watching an episode of Naruto a few nights ago, and in it, the character Gaara, is taught about how people feel pain in their hearts, and how, sometimes, those pains can never be appeased.
Before I head to my wonderful bed, I just thought I'd blog about this. I was on the phone with this lovely lady, and after that, had another wonderful MSN conversation with another lady, all pouring to me stories about how they have had their hearts wounded by reckless men.
From a personal point of view, some wounds, as stated in the episode, will never heal. But I have always maintained this stand, that above all else, time heals everything. Say for instance, we run and we fall. We suffer a deep gash to our knee. The pain is excruciating, and it takes awhile to heal. Look at the same wound three months down, all that remains, is a scar that reminds you of the incident. But how often, do we look at the scar, and live through the pain all over again? Its pointless, because we are not experiencing any pain at that juncture.
Similarly, wounds to the heart, they take time to heal. And one day, when you look back, all that will remain, is just a scar of a painful memory. We all carry scars in us, and to some, open wounds. But one day, they will all heal, and will just remain nothing else, but a scar.
Aye, I think its the drowsiness too, that is making my mind go bonkers. Off to bed.
6:47 PM
supernova lit up.
A Guitar God