Que Sera Sera

Tevindiran a/l Subramaniam

1992-2009

You will be dearly missed my friend,

(Please give a moment of silence while reading this post in respect of the late Tevindiran a/l Subramaniam)

News spread around the school today like wildfire regarding a student involved in an accident with a school bus, the motorcyclist was described to be suffering from major blood loss and was in a critical condition, never in my wildest dreams that it would be him.

Of all people, why him? Though he tends to joke a lot and at times edge over to perverted matters, HE WAS DEFINITELY ONE GOOD FELLOW.

The gloomy, dead-stricken and silent ambience around the form 5 corridor especially the second class sent shocks of chills in me, the world seemed so cold back then.

Memories just flashed through my mind the entire day, even long forgotten once were miraculously recalled. I couldn't help to feel so damn sorry for him, for everything that lied ahead in time. He was truly ambitious, taking 13 subjects for SPM when students from my class only took 11 max. The times in form 3 where I used to laugh a lot at his jokes and not forgetting the part where he drew an elaborate diagram of the vagina.


The part where he asked me

"You were staring at her weren't you?"

"NOOO!"

"Don't lie, I saw you!"

"NO LA!"

I denied that back then.

The ironic part of this entire mishap was when I met him on the way up the stairs yesterday and had a "YO BRO!" greeting with the latter. Come to think of it, what if I knew that that would be the last time I would be seeing him? How would he had felt if he knew that day was his last day?

It could be a painful death for him, no one knows but it was certainly not a handsome parting. I was supposed to attend his wake ceremony tonight but my mum just won't let me drive there cause my parents will be going outstation tonight itself too, AGAIN. I'm so sad and so pissed but there's nothing I can do about it. So, All I or rather we can do now is to pray for him to rest in peace and pray that his family will be strong and be able to get through this seemingly obscure moment in their lives

Once again my deepest condolences, you will never be forgotten, old friend....

Que Sera Sera,
Whatever will be will be,
The future is not ours to see,
Que Sera Sera
What will be will be,

SH!T

HOSHIT!

FUGLY FUGLY FUGLY FUGLY FUGLY!

PICTURES

Shit the magazine =//

OMG! OMG!
*DROOLS*


Push it baby, push it baby out of control,
I got my gun cocked tight and I'm ready to blow

Cheerio☻☺

What does spring smells like?

Went for mini Taiwan's canteen day today.

Cash flowed like water

Worth it?

Certainly not for the entertainment offered

but

definitely every penny for the surges of dopamine and oxytocin.

Absolutely saturated with stimulants.

Owh the bliss

Simply irresistible!

Cheerio☻☺

The arrival of an eventual end down the road

And so today marked the end of yet another lengthy chapter of my life, opening virgin boundaries to a new horizon at the same time.

To sum it up, it was a real eight long years in service under the Boys' Brigade. From sweat to tears, from polished belt buckles to lustrous leather, from trooping the exalted colour to fervid horn tunes from the bugle and finally, from the parade grounds to the sanctuary.

Unraveling the canvas to display portraits of memories painted with a worn off quill. Enrolled in service as a recruit working all the way up the ladder to two stripes. It wasn't easy, neither was it a cruise but nevertheless it was a ride.

I grew up in the BB, looking back it seemed as though it was just a week ago that I handed in that petty piece of paper to register as a member and today it was goodbye.

There were times, I gazed upon flamboyant figures in the company with sashes fastened around their trunks, all of which are blurry images in my mind now but one thing was certain back then, I was awed, awed as in how kids get hyped up over power rangers.

Under my tenure, I saw many changes, people change, I change, everyone changes.
For the good or the bad, it depends.
Regardless, the thought itself requires a big gulp of air to recuperate the mind and the soul.

Turning back the pendulum:-

A long forgotten community service, my first (2005)

The bunch of whackos

I really wonder why the dog gets all the attention

Again

A bus trip to somewhere

Posing on top a fire engine

Annual dinner? We were drunk

I tell you I make really amazing twist rolls, my mates can testify that.

The part where I became a drill instructor, definitely not an easy task.

There were times of commitment, but there were times of lazing and slacking too. Can't blame this, was in charge of kitchen and chores. EXTREMELY TAXING

A rough view of the parade ground

We played with fire

and conquer fears-heights in this case

We have the traditional game called 'stack'

Stomping grounds in the middle of nowhere somewhere near Gopeng

Putting on the sash, a rare occasion

We owe most of everything to these men.

Keep marching on...

Farewell 1st Ipoh Coy, yet another batch of senior boys are leaving the mother ship, heading towards their own voyages but fear not for the spirit of the Boys' Brigade will never die in us.

And so we have this hope as an anchor for the soul,

Sure and Stedfast.

Hebrews 6:19

Cheerio☻☺

Killing two birds with one stone

There are no stones, forget it.



NEVER EAT SEAWEEDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!

Take my word for it.

Cheerio☻☺

Everything is burnt

My motherboard is burnt.

Not going to repair it.

It saves me the trouble of exercising my self-imposed regulations.

I AM GOING TO BE THE QUIZ MASTER FOR THE UPCOMING PERAK STATE BIBLE KNOWLEDGE QUIZ. RIGHT NOW I AM JUST AFRAID OF MISPRONOUNCING THE NAME OF PLACES AND PEOPLE FROM THE BIBLE.

I'm thinking of selling an authentic apple green converse.

Interested? Let me know.

Ok, I guess it will be a very very long time til the next update.

Owh, I forgot to mention this but I WASN'T SELECTED FOR NATIONAL SERVICE!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEE~

Cheerio☻☺