First and foremost, Happy Birthday, Vinayagar !! I just love the way the baby Vinayagar is pushing his butt out in this picture. So cute. For some reason, I just feel like biting his butt cheeks. Don't know ah, just too cute :P !



This was taken during last year's Vinayagar Chathurthi and well it was a very memorable day. Firstly I love the Layan Sithi Vinayagar temple at Outram Park. I mean the Vinayagar knows alot about me - that I am certain and for some reason, I feel very much connected to that temple. So last year, after so many years and even months, he made me see someone. I was "blessed" to see someone from far (but I don't know if that someone actually saw me way before I actually saw him) and that someone decided to just ignore and walk right infront of me. Well I don't know but at least, after a very long time I saw that someone and it actually mindfucked me because I started to think about the past and emo. Firstly that someone doesn't pray at all and doesn't come to the temple and of all days, I had to see that someone at my favourite temple so unexpectedly. So well, it happens. But well, one that day I realised the distance that crept between us ... I mean we started off as strangers, the friendship grew with a smile, a bond was established, beautiful moments were shared and suddenly we were back to square one - from where we had started from - strangers. But of course, this time it was different, it was like a stranger I knew.How time changes everything, eh ? ;)


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My students. Well, I was teaching for a period of time and these are my awesome students. Well part of them la. When my supervisor knew that I knew how to dance, she got me to teach some students hiphop dance and yea, these are my P6 students and I drafted in 2 P4 students into the dance to strengthen us up. So my kids were really petrified of losing out in the dance competition because they were against students from different age group. So I kept motivating them and well, they did me so proud on that day. I mean I was invited to the stage to talk about my group and I wanted to emphasise on the fact that my kids were the youngest group there with the youngest dancer being only 10 ! It was literally the first dance competition ever for my kids and I wanted to audience to cheer them as much as they could and well, the audience were cheering my kids and they did an EXCELLENT job. I choreographed the entire routine with some breakdance moves and my kids did them so fucking well that the emcee got them to dance twice ! HAHAHA. So my kids became the "talk of the town" on that day and we got so many invites from different CC and organisations and they asked my kids to represent the school and dance. Also, we were the last ones who graced TAPAC (Telok Ayer Performing Arts Centre) before it was ordered to be ... demolished. Memories, man. So I mean I love dancing. Nesh and I created a dance group out of impulse (solely based on passion) and named it "Maniac Flamerz" and drafted in 2 people and we started off small and soon, many people joined us and we renamed ourselves - "Transitionz" and took part in many dance competitions. I mean I had choreographed many dance routines before and many used to praise and condemn it and I used to feel good whenever people praised the routines or my own dance itself but I realised that it never matched that happiness I got when I choreographed that hiphop routine for my kids and they performed so well. I mean, those kids were from EM3 stream and they had such low confidence and the dance routine brought out the best in them and somehow they felt like superheros/heroines on that day - I don't know man but it was real happiness - right from the heart. Cos as they were dancing, I was feeling so fucking proud of them and after their routine, they actually fucking ran towards me screaming "MISS VITZ" and pounced on me as the audience cheered us on. HAPPINESS :)



So talking about memories, my dearest Chinnamma, I miss you ...



I still remember the events that occurred right before we clicked this picture. We all thought that my Chinnamma had kicked cancer in the butt when the chemotherapy sessions reduced the size of her tumour. But later on, we got to know that the cancer cells had spread to her spinal cord. But I remember, this was during the prayers for my grandfather when my Chinnamma went around asking forgiveness from everyone and I bravely stepped forward and told her to stop thinking "too much" and cracked some jokes to liven up the mood and even got my cousins, mom and my Chinnamma to pose for a picture as I pounced on them to pose like the above. I do realise now that my Chinnamma is actually holding onto my legs... hahahaa. Well a cute picture right ?. So well .. this was the healthiest I saw of her. The healthiest she ever was when she had been diagnosed with cancer. That genuine smile concealed the pain she was going through. She was definitely the bravest soul I had ever known, the best angel that was ever there. So well, I miss you angel. I really do. I hope you're happy up there, angel. I really miss you. Can you hear it from here ?. I am sorry for not understanding what cancer was really after all because if I had known how fucked up it was, I swear I would have been there 24/7 but you know angel, if you had just died like that - lets say out of old age, we would never have known what a great fighter you had been. You fucking fought cancer like a heroine. I proud of you angel. It feels so different to note hear from you ... your voice and all. It just feels so different. I can never imagine how Shobi feels man. But she's definitely a much stronger person than I am. I miss you Chinnamma, I really do. I know you are watching me from above but I really wish I can reach out and touch you, listen to your voice .... listen to your motivational words... I mean you were one of those who had always believed in me and never failed to cheer me up even when I was down. For some reason, it fucking hurts to see you being framed up with a garland hanging from the frame and you being reduced to ashes and being inside an urn and into a niche. Really painful. Ahhh ... I don't know. I miss you, angel. Happy Teacher's Day, angel. You were definitely one of the best teachers ever - your students showed how much you were loved and .... I LOVE YOU ANGEL.

Vithiya 'Vitz'

11 Jan 1987

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Manchester United

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