Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Well…the year has started but I have yet to write my very first blog entry. There are many things to look forward to but what really makes me happy are the things of the past. I don’t really know when it hit me. but it was probably when I was having lunch with Eugene and Cindy when I realized once again that we had all grown up and someone in the Clan was getting married. As I was sitting there talking to them….we were laughing and there’s a warm feeling, like having your favorite blanket wrapped around you…something you’d rather not be without.
Friendships in general have always been important to me but these guys I grew up with….there is a point when a friend becomes a brother and that’s when you know its for life. We laugh, we cry, we run around butt naked, we set things on fire and we get caught together….well some of us try to run but caught we get in the end.
I still remember the time we saw Steve Vai live at Hard Rock Café and decided to walk to the kopi tiam at the old National Library in town to have some supper. We walked past the Istana, where there’s a nice garden with pools of water there…well I decided to walk in the water cause I was wearing slippers, next thing you know all the guys are wet, we’re makin a shit load of noise and some of us are half naked…and what do you know some good citizen sets the police on us. We get lined and screened. And we get told something like “boys I think there are better ways to have fun” hells no! Best damn supper I had with the guys!
Having BBQ’s at Eugene’s place was always such a highlight. Building the fire was an art with us guys…I mean there are BBQ fires and there are Great BBQ fires. Skilled required on the “if you’re a man you’ll need this” list.
And the food…ah the food, we’re talking massive amounts of beef choice chosen thinly cut from the ribbed section of the cow, marinated in a pepper and a L&P concoction, grilled to perfection over a fire that would crisp the fat but not burn it…thank you Moms Nancy!
Other Meats in general.
…and as the stakes got higher the food got better…ass kickin seafood bought at 3am in the morning from Jurong Fish Market. Seafood so fresh the lobsters were waiting to snap your freakin thumb off…fish jumping and contorting their bodies finding that last gasp of air. And smooth shelled mussels we would buy in bulk so that I could Wok it all up in the open air kitchen with a spicy chili hot sambal sauce that would knock your freakin taste buds from here to the moon.
The staple drink at every function was Coka Cola. Some folks need alcohol to get high,… we just needed the REAL nectar of the Gods! I mean like there was like so much Cola around the house that we were drinking it like it was water. And when you’re done with your Coke just take pot shots at the Indian guy!!!
The aftermath of these BBQ’s…everyone’s just completely soaked because some nut job decides he needs to wash his hands with the hose. It used to take all of us…that would be about 5 of us to take lionel down in an impromptu wrestling match…hey go for the biggest target I guess!
Uncle Phillips golf set was put to good use….making long drives to his neighbors house was alright…but breaking stuff…that aint so cool yah. I still remember the clay pig set Moms Nancy had out in her garden. We broke one and violated the rest by stacking them up so they’d look like they were humpin each other.
There was an official games room where dart games involved testicles as stakes. The PlayStation was well used. I mean if we’re talking about an adrenalin rush amongst guys its got to be the need to win something or anything. its that one point in your life you actually get to kick the ass of some guy bigger then you….that one solitary moment where you are da man!! And you can slap some guys pride around like it was your bitch! Good stuff.
And while all this was going on Lil Charlotte Wong was running around the house receiving her education from a bunch of brutish big brothers. I guess she added the feminine touch since non of us could be bothered about females at that time in our lives.
Well,...maybe not. I remember on someone’s 21st we all rang up Power 98 to enter ourselves into a phone contest that would land some lucky guy a date with a hot girl…or so they say. Non of us won that contest….but we had a good time.
Everyone’s 21st birthday dinner was eaten at Brazils. Which is every red blooded young mans dream of the ultimate meal. I mean dude…they cut meat slabs of every kind from a skew right onto your freakin plate. A really good meal eaten with the best company. If that aint heaven on earth then I don’t know what else is.
Everyone has their phases I guess.
Eugene with his big ass glasses and Utah Jazz cap.
Aaron with his china man type whiskers which he still has up till today and his affection ado for exotic beverages and he came up with the word “CELLAFOIDE”
Robin always has the fittest looking body…that would probably be because he always secretly wanted to be part of the World Wrestling Federation. Currently tying to get rid of beer belly!!
Andrew aka the raff! With his patented giraffe look…now living the life of a hippie down under.
Me and my weird haircuts and Elvis type sideburns…the only Indian around who probably felt more at home being Chinese then Indian.
And Lionel who sadly became thin.
And the story goes on…
Friendships in general have always been important to me but these guys I grew up with….there is a point when a friend becomes a brother and that’s when you know its for life. We laugh, we cry, we run around butt naked, we set things on fire and we get caught together….well some of us try to run but caught we get in the end.
I still remember the time we saw Steve Vai live at Hard Rock Café and decided to walk to the kopi tiam at the old National Library in town to have some supper. We walked past the Istana, where there’s a nice garden with pools of water there…well I decided to walk in the water cause I was wearing slippers, next thing you know all the guys are wet, we’re makin a shit load of noise and some of us are half naked…and what do you know some good citizen sets the police on us. We get lined and screened. And we get told something like “boys I think there are better ways to have fun” hells no! Best damn supper I had with the guys!
Having BBQ’s at Eugene’s place was always such a highlight. Building the fire was an art with us guys…I mean there are BBQ fires and there are Great BBQ fires. Skilled required on the “if you’re a man you’ll need this” list.
And the food…ah the food, we’re talking massive amounts of beef choice chosen thinly cut from the ribbed section of the cow, marinated in a pepper and a L&P concoction, grilled to perfection over a fire that would crisp the fat but not burn it…thank you Moms Nancy!
Other Meats in general.
…and as the stakes got higher the food got better…ass kickin seafood bought at 3am in the morning from Jurong Fish Market. Seafood so fresh the lobsters were waiting to snap your freakin thumb off…fish jumping and contorting their bodies finding that last gasp of air. And smooth shelled mussels we would buy in bulk so that I could Wok it all up in the open air kitchen with a spicy chili hot sambal sauce that would knock your freakin taste buds from here to the moon.
The staple drink at every function was Coka Cola. Some folks need alcohol to get high,… we just needed the REAL nectar of the Gods! I mean like there was like so much Cola around the house that we were drinking it like it was water. And when you’re done with your Coke just take pot shots at the Indian guy!!!
The aftermath of these BBQ’s…everyone’s just completely soaked because some nut job decides he needs to wash his hands with the hose. It used to take all of us…that would be about 5 of us to take lionel down in an impromptu wrestling match…hey go for the biggest target I guess!
Uncle Phillips golf set was put to good use….making long drives to his neighbors house was alright…but breaking stuff…that aint so cool yah. I still remember the clay pig set Moms Nancy had out in her garden. We broke one and violated the rest by stacking them up so they’d look like they were humpin each other.
There was an official games room where dart games involved testicles as stakes. The PlayStation was well used. I mean if we’re talking about an adrenalin rush amongst guys its got to be the need to win something or anything. its that one point in your life you actually get to kick the ass of some guy bigger then you….that one solitary moment where you are da man!! And you can slap some guys pride around like it was your bitch! Good stuff.
And while all this was going on Lil Charlotte Wong was running around the house receiving her education from a bunch of brutish big brothers. I guess she added the feminine touch since non of us could be bothered about females at that time in our lives.
Well,...maybe not. I remember on someone’s 21st we all rang up Power 98 to enter ourselves into a phone contest that would land some lucky guy a date with a hot girl…or so they say. Non of us won that contest….but we had a good time.
Everyone’s 21st birthday dinner was eaten at Brazils. Which is every red blooded young mans dream of the ultimate meal. I mean dude…they cut meat slabs of every kind from a skew right onto your freakin plate. A really good meal eaten with the best company. If that aint heaven on earth then I don’t know what else is.
Everyone has their phases I guess.
Eugene with his big ass glasses and Utah Jazz cap.
Aaron with his china man type whiskers which he still has up till today and his affection ado for exotic beverages and he came up with the word “CELLAFOIDE”
Robin always has the fittest looking body…that would probably be because he always secretly wanted to be part of the World Wrestling Federation. Currently tying to get rid of beer belly!!
Andrew aka the raff! With his patented giraffe look…now living the life of a hippie down under.
Me and my weird haircuts and Elvis type sideburns…the only Indian around who probably felt more at home being Chinese then Indian.
And Lionel who sadly became thin.
And the story goes on…
