Over the days...

it's been a long time...because apparently some freaking virus decided to be like a shark...it took a bite of my notebook's hard drive, and made blogger and google handicapped. then it let go and here i am now. besides this freaking incident, many things happended this week that made me pissed...and i rarely get pissed, but when i do it's like...a shower of punches and kicks and vulgarities...but i'm the cool guy most of the time. and besides being pissed, i was and still am confused.

there are two ppl, A and B. now, A was together with B...so i decided to wave to A...but B smiled back. and i found B quite nice, but A looked more adorable. but if i were to tell B that i was actually intending to create some kind of communication with A...then there might not be any communication with either A or B. get what i mean. so now,B is here. but A still looks good. so what do i do. if i go out with A, B will think bad of me and there will be a breakdown. and because i broke B, A might see me as a bad dude. and therefore there won't be A or B at all. then have to look for C. confusing ain'nit. or is it a dream.

anyway, i'll still have to think about that dillema first.

over the days of my absence, i felt a sense of obligation to take down notes on what i wanted to write in my blog. let's talk about music shall we? heard high school musical? heard the girl sing? well she looks hot. and i mean HOT. but she when she sings, it fees like she's on the verge of vomitting. either that or she she is having a hot japanese takoyaki octopus ball in her mouth. i couldn't say hot ball, some of you would get the wrong idea, you pervetic fools.

anyway, one day i was watching this bollywood movie, cos my sister wouldn't let me see anything else. anyway, as usual there was this dance scene and the dude was drunk. but the amazing thing is that even though he had drunk like what, 7 bottles of Johhnie Walker black label beer, the dude could still sing and dance so perfectly. and the back-up dancers, who were drunk too, still could be so co-ordinated. holy cow. man, i think being drunk makes them better singer and dancers. so from now on, when i turn 18, when i'm at a pub and i want to woo this girl, i'll order myself 17 tequilas and dance like micheal jackson, only more brown and with a normal nose. and the girl won't be a minor. well, that depends. hey, i'm no pedophile.

when the commercials came, i finally convinced my sis to change the channel. instead of channel5coming out, channel 8 turned on and there was this show about the chinese martial arts thingy. ok, i'm a fan of the chinese gong fu humor movies. but one thing i don't understand, is tat how can they defy gravity. i mean, they fly like as if they were made of paper. effortlessly and that happens in every movie.

and maybe it's an asian thing. cos if you were to look carefully, the chinese would be flying around trees, the indian will be dancing around trees (it's somehow said to be an act of romance. i say bullshit), and the malay movies have have scary-looking women in white with beady eyes lurking behind every banana tree. we asians really love our trees. either that or the movies wouldn't be succesful without those wondeful trees. and it seems to me that trees also pay an important role in the movie industry. the trees act like a censoring thingy. i saw this one chinese movie where this girl was 'enjoying the breeze' and she was being chased but the leaves of the trees covered some parts, making the movie suitable for the PG13 rating. and in bollywood, the tree trunk act as a censor for kisses. that was in the past. now they use umbrellas.


hmm...let's talk about NDP...mishaps and stars. for the NDP dudes, you may have read this, but hey read it again. enjoy.
wanna know what actually happened with the music on the 29th of july? well, here's the story.

the people in-charge of the music decided to let singapore idol Joakim Gomez take hold of the drum. but he accidently screwed up and left everyone in a state of confusion. so right now, he's busy wishing that this doesn't go into the media, thus spoiling his name. anyway, talking about the singapore idiots (i mean idols), they came over to the SIS on saturday. we didn;t see them cos we were busy stuffing our mouths with ice-cream and nonya kaya rolls. thankfully, we were outside cos the participants inside the SIS was going mad. and i mean MAD.

shouting, yelling, screaming, stripping...! everyone was trying to shake their hand. some people called their moms and told them 'MA...Singapore Idol singers, they down here leh. want singnatue or not?'. 'Go to hell la you pu**y. you make me run out of the toilet so you can tell me dunno which fool come. oh , get rahimah signature okay.' of course, billy (our sadistic sir) was crying after he heard the news that he missed the singapore idols. 'I WANTED JAY LIM'S NUMBER!!!'.

it's crazy to see how some dudes could get so crazy over the SG idol. even the commandos..holy cow...well, if i was there and my friend said, 'singapore idol!', i'll be like 'So...? I don't care about no idol. they are more idle than idol.' okay, prob the most lamest remark about idol, but who cares. anyway, no more crap, time to be serious. working on my next mission. 'Operation Hantu: Exorcism of Paul Twohill.'

oh...one more thing i wanna add before i log off, or sign off or whatevr.

have you guys seen the MTV for the 'My Island Home' by Kaira Gong. okay, maybe i'm seeing it differently, but...doesn't kaira look a little too enthusiastic about the song. you see her smilig for no reason. and her smile, since we are on the subject, it really irks me. look carefully. it's like she's trying to seduce young kids. like a paedophile...err...i mean she's kinda hot, quite cute. but the smile...oh god...the smile...errrghhh...

oh yeah...if you guys wanna request anything, if you want something to be said, something that you want heard, just send me an e-mail at oakley19823@hotmail.com. don't be shy. i'm not going to put up tag-board,...yet...or maybe never. depends on my mood. so keep-in-touch.

Culda