Be Careful Of The Bomb Right Below There For It Has A Moron Detector!

for those moronic assholes and those who just act moronic or just plain stupid...thanks for doing this shit cause when i have absolutely nothing to do, i make fun of your nonsensical actions or just make you a class joke because of your physical appearances...well, i don't know why i said that....don't know whether it makes sense of whatever...

anyway, i've cut my hair already. no more dry soft instant noodle-like hair. now i just look abit like shayne ward. the indian, brown version of shayne ward. the rock ballad-er version of shayne ward. uh-huh. well, all i got to do now is too work on the ruggard look by keeping my beard and all that. then i'll look the way that makes me look good.

well, i seem to be busy studying. who knew it was fun. especially when you solve the problem. but of course, there are times when you get the question wrong and you start banging your haed on the table while trying to make sure you don't get a headache and forget the formulae and all that. well, 'n's coming soon...gotta start mugging. hardcore mugging....wait not too hardcore...i'll save that for o's...but anyway, it's just going to be like less than 2 weeks to the exams...or is it more than one week....hmmm...

well, besides studying, i'm curently stocking up on music. any ype of music. metal, rap, rnb, hip-hop....all that kind of stuff. if you have any stuff to recommend, please do whatever you have to do. but now my current fav is shayne ward. no promises. cool song. though it kinda sucks at the meaning. just like me. i don't make sense sometimes. hmmm...music is great. maybe i'll write an entry fuly dedicated to music. hmmm....something to think about. yeah...i'ma do that. music in a blog entry.

anyway (i use lot anyways huh?), been listening to quite alot prank calls too. jerky boys. soundboards. damn funny leh. damn moronic. think i should start pranking people too....hmmm...


don't really know what to talk about...maybe i will write more tomorrow or something. when i have something to elaborate on and bore the pants off you...

well, goodbye morons. if you're reading this...

Culda

The Commando Scouts Are In Training And All The Stupid Talk About Stupid Stuff Like Girls Has To Go Cause I Need To Be Serious...And Sadisitc.

okay, we can't stop ourselves from being sadistic. we just like to see certain people being tortured. it could be your friends, siblings, juniors or even your dog. well, try not to be sadistic to dogs cause well, i'll report you to the SPCA. well...kinda...

anyway, commando scouts. yep, THE commando scouts. that's us. me and some of my dudes from RF are trying to be the elite. trying to be the Commando Scouts. ok, i'll shut up and tell you what we mean by commando scouts. it boosts our morale. it makes us go the distance. it makes us stand out among all the other scouts. commando scouts have an unbreakable fighting spirit and practice discipline with every move and command. we have perseverance and determination in every difficulty that we encounter. more mottos and aims and laws coming up.

commando scouts really is cool.

well, anyway, in order to uphold the pride of being a commando scout, we have to be strong, we have to be sadistic and most of all, we have to be disciplined and matured in every way. we have to be serious. i'm showing my f-ed up face now.

well, only my classmates would know how my f-ed up face looks like. well, if yous just wanna see it, just call me...

hmmm, really don't have much to say except, i miss ndp...i really do...it's been what...2 months...but it still feels like i had a training today. oh yeah...on friday, there was the alarm or mobilisation as it's called, and i all of a sudden got so excited. i began looking around with a wide smile across my smile. i then smsed some of my dudes who were from ndp and told them to get ready for the forging in. okay, yeah, that's lame. but i was so sad after that to know that tomorrow i'll be having a freakin test instead of enjoying ndp practice. missing the food, the enciks, the girls....hmmm....

i miss ndp...mostly every part of it. and yesterday what made it more like a actual ndp reahearsal was the natural effects. like the thunder was the 21 gun salute and the fire-of-joy. then the lightning was the the people of singapore taking picture of us. well, i was so caught up in the monemt i started to slowly drft off to other things and i got more sad...haiya

well, commando scout has to go and sleep now. probably write a longer post tomorrow or something. hm, i just realized something. how long can someone, after being subjected to lengthy calls and many types of communications, live without communication?

hmmm...

Culda

My Hand Longs For Another To Hold But While I'm Here Being Forced To Wait, I'll Pen Ironic & Irrelevant Stuff Though In The Most Matured Way Possible.

Well, yeah...i'm a lonely guy. though it may seem hard to belive, that's me...lonely, not-so emo, me. many people, especially those from my class and, well mostly others may be going like, get the hell out of here you bullshitter. but it's true guys. i may appear the crapper and lively jackass always, but as they say in the Desperate Housewife Drama serial, everyone has their own dirty laundry. Yeah...i have my own dirty laundry. not literally of course. my mom would start hitting me with the washing stick before stuffing every single piece of those god-damned dirty clothes...

Anyway, as you would be probably infer from my tittle, it would instantly hit you with the fact that i'm dying for a girl...well...of course i want a girl to hold my hand, you don't expect me to proudly hold a guy's hand intimately while walking into swensen restaurant, do you?well, anyway, yeah, a girl's hand. i don't know why, but the urge to hold one is so strong that i just get so...so...i feel this deep sense of depression. yeah...but hey, depression should never lead to desperation. i don't wanna be like those freaking pervetic, sometimes pedophilic, losers you see on tv who rape and do freakin shit to young girls. and to those who thought devil could spawn no more sick and twisted minions, there are those menatally retarded who do these kinds of shit to infants, toddlers and the elderly.

anyay, i just wanna be with a girl, who can just hang...ok i'm a guy...you can't stop me...we were manufactured with the genes to make love, not like those saditistic bastards i mentioned above, but love as in, making a girl happy, and all that kinds of stuff that are already appearing in your mind.

well, i think my beggining was abit too dark wasn't it...hmmm...but really, oh no it wasn't. anyway, there's the special girl and the one i want...thought because of some unforseen circumstances, the communiction part has broken down...all i can say is...till we meet again baby...okay...that reminded me of the terminator...well, how cool will it be...for me to have...wait...never mind...if i were to write that down, it'll sound too emo...

anyway, just wanna ask, how many of you guys and girls wanna hold someone's hand right now. and that someone is someone whom you like alot but can't be with at the moment, either she's a crush or she stays far away from you. well, close your eyes right now...imagine them infront of you, and he/she is giving you the most addictive smile you would ever see in your whole life. imagine that for a minute or for how long you want. if you want, you can close your eyes forever, but becareful your parents may think you're either mad or just plain stupid. okay...when you open them, remember to open them slowly, and when you do open them, i want you to think of them as there with you always but never ever say...'hmm, he/she is not by my side.'. no you dumb ass, think that he/she is always by you but never think of them as gone. you do...then you'll alwyas miss him/her and the feeling of holding his/her hand will come again shortly. what i recommend is a very good trick. it may make you come off as a freak infront of others when you're closing your eyes and smiling to yourself, but in all your years of living, who would know better than you yourself.

wow...i sound so mature. is this good? i hope it is...i'm currently getting over the fact that i'm immature and guess what...i'm doing a great job if i do say so myself. hmmm...maybe now i'll be more respected. but i don't know why, but when i seem to be getting over to my matured side from my immature side, who would've guessed that i would become slightly emo...

well, is blog supposed to be long or short. hmm...i don't give a damn..the most you can do is take part in making decision with me, but note i say with me, not for me. yeah, as much i love constructive criticisms, i'd love fr you to stay our of my life affairs. well, of course that was directed at a few people. hmmm...wowowo...sounding too freakin...nevr mind.

well, gotta log off soon...i know i miss a few parts and all that but hey...i'ma go and find my crappy self because school starts tomorrow. oh yeah...school, haven't finshed english homework. well, gonna hear mdm wee start her boring lecture and ending with something like you do whatever you want, i don't care anymore...but actually she kinda does...hmmm...maybe...

well, should i put up a tag-board...i can't really find the time but what the heck...i'll just go scouting for a normal yet appealing (to me) tag-board so you can put up...well, you know what a tag-board is right...well, is it called tag-board...cos that's what i call it...whatever...

Culda

Regrets, Immaturity and the Conclusion of the Long-Debated Issue Between the Choice of A and B

hey...this week was a killer...'N' levels. plus i decided to do self-reflections. it's one of those rare occasions in my life where i reflect on the most eventful things thats happening to me...and well, was it eventful this week...i went out with an adorable (yet though, in a good and attractive way, freaky) girl, which made me regret. i also realized how immature i was and am...and i also decided to make a decision...a tough decision...between the A and B thingy...

well, here i go, describing it in the new paper format thingy...


Regrets

well, today i went out with a girl...adorable...lovely and sweet and everything...but should i be saying this...hmmm...i don't think she knows i have a blog...so i should be relatively safe...anyway, we were supposed to study today...supposed to...but didn't...was i happy or angry....i was esctatic...well, anyway...instead of subjecting oursleves to the good ol' textbooks and all that, we went grocery shopping. riiiiiiight.

we really did grocery shopping. i thought it was a joke and all that. then i looked (down) at her and said something i never thought i would have said in my life, "okay". probably the first time i didn't feel forced to go to the market...but i somehow wish...if you're reading this...don't make this a habit though at times i may agree...oh and if you reading this...yes you...that girl...don't read on any further...

well...of course you would be readin this cause curiousity is building...but...

anyway, at first we had like coffee and all that...after some crap...she had a banana chocolate...anyway...i won't tell you what i had...wait...this has nothing to do with te regret thingy...what am i doing...

i regretted not doing alot of stuff...like...i mean, i don't know why...i just didn't feel like going with the flow...i had so many chances...you should see her eyes...they are magnificent...oh and by the way...girl, you ain't fat, chubby or somthing like that sounds better...well, i hate chubby too...you look great...ok...stop reading any further...

then we were at the coffeeshop...the urge of me going to just near her and just give her a small peck and all that was so strong...why the hell didn't i go for it...shit man..

hmmm...never mind...i'ma no regret the next time...hmm...look into her eyes and all that...

and when i was leaving...i so wanted to kiss her palm...why didn't i do that....arghhh!!! i hate myself

i really do sometimes.

Immaturity

I am immature. i know that. but i'm trying my best to look my age...feel my age...i have to forget my childish antics...get rid of it...i have to somehow, 'groom my inner-self'. maye somehow, i can proove to people that i can be mature...i wnat to ...it will make me more appealing that way...instead of getting excited at little things and also try not to make freakin immaturish remarks. it's a personal life goal of mine...i have to accompalsh this goal...i have to...even if it kills me...i have to get over it...

i realizes i had to really take action today. i was like a kid next to her. i feel sorry for myself sometimes...but hey...

Conclusion of the Long-Deb...ahh blah blah blah...

maybe the decision is too rash and too quick...but i feel that it has to come out now...if not i'll feel safe around the two girls. A. yeap. my choice. A. i'm intersted in A. i feel that B is nice too...we've had a few nice conversations too but...i feel A is who i wanna lend my shoulder to cry one. will she let me? will she reject me? i don't wanna care about all this kinds of stuff...though i do hope i can really be hitting it off with her...wait...is that correc...ahh...never mind...i think i'ma jst say it the singaporean way...i hope she goes steady with me...be optimistic...she will...just...belief in yourself...and never do stupid shit and stupid stuff to annoy and make her turned off...

wait...

but i don't know where B stands now...is she just gonna be a friend...or the back-up...maybe option 2 will be better now...until further careful delibiration has been done.

Well, anyway, i stll gotta discuss with my friend and dearly respected advisor, the toady from national camp (didn't mantion her before didn't i)...Syaf...hmmm...good advice...about everything...bullshit...just writing something to make her happy...are you happy now?!!!

hmm, well A...good night, and kisses and hugs and crap from the...what's my nick hmmm...well, anyway, see ya some other time then.

Culda

P.s. Hmmm, this blog may see a little dis-organized and missing afew minor/major details. don't worry i'll re-read it and edit it so it sounds more clearer.

Frostbite

I wanna see frostbite...i wanna see it very badly...but...fuck it man...can't...i mean...no one is old enough...

well...it's kinda nice to see with other dudes for a change...but...it's either they don't wanna see it or they are not 16 yet...whhyyyyy?

it's crazy...to put some freakin gore movie in the NC16 rating. i mean...we are still gonna see it one day..why restrict us...we are matured...i'm speaking for those who are too young to speak out...

but i think i'll smuggle one of my friend in one day...you can you know...it's easy...just ask the girl to be more matured and slightly womanly (?) and tada! you can go to the NC16 movie...yee haw!

it can happen...i did that the last time...but i think i was lucky...but the next time...i'll be seeing the movie with someone by my side watching the movie illegally...hahaha...just hopes she doesn't run out of the theatre room...then i'll have to be like...'shit...there goes 16 bucks.'

oh yeah,...talking bout movies...akeelah and the bee sucks...what's the other one...shit...there's another one..that's kinda bad too...and god damn boring...i wish that movie isn't mentioned infront of me unless it's a discussion of the world's mst boringest movies...i'll be the most attentive one...

talking about attentive...'n' levels comming soon...gotta study already...open all the textbooks...wear my thick framed specs...listen to sappy love songs from the 70's and console myself when i get a question wrong...bullshit...i'ma just do my best mummy!!!

er...i'm not regretting i wrote that down...yet...

oh...did i mention teacher's day just passed...did i also mention that i don't give a damn in the world...i'm only happy cos it's half day that day and i can do anything i want like splurge on small kids though i was treated to pure goodness...the only good thing that day...

well...it's a rainy week too...and my umbrella broke...yes i carry an umbrella...but it broke...i was the reason why it broke...i was running home from school on the half day cause i thought i was going to be late for something...but as i was running...the umbrella (half opened) went in between my knees as i ran faster...thinking that it was nothing and that i would be home in just a minute...i increased my speed...baaaaaad idea...

the umbrella went up and all of a sudden...i stopped as i was feeling uncomfortable...but as i stopped and looked at the sickening umbrella...i noticed it wasn't the umbrella that was pervetic...the umbrella had a bent 67-degrees

being a smart aleck...i tried to bend it back into shape...baaaad idea...it broke...i was like...'oh fuck'...now it's in my school bag...hidden from my mom...

wow...it's been a long time since i last blogged...hmm...wake me up when september ends...i can tell september is going to be a month full of shit...holy shit...

well...i'm still confused...over the A and the B thingy...it's getting worse...i can secretly go out...cause A and B must never find out...it'll be doomsday...i hope the real A and B persons don't read this and figure this out...casue A+B= the end of navjoth singh.

well...this is the end of the blog...hmmm...still owe you guys the cockroach song...

hey...anyone wanna chat with me on the pone...please do...cause i'm freaking bored...and i just found out i love to talk on the phone...but to a certain extend...i'm not like a girl...

Culda