You May Call Me Whatever You Want Cause The Thing That Matters The Most Is How Long You Can Keep It Up Til You Finally Give Up And Fall Into My Arms.

it's been a long time i know...but belive me...i've been trying my best to continue this shit. it's kinda hard when you've got people texting you, spoiling your mood to write. it's hard when you'v got to study. it's hard when people keep uploading new and nice videos on youtube.com.

Campfire At TKSS.

The Good Stuff: the campfire pit was beautiful...the girls around were kinda okay too...lost my voice

The Bad Stuff: there were not many schools present...the emcees were kinda having their family gathering on the stage...not much communication with the audience...the audience themselves were not enthsiastic, it seemed only the red fox ventures were the only ones being participative, except for one dude from southern wave and one sir who are not really important here right now...at the starting, it seemed like the fire was going to burn down the whole garden area of the school...cause the pit wa too big for the zinc and the fire began to fall off like an avalanche...the fire pit crew tried their best by sprinkling water on it...but it didn't seem to go off (duh!!)...then came mr. fire extinguisher to the rescue. with one spray, thousand of liuidfied compressed gas particles was released into the air and all that could be seen to the naked eye was mist. i know my description of the extinguishing is wrong...but hey, i suck at chemistry.

hmmm, met quite afew interesting people there...now here's where the sir and the southen wave guy is concerned..kinda weird...freaky...and the geylang methdist guides were being cute by nick-ing the guy as 'emo'..yeah...someone who runs around, waving his arms around like the singapore zoo was on fire and shouts and sings at the top of his voice while urging the other schools on is emo...a new defination...hmmm...tthen the sir came up with the brilliant idea of marching 'sparrow the sir' up the stage...no really..it was a brilliant idea..

then met this girl from national camp...thought she looked like the girl i saw at my house area...but she wasn't...but she had this mega-watt smile...and what the hell was her name again...who cares...i still have to find that girl guides who stays at my house area...i dunno...that girl guide is weird...cause whenever i see her she's in her guide uniform...kinda makes me wonder whether maybe she died in the line of duty and hunts that bus-stop and only scouts can see her...who are you girl? well, have to wait for the school holidays to come...you might be thinking, man is she that hot that i'm so interested in her? no i'm not...she ain't really at hot, and she has a forgettable face...i just need to find out why she's always in her guide unifrom whenever i see her...freaky...

Songs.

well, i've reached 1700 songs...still looking for my 2000th song...hmmm...can anyone recommend me good songs...1700 songs is not enough...

MJR Campfire.

well, it's less than one month and if any of you is reading this, let me just be the one of to let you know that IT'S LESS THAN ONE MONTH!!! progress...alot...if we were in the paralell universe...in simple english...campfire no go if you'll slow slow...hmmm...but i am the emcee...yay!!! well, kinda...but i have to two girl guides by my side...and i hope i don't shadow them with my skills...erm...i'm kinda kidding here...hey...still have to come up with the mandatory scripts...and who am i going to do it with...dunno...will anyone be free or anything? programme's out...noone is saying anything...hey....even if you got nothing to say, which is impossible cause the guides seem like they've got alot to say that they need people to "shut up" to listen to them....anyway...even if you've got nothing to say...you could just send 'NFC'...what is that you ask me? it stands for 'No F**king Comments'...send that...so i know you've got a miserable pea-brain that is unable to come up with constructive suggestions and critiscms...never mind....let's see what you've got to say this friday...besides "shut up"

Girls And Their Lingos.

hmmm....it's kinda fun when you text girls...each girl may sound a little different with their content but their expressions are almost always the same...and their expressions, or rather their lingo, is so contagious that it's sometimes hard for me to fight the urge to use it myself...

they've got that 'zzz' and the smiley faces...they've got that exclamation marks where they use it a random for fun even when there's no need to use it...they've got those short forms...like lol...well...acually that's like a very common term among most teenagers, regardless of their gender...girls...also when they sms...they don't have consistency in writing...one sms will be super short...and the next will be like a composition...and they tend to just 'plain forget' what was said in the last sms and they just say something else in the next sms...they call it short term memory (STM)...but there's a nicer word for that in the english-speaking world...it's contradicting...

if their text messages were used as sources in the 'o' level social studies about shoppping or other girl stuff...you can be relieved cause their source content and tones will always be the same...they will always be a neutral source and the source always contradict...so comparism and usefullness and reliabilty questions will be a breeze...they are always not reliable...unless they are talking about their friends or 'gos-sisters'...then they'll be positive sources and always bias to the sisters...

well, it looks like i've touched on alot of subjects today...only 4 i think...if my STM hasn't affected me ...well...it seems that i will have to leave you at this point...don't be sad...i'll be back soon...i promise...i know you are like, 'you keep saying that you sick son of a fruitcake but you never do but...no this time i'll be back...and i know i haven't cursed as much or exposed you to the many other insulting and exlicit words that makes this blog so popular among the hobo's but..i promise in my next blog entry, i'll be back with a battalion of derogatory words...

Culda