It Was The Smile And Wave Which I Had Been Waiting For And I Thank You Cause That Was Probably The Best Thing To Ever Happen To Me Today.

I wish had said something else...i felt like i could say more...something exciting would have happen...

that's all i'm going to say...i'll let you figure out what's it all about...let you come to your own conclusion...let you create your own twist on something which is so sad to even tell to the most heartless of person without making that person cry...

I've divided this blog into parts...easier for you to digest...muahaha...

Write A Story And Win A Car (well, not really...)

it's cool ain'nit...to sometime just create your own stories...be it a story about love, friendship or about the sadistic fetishes of certain people...i normally just spin stories to kill time...it helps to keep me sane instead of lsing my mind in a state of ulimate boredom...it helps to increase my writing skills, no matter how ironic or tragic the stories may be...it's also something which you can show off to your friends, unless it's not a tale that has been written in a way that is featured in the 'Top 10 Most Boring Stories'...



stories should be written in a way that attracts the reader upon the first line and make the reader drool for more of your writing...you should also inflict your own style so as to set you apart from other amateur writers...writing about the philosophy may sound boring to you, but you could twist the story by saying it's a 15-year old kid who is so infatuated and obsessive about a girl, who's two years younger than him, that he starts to try all means and ways to get the girl, even if it means slitting his best friend's throat just because he asked her for her number.



yeah...scary...hmmm...how great wll it be if your story turned out to be an accidental bestseller...think about it...you never know unless you've put pen to paper...you don't need to write stories, you could write a rap...you could rap about how you hate your humanities teacher and how you wish he/she would just die from knowing too much...



hmmm...i just read through my entire blog and found mysef nodding...not because i was agreeing to all my words...i was slowly drifitng off to lala land...hmmm..it's acceptable for me to sleep upon reading my own words but it's not acceptable for you to fall asleep when you're reading my blog entries...if you're starting to fall asleep now, take your left hand and slap your right cheek...now give you left hand a kiss...cause it has been given the oppurtunty to have the abilty to act like my own pair of comforting hands...

Manjusri National Day Celebrations (what can i say?)

decked out in a black shirt and blue "Lee" jeans and a hat, which i had planned to throw into a mass crowd of over-reactive angsty teenagers to cause a sudden euphoric outbursts that can be used to be the video for the song "Teenagers" by My Chemical Romance...what did i just say? i'm confused...argh..forget what i said...

yeah...fashion parade...sucks...noone has the ability to really make the crowd go 'wow' and 'oh' and 'WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'...we express our feelings and other under-rated stuff that goes on in our little heads and hearts with over-used words...nicholas wee, my friend, was grinning away when he's lil' fren was up on stage strutting her stuff...i'm writing this to let the people of 5A who was sitting infront and couldn't see his reaction know...

the ending was great...me and the NPCC guys (as i am not from npcc, i was just acting like a scout diplomat, establishing harmonious relationships) shouted like crazy when singing the singapore songs...yeah...we were bored..yeah, we are crappy...yeah...i went off key a couple of times...but it was fun overall...

going home, i decided to wait for a while...and my wait paid off...drank water, milo...and yeah...i went home with a nice thought in my head that sparked off many other thoughts (don't worry, it's all clean thoughts)...

there were different groups of people there...we had the punks, gothic p**n stars, hip hop wannabes, the simply-dressed, beautifully-dressed and of course there were the weird ones...think 'hair' and you might think who was the weird one i am talking about...but he ain't that weird...of course...there's one group which i liked the best...

Wise-Cracks

hmmm, when a teacher asks you why you are sleeping, say it's cause i'm human and as a human, i feel tired and i need rest, thus the reason why i'm taking a short nap...

when a teacher asks you to pass up your homework when he/she want it, why can't they give it back to you when you want it?

women reserve the right to be pi**ed any time they want for no reason...guys can't...

Enjoy these wise cracks...if you've got anything wise or crappy or whatever, let me know...

Culda

P.S. this is a very long blog i know...bear with me...there'll be more long blog entries coming up...to make up for lost time...

I Wish Sometimes That My Insecurities Won't Hold Me Back From What I Really Want To Say To You Cause It's Just So Frustrating To Ask You For A Date.

From the tittle you would have probably guessed that it may just be another irrelevant and craped up tittle just like the other tittles that i have come up with but sadly, this thought has been really eating my insides. erm...that was too erm...anyway, really, that thought has been circulating around my brain since the ending of last week...i couldn't just think why...but i thought i'd just elaborate( a.k.a crap) about that...

It's hard to say i like you to a girl any more...i mean...if i were to say i like this girl, it ain't gonna be like some bollywood movie where the girl would hide her face and smile and laugh and run away from the guy in embarrasement and happinness and all of a sudden we're transported into some tropical area and we're dancing to some song behind some coconut tree...nope. nowadays when you tell a girl 'i like you', the girl would make you cry inside if you don't know what to say...she will ask you either two things and those two things would be the questions to kill you...those two things are, 'why do you like me' and 'you like me..and?'...WHAT IS THE GUY SUPPOSED TO SAY?

well the guy would say something stupid like you look like a good friend...then the girl would ask 'why me instead of my other friends' and then the guy will say 'you're beautiful'..yeah...okay...that's weird...i should stop right now before the girls start screwing me up...

what should we do to get girls out, some guys ask? well, girls...dunno...they are kinda weird...they will make you try and try and try until finally they cave in...and the guy obviously shouldn't be so dumb as to screw that thing up? why do the guys wanna act cool when they go out with girls, the girls may ask? well, those guys are a buncha stupid idiots...the real man are cool (like me!!!)...the coolness lives in you...yeah...call me...i'm cool....muahahaha cough cough..i still haven't cured from my sickness..

school NDP celebration tomorrow...can't wait...still picking out my stuff to wear...herm...black on black...wonder whether i'm gonna get the chance to try my hat at some people...hmmm..to those who will be there, you might get to find out what i'm talking about...

hmmm...i'll end it short today...people are complaining it's too long...too long that they tend to laugh so much that their parents think their children are getting crazy...yeah...but i dunno why...i can't crap as much as i did last time...must be due to o levels...

to that sec one girl who keeps caling me tall guy...i'm not tall...did you know when you're tall and you slip and fall, it will look very silly...cause your long hands go all over the place and when you fall down, you block the entire path...yeah...it happened to me before...tat girl...fiona...yes...tat's your name...i've mentioned you...muahaha...should i take away your name right now...hmmm...tell you what...i won't...cuase if i take out...you might not smile as much...anyway...fiona...that sec one girl...called me nigel at first...wonder what she calls me now...i'm gonna start to dedicate one whole paragraph to you everytime i blog...hmmm...ae you smiling...good...smile more...abit more...abit more...good...now...write a tag to me...say...i'm going to scream at you...wait...what am i talking about...hmmm...you still smiling...ok good...bye fiona

Culda