Tuesday, November 28, 2006
This year so far has seen many turmoils for my family and I. But the bonds have tightened. What use to be random fights have become nothing more than frank,civilized discussions. There is no more shouting, bitching and all-star backstabbing anymore. How I wish that this could be true for my inter-mediate family. I guess it is in the genetical error for any product of the Singh manufacturer to go through the class on triple B 101.( BACKSTABBING,BITCHING,BIASNESS)I've heard lurid claims like IT IS IN OUR BLOOD, and my personal favourite we have to know what they are up to. Live your own lives people of the SINGH generation. Why must you bicker and distrust and facilitate massive bolllywood plots for your own families. Does not the teachings of morals and consequences from the various Zee TV shows teach you this? Nevertheless, the inner-conflict between families of the singh people is so laced with high end melo-dramatics and va-va vooms. Imagine what would happen if there were sound effects. Zee TV has shown us. Anyways, very few will understand why I am in a fit of vehement rage. Possibly because you have yet to gone through such a mortifying experience or your just plain idiotic. But, what do I care. I am just a blogger thinking what I think out loud typing words that I feel like typing and beating around the bushes just for the sake of garnering some confusion amongst the readers for I really have nothing to do. However, what I say stands true. It is the individual. Not some dipshit bullshitting pissant that decides how you live your life. It is you yourselves. The experiences of life as it progresses and the faults and flaws that you encounter are part of your development. Leave it not to some other to decide what you are to do with yourself. Choose. For yourself. Many say sacrifice for another. But is it really what you want?
Eshwin Hell's Holyman 7:31 PM
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Friday, November 24, 2006
Well dandy hos.
Daddy's back.
Exams are over. I'm going to get drunk as a fiddler's bitch.
That's all for now.
I need some SHEESHA!
Eshwin Hell's Holyman 6:17 PM
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Monday, October 09, 2006
It all ends this Friday.
Future starts on the 3rd November.
Future ends on the 24th of November.
Drunken fights start on the 25th of November.
Drunken nights stop on the 7th of December.
Private Singh begins on the 8th of December.
O.R.D happens on the 8th of December 2008.
Life begins on the 9th of December 2008.
In between, I hope I get a fucking girlfriend.
Life is a backstabber.
Happy 39th death anniversary Che. Hope you are having a nice cuban cigar.
Eshwin Hell's Holyman 6:36 PM
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Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Today I saw the spacesuit and eeriest video of a woman possessed in Brunei. Real creepy. Her eyes were like plunged into darkness and her lips were quivering black. The Imam was chanting some religious transcripts and thankfully Ricca was on hand to translate what the Imam was saying. Real spooky. Spooky. But after a while it became funny because so many people surrounded the computer I was using to see the video. You guys know who you are! It seemed like as though I was caught watching porn or something. Everyone was staring so hard. I felt real weird.Haha. Who gives a damn. Before that. The Indian guy's phone rang and the insane Chennai resident had the India National Anthem as his ringtone. Blimey! Nuts I tell you. Well, my day was damn boring. Boring. Today my Dad went for his second operation at GH. And guess who I saw. Jessica Alba. I wish. Nah I saw yogi bear( SANJEET ). The lumbering and bumbling smart ass sadly was not as cheerful. Well we're in the hospital so you should be able to use the limited mental capacity available to evaluate and get the JIZZ of what I am saying. I'm gonna watch Little Britain now.Bye.
Eshwin Hell's Holyman 9:56 PM
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Friday, September 22, 2006
Finally, my blog is completed. 99% thanks to Nadia for doing almost everything except choosing the skin and the song, which I did. Thank you Nadia. I shall let you live when damnation comes. For a while. Anyways. Innova versus Jurong was a bad idea. No one was serious including myself. Found myself laughing at the Tamil tigers of our team.( Masthan and Thevane). They are hardcore. Masthan left a path of destruction as two jjc players were left writhing on the floor with agony and the keeper miraculously escaped the lunging challenge of Masthan. Thevane the future commando extrodinaire was not to be beaten as he flew in and razored the guy down. Hardcore! But, Manlele was not to be afraid of the tamil tigers as he attempted his very own two footed lunge which had consequences.( A smack in his face.) Gervas, however suffered the worst as he was left dazed by a spectacular flying left kick from the jjc player. Calvin, ourt hot tempered so called Chinaman Rooney wannabe picked a fight with some jjc fellas. Well,it was all in the name of a friendly. Oh. Did I forget to say the final score? We lost. 7-0.
Eshwin Hell's Holyman 2:14 PM
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Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Life goes on. That's a motto all of us should accept graciously. But when faced with adversity, who does? I hated the literature paper because what I studied for did not even produce a cameo for me to answer spectacularly. Life goes on. I found the econs paper easy. Suprisingly. Thank you Gordon for being the only tutor who merely laughed at my stupidness and importantly listened. No thank you econs teachers whom I shall not name in fear of a purge so paradoxically likened to a communist state. You guys have done a good job in screwing up econs for me. Your failure to possess an understandable lingua franca of the English language disgusts me. Well done anyway. Backstabbing boot licking loving ignorant racist genderist and all the ists of the world can be drawn to the uncanny fact that you cant speak the language warranted. Well I can't blame you for your inaptitude to aspire in the learning of what makes a sound teachers. Life goes on. Enough about me yacking away at social parasites. Dear Manpreet, next time you need to screw someone or some organization, give me a call. Seriously, your letter was rather fiery, not condemning. But I understand your point. Still, life goes on. Dear Bush, I hope you know that Islamic fascists is really the most ludicrously hilarious description I have ever heard. Well, who can blame you. Any nation with a military is fascist. Enough of life goes on so lets all just go drink some sex on the beach and enjoy some folly.
Eshwin Hell's Holyman 12:10 AM
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Friday, September 01, 2006
It's been a bad month for my family and I. Real bad. First, my uncle whom I hold so dear to my heart for everything he has done for me got a heart attack. A real bad one. It left him unconscious for a few days. Thing is, he is only 49 years old. Yes he smokes and drinks and it was inevitable something bad happened to him. But hell he was fit. Fit like an ox for a man of his age. When the impending news of his heart attack hit my household, I took it hardest. Even my brother, who is closer than him, seemed rather upbeat, knowing my uncle is a tough cookie. His sons too were generally more stronger than I was. Although I did not break down as I just swallowed the tough knot. My sister broke down countless times in the hospital. She just couldn't stand seeing my uncle in such a dire state. Hell, I tried to evade going to a hospital for I knew it would make me depressed. If this was not bad enough, my grandma suffered a heart attack on the very next day. Though hers was a mild one, it still put everyone on the edge. Who don't love their grandmas' man. They're the sweetest thing. But what made me cry and still is making me cry, is my father. After the gp paper on Wednesday, my dad suffered a heart attack. His, is the worst of the lot. I'm still devastated. 2 of his 3 arteries are clogged up. Real bad. They just did the operation on the easier one yesterday, and in 3 weeks time, its the more complicated one. I just don't understand. My dad's only problem is his liquor. But he exercises like a crazy man. At his age, he still has the capability to play soccer and hockey without difficulty. I am just distraught. I can't think straight. My brother looks lost. My sister thank God has not lost it this time. My mom. I just can't stand looking at her. My life's a living wreck right now. I haven't shaved in a week. I just don't have the energy. My uncles are putting up a front and I can tell. They're trying to make everyone happy, but I can sense their angst. When the eldest one left in what you consider is your family, as in you're real family, for me my father's brothers families included as we all live together,when the eldest goes down, when the foundation trips, its a hell of a tsunami going on. So if you see me in the next few days, I'll be glum and forlorn. Please understand and don't ask me stupid questions that will make me boil. I beg you please. Its time to go to the hospital. Yet again.
Eshwin Hell's Holyman 7:08 PM
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