Revolve, Evolve, Dissolve

Behold You.

2006-11-28T19:31:00.000+08:00

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?

Back.

2006-11-24T18:17:00.000+08:00

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!

In a jiffy.

2006-10-09T18:36:00.000+08:00

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.

My life today.

2006-09-26T21:56:00.000+08:00

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.

Eureka!

2006-09-22T14:14:00.000+08:00

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.

Life kinda goes on.

2006-09-13T00:10:00.000+08:00

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.

Why is it the ones I love most?

2006-09-01T19:08:00.000+08:00

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.

Go fuck yourself.

2006-08-26T20:56:00.000+08:00

After such a long time, I had the ability to take out my boxing gloves and wipe all the ancient dust that has settled upon it. I marvel upon the sleekness that oozes off its black exterior. As I slip it on,I feel the wrinkles that form as I smoothen it out with my fingers as I force my hand in further and further. Tightening the glove and strapping it, I'm on cloud nine. I start pounding on the punching bag that is starting to go soft. All my pain, emotions, stress and whatever else may be in my solitude is coming out with the rain of blows that I am throwing. I ponder upon events where I felt like pounding a nemesis so hard that when I finished with him, he would be defunct of the capability to utter another word that just might spur on my rage. I hate being ridiculed. You better know this. I am a scheming master canniver. Same reason why I was called the man with the plan in religious school. Same reason why after getting caught with cigarettes in school I escaped without a scratch. Same reason why after telling a teacher to go fuck himself they could only conjure up a one day suspension. Here's my quote of the day, "Know who you are fucking around with first before you do something stupid, because that someone could be me."

Time to go fuck yourselves backstabbing educators of the arts faculty.

Freedom as a certain Mr.Wallace once said.

2006-08-11T22:24:00.000+08:00

Lost. That is what I am. What am I studying for. I really do not know. I don't know how my life will be like ten years down the road. Nor will I know what happens tomorrow. Right now. I'm basicallypulling myself through each day. I am not looking at life's finer instruments. What then is the purpose of life? Live each day in a pothole and look out and see a glimmer of light. I'm missing the things that make me happy and make my enlightenment. Well, fuck this shit. It's a meager 80 days to go. I'll survive. Life is not what it seems. It all seems planned for you. The reason why babies cry when they are born is because they know they have lost their freedom. William Wallace died for freedom. Bhagat Singh died for freedom. Many many maytrs died for freedom. But now, we fight for a different freedom, a freedom more complicated than fighting the colonial masters and corrupt governments. It's a freedom to choose what we want. What we want for ourselves. To plant crops or to catch fish. Not letting us get chained to books written by bored poets and get me rich historians. Do you really think a poet cared about an iambic pantameter when he writes a poem. Nope. Its from the heart. Not from our brains. We are killing the one thing that makes us special. Our compassion and freedom.

Saturdays with eshwin.

2006-07-30T23:02:00.000+08:00

I woke from my slumber realizing that my horrific haircut was reality. You will see on Monday how bad it is. Well, I had a strange dream of frankenstein chasing me in a reality game show hosted by Edward Norton. Eerie way to start my day. My hair is short. Way too short. I look like a taufiq copycat. Anyways, moving on. So on I went expecting to go to Serina's birthday bash at Indian infested cheeky monkeys. Singing to myself. Then I went to play soccer with my brother and friends and my knee was in bad shape suddenly. Felt jolting pains while running. So I played like shit. But! I did the flip-flop! And everyone was WOAH! But after flip flop I miscue my shot. Damn this injustice. Oh yea. Forgot. My sister stayed over because her husband had to go Johor for whatever reasons. She was freaking noisy. Running around and beating people. Sometimes she really reminds me of a two year old. So she was going to treat us to dinner without informing my brother and myself. As I was happily deciding what to wear, my mom dropped the bombshell. I was devastated. I would miss the opportunity to see Stacy again after all this time. Oh Stacy. I gathered courage and called John and told him I could not make it. I knew I put him in a spot because he did not know anyone there. So sorry. In the end he still went. So thumbs up to you. We decided to go to NO SIGNBOARD restaurant at east coast park. Immediately problems arised as the usual same hoo-haa over a non-English speaking waitress who was racist allegations came about from my father and sister. Why don't we just give this China nationals a break. Its either this or prostituting themselves. Look at it at in the bigger picture. Her service was good and I found no faults whatsoever. My brother being the jackass he is recorded the entire saga like Steven Spielberg. Asking my dad to repeat what he said when he failed to catch his words. Nonsense. Then the TIGER beer girl committed a silly mistake. My dad was drinking whiskey in a beer glass and she poured beer from the jug into my dad's whiskey. My dad was fuming mad but all he said was thanks. Next time ask whether I want first. ( Again my brother recorded. He's kinda perverted.) Bill came up to 154 dollars and my sister paid for it. Damn! Should have ordered one more jug. We then took pictures at the beachfront and had a ball of a time. Mostly because my Dad's face was as red as a cherry tomato. And my face look like a vadai. And my sister tried to be Angelina Jolie with her forced pouty lips. My mother kept removing her glasses. My brother's kinda photogenic so can't find no faults in him. On we went to eat Ice Kachang as my sister had been craving for it since she came over. In the end she didn't like it and my mother kept telling her " Whole day ice kachang ice kachang now eat la." Well, at our table the topic was about shemales. I have no idea why. Then in usual style, my brother and father argued over individual rights and tempers flared and so we went home. My sister drove home and boy was it scary. She can't drive for nuts. It was 1am when I reached home and I went online. Stacy soon came online and I asked her if she went for Serina's birthday shit and she said no. Coz her mom's sick. Talked to her for a while and she took away some of the guilt I felt for not going. And thus I slept. As I am about to now.

Racist.

2006-07-19T22:30:00.000+08:00

Someone, who has the courage and audacity to take the limelight, clad in an anti-Nazi jacket of sort, stand up and generalize and misperceive the meaning of a neo-Nazi is one I consider a racist. How dare you? Firstly, this certain racist can comment that he dislikes neo-Nazis whom he generalized as the MALAYS. Have you lost your mind. I myself, am an indian and I am already fuming at the comments this irresponsible and immature young adult has made. Imagine, what a Malay person might think. Imagine the consequences if someone is to take action on his comments. He has single handedly rocked the fragility of the peace of our racially diverse nation. You should know about the events taking place in the middle east. You should after so long in Singapore know about racial harmony. You can't generalize an entire race of people over a few rotten apples. Did you not think of the consequences of your words. Are they only Malay neo-Nazis? There are Chinese, Indian and a mixture of gangs that are in existent in Singapore. And they practice more racial harmony than you. If you ever read this you dastardly little racially confused derived pyschosomatic lunatic, SHAME ON YOU.SHAME ON YOU. See you in school and expect a few stares at least.

Ola! El Shito.

2006-06-26T09:10:00.000+08:00

As I enterprise upon the realization that all is not well in Count Eshwin's body due to certain implications of flu and fever on the day of the petrifying beginning of the Innova Junior College Prelim 1 which is bound to start at 1pm at n1-1, I admit that I am trying to elongate this sentence for the sake of insanity. I have not touched South East Asian history for it is the bore of a lifetime. Reading Homer's Iliad or Hitler's downfall would have been so much more fun but due to lack of experience from a certain Senor Baggypants Yeo one myst accept fate as it as. Even though it is a dastardly dishonor to my family line of studying the Iliad. When discussions over History ensue in my household it is over the Iliad and for the typical brain-dead Singaporean who may only have scarce knowledge of the Iliad, I feel totally exasperated to loneliness and infuriation due to the unworthy knowledge of the South East Asian nationalists. For those brain-dead Singaporeans who don't even have a scarce inaptitude to what God almighty the Iliad is, Here's a Singaporean summary. Some old man wrote about Greek history most famous for the battle of troy, ok alright, the wooden horse ya know? Many argue that the Iliad is a myth but I say if Jesus exists so does this. Coming back to the more important issue of the pending exam over the South east Asians, I am forced to resign to the evidential fact that a lack of studying and a torrid flu has severely downplayed my hopes of getting lucky. Furthermore, to travel the long journey to Woodlands is not the best option for myself but I shall not turn or run away from the consequences of my failures and instead face the music hopefully from a nice band. Furthermore, I come upon another perilous realization that I do not have a pen. And the necessary cash to buy one. So whoever in my class has the immoral dysfunction of reading the proceedings of my stale and disdainful blog so early in this mortifying morning, I forgive you if you have the courtesy to "BORROW ME" a pen. Life goes on my friends and foes and forgiving seems to be an issue today thanks to the LIFE! Horoscope. El Shito to all of you.ESHWIN PREVAILS!

5 crazy things I've done so far in life..

2006-06-22T04:05:00.000+08:00

Well, upon meeting my cousin who's been relatively lost in my life over the year due to his commitments in the army, I've realized that he is the only person with whom I've really shared personal details of my life with. He is truly my best friend. Well, as my brother describes him. " He'll make your balls boil with fury but when he apologizes, it all goes away." This coming from my extremely volatile brother. Well, he has taught me all the various trades of the game from the good to the extremely bad. But, its still hard to live by his motto of what's life worth living for if you don't attempt to do everything once. So, in memory of my cousin, who has fractured his skull because of a stupid recruit who made him fall from a five tonner. My blood brother, this are the 5 craziest things I have done in my life with your guidance.

1) My cousin and myself, highly high on a potent mixture of vodka and sprite, find ourselves stranded at bukit merah with no idea how on earth we got there. Realizing that we have no cash on us, my cousin spots an ATM machine to pay for our taxi ride home. My cousin attempts to put in his card but the machine rejects it twice. My cousin, in a fit of fury, forces it in, and the bastard machine swallows his card. For a few minutes we stand there like fools til suddenly, we both start kicking the machine with fury. I know, by kicking the machine the card will not come out, but, pardon us, we were rather high. We got tired of abusing the machine so we sat down for a puff. 5 minutes later, traipsing along come two police officers who ask us if we were te ones kicking the machine and my cousin said" The fucking machine stole my card." Well, they told us it was vandalism and off we were, in the police car, to the police station. At the police station, coppers asked us a load of questions that had no meaning. Thinking we were fucked for sure, as they were going to call our parents, in comes our cousin who is a cop. He looks shocked to see us but nevertheless said " So what you guys did now?" Told him our story, he pulled some threads and we got a ride home in the police car. Next day, with my hangover, I realized, FUCK! That was fucking insane.

2) I was secondary 2 and my cousin and I were staying over at my uncle's house. He lives in Changi prison because he is the sort of warden there. In broad daylight my cousin and I go to the guard tower and start scream vulgarities at the guy on top. Why is it crazy? Well, apart from the fact that he could send us to jail and possibly tear our bodies apart with his M-16, I don't know. Well, I think the aim was to see if he could hear us. Well, he did, because, he used his loudspeaker and told us to wait there as his shift was changing in a minute. He'd come and deal with us punks. Well, we waited. When he came, we called him a pissant and ran away. We were scared shitless, because we thought he would follow us home. But, the pissant didn't.

3) We went over to a friend's house and we were slacking there. My cousin got bored so he grabbed a hole of the Dude Dexter's dog. He made me open the dog's mouth and he made the dog smoke some Marlboro red. Ensuring the dog TARIK, he really put his hand in the dog's throat, well the dog did TARIK and the dog did live. But, Dexter wasn't happy because he didn't want another nicotine addict to smoke his cigarettes. Crazy. Oh yea. Serina, it looked like your dog.hahahha..Forgot the breed name and the dog's name. ( DONT MEAN TO BE CRUEL TO ANIMALS)

4) Rather sick... IF YOU LIKE ANIMALS...ESPECIALLY CATS...PLEASE DO NOT READ ON...
Cousin and some friends were out, think it was around serangoon area, we were sitting at a void deck, unsure of what to do, when this white domestic cat came in sight. We were playing some dare games. And somebody stupid dared my cousin to squeeze the cat's balls. I tried refraining him but he's a psychopath. Instead I helped him lure the cat in. Put some cashew nuts in my hand and called the cat over. It came. My cousin petted it..And he reached under... And the rest I leave to your imagination.. The cat yelped.. It swaggered from side to side for twenty feet..Then it collapsed. Then as we went closer to investigate. It got up and went another 5 feet and fell again. We saw someone coming and we ran away..

5) At Dexter's house, which is across Changi prison, behind the petrol station, there is a small road. WE were sitting there high on something that some know I have done before. And we were talking cock. Well, Dexter recorded it. As we looked at the video, we realized what we were saying.

ESHWIN: Is that you Mr. Gonzalez? Mr gonzalez! Remember me.. I"m Raul.Yea. Raul Gonzalez..Waah..We good. I and you good.
I was talking to the lamppost. Why Raul Gonzalez? WE were watching real Madrid versus deportivo. the game where zidane scored the wonder goal.

MY COUSIN(LYING DOWN ON THE ROAD): I SEE. I CAN SEE!
DEXTER: SEE WAD?
MY COUSIN: SEE THE SKY. WOW. IM SWIMMING. SWIM SWIM. EH MARCUS. SWIM AH.
I cant really recall what else was said. But this was what i remember from the video. Need to meet dexter soon and get the video.

Well, this is the 5 craziest things I have done throughout my life so far. There are other wild moments. But, this, were all with my cousin.And that is what makes it special. Oh yea, there was no one named Marcus with us.

The canteen massacre

2006-05-22T16:06:00.000+08:00

Innova jc. Location. Canteen. Food. Its non-edible. The state of food in the canteen is becoming a horrible experience for all food-loving and craving Singaporeans who want a taste of their everyday staple of food ranging from char kway teow and roti prata. Even we, supposedly health conscious innovians are food lovers. But, the school has decided that the only valid and edible food in the entire canteen, the meager roti prata, has been relieved of its duties to feed the majority of innovians. I cry FOUL PLAY! They might say prata is bad for health but what in heaven's name is Alice Cafe selling ice cream for? Isn't ice cream more dangerous than prata. After all, prata is mainly flour and ice cream is a whole ton of iced sugar. In your right mind, tell me which is more perilous to our bodies? Prata? HELL NO! The committee has taken away our only eatable food. Is there some sort of canteen rivalry going on?? The prata stall was pulling in massive crowds and therefore a conspiracy theory may have emerged against the food of the innovians. Why???? Even Soya bean has caused such a hoo-haa. Its just god damn Soya bean. The canteen is supposed to be selling items for the benefit of the students but it has emerged into a personal canteen war where the students have no say and no voice. Where is the justice? I will bring you through the stalls in the canteen and their horrible uneatable food.

Stall 1: Alice Cafe
--> The Soya bean facade and the ice cream debacle. This drink stall has been prone to controversy. Also, drinks without ice is an additional 10 cents. WHAT! When questioned over the price of ice, Alice's reply is " Goh Chok Tong says we must not take things for free." Well, alice, why the hell do you think your running a cafe? Also, prices of drinks compared to other jcs show that her prices are higher. Something about the location? In e.g. Ice Cool in IJC $1.10, in JJC $1. No further comments.

Stall 2: Spice and rice
--> Main victim in the canteen massacre. Seen their business crumbling after the revoking of their prata license. However, there is still a strong backing for this stall as it is widely believed to be the only stall that has something worth eating and not puking in the canteen.

Stall 3: Western Delights
--> The only day that this stall has something worth eating is Wednesday. The day of the chicken Cutlet. On other days, food is just horrifyingly horrible.

Stall 4: Best Chinese Cuisine
--> Best my ass! Food is slightly edible. But quantity wise, oh my God! Are we some kindegardos who eats a handful of food. SHit! However, have to give them credit for their efficientness.

Stall 5: Yummy Noodle House
--> I Dont even dare to purchase food from this stall. On first sight and smell my nostrils flare and my eyes tear. Its a no-no zone for me. Nothing in defense for them.

Stall 6: Thai Yong Tau Foo
--> Second most edible food in the canteen. However, hygiene is at an all time low in this stall. Risk of diseases most likely bound to come from here. Ive seen her sweat enter the soup and believe me it aint a nice scene.

Stall 7: Malay Cuisine
--> Food last year, barely edible. Food this year, a bite and i'd rather die of starvation. Horrible. The thought terrifies me. If the quality of food aint enough, wait till the prices make you churn and grunt in displeasure. Surely the most expensive cuisine. With the most irritable food. Much more expected from a malay stall

Stall 8: The Juice Stall ( not too sure about the name)
--> The soyagate has left its mark. Though it may be seemed that the scandal has been resolved, soya bean sales are still going on. The desserts prices are ridiculous for a school.

And that's my round-up of the canteen massacre.

The story of the bastard right knee

2006-04-30T21:14:00.000+08:00

The importance of one's knees in his life, bith physically and mentally, plays a bigger role than one's brain. Admit it, if u were lost in the middle of some forest, would you prefer the mind of Einstein, without your two knees, or your two knees and the brain of a twiddledum. With your knees survival instinct kicks in and one will find the will to survive. With the brain of Einstein one could probably build an airplane out of an airplane, but without your knees, don't expect to travel anywhere outside of a 1m square circumference.

Well, back to the reason why i'm sulking like a wild mongoose. My bastard right knee, in 8 months, has faltered a whooping total of four times. I aint kidding. Four times. Once in November last year, once in February this year, once in March this year, and once in April this year. November's injury, i escaped with just a tweaked ligament. In february, the extent was worse, i tweaked ligaments, in March, i twisted my knee, and the latest one, a high possibility of a torn meniscus. And yeah, all of the injuries occurred on my bastard right knee.

Well, after the game in which my knee twisted, i went home by bus, crossed a bridge and sat down at home. I knew the injury was worse, because of the instant swelling. But not until the extent of a torn meniscus. The pain the next day was extremely excruciatingly moindblowingly acutely painful. It was so horrendous, that when my mother saw my knee, she literally gasped.
And when i saw my knee, i went " Oh FUCK!". My knee was the size of a watermelon, purple as deep purple and hurting like as though the reptillia within was trying to tear itself out of knee. Just thinking about it makes my knee hurt. My brother, who was suprisingly at home, passed his judgement, " Your finished. You definitely tore something." The fear was boiling up. THe judgement made by an army combat medic, cant be way off course. So off i was to the doctor, but i somehow could still walk. Upon reaching the doctor, he confirmed the suspicions of my brother after an X-ray and a feeling session. There was lots of fluid in my knee, likely cause, a torn meniscus, and a toothy smile from the doctor. A kind of I told you so. He was who i went to for my previous falling of my bastard right knee. He then asked with awe" I'm amazed, how are you still walking?" My reply." Coz im indian and i aint you."( He's chinese. No racial rants, just a very pissed singh) Expect me back. Im making my return on the 4th of June at the NSSL tournament. If i damage my knee again, i aint playing soccer again.

On a lighter note. My computer is down. My handphone will be around in 3 days time. Hope to see you soon. With my bastard of a knee.

Befall the night.

2006-04-13T23:06:00.000+08:00

Today, proved to be a day, where my emotions sparked. I cried. My emotions had broken free from the dam in which it had once restrained itself in. After another disappointing day at the soccer field, I sat down in the bus with a heavy sigh. I was tired, feeling each of my cells slowly turning into a heavy burden. Just as I sat down on the bus, I could not help but realize, that the old lady, who sat across me, sent me a tingle. She was like a potrait of my mother in the many years to come. And it was not in this desolute situation that I ever wanted to see my mother in. This lady, looked forlorn and vanquished. Her eyes tried their best to hid the eye bags that protruded from under them. Her thick glasses, showed signs of old age. Her black hair, encompassed with streaks of silver hair, was unkempt. But it was the fact, that she looked as though she had gone to work, that really caused my fortitude to collapse like the London Bridge. I made my heart ache, that a lady of her age, had to take the bus everyday, to go to work to support her family. This led me think of my mother. And all the disappointments I have caused her throughout my seemingly diminutive life, seemed to hit me in a fit of anger. As I looked upon flashback after flashback of my shortcomings, the pain inside me built up. Just by looking at this lady whom I had never met before in my entire life, it unleashed a reservoir of bottled up fervor in me. As I trudged home walking through the listless night with not a soul in sight, I let a tear roll down my side,despite knowing that I should not be seen ever in this scenery of sadness. I know finally understand the task at hand. My mother's future, is dependent, on the actions of my present.

Please rate my FM team!

2006-04-05T20:41:00.000+08:00

1.Carlo Cudicini
2.Nicky Hunt
3.Shao Jiayi
4.Kevin Nolan
5.Bruno N'gotty
6.Gary Speed
7.Oliver Dacourt
8.Joey Barton
9.Jan-Klaas Huntelaar
10.Jay Jay Okocha
11.Ricardo Gardner
12.Pieter Collen
13.Ali Al-Habsi
14.Angelos Charistaeas
15.Radhi Jaidi
16.Andrea Gasbarroni
17.Angelos Basinas
18.Jared Borgetti
19.Marcelo Danubio Zalayeta
20.Daniel Van Buyten
21.El-Hadji Diouf
22.Jussi Jasekalinen
23.Fabrice Fernandes
25.Gaby Mundinyagi
26.Tal Ben Haim
28.Chris Baird
30.Michael Tonge
33.Ozcar Wendt
39.Khaliou Fadiga

This is my Bolton team.
I'm really really sad to say nothing interesting has been happening in my life.
Damn.
I feel retarded.
Just rate my team and make my day.

Punjab: Motherland

2006-03-26T04:33:00.000+08:00

Many. Do not know of what I see myself doing in the future. In truth. Even I do not know. All I know. After the army has sadly besieged two years of my impromptu life. I will head back to my motherland. The place where I came from. I may not have been born there. I may not totally trust myself in the religion of the people there. But. I know where I belong. I have longed long enough. I belong amongst, the sugar cane plantations. The icy mountains. The cold shiver of the wind passing through. The heat that Hell besieged. The love that every mother can only give. I miss where I belong. One may say. I belong here. I was born here. Yes, I agree with you. But my heart, whatever is left of it. Belongs. To my motherland. My dad. Left it. To play hockey professionally. He has since always longed to go back. My family. They may be moving towards a move to Australia. I have no choice. Like every other abiding son. To follow. But after the army. I want to go to my motherland. I want to live and breathe the air. The culture. And maybe. The religion. I wish upon wishes. That I finally discover myself. I had once asked myself. If ever. The Khalistan revolution were to occur. Would I take up arms. Yes. I would. Fight. Die. Kill. Not for personal glory. But for my family. For my ancestors. The generations to come. I wish. I could have been there. Even now. My heart and soul. Belongs. Longs. For the capability. To feel the soil. Of my motherland. I hear people saying. They are not proud of where they came from. They feel disgusted about the land that their ancestors once resided in. If one cant accept his true lodging. How can he accept the fact that one is the generation. That has been spawned. Not by one's parents. But by those. Who had toiled and cried. Bled and died. For us. Not for them. Revolve people. I may be inclined to Punjab. But let me tell whoever who feels my words. I will come back. My heart also lies with this country. I will fight for it. I will be in politics. I will fight to change the system of democracy in this country. We point out so many errors in this system. But do we correct it. We just sit back and wait. Wait.Wait. Get up. Join the army. Join the PAP. Join the Workers Party. Join whoever you think. Will help to change the problem. Don't wait. Step up. Don't sit back and sulk. Stand up. Don't wait. Correct the problems your eyes see. Don't ponder. Be decisive. Don't be afraid. I am not asking you. To go on the streets and protest. To write into the papers. I am asking you to stand up. Fight for your rights. It is freedom of speech after all. Humanity. Humans. No one can put us down. We long to be free. Stand up Singapore. You decide. You choose. You should not listen and fear. You should listen and retort. If you feel injustice has been done. We all have a right. If we do not care about our political system. We are leaving it to the government to do as they wish. Has not the example of T.T. Durai shown us, that we must not belief in ignorance is bliss. We have to listen. Speak. Dispute. All this. Makes us. Who we really are. We are not to be suppressed. Stand up. Correct it. Do not wait for someone else to do it. Do it by yourself Can make the difference that has been lacking.

Study type

2006-03-23T22:15:00.000+08:00

Well, upon realising the desolute situation that I myself has placed myself in, I have realised that I'm not studying. I may sit at my desk for a total of 3 hours straight, but only half an hour of work gets absorbed by my over exuberant brain cells. It seems, i can absorb anything, ranging from sports to plain old facts, but when it is time to study, my petulant brain cells, seem to try their best to erect the Berlin Wall upon my books. I sit there thinking and thinking about nothing. I realise, that this is not the O levels, where my alter ego knocked some sense into my stubborn skull, did I only really start to study.

I have been trying to get my alter ego back into full gear. But he seems to be off on vacation at the Swiss Alps. I have called him, smsed him, and even sang to him. But he still seems to be locked in his hibernating slumber. I now know, if he does not wake up within the next week, i will be facing a perilous situation. Yes, one may say, who is this irresponsible alter ego of mine, well it is me myslef. My family history is ridiculed with the disease called schizophrenia. It basically means that there are a couple of fictious characthers roaming in my brain. We talk to them and conspire with them. There is my Iago, Dwight Yorke and a friend eloborately named Nicky. Yes, call me crazy. But i know I am. That is the difference. I know that my brain is playing tricks with me. So, i have no qualms with it. But i really do listen to the opinions of these three pigments of my imagination. They are a part of me. Part of the very soul that i have. It is very much like how Lord Voldermort has split his soul as in the Half-Blooded Prince. But, my mother always said, the opinion of 5, is always better than one. Never mind if you despise the person, one's opinion, no matter how ludicrous or plain jane crazy, is still worth taking into account. As many know, I am an extremely stubborn person. I will never let people except for my parents and siblings, influence my life. It is mine after all. However, my friends knocking around in my head, are the ones whom i really listen to. Right now, i am really missing the opinion of Nicky. Yorkie and Iago have been making their stay in my head all too comfortable. I need Nicky. PLEASE COME BACK! I NEED TO STUDY!

V for?

2006-03-23T15:42:00.000+08:00

A movie that really captivated me. The acting by Hugo Weaving as code-name V was fantaboulous. He should be getting an Oscar. Here are some of my favourite quotes from the movie.

V: Remember, remember, the fifth of November, The gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.

V: This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what. And what I am is a man in a mask.

V: No, what you've got are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty of them I will no longer be standing, because if I am then you will all be dead before you can reload.

V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. There is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.

V: People should not be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people

If only, we could have a super hero in the midst of V, unlike our own Mat Man, who rides on his bike, cigarette in his mouth and a parang gripped by his right hand.

Monday Blues

2006-03-20T20:58:00.000+08:00

Well, as I was trudging towards the unholy damnation of the double-edged sword of a gp and literature paper in one day.( Yes I know, murderous they say). I realized that throughout my holidays, I had only been studying for economics. I had not touched anything else. So, I knew I was fucked. But then, I'm fucked most of the time. Not in a brokeback mountain kinda way, but merely a disposition of my daily attitude. So, first thing first, I had Shrada call me at 6.40 in the morning to help me get my ass off my voluptuous bed. I woke up, walked to my hall, and literally leaped five foot in the air before collapsing onto the sofa. But, I forced myself to awaken from the mosquito infested five minute slumber, thanks to some help from my ever awake mother. Eventually, I was late, extremely late. So I had to waste 15 dollars to take a cab to school. Sad to say, since it was 7.22, I had to get a cab within 4 minutes. I saw a cab comin out from the block in front of mine, and I saw a Botak( bald) primary school kid waving enthusiastically at it. I looked at my hp, saw the time, thought to myself, Fuck it, he's already late, don't let me be late. Go fly kite. I stole his cab. Even though he was only a primary school kid, i was deeply regretful of my actions as I know how it feels when someone steals your cab right in front of you. Normally, I curse and rant away at the person whilst the cab is going past me. When I'm in a bad mood, from a particular distance, my handy middle finger is ready for a workout. And I shout keh ni nah beh chau chi bye neh neh pok pok chu lai as loud as possible. In school,the papers killed me. I had no mindset to study literature and just bullshited my way through the literature paper. So, that summed up a torrid Monday.

I am who I am

2006-03-19T15:46:00.000+08:00

Pearls that swim the rift of me
Long and weary my road has been
I was lost in the cities
Alone in the hills
No sorrow I feel
For anything I feel

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky

Friends and liars
Don't wait for me
'Cause I'll get on
All by myself
Put millions of miles
Under my heels
And still to close to you
I feel

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the sky here
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night
The night

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet rag
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightning
I am not your automon
I am the night

Everytime, depression hits your doorstep, remind yourself, you are not who others want you to be, but what you yourself perceive yourself to be.

5 things you did not know about me

2006-03-17T14:35:00.000+08:00

1.I like being alone.
2.I have not had a crush since 30th november 2005. ( End of puberty?)
3.I've seen my fair share of ghosts.
4.I like to do things my way. I will not give a damn if you tell me otherwise. I will stick by my way of doing things. So don't even try.
5.I am addicted to Football Manager 2006.

Highly educated, mismannered and immature

2006-03-16T22:00:00.000+08:00

Well, upon reading the AJC soccer blog, i have come to a conclusion that the higher one's education is, the more and more, he forgets his manners and becomes more immature. Till one has met the person and understood the person, one cannot draw upon conclusions. Maybe their highly educated stupor gives them a certain right to discriminate and undermine a person without even knowing his or her name. I have duly taken down their names in my infamous black book, which in 15 years, i shall re-open. I will find these people, and sat upon the task finding these measles and excruciatingly making their lives a living hell. I have it all planned out. I know in 10 years ill be filthy rich because i cant see my life anywhere else. Had i not been for my parents, i would have quit school at the secondary level, and started my plan. I am driven by success and i will kill for it. Call me the devil's spawn, for that i am, if i set myself upon it. My belief, is that the higher one's education, the more lost is his capabilities in being mature and mannered. If you really want to destruct and ridicule a person, do it professionally, don't sit there with your pants open and stand in the rain and cry out loud oh God its Raining! Fuck off, remember you immatured studious cripples, your life is mine and mine only. Disrespecting me is like fucking your mother. God will find a way to get back to you. Ask for forgiveness, I will leave that to god if you believe in him, for I have seen the grim reaper, and I have smelt death, for I shall come for your soul, Gui Liang, wait, death approaches, I will find you, I will torture you, I will make you beg for your soul to be wretched away from my grip. You are in my black book. I will torture you and only you. I have friends everywhere, I will never lose track of you. Everytime you fuck a prostitute, a male, your mother, I will be watching. Your life is mine.

Innnoa Jc Soccer Team( Nicknames!)

2006-03-09T13:09:00.000+08:00

Firstly, in my list, everyone is equal, first and last have no meaning but are just basically who i thought of at the moment.

1. Ariff the Spectacular
2. Faizal the Turbulencer
3.Amin the fastest Indian
4.Aiman "Manlele"
5.Edwin the puny eyed musical master
6.Shahril the sarong seller
7.Adib the talkshow host
8.Thevane the Chennai Boy (a.k.a Kumar, ThevaneKumar,Kumarthevane,Rajnee Cunt and many others)
9.Shi Han the Lighthouse
10.Taufiq the inofficial coach
11.John "Yellow Fever" Johndis
12. Nigel " Bruce Lee"
13.Vic the gentlemanly Hulk
14.Dinie "Ronaldinnie"
15.Ahmad "Madlele"
16.Zaki the grey-eyed devastator
17.Peng Yong the Yo-Yo Boy
18.Yamin "Captain Marvel"
19.Iman the cheeseman
20.Izzudin the din machine
21.Calvin the China Boy
22.Gervas the synchronised diver
23.Eshwinder" Georgie Best" Singh
24.Zulkifee " Mr.As Per Normal"
25.Masthan the arabian horse
26.Alvin aka Kong the Big Boss Man, Chunk of Meat and many others

Also, a tribute to the coach and teachers
1. Dalis" 7 years" Supait
2. Mr Koh the Budget Bill
3. Sir Hao the Man of Respect

This is the list of people whose various contributions helped us to win the North Zone Soccer tournament. Heads up and lets walk to school everyday in the way Vic has showed us.

My last stand

2006-03-01T21:41:00.000+08:00

Well..It was another disappointing day for me, in front of my friends, expecting to play some part in the game.. and being neglected yet again. Then along comes ******, five minutes left, and kaching.. he's in the game.. Hmm.. i begin to think what part do i play in this game? Hell, i would rather play normal soccer with my friends every saturday and sunday and the rest of the days just mug like crazy. But, i go for training ever tuesday, wednesday and friday. Go home so far, feel like shit. Mom scolding me, Dad scolding me, needing a cigarette badly, a sniff horrendously, but, i fight all my urges. I know im not fit and all...I know i am slow.. But i sure as hell know how to kick the ball, pass the ball, dribble with it, make use of it, and play football. I might not be as good as i was when i was 11 years old when i was in centre of excellence and Jurong under 12s. I may not be as good as i was three years ago. But i sure as hell am better than a hung horse running around, who cant control the ball, only can tonjol, and is totally single-minded. I would even prefer din to play because he is a better player. Im not being jealous or anything. I just find it difficult to beileve that someone who just runs around like crazy is better than people who can play soccer. Well, my A levels are more important than soccer for this year. So, i shall take my final bow soon. When soccer has become overwhelmed with running around like a mad dog with no brains, instead of the good old days of Michel Platini, Maradona, Zico, Marco Van Basten and all the other greats who showed that footballing abilities were the way for the game. Now, it has just become a sport for those who have mileage. Damn, curse this world, the sooner it burns, ill be happier

Well, How do you do?

2006-02-26T02:20:00.000+08:00

Today, I met the strangest uncle on earth. No, I am not talking about Alvin (a.k.a big boss man, Kong and many others), I am talking about my uncle, whom I happened to chance upon at Queenstown MRT station. He is also the very uncle whom I have not seen for light years and no one in my family really knows when he is in Singapore or elsewhere around the globe as that is what his job perceives him to do. So, as I alighted the train coming back from a devastating loss again YJC after a short detour at Burger King Far East Plaza ( Where Zul's brother works), I was sleepy as a log without a leaf. Then I bumped into someone whose size was intimidatingly huge, but not in Alvin's proportions, but that of Jonah Lomu( the new Zealand all blacks most famous dude). He spun around and without even recognizing me said " Well, how do you do?" I was taken aback as I was caught in a schizophrenic dilemma as one hand, he was my uncle, and on the other, was the most peculiar reply to someone banging into you. Seriously, if one were to bang into any Tan Ah Teck on the street he would probably curse at you like as though he was betting on the lost cause of Arsenal. An Ah lian would probably scream her head off and have fifty willing secondary two kids try the beat you. An old lady would probably scream molest and the others would just grumble and walk away. But, for the first time in my life, where I had accidentally bumped into someone, the reply of " Well, how do you do?" left me rooted to the spot like a rigid statue of Sir Stamford Raffles. I did not know how to reply so I just said I'm fine. Then, upon realizing who we were we both gave each other an embrace fit for any Tamil movie out there. People stared, some laughed, but hell, it was good to see an uncle, who was never around.

The Truth about God and His or Her relationship with me

2006-02-21T16:10:00.000+08:00

Well as many may know, my relationship with God aint great. We have had our disagreements. Its not that I don't believe in his existence. It's just the fact that people have disregarded and changed His image too many times throughout history that we might just be praying to some dude who thinks he is superior. Well, to be serious, I believe He could be a Her. I mean doesn't the everyday female except for the certain bitches and butches, have the aura of something special. If you look at it, women are in fact the symbols of all things holy. Hell, even their virginity is considered sacred. Well, looking at all this evidences, I truly believe God is a she. The fact that women have been ill treated throughout history and still have a certain uncanny capability to forgive. Shit, tell me you don't see Jesus in that. Well, to my other point. I firmly believe Jesus is black. He is a person, although I aint Christian, who truly existed, but he was mortal. Like how Jay Leno said it, " He should come to Hollywood, they don't convict celebrities here." He could have been a celebrity of his time. Well, for my disagreements with God, I don't believe he or she is dead. I just believe he or she has left the building. Maybe he or she probably went on a galaxy tour or something. But, all I know is I sure as hell aint gonna go to any church, mosque or temple until I firmly believe that the true picture of God is painted, no matter how ugly or beautiful, whether it is a He or a She, I will still respect and finally belove a person who has been mostly missing from my life.

SHA 9678 P

2006-02-17T15:42:00.000+08:00

I' ve been sick for three days running. I really hate being sick. Because its sick. I went school on Thursday just for debates, but I screwed that up, will never forgive myself. So, after that, as I was dragging my feet to get a cab, came SHA 9678 P. I entered and told this Malay dude with a songkok that I wanna go Depot Road. Hell, we were off. Then, I realized this was no ordinary Mat taxi driver, but possibly a dude who was a Bomoh in his past life. He started telling me that I was worried about something and I agreed. Normally I wouldn't give a fuck to talk to taxi drivers, but this dude, he captured me. He started telling me that since I already in jc 2 might as well push on and finish it. Why quit? He read my mind like how bananas in pajamas did. He told me to take things easy and don't stress myself out. Then, he asked me the most peculiar question.. Your father wants you to be a economist, but you want to be something else, why listen to him, listen to your heart. Does he choose your life? ( I edited his language for all those out there who might not understand matlish) I was shocked as he knew what my dad wanted me to be. I was starting to freak out because I thought this dude was stalking me. But, I remained calm and he kept talking away. He talked about his kids and how I should treat mine. He was like some guru on wheels. When we finally reached my house, it was $15. However, I only had $13. I asked him if it was ok if I gave him $13, he said no problem esh. That's when my balls really shrank. I just paid him and left. Not before memorizing his license plate. This Malay dude, wearing a green songkok, with a goatee, was giving me the wise words of a mat. I have taken his advice into my head. It was a great experience to be told by someone else what you are going through. Thus, if you ever sit in the cab SHA 9678 P, get ready to be released of a heavy burden by the mat songkok guru on wheels.

Broken Hearts Part 2

2006-02-12T20:11:00.000+08:00

Well, after the success of broken hearts, another one of my close friends approached me, and asked me to help him relay his story of how 2 girls, I repeat, 2 girls, backstabbed him. One used him to get back at her old boyfriend, the other, for his money. Both phunked with his heart, and threw him off the building. Well, he wanted his name to be shown to get back at the girls whom I shall disclose. Mr. Terry "Million Dollar Ass" Irawan is a hurting young man. Therefore, I named them Thelma and Louise.

Firstly, there was Thelma, she was his first ever girlfriend. She had just broken up with Skater Guy and was very upset with him. Terry was doing his best to get her and she manipulated him. She pretended to love him and made him love her like how a pig loves shit. Well, a month or or so later, Skater Guy came knock knock knocking on her door( if you guys get the song, WELL DONE!) and she kicked Terry in his balls and used her ass and pushed him off the roof. So there went Terry and his fantastic ass, down to the first floor.

Upset as he was, he never let that disastarous first relationship go to his ass and heart. Then, came Louise. Dang. She was a beauty. But a big bitch. We all warned him about her. But love was bigger for him. He ignored our calls of desperation and became her chi hua hua. He spent so much of money on her, that even he could be the owner of Tampines Rovers. Well, she even brought him to visit her mother! WHAT! HER MOTHER! He got her momma impressed. He being the best unknown rapper in Indonesia definitely caught her eye. Well, so, they were happily traipsing together and one day, comes this retardo from the United States of America whom she barely knows, he's richer than Terry I think. There goes Terry and his million dollar ass all over again, falling down.

This got him furious. He started seeing all girls in the same light. All bitches. You earn 5,000, they'll spend 4,990. Even to the point where he did not want to get married. Then I suspected Brokeback Mountain for him. Thankfully, he was as straight as the forty year old virgin.

Please, help him. He' s desperate for some true feminine love. He's a boy whose going to waste and im afraid his only alternative for love is to turn gay. Help him. Love him. Don't break his heart. Hes already gone through it twice in life. Damn, that's shitty luck. He deserves a good relationship.

Broken Hearts

2006-02-12T01:03:00.000+08:00

Today, I take on a more serious tone. It makes my heart boil with fury and pity looking at the state of my friend whom I have known since I was Primary 3. We were in the same secondary class for 4 years and although we are may not be continuing our education together, our friendship has never been greater.

Why do girls mislead guys? Many girls think it otherwise. However, judging by previous experiences and recollections of my friends' sad stories, there is a rising number of girls who are playing around with guys. Why do girls make a guy fall in love with them and then just throw them off the building. Disagree with me? I' ll present to you the almost Shakespearian tragedy of my faithful friend.

He did not know if he was in love when he met a girl whom I shall name Sally. Well, I might as well call my friend Harry. So when Harry met Sally, he was unsure if it was love or just a lame old crush. He took things into stride to see if his feelings were true for her. She was doing the exact same thing. Instead, she was actually showing more signs that she was head over heels for him. Ive met her. I confirmed it to him. How I wish I hadn't. He fell in love with her. He chased her how every guy would.

After leading him on, she suddenly tells him in his face that she doesn't want anything to do with him and gave him the cold shoulder. He was heartbroken, infuriated and cheated. All in the name of love. Instead, she goes off with a gay wannabe basketball looking dude and a semi-retarded guy from my primary school.( I know, what a small Singapore). She threw him off the building.

And they say that guys do the throwing and dumping. Well, don't phunk with our hearts too.

The conversation

2006-02-07T20:57:00.000+08:00

My friend Manveer and I, were discussing about our friend Manpreet. You see, before Manpreet went to India for three months, he was intent and persuasive in telling us that he will never marry a punjabi girl. He sweared upon his might balls. We were to cut his balls into 20 pieces and feed it to the dogs at SPCA. When he left, we rarely had contact. So when recently upon his arrival in Singapore, he happily announced to Manveer and I that he was in love with Punjabis again. We were jubilant. A chance to whack him. A few days later, he met a girl, whom he is going to work with at a florist shop, and he was in love, and guess what, she's indian. So this is the conversation i had with Manveer, that started about headphones, but went totally out of this world.

A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
pai
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
u got extra headphones?
manveer says:
no man.. only got one currently.. my old one spoiled so i bought new one
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
darn
manveer says:
philips got lots of nice ones..
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
how much u bought urs for?
manveer says:
it costs 79, but i bought frm online auction 55
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
pai my blog words big enough wad
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
foo
manveer says:
noise cancelling ones
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
i wana buy 12 dollar one
manveer says:
haha
manveer says:
sighs
manveer says:
celebrating terry bday?
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
in wad way?
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
trash his car
manveer says:
haha,...
manveer says:
anyway...
manveer says:
wanna get him anything?
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
up to u
manveer says:
dei ur best friend dei
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
hahaha
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
dunno la
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
i nber bought for him anythin b4
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
its the thought tt counts
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
hahahahah
manveer says:
haha
manveer says:
yeah
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
we buy sumthin for his car la
manveer says:
we bluff bluff tell him tmr we gonna buy present for u, wat u want.. then he sure say no need all.. then we say ok no need then.. haha
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
tts fucking classic
manveer says:
haha yeah man
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
im gonna write it in my blog man
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
hahahahhaha
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
its fuckin outrageous
manveer says:
haha power la
manveer says:
i gonna help advertise ur blog
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
power la
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
the english chim meh?
manveer says:
i will help u advertise yr blog pai
manveer says:
then tmr u will see this on the bus
manveer writes:
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
HAHAHAHHAHAHA
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
pai
A world so Cold----> www.be-the-revolution.blogspot.com says:
im goona write bout u la
manveer says:
hahahahaha wtf
manveer says:
write abt manpreeter and his anti-punjabi girl campaign also, and how he changed his mind, and how we owe him a slap and kick
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ok
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tt 2
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u got see the grl he like
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??
manveer says:
yeah wait i find frenster show u
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like sum kolliwood stat
manveer says:
shes hindi
manveer says:
shes hindi i think..
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i saw already
manveer says:
sanjana right?
manveer says:
hahahah
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tamilnadu
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hahaha
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yea
manveer says:
in the year 2010, manpreet will show this to us... unfortunately, singapore still wont be in the world cup... which is a huge surprise right?? haha
manveer writes:
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hahahhaha
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his weddin
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the tamils will blow horns all
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peh pehpeh
manveer says:
haha.. got elephant all..
manveer says:
dunno for wat
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AHAHAHA
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den he will come on the horse
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in front of him got the band
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playin dil to pagal hai
manveer says:
yeah...
manveer says:
hahahaha
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den we will be the best bhais
manveer says:
then he will give a speech, thankin both of us for waking up his ideas, if not he marry chinese
manveer says:
yeah, we the best bhais
manveer says:
then the priest will come in harley
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hahahha
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den they will go in tata sumo
manveer says:
pai, this conversation must save la.. haha..
manveer says:
hahahaha tata sumo
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hahaa
manveer says:
WTF
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save la
manveer says:
wait later then i save
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wad else ah
manveer says:
lol
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den he will wear 150% silk kurta pyjama
manveer says:
hahahaha
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made in punjab
manveer says:
he will be crying all
manveer says:
damn emotional all
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we will wear tan ah teck suits
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tts y
manveer says:
haha...
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he will see chinese grls walkin on the streets
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den he will regret
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hahahaa
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why why
manveer says:
haha... cos chinese no stamina, and cant handle punjabi guys 10 inchers
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hhaha
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then ragavan will be the priest
manveer says:
HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHA
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he will crack the coconut all
manveer says:
eh today ragavan and his gf ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY
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FOOOOOOOO
manveer says:
hahahaahaha
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raghupunde power sia
manveer says:
guess her name dei..
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waD?
manveer says:
sangeetha
manveer says:
hahaha
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hahahahahha
manveer says:
tamil movie typical typical
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sangeetha and sanjana
manveer says:
haha
manveer says:
then suddenly out of nowhere they long lost sisters
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hahhahahaha
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den safi will be the brother
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and mr krishnan the evil father
manveer says:
haha safi will show his soccer skills all
manveer says:
hahaha
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hahah
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he will lock them in the room all
manveer says:
yeah krishnan the evil father... then he making evil plans, then got lightning
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then manpreet and ragavan will fight their way throgh
manveer says:
hahhahahaha
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den they will whack the father
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de they will say
manveer says:
pai most important, must have LIGHTNING !!
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together
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DEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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then the lightnin
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fooo
manveer says:
then it strikes the tree
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we can become directors la
manveer says:
hahahaha
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den fall on safi
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then they cry
manveer says:
we frm dunno where come until tree get struck by lightning sia
manveer says:
hahahaha
manveer says:
safi DIE!!!
manveer says:
hahahahahahahahahaha
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then safi
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will ask them to take care of his sisters
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then he will ask his father to become good
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den we have the weddin scene
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FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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winner of 58 awards
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pai
manveer says:
yeah, then krishnan will shave his moustache for the first time in 27827472472 years
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now the title of our movie pai
manveer says:
hahaha
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wad is it gonna be
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tt too
manveer says:
erm
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POWER TO THE BHAIS
manveer says:
haha
manveer says:
cannot la pai
manveer says:
TEENAGED MUTANT NINJA BHAIS ?
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cannot la
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they not mutant
manveer says:
unmutanted ?
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SPONGE BOB SINGH AND MR SKINNY KELING
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how
manveer says:
wtf.... cannot la damn long.. hahaha
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pai
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like jay and silent bob strikes back la
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sumthin different pai
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out of the box
manveer says:
okok settle.
manveer says:
subtitles?? WILL THEY DO IT...............?
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hmmm
manveer says:
then we sponsored by red bulll
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we do the movie in english
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den we dubb in tamil
manveer says:
okok settle
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we sponsered by vasantham central also
manveer says:
yeah.... wats our budget for the film?
manveer says:
$250?
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$10
manveer says:
hahaha
manveer says:
pai realistic la
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$500 la
manveer says:
we all damn thirsty must drink plenty red bull
manveer says:
yeah can also
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yea
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then our website
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is my blog
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hahhaah
manveer says:
yeah power la
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we got a great movie script
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a great cast

This is the conversations of all mother conversations.

My Dad's Fighting Techniques

2006-02-06T13:28:00.000+08:00

On a nice Sunday evening, I was on the computer chatting away with my peers. I caught a glimpse of my Dad's face protruding into my room. It gave me a shock. I pondered why his behavior was so peculiar. But I couldn't give a damn after a while. I noticed he had entered my brother's room and hammering away at the Muhammad Ali type of punching bag that my brother was a proud owner of. It would have been a shock had it been his first time lashing out on the punching bag. Unfortunately, for me and particularly my mother, it was a daily routine. At the age of 55, the ex Singapore hockey player with a variety of liquor bobbling in his tummy, was trying out his fighting techniques. I couldn't care less. However, this all changed when he called me into the room. At first I thought he just wanted an opinion on whether he was reaching a certain designated spot. How wrong I was! He started telling me to punch and kick away. I was rather nonchalant as I did not want my father to discover that his son was a fighting God. :P.. He started calling me sissy pants and started to show off some of the techniques he had acquired over his lifetime. I could not help but laugh as a 55 year old man was displaying some incredible flying kicks. But, the thing that got me rolling all over the floor was his " three -hundred pounder "punch. His facial expression was beyond this world. Not making a fool of my father, I knew he was famous in his days for breaking peoples' jaws for insulting him. I have the highest respect for him. But, normally, for a father to teach a son how to fight when the son already knows how to, its really weird and funny. My Dad always believes that I have it in me to bash any moron that blocks my path. But he fears I may not know how to and be too much of a nice guy. Well, I once fought over calling a certain someone a bakwha face. My dad was trying his best to input some knowledge into my fighting capabilities butt I was just bowling out with laughter. He found this rude and playfully kicked my ass. I responded with a thumping blow on the bag and he started to clap with gusto. He started to insult me and I started to laugh my ass off. Then, he lectured me that he was not going to be there forever to protect me and that I needed to learn to protect myself.Well.ok. He then demanded that I kicked the punching bag continuously. I refused and attempted to leave. But he merely pushed me back to the punchin bag. I started to ferociously kick the bag and he demanded some style. I swayed a little bit and he was on cloud nine. After that odd occasion, he kept insisting that I was now ready to fight with anyone...Well..No comments..Now, while I am writing this, I really wonder how I will ever teach my kids how to fight. Being a Dad is tough. Damn.

My Cousin Rami

2006-02-05T20:36:00.000+08:00

My 3 year old cousin was being a pain in the ass. And the only way out of his constant playfulness was to place him on a chair, put some form of food in his hand and on his favourite Barney show. Little did i know, that by playing the Barney cd on my computer, there were to be dire consequences. I went to study whilst he was thoroughly enjoying his show, singing along with the not so melodious voice of Barney. When i went to check upon him, i regretted ever giving him a Brownie. He had thrown it and smeared it all over my LCD screen. I was gobsmacked. When i asked him why he had done such a horiffic act, his blatant reply put me on the verge on pyscho tears. " Barney hungry. He like cake." I instantly placed him in my mother's ever forgiving hands and set upon the task of saving my monitor. When I came back with a wet tissue, I realized the brownie had become rock hard. I chipped, wiped and rubbed with all my might. But up till now there are still small pieces of Brownie stuck on my monitor. I have learned my lesson. Never have the trust to place a brownie in a toddler's hands while he is watching Barney on your beloved monitor. The consequences are dire. I now look back on the ordeal with a smile on my face. As one day Rami will encounter the very same ordeal when he tends to my kids.

The Clementi Monster

2006-02-05T13:30:00.000+08:00

When ever I walk around under my block and want to go home. I take the lift. When the old aunties and small girls see me, they release an aura of insecurity. Do I look like a rapist and pervertic monster? No. Its the perception people have after the horrific incident of the Clementi Monster. Not tying it down to the colour of my skin, i believe, its because im young, unruly hair, with stubble, and droopy eyes. But isnt that the way how most of us teenagers look? He has caused many of us problems. I cant normally enjoy my lift ride now because i always notice the old aunty looking over her shoulder to see if i have an evil motive. Believe me, i mean no harm. I am just trying to go home and enjoy some family time. I have no harmful intentions and no pervertic mindset. So trust me. I'm not going to harm your children our hurt your grandmothers, i'd rather mind my own thoughts and carry own with my life. So please, dont look at me as though i'm a potential rapist. I'm human too. I have feelings as well as you. It hurts me to be considered as a someone who can cause harm. I'm just a normal jc kid.