This is me

MY DVD PLAYER IS NOT WORKING! I CANNOT BELIEVE IT! really took away my night...i was so looking forward to watch those dvds borrowed from anthony, and when i'm finally free...*poof*
Pure frustration...sorry blogger, can't take my words off you..

Maybe i'm ver sensitive, but i can't seem to go with the number 3. First came the nationals when i was in sec 2. I screwed the race up. And then there' so much more. Now..i've borrowed 3 dvds from anthony, and my player is spoilt. screwed.

Played football today. From 10-3. just realised it was 5 hours. scarred by the sun, hah, guess i'll my skin will be falling off tmr.

SPEECHLESS

IRRITATED

What is the purpose of my blog? I don't know.
To waste time, No?
To vent my frustrations? Perhaps so.
I tell the rest what i think
Without using any ink

Just popped out of my head. It rhymes, so yea, wrote it down. Quite interesting ehhz? I mean, what is the purpose of a blog, any blog. Is there even a concrete definition for blog? Oh, maybe it sounds like this: blog(n)- words that make no sense. Oh, i'm getting senseless.

I came across my friend's blog also on the purpose of 'blog'. Quite interesting though, he talks about diary, journals and critics. Wonder if blog will affect the politics one day. Just look 5 years ago. No one even expects blog to be so successful. People were just playing around with MIRC and ICQ which apparently died out competing the ever-changing MSN. The emergence of AIM also eliminate this programmes. Yet blog is growing, strong. Look at me, the worst idiot you could ever see blogging. Even my brother is following the trend. And i've even discovered sex stories on blogspot. What's the world becoming?

Perhaps people will never drive a car that has no wheels. They'll perhaps live in their blogs. Just imagine a chip installed in your brain to control your own imagination: matrix. Yea..sounds quite cool ehhz?

I think i'm lost. Guess i'm tired. These are nonsense. Yea..words.

indian talkers-->trying to be racist ehhz? ..!..

I DON'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! PLEASE STOP BELIEVING I HAVE ONE!

Don't know what's wrong with people nowadays; they just fall into assumptions with so little knowledge about anything. Don't worry, i'm not gay. I just find myself hardly attractive to those i admire...ok, low self-esteem, but argh...ain't intending to find one so soon. I'm still 17.

Really lucky to be able to log in to blogger. I mean, it's really luck, well because i don't know when is it available to me, and am always banging to 'luck' to blog. Illogical theory..hah...

Gonna play football today...YAY! I always look forward to the weekend, just so packed. Enough excuse for me not to do my homework. Hah...when am i going to get my priorities right? Soon...but always after my football. My love of my life. Can't imagine how life's gonna be without football...PING PONG?

So i consider myself lucky today. I should score a lot of beautiful goals later.

YESSSSSSSS!!!!!! I am finally able to blog myself!! Really don't know what was going on for the past couple of weeks...my com? or the server...still, this blog's fine now..

I am so itching to play football now. Ok...not with Cjc. I don't know whether it's me or the team, but i just ain't able to play to my best. At least that's what i feel. I mean, i can't even get those basic football stuff right...perhaps a curse?? I'm the team's striker, yet so far, after 10 over matches, i was only able to score one goal, not two, ONE! Worse, it came from an indirect free kick, which i gladly miskicked. The goalkeeper must be feeling damn stupid man....

It just happens in the opposite way when i play for Singdon (ok...stupid name...but our team's made up of indonesians and singaporeans, exactly equal ratios). I scored hat trick in my first match. 'Nuff said...

I wonder what i'm doing right now...

At least something to cheer me up, if nothing goes wrong, i could be the track captain soon...that's if nothing's going wrong...(i dare not swear, even acjc dropped the baton after just 50m...nowhere near the passing zone)...yea...

Happy Birthday! Erm…Singapore?

Something’s seriously wrong with my blog…well…I mean my computer. I can’t blog myself! Need to get a friend to transfer these words inside..Oh my gosh.

9 August 2004, Singapore’s birthday. Perhaps of all the negative influences, I came to feel that Singapore ain’t that perfect. I mean, it kinda suck. Yes, people all around me talks about GST, taxes bla bla. Can u imagine living in USA, where half ur salary is ur tax!? Haha…irony..Yet seriously, this country is really racist. The Chinese are in charge of the military of defence, no one can fight with the Malays for football, while the Indians do the rest of the dirty job. And Eurasians, they snatch all the hot chicks…hah…Ok…dun be confused, it’s Singapore that’s racist, not me.

Because of the recent terrorist bombings, much confidential information has been filtered out for the Malays. Ok such is my cousin in law, he has a Malay father, and therefore he cannot participate in some indoor military activity, however high the position he is now. Where’s the logic? People are bragging about the Malays in Singapore can co-exist peacefully with the rest of the nation; you are not proving it ehhz? More like condemning them.

Yes, you would rather be safe than sorry. But if one is a military officer, how would he be able to jeopardize his country for any other thing? More so, if that really happens, are you really sure that Chinese will not do that in the future? Who knows a Chinese cult can grow big in these couple of years, and become another terrorist? GET A GRIP.

FOOTBALL!!! Tohari Paijan chose his team based on the color their skin. Tanjong Pagar United once had only the keeper a Chinese, and from China. Tan Kim Leng is playing the dirtiest job in the Singapore team: the defensive midfielder. Meridian Junior College has only one Chinese striker, who is the vice-captain. I have yet to see an Eurasian striker in Singapore. Nuff’ said.

I respect the Indians, but are they really treated with respect? Miss Narindar always tells us in class that, because she is an Indian, the society thinks that she speaks Tamil. While she was in National Junior College, she had to be in charge of the Tamil Society. She can’t speak Tamil. And there’s those whole lot of racist jokes. So much that many Indians were racist against themselves. The rest became anti-social.

Well, the Eurasians look too good. Can’t blame them. Like I can’t blame myself for being too tan, too tall, too lazy? Hah…maybe I can….

One people, one nation? One SICKapore.

I think i'm really immature. How so? For example, if you were to say anything bad at me, i'll curse you till my hair turn white. Oh yea...i have lots of them. I guess i really need to grow up.

I saw this statement my friend wrote: I know the lies you spread of me, but i will not follow the suit, for i cannot and will not stoop to your level. Yes, makes lots of sense. Seriously, if i were to learn that art, i would have been so much of a better person. Guess there's a lot of things i can do with my patience.

I found the definition of maturity in dictionary.com: The state or quality of being fully grown or developed. But i have this question, is there anyone that is totally mature? Ok...nothing is perfect, but out of these billions of people, not even one? Yet again, how do you argue maturity? The state of being fully grown...err..end of puberty? Or so, if one stops being naive, is he mature?

So, we can classify maturity into both arts and science sections. Arts: the behaviour. Science: the physical state.

Still can't understand. Guess i'm still immature. Yay! Pokemon!