Few weeks

Today i was out...

Met the troop and realised who i really was, what i was trying to be.

I aint any of that shit.

Im gonna turn 18 soon, cant wait for it, but i dont like who i am.
I have done things which will freak anyone out, and with the coming of my birthday i intend to leave all these behind and move forward.

I want to make peace with the people i long ago had problems with, eventough they claim its fine, the feeling emerges, the un-comfortableness(now shane is gonna correct this typo).

The 9 people, who probably never read this blog, no matter what i say or do, i know i will not be forgiven, but the person u know isnt who u thought it was. It was just the make up of different people i used to know. Im really sorry.

Now there is 1 person, which till now i have no idea what the problem is, but it has become so un-comfortable to talk to. WHat happened to those days where we could talk about anything or what ever. Now its never a call or a Hi. Hatred is in the air for no reason. Now all i ask for is reconcilliation, but if that is not possible then i say its over. But to me there is always an open door and forgiveness is something i hope u will grant.

Now i was spending some time on the phone and forgot what else to type.
And Shane happy birthday and i actully got u a gift man, and the trouble i went thru to get it, whoosh, its ridiculous man.

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Saturday November 26th 2005

Well on this day, i did practically nothing, just slept the whole day to cover up from the previous days long walk with the gorilla gaya.

So today at nite my mum tells me, that for my upcoming cousins engagement i got to go formal, so i was like whatever and went shopping with her. In the end got this formal pants which in the end i kinda liked and for once its not baggy, so while i was coming back home my fren Jagan calls me, he wants me to come to his aunts house, supposedly they were having some party.

Now for some background info on Jagan, well he is like my cousin, but actually he is a very very close family friend, i've known him for as long as i can remember and his family treat me like their own.

So now back to topic, so go there late at around 12 with my mum and bro, when we reach there, we eat and then he comes up with a plan, we planned to go over to his other aunts condo, slack there, get a drink and proceed to bishan the next ady together to watch Ruthra play.

So i say fine and go along so come back get my stuff and proceed to the place in a cab, now when we reach there outside the lift of the condo is a box. A Johnnie walker box, so just by luck we pick it up and realise there is ACTUALLY a full bottle in it. So being the indian we are we hid it from our aunt.

Then we staked out waited for all to sleep and then went to drink at the pool. So here we have an unopened full bottle of Johnnie walker swing and 2 dumb asses want to finish the bottle. So we tried the imposible and started. Now i did a mistake and got forced by Jagan to drag damn early and we both got drunk and realeased a couple of unwanted waste through out mouth, now dont let me go there, i also have a video of this event but i dont want to humilate my self. Well the bottom line is that we both got drunk and woke up the next morning with a snapping headache...







Sunday November 27th 2005

From there we took 2 buses to bishan, now ruthra is supposedly a big gangster and at bishan i realised why, he was like fucking fierce but he was cool with us, he was like a big time in potong pasir but nm all i can say is that in that tournament, potong pasir had 2 teams and both came in 1st , 2nd. It wasnt soccer that was being played, it was rugby, hockey, boxing all in one. THANK GOD i wasnt playing, i would have came out shattered. So after the whole tournament play a game and get my watch broken and my leg injured, see what i mean, well thats the game so go back home and JUST SLEEP all the way to the next day.

Notes to self
-Gaya fren fuck shalu
-Pizza Hut
-MIA

Nitez

Well let me start. Now where do i start.
Its been so long since i blogged, well its all thanks to the hangovers i have been having.

Well lemme start off from.

Friday November 25th 2005

Well basically on that day, i was like damn busy. Woke up and yet again didnt go to school, now Lai Fook Ming defienetly misses me. So then i begin to think what can i actually do to enjoy my day and just in time Saran calls, he needs assitance in selecting his Prom suit or maybe just company further more i have to go to a party at east coast. So head down to Raffles City Shopping Center and meet them late. So Saran as usual spends a LONG LONG LONG LONG LONG time selecting the stuff at G2000, now i always thought this was one EXPENSIVE PLACE, but after visiting it, i realise the pricing is rather suitable or shall i say affordable. So then since saran can get a half price discount i got myself a nice long sleeve shirt too.

So then Got to meet gaya to go to east coast. Till then i had no idea why the hell GAYA was coming for a PSL event. Well she came anyway and upon reaching there only did i realise about how freaking bad the event was and after some reminder i remembered i was actually the PSL alumni VICE - PRESIDENT, now freaking hell thats a big thing, i got a post and a big one at that. Well anyway back tot topic. THe whole thing sucked. I was actually pretty embaressed to be part of the event or even associated to them. Well for a start the chicken wasnt marinated, the music sucked ass, they were all taling in their CHannel 8 language and finally the FOOD SUCKED ASS.

Well thank god the rain came, it was a nice drizzle. So we all proceeded to the BUS STop or some sheltered area. There as usual Sivan had to leave. So it was down to me and gaya to roam singapore. So we took a bus to esplanade and walked around. Now it was still drizzling. Ok so we walked more and more talked alot of bullshit and reached clarke quay and talked at a indian muslim shop. There a guy comes a long and then tries to hit on gaya but of course it failed lol.

So im like so damn lazy to write now so i will continue later.

Notes to self
-gaya fren
-JJ
-MIA
-Engagement