my perfect wonder

The week has finally ended. The week was horrible and good in someways. there was good and bad. the bad was really bad and the good was okay. hear are my hi-lights

Monday-trying to recover from the fight my mum and i had- stuffed myself after training
Tuesday- met shermaine and emma after school and studied chem- nearly got 9 demerit points but clifton saved me but my parents found out though.
Wednesday-Poor shermy waited for me to end my never ending training so i left before it finished, felt real bad that she went to get water and stuff for me after she had to wait for quite a while then taught sherm chem she gave me a small cute mgs water bottle. Went home and got scolded by my mum again- she said i'm going dubai with my dad.
Thurs- Extremely upset- went to talk to clifton. Sherms friend gave me a weird look still cant forget.
fri- went to museum. saw this really cool picture. it was 3 photos of 3 generations of the same family's children at that era sitting at the same spot in the house in the 1930s, 1970s and 2004. it was so amazing that all the kids look so incredibly like their parents when they were the same age. got kicked out of ndp too.
Today- met lex at vjc - wore the acjc collegiate shirt and got a few weird stares. came home and had a another fight with my mum but she gave me a second chance i got till promos to prove myself.

i've been given several chances over the course of my life, most of which i've thrown away. i'm always making it through by the skin of my teeth but i think this is probably the last chance i'd probably ever receive. I just pray to god that my mum remains true to her word and if she is true i thank god for this one more chance and this time i promise although my promises may mean nothing by now that i'll go for it. I'll give it my all cause i want my dreams to come true and it sure as hell doesnt involve going to some dumbass pricky private school in dubai. for all the ppl who have been there for me the past week, giving me encouragement and pushing me on. i thank you guys so much. For now all i can do is trudge on. My pefect wonder.. sigh.. my perfect wonder i never needed you or wanted you so bad.

today

today sucked real bad- i just cant wait till i'm 21 and am out of the house. i cant stand my parents for nuts.i just hate being their son. cant stand it anymore. i think i need to think of happier things. finished reading harry potter. it was okay but i think some of my friends are getting potter feaver. here is a convo i had on msn.
you probably dont want to know the earlier part of the convo. ppl could get offended so here is a part that shouldnt offend anyone. well have no time to cont. blogging cause the biatch will pull the internet plug.

finally finished the book says:
we are purebloods
finally finished the book says:
12 years
says:
yes exactly
finally finished the book says:
AHHH
finally finished the book says:
time for me to become minister for magic
says:
yeah tt be nice
finally finished the book says:
lol
finally finished the book says:
you can be umbridge
finally finished the book says:
HAHAAH
says:
i'll be incharge of filtering out the undesirables
finally finished the book says:
yeah
says:
tts good

the past week..blah blah blah

finally found time to blog after so long. i'm so tired cause of school, i'm really fatigued. during religious harmony week i realised something really strange. Singaporeans tend to confuse Tamil with Hindi and banghra music. this is really pissy cause when my school played some tamil music some jackasses in my class were like naveen your language. well firstly i dont noe anyone ever in my family who can speak tamil let alone understand it. The only non english music i listen too is spanish(mum) hindhi but more punjabi music and chinese music so yeah tamil isnt included. however one thing Singaporeans should get into their head is that tamil is like a dialect it is not the national language of india. its like Cantonese is the dialect used in canton province and Mandarin in the national language its just the same with hindhi and tamil so dudes next time u see an indian dont be quick to assume that he understands tamil or in my case dont be quick to assume that i understand any language at all accept English so yeah. this week i guess was okay here are the hi-lights,
monday- training
tues- cant rmbr what happened
weds-training then met shermaine
thurs- was a screwed up day
fri- okay- went for barker invest- miss the good old days- shermaine- treasurer and kd- prez of mrc

tmr- have to go for ndp rehearsal- i cant even skip even when my leg is injured so its looks like i have to buy a brace before going to take pressure of my knee- stupid china guy who cant play hockey for nuts. next time when someone gets past u dont swing your bloody stick like a joke- that'll do u wonders honest. before i go i got one thing that has bugging me- Can Singapore's society handle mavericks bohemians and social activists. when i come up with a fairly good reason that it can i'll post it.

long pants

Got back all my exam papers. did really terrible and i mean really bad.. only passed 3 got one S and the rest are ungraded. screwed huh. anyways yeah i'll just forget that and focus on my promos. I was reading the forum in the sunday times on sunday and this woman mdm agnes hun yin chai wrote into to suggest that secondary school boys should wear shorts instead of long pants in sec 3 and sec 4 just like the students in catholic high. Well mdm angnes yeah i agree it does get warm when we wear our long pants but wearing the longs pants is a symbol of us maturing and the added the weight of the pants is like somewhat like our added responsibility-thats y boys wear shorts and men wear dress pants. i'm also sure that if u ask the lads at cat high or river valley or any school that forces their students to wear shorts at sec 3 and sec 4. i'm sure u'll find that an overwhelming majority would rather wear pants. Unless of course u would rather us looking like boys an behaving like them instead of acting our age. what a stupid comment by a probably stupid woman. sigh. anyways god gimme strength for the rest of the week.

07-07-07

07-07-07. what a nice day right. So today i decided that i would do something fun and benefitial to myself. First i went to zara to buy the shirts i wanted to buy. I found that rather stupid cause my godma's from spain it obviously be cheaper there. Aye but nevermind. Then i went to video ez and rented Fog and guess what it was showing on HBO when i got home. I was like wth. I still feel slightly like crap. the bloody ps3 my dad bought for me is still lying there unopened. i told my mum to sell it cause it'll only cause problems with me and my mum. I feeling like pushing for a vote of no confidence of my leadership cause i feel incapicitated in my abilities to perform my duties. I just feel like stepping down. My mum is really becoming f**king pissy. Before that biatch pulls the internet plug i'd better go. so much for feeling better argh..

WHEE

WHEEEEE- i think i'm begining to recover from my injuries. i havent felt so fit in such along time. I can now run without feeling pain in my legs. but my right shin still hurts when there is impact on it. Now i need to get back to match fitness- bring on the endurance and stamina trainings and soon i'll be as fast as i used to be. Sigh life is so boring there doesnt seem to be anything to do. for tennis u need a partner and everyone i noe who plays tennis is busy. soccer-well after 3 terrible sessions involving scoring an own goal, injuring someone and shooting the ball at chris's girlfriend, i'll forget soccer for the moment. My ps2 is spoilt and i have no cash to fix it and i'm sick and tired of the theatre. DAMN! argh. I realised that i've begun not to trust people. now when people say maybe or dont noe or sometimes for some people even yes i take it as a no. i dont y i suddenly subconciously do that. well it could be only be for the better. Bloody physics prac tmr on a holiday. hate the physics department. Wheeeee