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Sunday, June 26, 2005 played against some church team just now. nizar's pri sch fren. beat em 6-1.goalscorers: boon, farrell, wee meng, shahrul, me (penalty. haha) and yong liang. their uncle joseph scored for them at 3-1. heh. hadta pay a bloody 150 bucks for the flooded field at turf city. 75 per team. sialah. each player 5 bucks. nizar paid 10 coz he organised. tsk. if only it didnt rain. then can play at the ssc field. 2 bucks each only. knn. ouh, at the end of the match, this acjc soccer guy from their team came up to shake our hands ah. (only 2 of em did btw.) then he asked me," you play for what school ah?" i told him,"meridian." then he said,"ouh...no wonder." =) haha..now ya'll know what he's implying. okay i'll just shut up. then just now on 854 , gg home. this stinky woman came and sat next to me. next thing u knew, she started her motormouth and yaked away on her hp. i thk evry minute...she only kept silent for 10 secs. im serious. and she was shoutin for the whole bus to hear. and i was right beside her. wtf. i recorded one whole minute of her conversation, which i didnt understand. and man...i was right. she talked for 50s evry minute. damn was i happy when i alighted. the end. oh darn. what did i do now?! =( Saturday, June 25, 2005 pms is disastrous. its as bad as my maths. hahaha. in case u don't know, my maths is horrible.Wednesday, June 22, 2005 batman begins was hella good. and ali's blogs like frickin nobody's business. i am up at this hour supposedly to study, but ended up bloghoppin. i gotta control man. fuck. i gtg slp. i dunw anna wake up at 12 like todae. damn fuckin irritatin. and i think my life is in a mess. heh. really fucked up. why are we all such cowards. to live our lives the way we want it to be. not conform to society. and study. go to school. follow rules. i mean. u do obey the law, but u can always swap nationalities ir ur home country dun work for you?oh. someone called. til next time. Thursday, June 16, 2005 ooh. from azzah's blog. very good. very strong. sideburn also, very long."what exactly is the right sort of love? when can you be said to love someone you're not supposed to? or for that matter, what is love? and if love IS love, then how can there be right or wrong? " haha. hell. how'd i know? Tuesday, June 14, 2005 maybe we really are over and done with. as doubtful as i am. fuck it.i realise studyin at home is good. i need a break. i wanna train everyday. and play matches every weekend. not study, study and study. i miss those training days. though i dont really enjoy them whenever the coach starts fuckin ard. am i vulgar or what? who cares anw? sheesh. okay la. she's gone for four days. and no more sentosa tmr. geez. i still want a dose of soccer. but noones seems to wanna play. i'll arrange a match this weekend myself i guess. but im too lazy to do that. heh. i know what. fuck that. Saturday, June 11, 2005 females, please dont be offended by my previous post. it's all in the name of good fun. i mean, my blog ain't serious. so pardon me yeah? heh.i'm feelin down in the dumps. evrythin kinda sucks la. watched singapore u-18s get beaten by malaysia last nite. darn. they threw it away totally in the last minute. our boys just weren't fit both mentally n physically enough. extra time killed them. how unlucky. i thought we had won it. credit to malaysians fer fighthin hard. hard hard luck. heh. it's still feelin crappy. studies n all. and with the glomy weather n rain... tsk. cant wait to play soccer tmw. hopefully meetin up with the fellas would be good, coz im afraid evryone would change. different after so long apart, know what i mean? we dun even meet up regularly. sigh. hope we put the grooves back in motion tmw. even huda's comin. how rare. calls for a celebration. haha. lastly, i suck. byee. Thursday, June 09, 2005 what's love?haha. i say it's skippin a Brazil-Argentina World Cup Qualifier live on tv to go meet up and study. =) |
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