Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I never knew you,don't give up on me
We are non-existent
But I'll try to be persistent
I've gotta keep on if I want to be close to you
I know you're uninterested.
I'm probably just some stupid kid
I could give up if you would want me to
But I'll try to be persistent
I've gotta keep on if I want to be close to you
I know you're uninterested.
I'm probably just some stupid kid
I could give up if you would want me to
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
longest. post. ever.
playing soccer the whole day today makes me go all sore everywhere from the nether regions to my neck to my arms to even my eyebrows. played with the ite dudes for p.e. (lol i know, wtf right, that i'm twenty already and still using the same pathetic word of p.e), then walked to tp to have meet the awesome two, omgheyzul and shahimself (pronounced as one word) to have an even more awesome time at the tp street soccer court. lalala, met them at mushroom, met zul's dude zamir with his gf and the one half of the AHHHFRO twin, eddy aiden. posed there for awhile, did scoped for a couple of cute chickies and went to the cheers to our drinks on. man.. the drinks section of that place reminds me of that CHAAACITYY MAYNNEEEEE dude a.k.a the stocked fridge guy but with only more varieties and shit. got the usual pokka 500ml two bottles for two dollars.. had to share with the whitehead because i honestly think that drinking two bottles is just absurd.
well again, blah blah blah, got to the court, said hey to some unfriendly looking dudes and started slaying the teams one goal at a time. well.. i don't mean to exaggerate here but i was in the form of my life scoring three goals while omgheyzul a.k.a john kassim netted the rest (two). lost some, won some but the punchline to this entry is just that i FELL DOWN WHILE TRYING TO EXIT THE COURT VIA ATHLETIC STYLE..and for those of you who ain't sure what athletic style is.. you know how people wanted to climb over a short wall of lets say.. 90cm. they could choose to either a) climb over elegantly by sitting on the wall first, then proceed to turn inside and lift your legs over the other side one at a time and then softly landing on the ground or b) recklessly jumping over using your dominant hand as a crutch as you fling yourself upward and turn your body with your hand as a pivot in order to get yourself to that desired location... and no prizes for those who guess i used method number two and failed. miserably.
thankfully, the dudes came to my aid, looking over that small street soccer wall, to make sure i was okay and then proceeded to laugh for the next two and a half minutes. good dudes, i don't know how i'll do without them. haha, so got up awkwardly, tried to laugh away the embarassment of falling infront of more than 15 people who i never spoke a sentence to ever. well.. thankfully no one except zul and shah laughed because i might just have to fight everyone of them just to show how pussy they truly are..
lost form after that, started feeling lightheaded when shah kept on misplacing his passes and zul put on his "i'm not happy with the way my team is playing" look and started to take potshots everywhere around the court. i tried to pick up a ball from zul when suddenly i felt my right calf tightened and i had to lay down there like a wounded beast. the nice dude and BFF zul instructed me to relax my leg and he reliefed me with his lovin hands.
haha this is funny because, a lil side track here, zul brought his "PROUDLY GAY-ING" t-shirt for soccer but turned out didn't wear it because he's a pussy but instead wore his macpherson sec football jersey. ugh.. everyone now... PUSSY! so i wore his shirt just show how fun i can get. and wait... now i know why no one laughed at me when i fell.. no one wants to laugh openly to a gay who falls down awkwardly right?
eh, so after zul nursed me, i stepped out and got replaced by shah's classmate which happened to be stellar and instantly clicked with zul playing in the centre. YO, definitely after that we indeed seen zul's flashes of brilliance and saw him to get on his form of his life with like, no exaggeration, 15 goals in ten minutes. magnificent stuff from that dude man. so yeah.. pretty cool. the game toned down abit when everyone seems to be leaving. kicked around with the dudes for a little then changed and played daidee because zul is pushing us to play with him. he claims he "wants to practice". lame.
went to kfc where we spent the next 10 minutes arguing what kind of food to order because we all wanted to eat chicken in a bucket but it was goddamn expensive so we had to settle for a three piece meal with cheese fries. ate two of em, then regretted ordering so much because we thought we could finish all of em. blame shah for that.
got home soon after when it finally downed on me that i could not even walk around normally. had to text zul that i was being sore before i started this post. he replied, "you should wake up tmr and feel the wrath of it all".
not stoked!
p.s: eating mee soto with the librarians tmr at the food court behind my house. SAHWEEEET!
well again, blah blah blah, got to the court, said hey to some unfriendly looking dudes and started slaying the teams one goal at a time. well.. i don't mean to exaggerate here but i was in the form of my life scoring three goals while omgheyzul a.k.a john kassim netted the rest (two). lost some, won some but the punchline to this entry is just that i FELL DOWN WHILE TRYING TO EXIT THE COURT VIA ATHLETIC STYLE..and for those of you who ain't sure what athletic style is.. you know how people wanted to climb over a short wall of lets say.. 90cm. they could choose to either a) climb over elegantly by sitting on the wall first, then proceed to turn inside and lift your legs over the other side one at a time and then softly landing on the ground or b) recklessly jumping over using your dominant hand as a crutch as you fling yourself upward and turn your body with your hand as a pivot in order to get yourself to that desired location... and no prizes for those who guess i used method number two and failed. miserably.
thankfully, the dudes came to my aid, looking over that small street soccer wall, to make sure i was okay and then proceeded to laugh for the next two and a half minutes. good dudes, i don't know how i'll do without them. haha, so got up awkwardly, tried to laugh away the embarassment of falling infront of more than 15 people who i never spoke a sentence to ever. well.. thankfully no one except zul and shah laughed because i might just have to fight everyone of them just to show how pussy they truly are..
lost form after that, started feeling lightheaded when shah kept on misplacing his passes and zul put on his "i'm not happy with the way my team is playing" look and started to take potshots everywhere around the court. i tried to pick up a ball from zul when suddenly i felt my right calf tightened and i had to lay down there like a wounded beast. the nice dude and BFF zul instructed me to relax my leg and he reliefed me with his lovin hands.
haha this is funny because, a lil side track here, zul brought his "PROUDLY GAY-ING" t-shirt for soccer but turned out didn't wear it because he's a pussy but instead wore his macpherson sec football jersey. ugh.. everyone now... PUSSY! so i wore his shirt just show how fun i can get. and wait... now i know why no one laughed at me when i fell.. no one wants to laugh openly to a gay who falls down awkwardly right?
eh, so after zul nursed me, i stepped out and got replaced by shah's classmate which happened to be stellar and instantly clicked with zul playing in the centre. YO, definitely after that we indeed seen zul's flashes of brilliance and saw him to get on his form of his life with like, no exaggeration, 15 goals in ten minutes. magnificent stuff from that dude man. so yeah.. pretty cool. the game toned down abit when everyone seems to be leaving. kicked around with the dudes for a little then changed and played daidee because zul is pushing us to play with him. he claims he "wants to practice". lame.
went to kfc where we spent the next 10 minutes arguing what kind of food to order because we all wanted to eat chicken in a bucket but it was goddamn expensive so we had to settle for a three piece meal with cheese fries. ate two of em, then regretted ordering so much because we thought we could finish all of em. blame shah for that.
got home soon after when it finally downed on me that i could not even walk around normally. had to text zul that i was being sore before i started this post. he replied, "you should wake up tmr and feel the wrath of it all".
not stoked!
p.s: eating mee soto with the librarians tmr at the food court behind my house. SAHWEEEET!
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