sorry abel. i got so caught up with your blog , i've decided to create one. though we agreed that blogging is for jackasses on friday. looks like we're part of them now. i shall help abel advertise his blog , yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com. check it out. it will tickle your funny bone.
okay okay. a blog. since this is the o level year i'll try my best to blog interesting stuff. but if i can't , you jolly well know what i'm doing. mugging my ass off (ya right!)
well well today. sunday. its really a SUN-day. fucking sun can just cook some fried ants. woke up from out-of-this-world commentating from a WWE announcer. brother was watching wwe. 20years old and you're watching it. gosh. went for mass at 11am. mum just had to choose a seat right in front and that father peter paul or paul peter? had to say the mass. mann he just cant stop talking and he just cant stop talking slowly. best thing , i can't sleep. ended up people watching which became boring after 5mins. same people every fuckin' week. after mass , met the people outside main church and there came the entertainment. 101 comments about abels hair. i swear he looks like a jackass with a hill on his head. "abel hill".
lunch at mengs , first time the dude didnt remember our order and i always thought mengs has the best service. studied with alessa at icekimmo. fuckin kids kept screaming around the place thinking icekimmo is a fuckin' playground. i seriously suggest parents buy a dog muzzle for their annoying kids. can't be controlled , shouting like its world cup. maan they should be sold to africa and learn a thing or 2 about hardships. damn bitches.
left for soccer training. i seriously think singapore should build indoor soccer fields. with this kind of shit hot weather , we're gonna get fried one day man. i seriously dont know whats gotten into coach head. yes we're having a friendly match next sunday against st iggy. but you dont have to push us till we wanna piss in our pants right. we did this stupid sprinting and i bet it has no help on improving our soccer skills. lie die on the field (dirty public field) , when the whistle is blown sprint to the other side and lie down again. its as though we're fuckin' dogs or something. peeeeee! go doggy go. lie down lie down. peeeeeee! go again. plenty of physical training which left us black and panting. thankfully he treated us drinks , i guess he was full of remorse. i knew it! HAHH! no one can stand the sight of us looking all so helpless. training ended with a small match which sucked. our goalpost? the cones. and we're playing with those big goal post next week. no link man.
i guess i stinked 410. got home. bathe. wonderful healthy dinner, salad , mashed potatoes and corn soup. felt so western. thanks for the low fat dinner mum. but i felt hungry at 10. HAHA. did some work and found myself on the com after awhile. the wonders of the com.
school tomorrow. that gotta suck like a bitch. bye
No comments:
Post a Comment