time for an update

friday:
school was pretty much stoned. we had to use the computer to do a chinese picture essay. the picture thingy was done by the school teacher. i realised one of them looks like jack neo. he has that "wtf? did i direct i not stupid" face. walked to the bus stop with daryl naim and martyn. boy did they made my day. throwing wet toilet papers onto the bus windows and giving old mamas heart attack. went to the gym alone. got home changed and went for penitential service with mum. met aston and ignatius. haha had a good long talk with em , talking about old times which gave me a good laugh. hahaha. when it was my turned to confess , "my last confession was 2 days ago" i swear the priest was thinking who the fuck is this boy and what the fuck sins has he created damn devil's child. haha. met up with e old pals after the whole thing. abel alessa grace majella audrey francessca eunice tarcia justin. damn everyones in fuckin different school. sajc acjc cjc mi ijtp np whitley. HAHA. had ice kimmo with them. played asshole tai dee. initially i heard sa tai dee as grace wanted to play it and shes from sa. so i thought "sa has their own tai dee game" wtf.

saturday:
had good prawn mee lunch by mum. pushed the meeting time with the boys , gareth ben abel from 11am to 11.30am. and i was still late. ok ok my bad la cheebai. you all dont have to make it sound like i just stepped your balls right. got to queensway. bought my street soccer boots. damn abel couldnt get a good bargain deal with the bangala. bangala "ok ok heres your shoe michael jordan size." abel "boss you charge my cheaper i bring 100 michael jordan come your shop." -.- the bangala pushed 76bucks on the calculator and abel had the big balls to pushed it to 70bucks. mann he wanted to flip abel like a prata bomb. went to ikea for fantastic 1dollar hotdogs. for once i love food and i'll do anything for ikea hotdogs. bloody wiennies were heavenly. went all the way back to thomson for some lan. battlefield 2 and major teamkilling backstabbing and first to reach the plane wins. the ironic thing , we would kill each other just to get a ride on the plane. but once we're on the plane , 3 secs later we'll crash on some mountain and die. -.- and we were constantly shifted to the terrorist team. mann it felt good winning the americans and defending our mosque. we were sceaming for allah! got home. had good dinner. salad mashed potato spring chicken and celery soup. head out to meet the boys again. made our way to baghdad street for some chill out arab style. haha it sucks like fucked. couldnt understand wtf they were talking and the whole place was so dark. ideal place for karma sutra and we had to take off our shoes and go in barefooted. rose flavour sucked bad. we were still had big balls for more stuff. headed down to esplanade , harry's bar. drinks and good music and high girls. haha. got home. its good to hang out with the ac people. weekends with the ac skanks does make me happy.

you're so damn bloody selfish towards my feelings. you obviously dont know how i feel and how i try to make things right. selfish prick.