i need to watch things die

tiring day at school...maybe i'm settling down in this campus...but i still very very miss the great sec school days...i wanna see school uniforms...i wanna go DC....serious...i broke so many "secondary school" rules in poly...and i am still not apprehended *hehe so dumb to state that :P*

i'm soooooooooo exhausted *macam kambing kener langgar trailer*...and if there is any typos in this post...dun blame me...blame the soccer field....blame the badminton court...hahaha *familiar*...well..i played 2 straight hours of badminton and then went on to play 1hr and 30mins of big artificial field soccer...*too bad floorballers, footballers rule today*

there was this one idiot in my team...solo kia *yellow entity*...fuck sia...i feed the team with passes and made out my own attack...then he go say to me "hey...play passing"...then i play pass...coz i aint a one-trick donkey nor any other animals associated with the circus...back to the topic on hand...i passed around...freaking tiring coz i was playing free role!!..hahaha been awhile since i did that...and i was playing in sandals :(

then everytime i freaking feed him...he would go do this lame solo right in the middle of four freaking defenders...one word to describe his style "bulldozer"...cnt get ball still wanna get...no beauty...Joga my ass...

i made shots...none went in...hahaha...blame my weak ankle and sandals...not me...blame the others...lost 2-0...but i see a better soccer team...chemistry just havent spew non-stop like me,PZ,Kamal and JC...not that i'm saying we're the tightest team ever...but there's just chemistry...

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now back home, i realised i need to buy some printing paper for my 1-HOUR LECTURE TMR!!! hahaha to go or not to go...Hamlet or whoever would ask me that...and i would say..."ingat klakar keper?"

but seriously...its just a measly hour...*OH GOD PLEASE GIVE ME A SIGN SO I WILL KNOW WHETHER TO GO OR NOT*...

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i shall name my guitar.....MUAHAHAHAHA...i'm too young to name my guitar...

and still a small-time guitarist....put me at any MRT station...and that will help my rep in guitaring...*thats how small i am*

not that when i come home and call "hey fufu! come here fufu! lemme play you!" and the guitar will come to my feet and wag its bloody fretboard...it'll still stay at a corner of my sis's room, emotionless to its player...

u're a slave to guitar...the guitar is never a slave to you...just like men to women...u treat ur guitar like a woman...and never name it...coz they'll come back and ask "why u name me that? am i fat?"....and when u refuse to answer they will say u are not interested in talking with them anymore!! hehe....*i never do make bloody sense, but i do believe that now..as a small-timer naming my guitar is dumb...it wont come to me...i need to pick it up and play*

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Sampuek Bin Marlboro work in a salt factory...then one day during a soccer match half time...the lottery number he had made a lucky strike... then he rode to the Pall Mall, which was located in Texas, on a Camel to meet a man named Viceroy...then Viceroy led Ampuek to another man named Dunhill where he got his prize money....

yay!....marijuana...take out a few letters and u'll get a name :) :) :) :) :) :)

coz i got high on exhaustion....blame the others..