there was soccer on a saturday morning, trying hard to complete holiday assignments in the afternoon, and a total slacko-chiller throughout the night. the shahridan urged me to put my faith in the holland squad. rightfully, i should have little qualms about the decision - 3 goals difference victory against both italy and france, and 2nd team 2 to nothing against romania.? motherfucking ashravin - next time i see him on the streets, i confirm break his legs so that he cannot play soccer anymore. his cat, bloody nuisance, kept on staring at me like a xiao-ah-beng. the brother offered to fetch because he, too, was watching ball in the clementi area. i left with a heavy heart, and for once in quite a long time since the O level period, worried for my tomorrow. i told myself: saturday after play soccer go home change then study until 11pm. then go home sleep, tmrw wake up early do work until 6pm then go out grow fat. but i couldn't turn down shahridan because this month's starhub bill will have an additional cost of $21.40 due to the last minute subscription of the euro 2008 channel of a flat in clementi avenue 1. i told myself to start working on primer 2 back at his home, but became easily engrossed analyzing jiaheng's text message. motherfucking pubor, van basten put me right back i also play better la. _|_ -.- _|_
the following day, i worried about work submission on day 1 after the first holiday break in poly. the body system worked less effectively that morning - i woke up 2 hours later than my usual maximum sleeping time. i planned on going to kap to be a emo studier, but while preparing and printing the materials i needed, lhc called and said she was on her way there with dawn. so, i appreciated company, and the brother sent me there. shahridan came. many stupid fuckable things happened like no fcukin' worries tee he was wearing, as if in sarcasm towards me after losing money the previous day, and happy meal was $4, the less white girl at the counter went, "this week got tai dong and panda.", taught me how to play, and instructed me to press the button to let-loose po's evil laughter. i went back at around 11, chiong-ed my model-making, and confirmed to myself that day 1 of school would not be a pleasant one.
i regained my status as a SP poly student this day, and reported to campus at 8 in the morning. seeing the lecturers and coursemates after a long span of 3 weeks surely did had
the awkwardness involved. we, quite surprisingly, talked almost immediately on meet-up, as if the 3 weeks of holiday had never existed. we owe it to the euro. i shared the current financial plight i was in, and they symphatised with me. and, and.. ya lo, that's about it. i still had to pay for the owning chicken rice myself. the mother sent a text, "hv u contacted ns?" and i suddenly recalled that i had missed the online deferment period. i approached some of the 18 and 19yo holmies in the course, and they advised me to skip lecture to make my way to cmpb immediately, because if anything should screw up, i'll be off to pulau tekong instead of singapore poly every morning. ah then the class people made fun of me like, "joey help me carry my bag, you must start training,"
k, to conclude, people, imagine a joey in number 4, botak head, thick and heavy gortex boots (which will easily reach my knee cap anytime), with a military army bagpack (k have carried before). o.0 shi bu shi.?