"Eh ah eh ah! Tak takot! Tak takot!"

Buto. My COS friend here beside me keep pestering me to turn off the freaking computer. sheesh! Dammit, he says, "No time to blog! Tmr tmr!". Like WTF?!

Geez. Just got back from playing soccer at the mph. from 2000H to 2245H. And yes, the finale was a match between the Manjens and the Mats. Ok not Mats, but the Melayus. We won the 13-10. Hell of a game i tell ya. Got whacked right ion the face when a friend accidentaly run into a ball that bounced off my feet. Got a cut above the eyelid and now, suffering from pain, depression and frust (having the stuopid COS beside me watching every word i type). BUTO! SIAL!

Gotta go now, he claims he wants to sleep. Wateva! Ok ok. Going off now. Sheesh! Tmr got enlistment duty and oooh... must look my best. But at this shag tired moment, i wonder if i can wake up early tmr. Haha. Dammit.


From the man in green,
Legend