wednesday
i woke up late
at about 6.30am.
i knew for today
i would be late,
because i didnt started
packing up my soccer stuffs.
soo~
i got out of my home at
7.15am
but by the time i got to the ground floor,
my stomach of mine suddenly picked up a fight with me.
and i had to go up back the stairs
made it to sixth storey,
and visited a place where
i could have my joyful moments.
my mum was shouting here and there,
because my little brother was a pain in her ass.
he didnt know the meaning of LATE
plus i pitied my mum
because she always had to pack
that lazy boy's books into his bag.
like as if my mum is a maid
towards him.
and about that,
i joined the arguement.
hahs!
i have the rights, dun i?
he even told my mum
to carry his HEAVY bag
wherelse he just walked to school
carrying nothing but himself,
and even when going back home.
oh boy,
you're 11!
be independant.
not only that
sometimes
ok not,
most of the times
he had to be feeded
by her again.
he's stubborn
plus naughty,
for the age of 11.
i dun know what you're up to,
so thats not my problem.
plus,
he prioritize himself in playing game
then eating for lunch or dinner,
or perhaps even STUDYING.
gawwd,
he showed his maths paper to us.
he failed badly
but he told me that his performance is good.
WTH?
yaaaaaa righhtt~
you stupid never study.
online games are what you're dealing with
EVERYDAY.
go study,
next year is PSLE for you
and i'll laugh at you if you fail.
dumbass~
hahs!
he can be very irritating,
even though he's my young brother.
oh wells,
so i'll continue.
got out of my home again
at 7.30am,
i didnt rushed.
i know i am going to be late
so i stopped by a shop
to buy sweets
because friends in my class
want sweets from me everyday.
i know im a SWEET guy,
so thank you.
hehs~
lessons were as per normal.
after school
had physics class only
and skipped chemistry
because i wanted to play
in the farewell match.
secondary 4 boys against future 'B' boys.
i was sooo looking forward to the game
even though we had 11 players in our team.
i started out as a striker,
i missed two opportunities to score,
but i assisted two goals to the team.
Haris wouldnt have scored if it wasnt for me.
HAHAHA~
Viknesh, the swinging leg, scored one too.
i should have scored,
but eventually
i twisted and pulled my muscle
and down i go.
ok this is the part where i have
to effingly bare the pain.
so i was lying alone along the sideline,
with my left leg unable to stretch or move.
it ended with a draw
and we lost to penalties.
hahs,
well congratulations lah future 'B' boys.
i limped my way back home
after a short shower at school.
took taxi with Hafiz
and passed by an incident
where someone jumped down and died
at Chai Chee.
hahs!
it even came out in the news,
front page somemore,
so i wouldnt want to walk there
anymore.
kiddings~
oh well,
i didnt go school today
because i cant walk properly.
:D
oh wells,
tomorrow is Aces Day cum Teachers Day.
im off,
weeee~
