Oh hello there. Let me see. You either a) Saw my blog website at my friendster profile and decided to drop by. b) You were blog hopping, and you came across mine. c) You were eager to see if I've got a new entry so you click on my link everyday. Or d) You're simply interested to read. I see. I see. Whatever you are, I hope you're not e) You decided to read my blog, then tell everyone you know what I wrote in here. If you are, then I am telling you, GET LOST. You're not welcomed here, and my blog is mine. I own it and I don't need a blog-kpokiah. So thanks for dropping by, but get your eyes off my blog link. Thank you. =)

Anyways, I went to watch the soccer match just now with most of my malay friends. Bendemeer won 3-0. And when they won, they were like Bishan Park 'welwel'. I don't know what that means but I know it's not something good. They were mocking us. With that, all the girls were like being so sarcastic and answered back. But indirectly uh. In Malay. Hahaha. It was so funny.

I went home with Zuby and Siti Farah, after leaving a note to Anis, to tell 'him' I was going home. So, yeah. Bought Sundae Hot Fudge, and hung out at j8 playground. Crapped around and laughed alot.

Oh when we were going to the MRT, there was this indian girl, the type of girls who ask for $5 to buy a dumb card to help uneducated girls like her to study and bla bla bla. Fcuk that. They wasted their lives ad when they are abandoned in Girls' Home then they expect us to help them. And the way she talk is like, 'Just give me the money lah, I don't want to talk so much' kind of way. Bullsh*t. Sometimes I'd just walk away, other times, I let her waste her breath, then when she's done, I say, 'No thank you.' She'd give me the 'WTF' look before saying please. Hahah.

Ouh. There's no school tomorrow. But damn, Sec 2 have to wake up at 8am to complete our assignments on the school website before the portals close at 2pm. Damn.

By the way, I don't know why, but my right hand's been shivering lately. According to old people, they say it's either I'm scared something will happen, or it's because I'm thinking of something. It's hard to write with it trembling. What the hell am I thinking man.