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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

WICKED WEDNESDAY

whats with the titles. forget it. today really sucks! after school planned to ride to simpang cos they all were playing soccer.so i went home. oh yah and i realised drivers(especially taxi drivers) suck! they keep honking at us for no reason. green man also they horn at us. they were the ones speeding and thought they could beat the red light. baskets.

at home; had my lunch. waited for jason to call me so i lied down on the sofa. ended up sleeping. i was awoken my the blabering of people, calling my name. woke up, realised that there was a call for me. i couldnt feel my right hand. it went numb. it was jason on the line. ask me to go come down cos he and aslam were already coming. so i went down.

on the way to simpang streetsoccer court; cycled by the simei way. we went by the ite route. so on the way there, there were some little humps on the pavement. passed the first one. then came the second one. i wanted to 'table' but ended up losing control in the air. my bike went crazy. almostn fell into the longkang. in fact, my right knee scraped its way almost to the longkang. quite a long distance. then jason and aslam stopped. i was like, 'oh shit not another scar!' then i saw the white stuff on my scraped skin. freaking disgusting. then blood came out. it almost went to my socks. ergh. then the worst thing, my bike started making weird sounds from the cranks. i got really fed up already. so i just cycled my way there.

at the streetsoccer court; alot of people. they all saw the scraped part of my knee. all disgusted. ernest was very caring. he gave me his water bottle to clean the wound. aww how sweet of him. -.- anyway, told jason to buy for me mineral water. he cycled and cycled. i waited for my water. he came back empty-handed. i was like wtf! then he say enough water from ernest's bottle. it was less than half la please. got really mad at him. went to buy my own water. went back to the court an cleaned first. i still managed to play soccer and scored a goal at least. then went home at 6 plus.

on the way back; jason had to return jeremy's bike. so we went his house to return it. thank god aslam rode it. then he took a bus to fetch his girl. then wait with him at the bus stop. he took the bus and we went home. went l&t a while. looked for the bar end thing. 15 dollars. argh where am i gonna get 15 bucks! then went home.

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