dum dum di dum

yet another sunday spent doing zilch. pretty fine with that i suppose, since i've got two patties of blisters for feet.

im the worst navigator in the whole of singapore i reckon. met up with a mate yesterday, but he called to say he'd be 2hrs late so i pretty much ambled aimlessly all over the place. when the time came, well, suffice it to say that i had a wee spot of problem gettin to our destination.

when will the exams at NTU or NUS ever end? all my hoop kakis are totally fried mugging for their papers and im all by my lonesome self. all because of some foolscap paper which need to be filled with endless equations which makes absolutely no sense to me. which just goes to show wat a no-life i am.

RIP my trusty Shox BB4. u were a reliable fellow, saving a certain pig frm quite a few ankle sprains. too bad u didn't last too long. it was a rather short life u led in fact, all of 5 months. oh well hope ur happy in shoe heaven.

played ball with weijie a few days ago at boon lay cc. abit humdrum, shooting around, till a guy frm the bunch playin opposite asked us for a pickup game, together with the other 2 guys shootin arnd our side of the court. it was then that mr BB4 met his sorry demise. played most of the night sans shoes, which explained the blisters.

how in the amazing world can people play hoops, or footie, or any other sport for that matter, without footwear? im utterly confounded why the above mentioned people dun develop permanent lifelong cases of footis blisteratis.

please, if ur a scrub, at least behave like a scrub. dun go shooting your mouth off and behave like like ur some superstar on a maxed-out payroll. and stop the jawing and yakking already. u'd be way better off concentrating and focussing yr attention on gettin yr shot to fall instead. i mean, its perfectly fine to be beat. or in yr case, ho hardy hoho. its not like i haven't been walloped badly before.