Hmmm.

Chi-chi-chi-chickennnnnnn chicken. That's what i'm eating now.

I'm feeling super random. I'm feeling super restless. I'm feeling sad, mad, really bad.

Why can't MI play by themselves? I started off on my own too. I went to clubs, got rejected, got vulgarities hurled at me. I laughed. I cried. I bled. I vomited. I fell. But i got up again, and i ran again. When i first started out, i played on my own. There was no one there to guide me.

No that there are people to guide you, you all act like a bunch of spoon fed people. So what if there is no me and Anna? Not like you all can't play right? Not like you all can't score a point without me right?

I've been through the humiliation of entering a tournament WITHOUT SCORING A SINGLE POINT AT ALL. But did i give up just like that? No. FYI, i am LEAVING MILLENNIA SOON. SO GO FIGURE. LEARN TO BE INDEPENDENT. Still dare to scold me and Anna. TSK.

I am neither the Good Docter, Nor Michael, or very hard to reply. HMPH.

You can say anything about me. You can insult me, by all means. But when my turn comes, I'll give you a three second start. But i will sky you. And i won't hesitate to play rough.

Played soccer yesterday. I scored the openning goal against BFF. Then i blundered a lot, and got scraped on the knee and shin by a barbarian. Brrrhh. No wonder i was better protected playing in my long pants in Sec Sch.

Went to school to study today. Ate with Muhd. Funny guy lah i tell you. WHOOT WHOOT WHOOT. I swear he can shell walnuts with his biceps.

I bought cookies. Hmph.

Went home with Pam. I want to work with little kiddies too. That small thing got a lot of strength in those small fists. HMPH.

PS: Whereeeeeeeeeee are my mug shotttttttttttttssssssssss?

Coaching sessions! Here i come!!! SSC!!! HERE IS COME!!!

PSS: I'm not that hard to reply. Unless you don't want to or have other intentions, tell me so.