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Monday, July 07, 2008
if only.. EVERYDAY CAN BE AS FUN AS LAST SATURDAY!!
after a heated arguement with my dad which ended up in my being banned from com. -.- watever, cant u see that i'm using NOW. i went to school in a bad mood. as usual, as i walked to the bus stop behind the hospital, all alone, my bad habit came again. -.- ''' talking to myself.
'hows life?'
'sucks. bloody hell.'
'SianzZz'
blablabla
i kept talking as i walk towards the bus stop that i never realised a 31 just went pass me -.- . so i missed the first bus.
'wat a great start to the day!'
arrive at band room on time, band practice as usual. Sectionals for the first half before combined practice after the break. being in the first seat, mr tan directed most of the comments about trombone at me. haha -.-
'trombones, sounding quite harsh. more air'
'i dun wan u to play in this manner'
'trombone sl, do more long notes *points at me '
'ok next week onwards compulsory PHYSICAL TRAINING FOR BAND MEMBERS. to improve on their tone and stamina'
lol -.- DAMN.. lol kinda my fault..
nth much else, including section meetings, everything ended at 2 pm. hmm should i go home? NAH. dun wan face my dad. tmd. so i stayed to play soccer. than... *RAINS*
OH GREAT, WAT A DAY! however, that didn't stop us from playing, instead we went outside of co room to the quite wide corridor to play FUTSAL. lol.
me , young sol , caleb VS jj, daniel , david. BRASS VS WOODWIND AND PERCUSION!
every goal was accompanied by tons of laughter! everytime yun sol kick the ball so hard till it drop onto the 3rd floor, we will have a standing ovation and cheer him on to take the ball. lol
in the end it was the YAC that triumph [a lame name by young sol Yunsol,Andy.Caleb] . 10-5
we laugh like mad. it was such a fun match.
played till 3+. should i go home? NAH. stayed to talk cock. poor JLs, darren and su wei, no batch mates to accompany them, left only sec 3s and them. in the end we had a talk cock session which included suaning YUN SOL when he tried do handstand and rolled and rolled and rolled. lol
next, we went parkway, me, yun sol , caleb YAC! , mirza , luqman, rahmat and the jls. mirza used one dollar so we can played tabble football, only to realise he left $2 after the game. stupid sya. next, he chose to go Long john silver with only $2 -.- lol. obviously we lended him money. stayed at LJS after eating for another hour or so, yun sol, caleb , me and rahmat spotting chiobus everytime one walk pass. lol.
soon we went home and mirza -.- who stay at pungol took his bus, while the rest of us took 31.
on the bus, at first, it was quiet, than. . . . .
we attempted to push yunsol off his seat!
he struggled and struggled, screaming for help, but he was no match for me, caleb and rahmat!
boom! and all the passengers turned to look at yunsol.
in split second, yunsol scramble up and pretended he was sleeping.
than me and rahmat was like
'walan yunsol! dun so childish lei, ownself fall off chair! make so much noise. young sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool' we made sure we said it so loud everyone could have heard it.
yunsol, pretended he was still sleeping. until we tried to make him fall again. lol .
reached hom at about 7.30. went to sleep at 8. didn't bother watching tv. since i was back to my moody mood when i reach home. however i hope every saturdays would be like this!
Alone at Home Thinking ... [7/07/2008 05:44:00 PM]
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