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Monday, July 14, 2008 5:20 AM

Yesterday worked for 9 hours excluding the 1 hour break. Did Sentosa Rover with Palatz Nasiree. It was fun. Hilarious. Only we know. He went off at 4.30pm. (started at 6.15am) I start work at 9am. So yeah, end later than him. I did ALONE on a SUNDAY. Its like what the fish in the pond thing lahh. I need to take care of the two sides. Run here, run there. Gaah! Pathetic. Blame it on Rover 3. He's supposed to be there at 5pm. But he's late. Like, f*cking late. I must extend my work time. Worked till 7.15pm. Supposed to end at 5.30pm. F*cking bastard. HAHA, joking. Today, I reached school at 8.10am. I thought class starts at 8am. It starts at 8.30am actually. HAHA. Luckily there's Kimberly. I entertained her. Like for the first time. I mean, the first time and the last time. You tell me who want to entertain her? HAHAHA. (peace babehh!) Did coaching at 11-12pm. School, Loyang Secondary. The student, HAH, no comments. Taleb and I felt like shouting at them. Stress you know. HAHA. Than got this girl cry because her friend which is a girl, called her names. Hehh. Perangai primary school. So, have to talk to her. One of the friend, funny siaa. She's took a tissue and wiped that girl's sweat. Than I say, "Macam mak andam aje" Than she say, "Ishkk, akan datang" *we started laughing our ass out* What the.. Her name is Aziera btw. Hehh. *blublablubla* End. Went to class. Went for coaching again at 3-4pm. School, Pei Hwa. Mr Samri did all the talking and stuffs. Rizal, Noraswan and I stood by the side and watch. HAHA. Cool or whaat?! I became the referee. Don't want to take "gaji buta". hehh. *blublablubla* Went home with Noraswan, duhh. (macam biasak jugak)

p.s. tomorrow i'm not going for Floorball training AGAIN.
I mean, FOREVER if the training is on every Tuesday. I got an important class to attend, you see. CAD lesson. & the teacher, so giving me headaches. How am I going to cope with Floorball? We're left with 3 weeks or so before our tournament in August. Its like when we're 10 minutes late, you wont rewind what you taught the rest. And in 10 minutes, you gave ALOT of information to the rest. Catching up suck ALOT. I don't even dare to miss any minute of his lesson. So howw? 3 WEEKS MORE. How pathetic can this be ?!?! THANKS ALOT EHK. Gaah!


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