sick and tired...
ah damn! we lost the match...
nearly had lunch with RJ players after that. Went to Junction 8, then separated. Too many patrons, too little space. But there'll be a friendly match soon. Still planning. Hope it's soon, promos ain't too far off...
The new definition to sick and tired... when you're down with flu and too tired to even think about standing... Hell, how am i supposed to concentrate in lectures when half the time (half? more like all) i somewhere between here and LaLaLand. But it's interesting how much one can absorb in that state. Like being able to take in the lecture with minimal concentration... better than stoning...
A simple prove of "what's meant to be is meant to be"... using a frisbee. Fri, frisbee flew into canal. Fortunately, some crab fisher had an extremely unlucky net, no catch (*hint hint*), while the rest were brimming. Agreed to lend us crab net. Manage to fish (crab?) the disc out. Then comes Tues. Strong breeze, almost blew my shirt off. Frisbee flew into canal, again. This time, no uncle crabby... Concidence?
Still can't pass NAPFA... Ever dreamt of jumping further? Running faster? Dream on...
and stop posting ridiculous comments bastards/bitches
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