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01 Nov
coke light
dead cockroaches
slow rock
Saturday, February 11, 2006
update me

Finally after 4 months of slacking in vain, it was today that i decided to attend the first netball session for this year. wooohh~ the aching leg muscles...the stiff joints, the back 'ouh's and the heavy breathing... great feeling i tell ya!

my sonofagun friend got back from new zealand just a week ago. no doubt i miss his presence even though we hardly meet whenever he's around (gf blah blahs). and after travelling 10 hrs straight to nz and another 10 hr journey back, i was hoping for at least smth.. for me. instead, u know what he got me???!

a picture of a cow.

yeah.

a cow. staring at the camera. with a breathtaking backgrd. yah thanks ath. how thoughtful of you. again, thanks.


the son of a gun i'm talkin abt is the fella playin dead at the backseat. i swear it was rehearsed. (ath! my blardy bday present's still MISSING! HELLO!!??)

sheesh you!!