Monday, April 20, 2009

. what a day .

what a day it was today.

i woke up late today and so the first thing i did was ,check whats on tv. see the sad thing about the shows going on in the morning to mid afternoon is that its all boring and all this unknow old movies from the 80's and 90's will be playing . ok so nothing was on tv ,i switch on the computer and there was no power on , i checked around and there was a wire trip.i hade to go to the main power box ,open it and push the main switch on ,and on all the switches in the house again . now that sucked..

i switch on the computer and it started up like normal .i went online and i realised there was nothing realy to do ...so i started to take quizes on facebook , over time i must have taken like 10 quizes . then i posted on my facebook wall saying "wat a boring day" and bk commented on it saying " he will put a bounty on me for mafia wars ". after all that i got bored and decided to go for a walk.

so i went for a walk ,went down to ss14 and had an ice kosong .after that i felt like playing futsal...now this is where my day went from boring to irritated. i went to play futsal at the futsal court , and so i played as a defender and there was this boy who was the keeper for my team ,and he started to scream,talk ,act and complaining about other players like he was the best futsal player in the whole court..as it is he is form 1 and he is a freaking FAT boy and kind a short..he cant run or kick or catch the ball properly ,and half the time he let in balls ..at one point i got irritated at him and told "shut the fuck up u fat slob" and he gave me a stair and walked off...

now this u wont believe while playing futsal ..a boy walked in he looked like he was 14 or 15 ..short ,skinny and he runs dam fast and playes futsal like very well.....the best part was every one started calling him "abang" .i was like wondering why ,it seems he was 18 years old , i was shocked ...after all this i left to for home ...
haih

this is one of days i hate ...

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