never walk alone.

Went to JB again with my darling, my bro and sri.
And also my Mr Calmer/Advisor cousin, Nashriq.
My bro and sri are looking for some gifts.
We went to Angsana.

The trip might be short, but the laughters just kept coming.
Haha.
I mean even in the car we can talk about funny stuff and laugh at our singing.
There was one car which has an ahpek who's head is bigger than a balloon, and Nashriq nonchalantly just said, "Eh apek kepala besar siak!".
And the ahpek kepala besar tu scary sia.
Looks exactly like that old man in The Eye(Thailand version).
He turned his head so slowly that made fana so scared she nearly closed her eyes in horror.
Yet, we still can laugh about it.
Lol.

Anyway, I was playing soccer in the morning yesterday.
It was in the second half, on the right side of defence.
My own commentary goes like this....

Some crappy mat player was trying to dribble past Yat.
Yat stopped his track, cleared the ball and its a throw in.
The throw in was taken by another crappy mat player.
Yat intercepted the ball, sees some dog, oops I mean someone, coming towards him.
The ball took a bounce and Yat flicked the ball over his head making him look silly!
Great skill! Didn't he see that coming? Bodoh nye posto.
The ball in the air now.
Here comes Wanto, stupid name by the way, charging towards Yat.
He jumps towards the ball and gleefully lifts up his leg and flying kicks the living hell out of Yat at the ribs area!
What was he thinking! He must be an idiot io do that!
There's even a satisfaction smirk on his face.
That must surely be a red card!
Luckily, Yat managed to pull his leg while going down and Wanto fell like a fallen coconut!
Yat is down. He must be hurt.
Oh no, wait a minute. He goes right back up and its nothing serious.
Thank God! What a player! Nothing will keep him down. But Yat was astonished to see only a yellow card being flashed to that idiot. The referee must be blind!

But as I got up, actually there was some pain on my right hand.
Wells, the consequences of blocking a flying kick.
But I'd rather have a swollen and a bruised hand rather than a cracked rib.
Thanks to silat.
Haha.
But I really wanted to confront the player but oh wells, I knew we were going to either beat them or draw them.
In the end, we fought back and drew 3-3.
I couldn't feel more satisfied.

Wells, starting work at Expo tomorrow at 9am.
And I need to wake up at 6.15.
What am I still doing here?
I should be sleeping now.

And oh yah.
2 days of PMS moment every month sucks!
Hehe no offence.

Hidanilson Out. . .