SOMETIMES YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES, AND YOU SEE NOTHING.

wah. weekends. ticking away fucking fast. tomorrows sunday already. bitching shit.

well, lets start with friday. school ended at 330. with a big fucking thanks to the horrible h1 timeslot positioning. school's supposed to end at 1230, but no. h1 HAD to start at 230. well. school ended and i went out with grace before heading to penitential service at church. i have repented for my sins. i am what you would call a brand new man. after that met my og7 for supper. john the once botak head has now has longer hair then me. and he couldnt stop laughing for a while. didn't really get to catch up with everyone, the tables were long, not circular. headed home. a rather well spent day.

saturday. woke up at 1045 to meet the church boys, ben damian gareth at the church stop where we headed to queensway. the timing was supposed to be meet at 11 but damian pushed it to 1130. and with-no-surprise, he was late still. we headed off to queensway where we walked around. damian and gareth got their boots. helped damian bargain for his pair. didnt really get to bargain with the indian fella mending the stall. my bargaining tactics didnt really work today. first he typed 26 on his calculator, then passed it to me. i then pressed minus 6 on the calculator and gave it back to him. he pressed delete and typed in 26 again stubbornly ( you know how they are.) so once again i took it back and minused 5 from it and got 21. he said nothing and told damian to try the size, in the end he ended up paying 26. fucking bastard. well. after that we headed to ikea to buy the fantastically priced 1 dollar hotdogs. we all had two each. headed to good old west united near church for lan. played battlefield where plenty of backstabbing and fights for the plane were present. and c&c where the afgans got owned. (terrorism is a failing cause.) after that i went home to sleep before i met grace and we went for dinner at longhouse. where the goreng pisang was closed when i wanted to buy it. we went to watch the liverpool game at redline. a good game it was. score was 4-1 liverpool. thank god i didnt bet. enjoyed the game. i sent her home where we enountered the scary poster with the girl with mouth cancer advertising anti-smoking. haha we were scared of her face. after that i got home. and here i am.

econs is calling out to me, two fucking essays to do. but for now i shall just show econs the middle finger and a sign which says tomorrow. for i am tired. looking forward to soccer tomorrow with the secondary boys.