I received a oh-so-weird message at 7 plus this morning.
Anthony: "You free to play soccer at lorong ah soo later, 9.30?"
This fuckin sound so impossible, so i thought it was a dream and went back to sleep. (Its the second time, the last time was when my uncle msged me to go to church at 7am plus too, it's so unreal and i thought it's a dream too)
Then i woke up and checked my inbox again to realise its true. 9.30pm sounds more realistic to me. I love football but 9.30am is crazy. It's sec one now that i played at that kind of timeslot. Trust me, you can do much more things with the ball at night. Haha.
Okay, so the day is quite sastifying. Suntanned, then got out with Junda, daniel, caught Protege.
The black skinnys still can't fit. size 30, Im 28. Yeah, 30 doesnt exactly drops down but skinnys are meant to be skinnys. Im gonna try Vivo next week.
Okay, i don't care which cunt scored for Man utd. Cause i didnt bet. Haha. Thank you charlton & Inter. Thank you very much. Bought 1x2 on charlton and inter - 1 1/2. charlton drew 2-2 and inter won 2-1. Thanks for making me have less money.
And when are we going to st james ? Haaaa.
11:53 PM
