We won East View 12-2 yesterday.
Their keeper is my neighbour.
CHEERS!
Wahaha.
So we entered the quarters.
First match against Swiss Cottage, which is on Monday.
Then Bukit Merah, on Friday.
Bukit Merah going to be quite a tough opponent.
Then today during art,
discovered my thumbdrive is SPOILT!
All my hard work is GONE!!!!
Nooo!
Damn damn damn!

Had tuition at 8-10 this morning.
As usual, arrived late.
Sleepy larh.
Yesterday had to the the goddamn fitness training yet again.
Only difference was that Mr Amir wasn't there.
Sick. Poor him.
We won Greendale 19-1 on Thursday.
Happy. But I didn't score any goals.
Sad to me. Yes it is.
Hmm.
The YMC workshop was on debating.
Got to know the basics of debating.
Guess it will benefit me.
Although the workshop WAS one of the boring ones.
I look forward to more engaging ones.
Ones that I can speak to the girls.
Oops.
Hahaha.
So yeah.
Thats all I think.

Wahahahha.
Even though we won Serangoon Gardens Secondary.
14-0.
I am feeling abitpissed off.
Well, we played quite well you see.
And then, in the second period,
We got a free hit.
And instead of hitting the ball,
I DRAG-FLICKED the ball.
Referee whistle came.
I was like. "OH SHIT! I AM SUPPOSED TO HIT!"
Then Mr Amir was shouting and scolding me.
Then, after we played summore,
Mr Amir called for line change.
Then I kena 2nd round of scolding.
Then got so many other guys also kena foul because of that.
Then the 3rd period, my WHOLE line never play.
WTF!
I got blamed?!
I am pissed off.
Seriously.

Wow.
Today is succh an amazing day.
At the start of school after flag raising.
One Indian sec 3 guy kena.
PUBLIC CANING!
It was like, principal train to smack the cane.
Then, the boy got positioned.
SMACK!
"Only one time?"
That was the words spoken by us when he got caned.
Dissapointing for us.
The guy got public caning because he bully and taunt his classmate.
Then, the last straw was when he put urine into his classmate's bottle.
Disgusting ryte?
Aiyo.
Other than that, the day was basically uneventful.
Except that coach was abit sodd at training.
The sun was shining down.
Serioussly damn hot.

ARRGGH!
It seems to me that every floorball training is getting more tough and tiring.
I feel like going *cough**cough*, and then drop down and faint
Especially with the tournament around the corner.
Which means next Tuesday.
And which means that.
MORE FLOORBALL TRAININGS!
Just now, the boys who were in the tournament had to do several drills whereas the non-tournament boys hads to play some matches.
The drills were quite ok.
Fun actually.
I don't know why my definition of 'fun' usually means getting very tired. A guy's thougts maybe. And his preferences.
Did several drills for 1 hour or so?...
After that, we played matches.
The 'C' Div boys against the 'B' Div boys.
I played line 2 with Afi, Hamzah and Clement.
We did quite well.
Let in some goals because of our carelessness.
And then, this one match.
I SCORED!
And I was the only person to score in my team, imagine that.
And I went back home straight, without eating or anything.
I am short of $$$, thats why.
And I also didn't want to waste my time.
It was only at the bus stop that I discovered that,
My new spectacle straps were missing!
Arhh!
I cursed all the way into 31.
Unlucky me.
Seriously.

Today was a fun fun day!
At recess, while waiting at the corridor,
suddenly hear some damn loud applause and clapping.
I looked, then saw everyone looking over the railings to the eco-pond.
I rushed over,
A sec-1 boy had fallen into the pond.
I was like, laughing like a bloody asshole.
Join in the clapping and cheering.
The WHOLE 2nd, 3rd and 4th floor were clapping and cheering.
Fun stuffs.
Then during Malay.
I had to stand on the CHAIR!
It was because my friend.
He was standing on the chair and then I was like.
"Eh! Angkat tangan kau, so become like orang surrender."
Then, I hear my malay teacher. "Kamu! Diri di kerusi!"
The I was like, "Saya??"
Then I stood on the chair.
I was like, laughing like hell.
My friends around me were also laughing like crazy.
So I laugh more and more, regardless of the teacher.
Man, it was a fun day!

Morning just now, I went to collect my madrasah PSLE results.
Not say very good.
But I didn't fail anything too.
Then, I went to follow dad to the docter.
My grand-dad had an appointment.
My aunts and uncles came.
Then went to As-Shalihin to eat for a while.
Ate pisang goreng.
Drank teh tarik.
Then sent atok home again.
And thus, I went home and relaxed for a while.
then, I had YMC workshop.
On "Understanding Myself"
It was fun.
Basically, dad was angry at me, coz I made him late for his madrasah class because I asked him to send me to Bedok MRT.
Aiyo. I gotta be more responsible.
Then, got to the MRT station at 2.15pm.
25minutes later then what I planned to reach.
My friends were already waiting for me.
And perfect timing, a few seconds later the MRT came.
On the way there, I stepped on a woman's toe.
I was like, "OH SHIT! Sorry!"
My friends all laugh like hell.
Then the woman stayed away from me for the whole journey.
Then, we reached at 3pm, even though the thing was supposed to start at 2.30pm.
And we discovered.
We were the first ones to come!!!
Then, one girl came.
Budak maner entah.
Then, as we sat down and had our first activity,
one whole BIG group of girl Rafflesians came.
Finally the room started to fill.
But the Victorians were the only guys there.
Then, we got divided into groups, and as usual, and I dunno why the heck it always happens to me,
I had to go into a group with no Victorians in it.
AIYO!
Nevermind arh, get to socialize with the rafflesian girls more.
We did some activities, then I got to know that I am an ORANGE and that I have leadership abilities.
Then, at the end of the workshop, every group had to do a skit.
I got a scenario on "planning for a camp".
Then I was the accomadator, which = leader.
Then, I started off the whole skit with "This meeting is officially, STARTED. Now, GIRLS, what are your proposals?"
At the emphasizing of GIRLS, some people laughed.
Happy to see that.
Then we argue argue.
Then (whats her name?) go kick my leg, signalling my time to break up the argument.
I said, "Ouch! Ouh yeah!""SHUT UP, STOP STOP STOP!"I shouted
Then I explained something.
After that, they started again.
"Now, listen to me. I am GOD, and my decision is final!".
With that I walked away, still leaving them arguing.
I say that was a good skit.
Then, ate at KFC.
Got served by the hearing-impaired KFC workers.
I was inspired by their determined spirit.
Then, took MRT home.
Ended up reaching home at 7.45pm.

Had floorball yesterday.
Do several drills,
then.
MY DREAM CAME TRUE!
What's that dream?
We play floorball on big court!
YAY!
My specialty is there.
Go on rampage.
Score many goals yet again!
Yayayayayayayay!
I love the big court.
So after the main training,
Mr Amir picked out a few of us,
then did a few drills.
It was only after some time that we discovered that.
I AM ENTERING THE FLOORBALL TEAM!
I was so happy.
Play left-back for hockey.
Now play floorball also.
I love it dudes!

I try to change,
for the good, and not be bad.
This I'm doing for Allah,
I have realised all the bad things I did.
All I try is to be good.
Not to dissapoint my parents,
not to dissapoint the people around me.
God too.
My heart is heavy,
with the grief and memories of all the bad things I have done,
the people I've hurt, the bad things I said.
My wish now is, to all the people, I am sorry.
Whatever I said, or do, I am sorry.
I need to change.
And not turn back.