good things will always come to an end.

no mood to blog. very dulan in the morning. because of some bitches and hjks. a day that im excited and anticipated for like for months, ruined within minutes. lucky our class loss to 1E td during the match, or else i've to fix my brain and tune it in a very weird way~

go lot then went back YTPS. still that sch make me feel better. totally brighten up my feelings. reached there 11.50 still cannot go in yet. pls, that's what MrD say sial. Bball, slack, chat.
all i can say that the court is damn short, it'll drop my skills --" met cheryl's senior, raymond. the heck, i kept forgetting his name. and they call him ramen?
:D im taller than MrD~ lalalalalala!

>B: if you think you damn pro then come challenge la. only know how use mouth talk, don't dare do, still dare come find taiji. talk soo much, gumlan la. never wear uniform, not even playing act like boss scold here and there. God has BIG EYES O.O to let tcher scold you.

>G: bloody bimbo. you ain't that pro. or should i say you don't even to be deserved to be called pro. see your face i damn buaysong liao. buang sai. stop screaming like a monkey, you already look like one. no way im gonna change my view of looking at you, coz i had my mind set when we couldn't beat the opponent. you suck hell lot.