homework not done, 3 econs essay and chinese compre..blah blah.. still went church... now, i deserve some praise.
met chew in dhoby ghaut blah blah, and guess what? today's JERSEY SUNDAY!! everybody goes church in their colourful colourful jerseys and painted faces... it's like a mini congregation of soccer fanatics..!! i was too self concious, i didn't paint myself.
after service people stayed back for the PLAYSTATION 2 SOCCER LEAGUE. between zone b and C people. yeah, 15 mins match. the zone C people--Brazil-- trashed Zone B--i forgot what--with a score of 5-1... and got away with authentic jerseys and the world cup ball. AMazing.. cheered the team along with this real humourous cheer..." zone B bo leh ( means 'can do it' as what chew explained) bo leh.. bo leh..... all the others can go fly kite...accompanied with a real cool tune..atmosphere damn high...
after that went lunch or rather dinner @ meridian foodcourt... a big group of us.. and some stayed back to watch soccer finals in church, thon there. i wanted to go but can't shower... *cry*
finally stayed at home to finish whatever crap i owe teacher... hmm... miss services...
i want france to win.. cause every single soul i know is saying "italy gonna win!!" come'on france.... win the trophy back, bring glory to your nation and show italy who's boss -longing for another service saturday-
a lousy shot on the way home.. so unglam
{ go to hell } 9:30 PM
!about me
name:apple mei
wishlist birthday's on 21st oct..thanks people..*smirks*
l.MP3--at least 4gb and no CREATIVE please
2.a brand new wardrobe( packed with new clothes)
3.wait till i think of stuff
lastly, a stupid idiot 24 hours available for me...
i live in my lackadaisical world i call my own
but only to be tied down by shackles of education which obviously suck big time
living with complexities of life which cannot be revealed and told openly
living in self denial and drowned in my everyday lies
unhealthy living dead i call myself
i just want a simple life with a boyfriend
the desire for a simple want purely makes my life difficult to those who knows my secret
with that i rather live life a living dead.
i no longer reveal the zany side of me
maybe i lost it along the way
on my pilgrimage to maturity
i yearn for someone to open the door
one of where i came from
to find bliss once again
out in the open lawn