the horrible week had been over.
there was fuckings and screamings everywhere.
everyone was losing control.

learnt stuff on the rifle. kinda of interesting but definitely not nice.
alot of hands on to do and techiques. we all hate it.
Rain dont come always. freaking hot weather does.

my buddy found long hair on his bed. yah man.
finally some happening things.

arggh... there were plentiful of things happened lah. but due to the clashes in the timing that i had to book in. i cant pen down much. so fucked up!

byeeeeee..

had to stay in for 2 weeks in camp again.

this time im off for field camp.

goodbye.

miss you, love.

be back with stories.
both haunting and those in field.
as promised.

welfare welfare welfare.
was entitled to watch the finals last night.
but an hour more to book in.

feeling weak man. world cup really made people fever.
the little hours of sleep due to late timing of matches.
oh well. Italian won in Penalties. Zidane went mad and just lose it. Cannavaro played an outstanding match throughout. If you were to notice, Italians are the most charming players around. Not becks or christiano. No no. anyway. new world Cup champs. no more samba crap. or german dogs.

if you can wait, you'll be what im lookin for.

finally soccer session after 3 long fucking weeks.

played like a duck in the street soccer court. so long since i kicked a ball.
sprained my right ankle. oh great. probably gonna attend B tml in camp.

jjust realise my 5 bruises all over my arms looked really stupid.
cos its comes from fightin in the bunk. everydae we punch one another, thats how our life gets going.

should be confined till next sundae. cos life sucks.
till then, see you on World Cup Finals.

as mentioned. my company brings welfare.
getting privileges like booking on friday night is a great one.
though sick and tired, nothing can beat the booking-out feelings.

still clinging onto my "tekong cough" and frequent fevers, i met Ant out of the blue on the friday night for some World Cup matches. Germany VS Argentina. Italy VS Ukraine. i had no fucking idea how Germans won. but then, the ball is round and they won by penalties; the most disgusting way to distinguish the winning team. Italy surpass my expectations and i was amazed by the style of passing. the 3-0 scoreline states it all. go Italy!

after sleeping late at 6am. i woke up the next day at 11am when someone call. i cant remember who. but my brain almost cracked. then i met up oShao and oGene. We went down town and looked lost again. enjoyed some cafe cartel and their glass cups smelled as usual. they smelled of wet, unwashed rugs. sorry im very sensitive to such things. well. and down to the country club to watch England VS Portugal match. i dont really supports England. my heart is always with Spain and France. but this match i strongly hope that England would had won. i watched it with oGene, oShao, Mckenzie, Shawn & Anthony. The three lads who came down later on.

When England players misses their penalties, i felt for them.

i refused to be fazed by the strong support from ladies for Christiano Ronaldo. i appreciate ladies who enjoy the football game BUT not ladies who support human players. yeah we all noe Christano look fuckin handsome but look how retarded he is when he scores the penalty and how cb he is to go make Rooney sent off. And i hate those aunties that watch soccer just because they gamble.

duh -.-

France won brazil 1-0. yeahh. crap samba.