Sex for dinner; Death for breakfast.
Bond quote.

Nah, not for me.
But circumstances, like my dropping eyelids have led me to lead a ho-hum lifestyle.
Early nights, homework in mornings.

Where's Phoebs when I need her?
She seems to wake me up sometimes.

Anyway, on to the "my-goodness-I-saw-a-soccer-superstar!" section.

I saw Pele.
Pele.
Wow.
Pele-ri-fic.

For the benefit of those who are so terribly unfortunate not to have known this man.
He' s the Athletic of the Century.
That's kinda good!

haha.

Also, the greatest soccer player of all time.
NO arguably here.

He came to TP.
haha. I wanted his autograph. Got some decent pics in.

Was'nt all fun though.
Idiots behind me kept insulting the U-9,11,13,15 while they were playing soccer.
The rare unfortunate moments I peered over my shoulder, faced me, was a fat obnoxious Chinese Bumbling Boisterious Bungling Ugly Fool.

Bet he can't even kick a ball.

The Under 9-15s were pretty good.
If one actually notices their simple techniques.
Ball control, shooting.
Mighty Decent.

It was dead fun though. Pele is even bigger than Ronaldinho, Beckham and Rooney put together.

School's decent. I better start studying.
Nixon and Germaine's sleeping over. Great stuff.

Utmosting.
Sigh.

Oh, and Val, Get well soon.

Cheerio.

School's schmuhool

It's getting wayy too hard. Eh well. And this is the EASY year.
Well, ruffle my ruckus but it ain't a cakewalk right now.

Me, after countless deliberations chose Business.
I was convicted. Somewhat.
But all that does'nt matter.
I take school now day-by-day. As a result, it passes too fast.

Personally, I think that school is becoming more stuck in a doldrum.
We are all in doldrums.
We should be like freshmens.

NOt anticipating every horrible group meeting and turning up sour-faced.
OR
Anticipating every boring lecture and turn up.. well, bored!
OR
even anticipating the day itself by past experiences and making it worse.

Fresh,men.
The friends were are with, the teachers we get are all here for a reason.
They have a part to play in our lives.

Live and Let live.
Day-by-day.

I love the period of time when I can stroll to school. The smells of the morning air punctuates everything. Thinking of school is fun. Once you think about it.

They say we always remember bad memories, never the good ones.
I say they're a bunch of noodleheads.
We just have to remember a bit more.

Cheer,
and goodwill to men. ( Like every damned store is playing now)

Thats odd.
For whatever damned reason, oversleeping seems common these days.

I missed 3 tutorials in a row.
And I never even been late in secondary school before.

Bloody boons and banes.

Apart from those unhandsome nous.
Nicholas is going away, again.
PLaying hockey in malaysia, again.

Is he that good? Never saw him play before.

Hmm.

I miss chatting with some peeps

Refreshing to be able to talk on the same wavelength.
And non-verbal communication is there.
How delightfully refreshing.

Anyway,
Still anguishing over the 3 diplomas.
Slept on it, and can't make up my mind.

Marketing is out.
That's for sure.

Sacre Bleu.

Cheers.

Ohh.
I skipped Sociology.

Heck. 2 hours ain't worth it.

But, what a lazy afternoon.
Fm, agapella's, movies ..
Ho hum.

I attended a funeral yesterday night.
It made me realise the fragility of life.

Yes, we all know of that.
It made me re-realise.

I hate funerals, for reasons obvious. Dark gloomy ceremonies .
I wonder who dresses the corpse.
Sick job.

I have Grace's company for the whole afternoon.
Tis a bit of a surprise. It's terribly refreshing .

Chatting with her always makes me do soul-searching.
And she's giving me a ton of agapella songs.


Apart from everything, Man U lost again.
Like what else is new?
Only to some lousy low-life team from the Midlands.

Bleh.

Anyway, something to look forward to.

TOMORROW! going to vivo.
I need stuff. And money too.

Sooooooo looking forward.
Damn class tomorrow.

Cheers.

Younger Brothers Are Bloody Pains.

This is the millionth time.

Stupid pains in places I cannot imagine.

His naive idiotic actions make me want to beat him the hell up.
Maybe I should.
Just a slap to wake him up.

That would be Soooo satisfying.

Methinks since nothing has been done.
I will do it.
For sure.

NOt beat him up la.

But Nooooo.. I can't do it... He's the cute one.. The one everybody loves. The apple of Dad's eye.

Piss. Now I sound like de stupid one.

Cheerio-s. DAMN.

MANUUU!!U!UU!

NO, I didn't blow my top, or throw projectiles of a plastic kind at my siblings.
But DAMN!

Copenhagen leh, or Kobenhavn.

Stupid... Scholsey, Ferdinand, Neville, Giggsy, Saha, Evra all OUT!

Bleh..

How to win R.madrid or Lyon like this?!?!

Bleh.. Angry now.

But..
Mum coming bck soon, flight's returning at 7.

And Portsmouth, WAtch out for the UNITED BACKLASH!

Cheers.

Ho Wei - 14/04/89
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