Polar bear! Rheeeeeeeeeeeeee. ❤

I got a call from Kelvin Loh today! He called from freaking ipoh and he doesn't really care about my crooked thumb. Kanina. Mesej 50 sen pon tak nak reply. Nanti awak balik, I takot takot kan awak baru tahu!

So yesterday, uhm Armadas won! Woot. Yay I have a crooked thumb now. My right thumb was crooked because I slammed it against the car door (and my dad drove off, which left my thumb almost severed and it had to be stitched back, ow.) Now my left thumb is crooked because some dumbass (oops) hit it (or something, cause I don't know what exactly happened because I was blur blur in court. And I also didn't know I scored. HAHA wth.)

I want bangs yo.

I hate stupid freaking geylang and the people who walk like the world's never going to end.

Ana's trying to cope, ana's trying not to be clingy, ana's wondering when she's going to do fyp, due date is 2 weeks ago, ana is fucking screwed. And I'm so retarded refering to myself as a third person.

I'm trying my best to get rid of my malay accent. It's annoying and kelvin keeps laughing at me.

EDIT:
Pardon me for being completely self obssessed, but this is the nicest picture of me ever! LOL.

Labels: floorball, loveee

There's a reason I don't post about floorball whatsoever. It's because I feel fairly incompetent and very clumsy in court. And I love floorball, though I don't say it out loud because people may snigger alot because I try hard at it, and still suck.

What I'm saying is, for the first time ever in my blog, I would rather be hitting balls (however clumsy I may look) and do drills over and over again, and play and run and keep on running than be here in this room tonight. I am pretty much disturbed and bothered that I've gone this long (a whole day in fact) not receiving or writing any smses to anyone. I just want to run and do some stuff and sweat, a lot.

Tomorrow I shall be thick skinned and run before business classes, all by myself. Or if anyone is crazy enough to socialise and run with me tomorrow, is welcomed to do so. I guess if you wait for people, things never happen, so it's best to get my ass moving so I can do my napfa without dying halfway. I'm going to keep my mind focused on losing weight and running everyday instead of this trivial stuff we call being depressed and clingy. Of course this is also a personal invitation to Tiara, kalau tak sebok train saya yer, makcik.

YAY BIRTHDAY SATURDAY, 19TH. hahah. I'm going to make full use of my last 5 days being 18.

Labels: floorball, i'm sorry i can't be fucked, operation seth

Why are my parents so poor? I want to be money minded. I want to play dirty to get money. I'm prepared to screw over so many people to get gpa 3.99999999999 so that I can get into like an awesome university and get a good job and be rich. be rich. I WANT TO BE RICH.

So i don't have to get worried about being broke.

why are my parents so pooooooooor.

that aside. I went for armadas training today. my first time playing floorball in like TWO MONTHS OMGZZXX. My heart was like so ready to burst out of my chest. EXHAUSTED.

I'm thinking about taking up muay thai or brazilian ju jiutsu. Haha, like everything isn't enough. Of course it isn't. I want a way to vent anger. I have too much emotions inside of me. I want it out. out out out.

Labels: dreams, floorball, money, shallow shits

oh my god, it was fantastic! I just came back from watching APAC.
I feel like a traitor, but heck, they're awesome and player 42 is totally hot. Australia won.

the match was like awesome. every moment you were like biting your lips cause it's full of suspense and everything. so much action, swift movements, speed... I am so motivated to play better.

I LOVE AUSSIE PLAYER 42! Like omg omgomg he's shortest among the other aussies and has the NICEST ASS, and he has curlyyyyyyy hairrrrrrrr! So hot so hot so hot. The whole time I was like, whispering, 'number 42!'

OMG I AM SOOOO SMITTEN!

smittensmittensmittensmittennnnnnnn. I cannot sleep tonight okay. He's so hot boom boom.

if anyone knows him, call me okay. haha.

Labels: floorball, smitten

Okay I know, I cannot keep it a secret any longer!
I think my dad has touched it more than me. I don't think he's going to sponsor it though. Anyway, I was surprised by his shots. Apparently he played goalie in hockey when he was in school. Wth, all along I thought he was a librarian.

Sigh. On other matters, I'm all tingly and confused. Sigh. I feel stupid to tell anyone. Sighhhhh. I feel like contaminating myself with caffiene and not sleep at all tonight. I just don't
feel
like
I
deserve
anything
until
it
does
happen.

Going swimming with Zaki after school tomorrow. It's losing weight time.


Hehe, sorry Jas, found this in my camera. Somehow I was too lazy to upload it!

Labels: floorball, sad