I don’t care who sees. I don’t care who tells who. It’s perplexing. I don’t care if u are zzz-hello-me (the three in one) or you are all simply individual coward beings. If u wanna make a comment, leave a name for goodness sake. What’s the point of ranting without basis and without an identity? At least if u have some criticism, execute it well and I might applaud u for your courage and constructiveness. However, that’s just a might. Usually, your comments leave me unfazed. It’s amusing though. At least, you give me a topic to blog about or a mere topic for discussion among friends. Other than that, you’re just a tag - insignificant and worthless. Judging by the tags, u must be a girl (or girls) to dwell in such petty matters.

Aside from such unimportant matters, yesterday was a blast.

We played ij again. It was a fine game. Not good. Not bad. (4-2).

Floorball Party @Sam’s house cum mr tong’s farewell.

Mr Tong did not turn up though. However, especially exciting was the foosball match between ip girls and mainstream girls, and later mainstream guys. We ended each match as though we had just played a real floorball match, all high, perspiring and tired. Pris, Zhen and I also took pictures in between because we had no interest in playing hide and seek. Coach was supposed to help us take pictures but in the end, he also wanted to join in the fun of taking timer photos. It was really fun because we had 2 cameras and had to look into both cameras simultaneously!

There was food galore! Sueping’s brownies. Mer’s and jenna’s chicken wings. Fried rice. Drinks. Agar agar. Nuggets. Seaweed chicken. Onion rings. Sausages (which some random guy stole from our party). Hangman was hilarious. In particular, ‘follow the blade’. ‘ollo’ was already so obvious but coach was still kinda clueless. Hah.

I reached home at around 11.30. Thankfully, Gary walked me home because the road was dark and full of possibilities. Thanks Gary!