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Idris.
Seventeen. I wish.
Temasek Polytechnic ; Engin Sch. First year.

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Written: Friday, September 08, 2006


And so we've reached the first weekend of the hols. But lets get back to last Sunday first. Had the soccer tournament organized by Ghufran/Istighfar. Lost the first two games 1-0 and won the last one 2-0. What a waste. And i twisted my ankle in the second game. It swelled and hurt badly. Just like in the silat comp the other time. Went straight home after that to rest. Was feeling down throughout th day.



Went to school on Tues morning. Met up with the Supervisor to elaborate the project to him. Wanted to go out with her after that, but ended up disappointed. Went home instead. Went to Punggol Park to check the place out in the afternoon. Half of Bedok Reservoir, but the ambience there is much nicer. Went there alone, since there's noone to accompany me. Was glad i bumped into Jack on the way home.

Finally spent a day with her on Wed. Accompanied her to her interview at Raffles Place. Then walked around Boat Quay before going to East Coast to have a spontaneous mini picnic. Heh. Finally felt much better. Snapped lotsa pics. Heh.

Yest helped out at my father's shop from early morning till 3pm. I'm not new at this coffee shop biz, having a short stint at Simpang Bedok about a year ago, but i'm not good at it either. Went to National Lib before going to school to climb. About time i climbed. At least my form's not so bad. Could have been worse. Heh. And the loan shark (No, not Wang Tai Long. Hahahahaha. It's Nad.) was looking for her money. Haha. Will return you ok. Soon. Heh.

Today helped out again at my father's shop. Went home at 3pm with my mother. Might be starting a data entry work on Mon. Hope i get the call tmr, cos i got the call yest, but they didn't confirm with me which day i start. My ankle finally feels better, i can't decide whether to tell Farid that i'm injured for tmr or not. But then again, its not like i get to play.

Well at least i finally have some money now, from helping out at my father's shop. I want to work my ass off on this data entry job if i get it. Till then. Hope my ankle heals fully by Sun. Adios.

Perfect timing to look in another direction when i took the pic. Heh.


Found a new friend. Heh.


=)


Strong wind blowing against us.



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