fucked up emo = fucemo

random stuff: cookie monster's feeling fucemo now.

fucked up. we could have won the damn race. damn the organisers. damn the rules. damn those peeps who never told us that we could design our own route and need not follow the sequence of checkpoints on the booklet.

fucked up. knn. the worst part is, we could have won the race. i could be the owner of the canon camera. i could have owned the bus and train models. i could have won $800 worth of goods. wasn't convinced at all. for once, the gang of 4 (wc, vic, kenny, me) were living in solitude, and blamed the organisers mainly. blehx. we are also unwilling to take photos with the winners (thou shaldn't name who, no point naming them and making me bearing grudges against them)

sigh. felt like playing pool, but in the end we landed up in the e-zone arcade playing ferrari racing and air hockey. rahhh. whacked the pucks damn hard until they keep flying off the table (: whack them hard! so hard until our muscles hurt in the end. vic felt like playing pool still, so we 4 went to clementi intending to play there and at the same time, eat at sumo house.

guessed i ate a total of 5 eggs today =x and didn't play pool in the end because we still have to wait for our turn to use the tables. went np, chatted and wandered around the school for like an hour before leaving. heard some whining sounds as if someone's fucking inside the school. lol.

still feeling fucemo.


breakfast


18



got milk?


emo