Today the number 1 is the magic number.

1 - The number of hours I spent awake before brushing my teeth. Too busy with FM until I went to the fridge and realised "Oh yeah ah!!! NB!"

1 - The number of times I have to restart my computer cause of the BLOODY VIRUS SOMEBODY SENT ME LAST NIGHT.

1 - The number of minutes before I know my left ankle not ready for soccer yet.

1 - The number of super goals scored before my left ankle collapsed.

1 - The number of weeks before I start to smell the soccer again.

1 - The number of SMS I sent today. ( Oh my hair, thats gotta be a new record! )

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Mark - *[ Past the deceptions and lies. ]* - says:
then u wear my shirt alot she got ask u whether "is mark hot?"

different songs to the same tune says:
LOL! her mom asked my mom " mark's your daughter's bf?

different songs to the same tune says:
hahaha and my mom jokingly said no la,son in law already!

different songs to the same tune says:
then she laugh like shit,then said "her goodfriend from school"

different songs to the same tune says:
HAHAHAHAHA i was laughing so hard that my stomach was in knots!

I know the question abit no shame. But what can I say? I love you, Mum-In-Law? That so made my evening. And I am grinning to the computer screen like a moronic piece of thrash, but I guess that's what you call bliss.

So I guess to end this post on a sad note, it's going to be a long time before I can play soccer again. = [

And I so thought of scoring again this Thursday. Damn.

Carrying your name, close to me.
7:16 PM