Speaking about iPods, have you guys seen the new iPods. Very neat, right?

My iPod is busted. I still love it. I don’t know why but I kinda wept when I heard Blink 182’s “I miss you” lately. Tears of joy. I really miss the days of PMR. We don’t worry about our future. We don’t worry about girls. We don’t worry about our careers. We wouldn’t care less. It’s was just school, tuitions and football. That’s all. To those who witness that beautiful revolution, Kil, Kat, KV, monkey boy, G, JT(maybe he would worry), Law, Brian, E and Zoo. Those were the days. I don’t want to live in the past, yet, I find comfort sometimes by just reminiscing about it. I do wonder when are we going to see each other again. I really do.

I went to Tak’s house on the Thursday night. It was awesome. His family visited him from Sarawak and his mum cooked for all of us. Sarawak laksa. Great night. The fact that Arthur got the sorry end of the jokes made me really happy. I know it’s weird but come on, this all the only Malaysians I see around campus. I feel a bit of an alien, coming from Kuala Lumpur when all of the are from Sarawak. Yeah, bit weird but at least it was fun.

Just got back from the UniSA tournament. Crap, we were the last. What a bummer. A bit disappointed that Franco didn’t make it. We gave away a few soft goals in the end but the game really pushed all of us to the limit. Alex and Don manage to get themselves on the score sheet. I guess, maybe things might be different for the next round. We’ll see.

Last Friday, got really drunk after Alex bought each of us a bottle of wine. I already had a bottle of Amstel in my hand. Then, I finished the wine as well. Got really wasted when I got home. Thank goodness, no hangover. Note to self, don’t drink too much next time and forget about the pub crawl.

I figured out why he’s little bit of a douche. He is someone I adress as ‘Frienemy’. For now, it’s leaning more towards friend than enemy. It used to be 80% friend and a slight 20% enemy but after the incident, kinda boost a slight 5% enemy. It’s lame, I know. He never listens to anyone, not even the coach. Yesterday, during the team talk, he even tried to win an argument with the coach. Unbelievably stupid. I guess maybe Chinese people like myself tend to talk. We don’t listen because we always think that we’re right. That’s really sad.

The wine

The other day when Kathir was eating Vietnamese food, he sudenlly thought, “Poor Hanjun.” What the hell?!?!

Post – script : I’m not boring and naive. Can’t believe you said that.

Can’t figure it out,

Hanjun.