i will forever remember this day, charles broke the window.

WAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA RAWWWWWRRRRRRRR

ok jokes aside, i think he probably feels sufficiently depressed now. anyway, i have no idea what he was thinking he could smash the ball like me. as usual his precise accuracy did not find the target. this time instead finding the weakest point of the class glass window (the middle). how accurate (and unlucky) can you get. when i saw the damn glass shatter and the shards flying 5 storeys down, i was like 'OHHH MYYY GAWWW..' and, how word spreads like wildfire, it took just one period and the whole level knew about the incident. everyone peering through the door to get a glipse of the queerly-shaped void left in the tinted glass.

well enough about charles. i hope he eventually decides not to play soccer forever.

i had fun today at the street court, i play better on concrete than on turf :/ and smaller playfields are funner than larger ones. at least for a staminaless person like me. and and, i like scoring stunning goals, like chesting a loose ball and follow up with a driving left-footed volley into the right far post :D:D:D oh and i think i like playing on the same side as paul too. school without soccer is as dull as economics lessons. ya, that bad.

oh weeell, i have been feeling alot of stuff lately. not elaborate, i will. because some things are meant to be kept for myself. silent joy, anger, sadness. i like that, most of the time.









i haven't been this scared in a long time
and i'm so unprepared so here's your valentine
bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody
this world's an ugly place,
but you're so beautiful to me