Footie at RB’s

Got back from RB’s house. Watched some footie match which we didn’t really pay attention to, as we buat lawak as usual, bought Ramli burgers and some teh o’ ais limau from Khalifah. That was from almost 9pm.

At about 11pm, after some brief Monopoly-ing where we felt lazy and left it, we played footie outside, including Ryui Zyen. Had fun, and at least I had some exercise after I hadn’t played for like, a month or so =.=”

Then someone kicked the ball right into my balls. =.=" Pain shot up to my stomach, I groaned in pain, and after a few minutes that brother of all pain subsided.

Continued again with some injuries sustained by our members till about 12am, then we went off. As I walked to RB’s house instead of cycling, he insisted that I take his bike but as I don’t wanna trouble anyone, I chose to walk back the long straight road instead (done this before several times).

As I walk back, with my handphone playing some loud MP3 (Dashboard Confessional’s Vindicated and Mirai’s Open Up Your Mind), I thought of all the things revolving around me. I felt myself pretty lucky, pretty happy, pretty good, er, well, pretty socially fucking inept that why oh why do I always shut my fucking mouth and not use it >.< Even when with the guys I felt myself pretty much quiet although I er, guess I can be a noisy bastard when I felt like it. In fact, it felt as if I’m talking with words more than I talk verbally.

When I told my mum last few years that I wanna enjoy my life, she told her brother who in turn laugh it off and said that, “so young already wanna enjoy life” :S What the hell?

I’m 16, I’m fucking 16, I’ve friends whom I dearly love and trust, and I have a hell lot to lose should some mad goats barge into my house and rape me.