I've got so many thoughts in my frigging big head that i dont know what to say and i couldnt be bothered to express myself either.

Yesterday was the day i officially felt sick and tired of rugby. "Maybe its time to go" thats what i told Angelia.

Then, i started to catch a lot of balls. I started to be fast. Even then, I was intimidated by my own speed and the ability to catch those balls. I knew i was merely lucky.

I'm not gifted.

Check out my pig trotters.

In addition, i cant wait for my TEP attachment to end. 2 weeks and 4 days more, and i just got to endure.

I cant wait to go overseas with my mummy and smelly sister. I cant wait to be doing what i like, to wear what i want. And i cant wait to be me.

The day i wore a dress, the day i met my new cousin-in-law for the very first time. Weird much, so near yet so far, so close yet so distant.

PS: my mum insisted on taking this picture.

Okay bye, another abrupt end.