What am I?
Would anyone care if I just...disappeared from this world..?

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Arhaha, you were all probably hanging off your seat in suspense with your eyes glued onto the screen awaiting a tragic, emotion-filled post, only to find...

Nothing. Because my English skills aren't good enough to convey my feelings to the loyal readers of this blog (excluding a few people) even if I were to blog about that kind of stuff.

Apparently, blog readers like reading blogs with short sentences because they only scan through the blog to look for something interesting. Which means that no one would want to read my blogs because I like to rant on and write long sentences. =)

Tennis camp for this whole week.. Let me talk about TODAY and bring up a matter of GRAVE CONCERN. We were separated into groups to work on our own stuff and in my group was my bro, three girls (including me) and this little brat I shall nickname John.

First of all, this John thinks he's OH SO GOOD at tennis and he was complaining how he had to be stuck on the girls' team -insert whiney voice- WHAT HAS HE GOT AGAINST GIRLS, F$%^ING SEXIST.

"Oi, don't play like a girl. Oh right, you ARE a girl. ARHAHAHA."

"Let me show you how it's done." - attempts to return a serve, swings on its second bounce...and misses-

Look at himself, man. When we were playing 2 point singles after that, he was paired up with this girl who isn't exactly near the top of the group, skillwise. (No offence. There always needs to be a bottom and top.) "Aww, how come I have to verse her? I'm gonna SMASH her."
And then he does a double fault and on the next point where he finally gets his second serve over, she hits it, and he misses. -.-" And on his next turn, he lost 2-0 again...and again...and again... PSHHH, so much for "I'm gonna smash her."

At this rate, if he keeps up that attitude, he'll never get a girlfriend and then he'll end up an lonely, old, wrinkly man with arthritis and kidney failure living off welfare. And when I told him that, he said, "I've already had 2 girlfriends." PSHHH, S'IF. Oh yeah, did I mention that John was this little, scrawny 8/9 year old?

In a way, he kind of reminds me of THAT CERTAIN PERSON but with waaaay more hair and at least willing to express his opinions (as distorted as they may be) out loud instead of hiding behind the safety of the computer.


Photos next time. =) Till then..

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Freddieboy?