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Sunday, April 08, 2007



Disclaimer: this post is not gonna be savoury.

but whatever. tmr is the big day. the day we've all worked so hard for. it's THE DAY. the rest of the season all depends on tmr. VJC here we come. i'm already super worked up for tmr, though i noe my role would only be restricted to the sidelines. if i were playing tmr, poof! i'd have been sleepless for nites. i'm goddamn ready for war. to screw some VJ asses. to kill. to slaughter. i know i was never going to be amiable on a soccer field, especially if i'm this fired up against arrogant bastards. thank god i aint in water polo playing against AC. i swear i wld have drown 10 guys in the pool. or pluck 10 nuts to feed those monkeys in zoo. but tmr, i'm sure whoever is going out there, will give his all. to kill VJ. to put them back where they belong. not at the top.

let's just fucking do this. VJ IS GOING DOWN.


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