i injured my left hand a week ago. My joint is dislocated and swollen. Now now, im still typing with my left hand bandaged at the joint. So, kinda cacat now. Guess what? My daddy paid a freaking 33 bucks for the tida thing, a kind of Chinese medical. He used some boiled ginger to wipe around my hand, rubbed some kinda dark liquid on it, singing the learn Chinese song. Verse: my tittle for this blog. Thanks to one of my classmates for all these trouble. We were playing basketball during our PJ. He lost his ball right in front of my legs. Ok, highlight doesn't mean anything you pervert, i mean this:

Ball

Yea, i got a friend's blog named http://springpocket.blogspot.com , from there you can find balls that you are looking for.
=)

i grabbed the ball and tried to run at full speed because there was no living things in sight at the other side of the court. The next thing i know, i was already on the ground, falling in front with my both legs stucked at my friends feet. Flew around a feet away, groaning in pain like Paris Hilton, or maybe Chua Soi Lek's private friend. And of course, their pitch are higher than mine and, guys like their's but not mine. Hm.. Wonder why.

Dr. Chua





"hey kid, im looking for Paris, you know her? im looking forward to screw her."

Opss, Paris you're in great trouble.