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Sunday, November 22, 2009

1 win 2 draws and got through to the final 16, then 8. luck wasn't on our side cause we lost by coin toss. YES the game was decided by one path-e-tic coin after 3 penalty shootouts. rules shit yo, whatever. i am happy enough we didn't walk away empty handed, cause yknow how i hate losing. we got 1 jersey, 1 socks and box of pilot pens. what more could you ask for?
after the tournament we had early dinner at teh tarik tampines, i ate nasi ayam penyet. zwoah, the sambal was farking spicy lah. i feel like crying seh. hahahaha! head home straight after dinner, weeeee.

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With love, indra @ 9:37 PM