man, fobissea was damm tiring. but we won. WOHOO. all that training finally paid off. i feel kinda bad missing out the music performance though. it feels really shit. i went for the dinner but met up with some old friends and then the next day had to wake up at 5:30am. i was so tired. but when we reached we played british international school jakarta and tanglin trust school and beat them 1-0 and 3-0. i scored in both matches. yep. haha. then the next day. i cant eblieve i missed a penalty. comon. we had to play regents bangkok, penang uplands, and our arch rivals ASS. we beat regents 1-0, i scored :D, then uplands 2-0 and then we drew with alice smith 2-2 and then had to go against them again in the final. (shittest rule). when we played them again, we again drew 2-2 and then went to penalties. i cant belive i missed man. it was so gay. but magnus and nikesh also missed so it was ok. dammit i missed man. argggh. so angry, what the hell was i thinking. ashman scored then harry scored the final penalty. then we won. it was so cool, but he will never let me forget that man. i fucking missed a penalty. so gay. im never gonna bet another chance like that. FOBISSEA PENALTY. argh. BISJ was cheering on for us, they were our fans so thumbs up man. stupid alice smith parents. their like a fucking army. anyways, the dinner that night was really good. rennasence, damm nice. 'paul' wellington, challeneged us to get as many photos of pretty girls as we could and i got 3, yeah. O YEAH. after that i came home so tired and fell straight to sleep. that was my fobissea.

i fucking missed a penalty. i hate myself