Whoopy, the thing is back. I was reluctant to blog the past few days, cause everytime when I get onto this page, I will have the -Errors on page- thing. It really puts me off, and well, makes my I-feel-like-blogging attitude just go off. So I will go somewhere else.

Anyway, exams are over. I am more or less relaxed. Not really happy. I mean, my Maths results were a let down. Just two more freakin' marks (no I did not get 48). I have been gaming at home for quite long, and I just realised that my standered of squash has been going down. Down like, REALLY DOWN. I can't place my shots properly cause I am not decisive. Hopefully I am able to train up my skills so that I can reclaim my number one seed positioning, and put up a good fight in the upcoming Malaysia tournament. I can if I want to, I've seen me do it before.

My class won the Inter-Class Touch Rugby championship. To be frank, I did not contribute at all. I just touched the rugby ball once or twice and let the fast people do the work. I am more of a 'stoner'. Like stand there look around, have people coming near me, look alert. I would like to emphasize on the word 'look'. I was not paying much attention. Yes, we won (two years in a role xD), and I was contented. Cause I was going to get a free medal!

Then, disaster struck. I found out that my bag was missing. No I did NOT break down into tears and hug the teacher's leg. I was worried but not the on the verge of crying type. Anyway, I put my bag on one of the benches with a few of my classmate's bags. Don't blame me for being irresponsible, cause there was supposed to be a 'bag guarder'. You know, those that make sure no one steals stuff from your bag. It's a pity he did not catch the person who took my bag. I'd question him why this and that, and if I don't like his face, just err be violent. I went to the staffroom with my teacher. I have never been inside before, so I was quite happy. Seeing all the messy tables and their jackets. I went to the 'Lost&Found' area but found nothing.

My teacher then asked me to search the canteen. It seemed promising. When I went down, my teamates said that John-Paul (friend), had found my bag. I was like 'Whoopy! Or is he TRYING to find my bag?' Well, he came back and said he found it near the canteen dustbin. I was afraid that he would steal my handphone, wallet and various items. Too my astonishment, nothing was lost. Except a few coins and stuff. I went to grab myself an ice-cream and went off with my friend. Fantastic.

Et tu brute?