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waaaaaaaaaaaaah.
i'm freaking pissed.
trust me when i say pissed i mean pissed.
i feel like throwing something at the sky.
arghhhhhhhhhhh.
its vulgarities galore in my mind now.
of all the days today.
why me?why blooody me?
stupid/idiotic/crappy/irritating/horrible/freaking/nonsensical rain.
spoiled my day.
i'm guessing the whole day.

can't play soccer now.
haven't played in 3 weeks.
and then it has to pour down.
it just rained yesterday night.
come on la.
f*ing stop.
must rain.
then stop.
then when u get ure hopes up.
it pours down even heavier then before.
wat utter, indespicably blooody nonsense.
the sun's out.
but its still raining.
come on.
please.

it better stop.
better.
or
i'm going to heaven to have a chat with god.
an intense and heated chatting session.
heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
when i grow up i wanna invent something to stop the rain.
a missile or something.
aim at she sky and shoot.
then poof it becomes koko crunch.
heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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i wrote the above before the rain had stopped.
heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
guess wat?
the bloody rain stopped!!!!!!
not exactly.
still had a little drizzling.
but dat didn't deter us from playing.
super fun la.
heeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

we met these bunch of guys who play freaking fast soccer.
the goalie rams the ball.
the player upfront just nudges it
and a GOAL.
heeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

uber fun to watch
but seriously not fun to play dat way.
so fast.
no enjoyment at all.
no build up or anything.
just one pass and goal.
boooorrrriiiiinnnng.
heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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