There's always someone thinking of you, no matter what time of the day. But before we all reside for sleep, ill be thinking of you..

M.o.F.a.K.s 4 LiFe

M.o.F.a.K.s 4 LiFe
Children of the yesterdays..Equilibrium of The tomorrow....


Saturday, March 7, 2009

~~WeT WeT wEt On A rAiNy SaTuRdAy~~

Hmm...i bet u r noticing some changes ya....lately our March Posts are not as lengthy as our Previous months...well rest assured we are not outta ideas nor stories...bah ur a fool if u'd think we have no more interesting adventures...trust me...the best are yet to come.....I decided to posts the short stories 1st b4 we journey to our long stories ;) simple as that....The rest r kinda long with loads of pic's so we post the short ones 1st k.....

This happened exactly today (07/03/09)...we were scheduled for some futsal training ;) as we have some sort of a match next week so mite wanna get those gears started again...Desmond & Debbie, Jay, Edwin , Mark & I hit d court for some kicks....Son was supposed to join us but hmmm...i heard he went to cut his hair....susah la bila orang jatuh cinte.....Nathan pulak say wanna go play badminton..for real?yeah....i cant believe he chose Badminton over Futsal..Mase sudah time i think....So......thats how the cookie crumbles so far..

Lately we don have much shots as well as i don have my trusty camera....hmmm...Mond & Debbie n Edwin took a jog while Jay n I cycled our way to Pertam..Lol Debbie looked exactly like Rocky during his training days..Female Rocky?Rokiah can i think...Mond was her faithful coach....we arrived at Pertam court around 6pm....Our once glorified field was now in a total mess...The surface was definitely not even...hmm...lets not go there shall we.....after Mark arrived ni oh my....it was already drizzling....damn....y now....oh well...wat d heck...since we're all here...lets Futsal...Lol we were definitely not d same players we used to b....slow...not sharp...well besides Mark n Mond...the rest of us were out....Hey even Debbie was better than us...

The rain was getting heavier....so....it gave us no choice but to stop playing....no one could run...too slippery....So we changed to a new sport.....Basketball....ah not bad....Just practiced some Shoots...Mark n Edwin were leading 1st...Hehe Mond & I were the last to progress...we just kept missing (cough but no Air ball ya), Debbie gave up after missing too much ;) So it was up to d battle of d Dominant Males...Slowly Mond & I progressed...hey we're slow learners...the more we play the better we become i guess (perasan)...Surprisingly I had 1st place n Mond Followed 2nd...our basketball chifu Jay finished 3rd...It was down to Edwin n Mark....Poor Mark had to start from the beginning as he scored an Air Ball...No surprise...Edwin won....

Lol the supposed punishment for Mark was to open his shorts n Run the whole Pertam Field(Ur father would certainly do u the honor chasing u the whole state for doing that bro)...but we gave him a chance to re-astablish himself....5 throws...from a 3 pointer spot...if he misses all 5 then some 1's gonna have to run with just his undies n Scream out Oh Le Le....Lol he definitely felt the pressure...But holy Jordan he managed to whop a 3 pointer from his first try...haha nasib...

It was an experience definitely to remember..somehow the rain bonded us to b closer...we r close indeed...but today was just special....after completing the shoot up..we all just sat down in the rain, definitely soaked, but the bond kept us warm i guess ;) Oh well not for long bcoz it was getting freaking cold so bond o no bond lets go back mai.....I made sure i rushed back to home n retrieve my father's camera to take some shots for us to remember..Sadly couldn't get Mark in though....Enjoy













JAY WOULD U GET THE HELL OUTTA THERE...EVERY PHOTO U WAN EH...


Mond made sure Jay din come in to this pic ;)


Yes Debbie is back with her Peace...




This one's for one of the Millions..n Millions to come..M.O.F.A.K.S rule the wet..


Don't we just look sexy in that Rain ;)
*Chuckles*





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