Yesterday spend the whole night/morning playing taxes holdem at boen's house. I lived up to my name, The Crippler Tong, never get cripples. We played for more than 8 hours, i dozed off halfway while playing. Just damn fucking tired and was feeling like in hell. When you had contact lenes in your eyes for more than a day, having a bad heavy flu, sneezing like no mum, the room was smokey, eyelids were as heavy as dog. But in the end i still won, because they call me The Crippler Tong. Who gives a shit about Doyle or Dolye or whatever burnnson you call him.

I had my hair cut 3 times in 2 days. Its ugly and i hate it. Its a fucking helmet. Holy shit. I shall let it grow and no more cutting of my hair until i enter amry. Tomorrow soccer at the cage. Woo! Its time to head some balls into the net!