Hey guys, my apologies for not updating for soooooo long. Man, you know the exams are nearing and I just need to finish some last-minute revisions. ( you should know...) Anyway, today's update is a tribute to your pleas and my boredom. :D

We had floorball today. A new wound to lick, a goal to savor and a fantastic record. not forgetting an opponent's own goal to laugh at. HAHA

The Masker halted at the junction. Dextral was a gang of smoker punks, and to the left was a bovine, over-sized chap. Naturally, only nincompop would skip happily to the right. I strided to the left, and stared hard at that hostile-looking lad. Once we got to the other division, I turned back. There he was, stealing nifty oblique glances at the bellicose Masker; vexation clearly written on his face. Thereupon, he flashed one big malicious cockeyed smirk.

I headed home.