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Thursday, January 05, 2006


so orientation sucked. like what the hell. can't imagine i've got a group who doesn't talk at all, guys separated from girls and one who just runs away whenever he likes. like hello? sec ones. yeah rite.

got to know that there was a friendly with rp for one line of youth. was deciding to go or not to go. in the end nan couldnt make it, so went for it. rushed home, got stuff and then went there. match was okayy. trying to get use to the contacts and the size of the court. goshh. that place is so humid, your contacts dry up faster than the ball can travel. lol.

we walked to kfc after that, after awhile i left. made my way home. was so tired. was totally slumping la. haha.

deciding whether to do my hw or not. arghh.

farah k.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MUMMY DEAREST! LOVE YA!


sung at 12:05 AM

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