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Tuesday, April 01, 2008


so training at tp was awesome. like finally. heh heh. was prety satisfied. right from warm ups, till the very last 10 minutes of game time.

techno with the girls after. finally, it all came back.





thank you for being there everytime i needed someone to talk to. thank you for all your attempts to cheer me up whenever i needed it. thank you for all the sweet sweet msgs you could ever think of. maybe it's just you. you're really a very good friend, both to him and i. i just don't know how else to thank you, but thanks alot. ((:

so i'm left with 10 days. can't believed i survived like.. errr. 13 already. i miss you, love.


sung at 12:12 AM

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