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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

can i drop tennis?
can i?
can i?
can i?

i hate tennis. me and steph should NOT have taken tennis in the first place. BAH.

i fell asleep on my computer desk last night. when i woke up, i wanted to head back to my room. but my ankle was hurting like hell when i woke up. all of a sudden. when i got up the chair and started to walk, it was so pain, i just fell to the floor. and there... i decided to fall asleep again. i woke up at 3.40am and wondered why i was on the floor. oh gosh. i'm such a toot.

and now, my ankle hurts like fuck. why? cos of the "fall-on-the-floor" incident? or because of freaking tennis? argh. i don't know. i'm just gonna limp about everywhere tomorrow.

you know ah, poolfactor's sucha bitch! after our alameen expedition of gorging, jenny, mabel and i wanted to go play pool. but that guy didn't wanna let us. wtf. whhhyy? cos we were wearing the fugly blue s&w ngee ann shirt. so cannot. and it was like nearly 7pm already lah. after school hours already. bah.

and liewkarhau forced me to meet him at some arcade in woodlands just now. and i practically just watched him play his stupid racing game. some sega shit. but i gotta admit, he's good at it. and i played daytona. haha. so retarded.

and then we went home.

and now, my ankle hurts like... bah.

and he's ignoring me. why? beats me. nehnehs. i'm tired of it.

i shall sleep early tonight.

but i miss theboywhowantstosleeponmybed.

where ARE you, dammit?


BimboQueen
2/16/2005 11:24:00 pm

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