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Tuesday, January 03, 2006


BOO.
Today....
First day of school
Not that bad.
Except for all the teachers though..
Yeah. (:
Lessons start tmr.): SIANzz.
Hais~
Never mind.
Shall start my letter writing career again. Hahahs
So if you receive my letter,
dont be shocked.
I'm just bored during lessons.
Hahahs. xD

Yepps.
Supposed to have self training today.
BUT, suddenly.
People started to have what menstrual cramps.
CRAP can?
)))): I'm so disappointed in this team.
Even the bai khas wanna train,
but they cant.
and you guys just dont treasure your chance.
Or opportunity.
What the hell, can?
TOP 4 is possible.
We have the talent.
But, we dont have the passion.
PASSION.
Get it?
It's the word, PASSION!!!
Where's the fire for netball?
Where's that PASSION for netball?
Everyone's so enthu about netball in the first year.
and subconsequently,
The passion starts to fade.): Like what the hell, can?
): DEPREIVED of NETBALL.
Will you people please treasure it?
If you dont want, I want.
You wanna be injured? I can pass you all my injuries if that's possible.
DAMN it.
ARGH
TOP 4 TOP 4 TOP 4.
All words, No actions.
AHHHHHHHHH~
I hate my damn knees.):
ARGH. cant even like straighten it?
Dont know what's wrong with it again.):
AHHHHHHHHH~
One whole week of non-netball.
Maybe I should just train on Thurs.
And like die or something.
Bet you people out there with no injuries,
wont understand how we feel.):


ARGH.
Not a fucking single person believes what I say.
ARGH.
Cant you people just believe for fucking sake?
Argh. I just broke the promise of not saying f words.
Sorry. Really cant help it.
ARGH
Though I know saying f words doesn't help
but I'm just too frustrated.
Sorry.
I hate this fucking world.
Why must I be born into this world and 'ENJOY' these sufferings?):
ARGH.
I'm so depressed.):

Do i look like a fucking lesbian to you?
Alright, maybe I do
Because of my fucking hair.
But I thought you dont judge people by their appearance?
What the fuck, can?
ARGH.):
I really feel like dying.
Dont think anyone can help me.):
I'm just so hopeless, and useless.):
ARGH.
FUCKING depression is back to me again.):
Or is it just moodswings?
))))))))): *Depressed.

I WANNA HOLD MY DEAR'S HAND STILL.(:
I LOVE YOU.


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