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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

i finally decided to move my lazy arse down to the courts today. BUT, training just had to be so blah.
after 4 years of tennis training back in cedar,
the coach just blatantly put me to rally with the rest of the girls who are like, at the standards of....
( ok, be nice mel)
NOT AS IF I'M DAMN FUCKIN GOOD YES? (:
why does everything has to turn out so bad?
why do i have to always make the wrong choices?
oh well. i swear you wouldnt want me to elaborate.

so anyway, i knew i had to escape at 430 with sying who has been sitting at the courts waiting
thank god for you love!

no lessons this coming friday due to preparations for ij's open ceremony.
horray to more downloading of Lword (shaneee <3!)
and of course, there's the banner painting date at rhonda's house with the usual company
ness! dont go pineappletarts-baking lah! >.<