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Monday, April 24, 2006

great, my bag and shoebag are wet. stupid heavy rain. did so many sets of boxing in the shelter. i seriously think there's something wrong with my back. it hurts a lot. after running in the morning, and for 2.4. so in total, i ran 5.2km, not including running to bus stop, and running at macritchie. my legs are tired. ):

seriously during my 2.4 people thought i was exorcised / hyperventilating or whatever. HAHA. i couldn't breathe properly lo. so i was damn noisy. oh well, that's good training. (: napfa 5 stations tmr. i dno how i'm gonna pull through my broad jump and sit and reach. HAHA. at least there's no training tmr.

great i haven't done german. maybe i'll do it tomorrow. i feel so lazy all of a sudden. i think it's my back. =X hurr, go away, pain. you are my friend, but i don't need you now.

it's the way your hand fits mine
it's the way you make me feel
deep inside.

my heart still bleeds for you.




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and now the stars
aren't out tonight, but
neither are we,
to look up at them.
why does hello feel like goodbye?
these memories
can't replace
these wishes I wished
and dreams I chased.
take this broken heart,
and make it right.

when will you save me?



stabbed my heart.