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shagged shit
Thursday, June 15, 2006 11:07 PM

shagged.

my legs damn pain. esp my left leg. very suan.
all thanks to the climbing of stairs at tjunction.
up down, up down, up down. shagged.
kitchen at 2nd storey and bbq was at 5th story.
ar. get what i mean?

bbq was fun.
burn and burn and burn.
i got burnt by the sparks and the wire mesh.
slacked at the cross junction after bbq.
pool all the way. pool is fun!
i got addicted to it. and i'm not a noobie anymore ok.
thanks to jin lian =)

slept at around 2plus.
was so damn bloody cold. could not sleep.
keep waking up in the middle of the night.

training was hell!
did duck walk for punishment. but not tiring.
played quuen of courts.
ar. whatever.
don't wish to talk about training.

but seriously, i hate being referee.
why can't anyone understand?