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why're you callin me so late
Tuesday, November 21, 2006 9:37 PM

afternoon training today.
as usual, get scolding.
scold us for like an hour -.-
played games all the way.
no training.

referee-ed for the first 3 matches.
played the next 2.
draw.
1st set 27-25.
2nd set 25-21.

walau the last ball is like so wasted.
i not sure if i should tip or spike.
then i spiked very lightly, hit net.
ughhh.
i should have tipped.

pauline is happy.
so am i.
everyone is happy!
isn't that great?