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Overview


Lenis.
Volleyball.
Javelin.
Head-on-the-wall-banger.
12 Nov 1994.
Shoemaker.

Screams
6.06.2008
Back hurts back hurts back hurts. Okay, I guess you get the message. I want to stop.
But it's impossible.
Volleyball training today. Reached hell early, like 7.45am. Some of them were already there, seriously, how do you people wake up so damn early? Fooled around here and there, jie a bit, spiked a bit. The best part was watching xiao bu dian being bullied by Joan's spikes. Haha. The sec2s were practically screaming at her to dun di. Haha. She's so blur, like sotong.
When Haising came and we played friendly, it was okay, overall. Until I played. Then I couldn't play as well. I could only spike. I couldn't serve because I couldn't lean back. Back pain. It sounds like an excuse, right? Nevermind. I didn't play well, that's the point. I got scolded by JL (reasonable) and cried.
A bit.
Then I stuffed my face in my towel and cried again.
I feel like doing that now.
There's training for javeling tomorrow. Ugh.
Heeeeeeeeeeeeell. Let's see how I'm gonna die tomorrow. There's BBQ after training at night and I'm supposed to BBQ the squids and prawns. You'll probably just see some charcoal in my face because I'm gonna sleep.
Stuff my face in the towel