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Overview


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

Screams
6.08.2008
Helloooooooo.
Yawn. Had a wild BBQ gathering last night, it ended around 10 plus, quite early, earlier than I expected. It was the revival of childhood memories when we played catching with the younger kids. I want to play catching. Nevermind.
There was training yesterday morning, at holding school and I didn't know. Apparently, I sent a message to Zhixuan who was overseas and so I thought that training would be at old cedar, as usual. And I reached old cedar bright and early at 8am. Then Chloe and Onion came. Then Linxin. It was 8.20am. Then we realised it was at holding school. So we chionged and cabbed there. I still owe Linxin the cabbing fee. We reached 15min late and Mr Seem was pissed. He asked for the Thailand reflections. I left it at home. Oops. He made those who didn't bring the reflections run 50 rounds around the whole basketball court. We ran. And ran. And ran. He told us to stop at 25 rounds. So we stopped. Did weights and blah. Couldn't lift a single weight, back pain, shoulder pain. Eeyer. Then did leg drills. And he told us to be good friends and tell all the jumpers to bring their logbooks, if not, they have to run 75 rounds on Monday. So JUMPERS out there, LISTEN UP, BRING YOUR LOGBOOK ON MONDAY IF NOT RUN 75 ROUNDS AROUNGD THE BASKETBALL COURT.
Friendly at Punggol Sec tomorrow. It'll be against the B girls, I think. I've no confidence. :(
The jigsaw puzzle; yet the pieces don't fit.