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Overview


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

Screams
8.27.2008
Lessons carried on fine.
Training, we all thought it was gonna be a fun nice and perfect training, but it wasn't.
It started out fine, then sucked a little later. Cos the rehearsal for Teachers' Day was blasting loud and JL claimed that he didn't hear us chu sheng. Like what the what? We did, I swear. We were screaming our heads off. But he claimed he didn't, and sent us off court. And for almost the rest of the training, I was very against him. >:( I was daaaaaaaaarn pissed. With You-know-who as well. ---------------------------------------------.
Wipe those tears away honey, cos everything' s gonna be just fine.
We never ask for some things to happen, but it just did.
But it's okay, cos we know, deep in our heart, it's gonna be alright.