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♥ Monday, December 05, 2005
4:54 AM

i HATE it everytimes my going out dates clashes with netball trainings. or even track. [which dont really bother me now. ] but its seriously getting on my nerves sometimes. or maybe im just being soooo paranoid. BUT but, this whole december. trainings and matches almost every other day. 2-6 pulak tuu. if its in the morning i dont fcuking mind uhh seriously. but it's in the afternoon. which means no more outings. shopping dates. swimmings. theme parks. everything i want to do during the hols anymoree. GRRRR.

i dont mind a 3days a week training. just, give us some social time ourselves too lahh. dont be soo cruel. i have track in the morning. and netball right after that. every monday wednesday friday. tuesday and thursday will be my resting period, at the VERY least. daammnn. i need a break. i do.

AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH !!!
BUMMER.

im getting sick. sick. sick. sick. mentally. physically. inside out. argh.
*faints*