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Peizhen
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Tuesday, April 03, 2007
against mayflower.
won by 2pts.
omg, again im FEELING-LESS throughout the game.
i feel as if im sleep walking on court!
i just shoot for the sake of shooting,
and my shooting is sooo netbally type.
my defence sucks like shit.
in short, im LENG LUO WU QING!
but kind of scary, cause score was vvvvv close for the remaining mins.
but still feeling-less though!
so in a daze that ->
st mag girl: congrats (want shake hand)
me: *stares, who are you (in a not friendly tone)
-.-
me: your church friend ahs?
yuhong: no lahs
me: then who is she?
yuhong: st mags lahs, that time friendly
me: ehs, OH YAR YAR LILING COACH's TEAM
ZzZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZzz
okay alright hmms.
that saddens me the most )':
8:05 PM