Saturday, April 01, 2006
Piangz...
"Hi, would you like to donate to KDF. It is a non-profit kidney dialysis foundation. Please help the needy. Thank you."
This is what I have been saying all morning. Okay this is my first time doing Flag Day and I finally realised how tough it is to ask people for donations. So whenever I see people doing flag day and if they ask me, I will definitely donate. We are like so desperate to sell all the stickers. Some people are darn generous and some just refuse to come near us. 10 cents or 5 cents also money right? Just help us buy donating so that we can finish our jobs as fast as possible ma...
And some really super nice people put all the coins that they had with them into my can. So nice right? =D
Guess what? Next week we are having another flag day. -.-''' so sian.
Saw brian tan. that super quiet guy who is my primary 4 classmate. dont think he can recognise me though. and that PIGGY JENNIFER XIE also got flag day.
VECTORS
maths can sometimes be logical as well as illogical.
that's why i love to do and hate to do maths.
just like you.
i can like you and dislike you at the same time.
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Thursday, March 30, 2006
"I could have... , what might have been... , if only... ".
My mind is in this super blank state and everything around me is moving except myself.
It's over.
I don't know what to say and think anymore.
School's becoming a lousy place to be in.
I hate it.
Sometimes not everything that you have worked hard for will pay off.
And for me, most of the time.
I feel like I am wasting my effort.
For softball, for studies, for friends.
We still have two games next week and that's the end of our national season.
We ended our last tournament as NHurricanes without entering the semi finals.
Great, huh?
The disappointment, anger and unhappiness were so great that I felt nothing at all.
So painful that I felt numb.
The tears did not even flow.
And I'm hurting a billion times more than what I felt last year.
We blew it. again.
And we can blame no one but ourselves.
Life sucks.
I suck.
You suck.
WC and oil ball suck the most.
and sometimes I feel that she sucks too.
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Sunday, March 26, 2006
WOOTS.
Tomorrow's the big day.
I'm gonna sleep well to prepare myself for the game tmw.
i'm gonna hit hard, stop all balls, do any sacrifices.
it's going to be our perfect game.
So yeah.
Friday was Coach's birthday.
and we bought her tiong bahru baos.
and we formed the baos into COACH and put a candle on each of them.
this is how it looks like:
then had training for a little while.
After that had dinner with angie,cec and sixian at clem's kfc.
we talked and laughed a lot.
so yeah.
the bond between us are a lot tighter than what i thought.
and softball means a lot more to us than anyone thinks.
we're one great and superb team.
we will fight and overcome all the barriers.
our dream will become a reality.
then there's some unhappiness between softball girls and some people.
i mean, don't be so petty about it and make a big deal out of some trivial matters lo.
it's like it's your own fault for being so agitated and you guys made a big fuss.
is it really that hard to apologise?
does it cause you your life just by saying a simple sorry?
then you start insulting us and say all the bad things and even curse that we will not get through the next round.
if you guys are men, stop bitching like a woman can?
you guys are so petty lo.
and that wc guy, i despise you.
losers la you all.
and that fat w guy too.
big build but you have a super small heart.
and you.
when i am starting to look at you with some respect and admiration,
you disappoint me.
i don't care what reasons you have.
i would have preferred the real you.
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