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'cause we got it going on
Monday, December 25, 2006
{ 12:23 PM }
Saturday was some stupid day. Oh yes, I broke a spoon during lunch that day and my father got so worked up about it. Didn't quite know why till he told me. A bad start for a bad day.I missed my don't-know-how-old grandmother's birthday dinner due to wushu national squad selection. I have no idea why they needed to push back the timing at the very last minute from 3 to 7. That did get on my nerves. That also resulted me having to go for my regular maths tuition. Ah, the teacher is really good at torturing my brains. I hate indices. I simply just cannot get it. But I will, just a matter of time...Back to the selections, well, the things tested were not tough. Just the 5 different jumps movement and the first half of my routine. I dare say it was quite a breeze. Now i cross my finger and hope the letter arrives in my mailbox. A desperate want to get in!After it ended, I called my mother and she replied that she was still eating and could only come fetch me in half an hour's time. Yea, I waited. Then on their way here, I received an sms that there is massive jam along Orchard Road and the estimated time of arrival would be about half an hour later. I had two choices then, wait or take the train home. Both won't make a difference so I chose to wait. ZZZ. How lonely.Gee, ranting on a blissful Christmas. Neutralised.'chernhwee
