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Tuesday, January 22, 2008 9:09 pm

the other.

Lessons were so so I guess. The main thing that was in my head was the looming O level results to be announced this coming Thursday.
That matter aside, there wasn't anything in particular worth mentioning that happened in school today. Well, other than the fact that Samantha mysteriously popped up during Chem Practical- not even SPA leh- and did the experiment with us. Otherwise, it was another pretty boring, tiring, exhausting, painful day.
Taekwando was next. Okay, at least something to talk about.
We did the usual boring pattern. Move left, up, down, punch, blah blah blah. (Seriously, I doubt if this would be any use to me when I so happen to be challenged). Then, the senior decided that it was too damn boring to do this for the entire session. (Hurray!). So, we were gonna do some kicking instead.
The kicking session was fun. It allowed me to unwind and relieve myself of all that pent up frustration over that incident and stress. Perhaps that's why I could kick so darn hard. Dewei was having a bit of trouble doing it. But then again, how hard could it actually be to kick a stationary target? Maybe it's due to the soccer that I played back in primary school- time which should had been spent mugging. Heh.
We ended soon after.
1 day left.
1 day left to be true.
1 day left before I carry it with me to my grave.

this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.