damaged tape.

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Sunday, February 17, 2008 7:58 pm

to who knows where.

I had my usual swimming lessons today. I think I am getting slightly better each time I attend the sessions-I had better- and guess what I found at the bottom of the pool today? I actually found a red whistle. Question is, what the hell is it doing there? I had the scene of Titanic in my head at that time but quickly killed it cause the water is only 1.4m deep. It also reminded me of Ivanhoe too.
My legs really ache now from all that kicking. I wonder how I would fare in tomorrow's 2.4km run. Pray I get Gold.
Slept when I got home; gonna do revision and homework later.

I guess everybody's changing.

i think i had had enough?
i have come to realise that it's futile..my actions and all.
i am going to forget you.
yes. i did had an affection towards you once.
but it's history.
thank goodness it's over.
bye.

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