Monday, February 23, 2009
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its been awhile since I step out of court and actually thought that I played my best.
I played all I could, fight till the end,
but somehow it just wasnt up to standard.
I was so tired, I felt like dying, but look at the determined faces, and how the others keep going, it never fails to make me work even harder, since I cant find a reason why I should give up while the others is working so hard, and when the whistle blows and after a few seconds of silent,
we broke into those sweaty bunch of girls, screaming, jumping around, even breaking out into tears of joy.
victoryIt was 30-29 to us, it was awesome, seeing all the overjoyed faces, hugging each other so tightly,
I love the team(:Mr Prata after game, and teamtalk and playing with ice, twin and I was on laughing gas,
home with jamie and nevine,
Im sorry twin, yknow my curfew): I still WURVE you. hahahaha.
the bangla at novena was sucha cheekopek,
he looked at my skirt and "tsk tsk tsk tsk"
go and die.
Im so tired after the game, the falls and banging into the wall was worth it(:
thanks for coming down, love you(:Labels: game
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