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Closing walls and ticking clocks.
Jun 2, 2006

freaking tired.

it's moen's last training today. he's going to train with the sports school team. won't see him for a long long long long time.

eh no. wont see him for a nong nong time.

guess it's a good thing for him. to fulfill his wish to go to sports school in sec1. his chance of getting in is pretty high now then. a year and a half more to sports school for him.

ah. but i gotta admit he'll be missed. all those corny jokes and bitchings. heh.

i played a game with kenny and 3 games with moen. tiring. by the last game i was already slacking around. haha.

i guess, the next time i see moen, he better thrash me. haha.

ended training with climbing stairs. 8 times up and down and 5 sets of that for me. then finished off with one round of sprinting.

ahh. people come and go. could be my turn soon. could be.

9:36 PM