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Sunday, December 13, 2009

i've ignored, or you can say avoided, them for the past few days. just now when i was looking through some archives i saw one of the links, and i decided to click it. i read through, and when i saw a crucial part, there was only a teeny weeny bit of..'hmmm'. i realised it doesn't matter to me anymore. whatever or however things had turned out, i don't care anymore.

home had been great for the past couple of days, except that i forgot to bring the charger back. i nearly wanted not to go back hall tomorrow morning (and skip netball training again) when i received a msg from wilmond saying that kayak meeting is cancelled. that's how much i did not want to go back to hall. but my skills are bad, the first netball match is on tuesday, and there's things i need to sort out back in hall, so i guess i should just go back hall early in the morning and go for the netball training as planned. i just need to get used to having more people in hall again.

11:54 PM