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    Saturday, September 20, 2008

    it's been a week. and it feels weird somehow.

    so what have I done for the past week?
    1. collected my phone, and it's like FINALLY! but lost all my contacts, so do SMS your number when you see this message.
    2. paid the phone bills this morning?
    3. rotting at home, watching TV, playing PSP, using my laptop, what else? yes! doing household chores FTW! (damn these shits.)
    sounds cool, huh? com'on! THIS SUCKS BIG TIME!
    makes me feel like a good-for-nothing jerk at home. damn.

    oh yes, my GPA. god, it sucks totally man!
    damn, I somehow feel like a carpenter.
    why? I'M FREAKING SCREWING MY LIFE UP!

    and I think I've actually made a rather impulsive decision.
    I'm starting to miss my teammates, my club, the running, the throwing, everything.
    now then I realise that they are a bunch of great people.
    seeing them so bonded really makes me envious.
    it's a big loss for me. and it's too late to regret.

    I wish I could go back, but I don't know if it's possible
    for them to accept me again despite my selfishness and immaturity,
    for me to take down my boots which I just hanged them up,
    for my boots to get dirty again.

    the cruel reality @ 10:16 PM