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Tuesday, February 08, 2005


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disappointment. ahhh nothing new to me. my parents once called me a disappointment, just bcos i did things that werent pleasing to them. it has happened plenty of times, trust me. especially me and my mom. we would lock horns by raising our voices at each other. thank god, that doesnt happen often nowadays.

i've also disappointed myself many times. tests', exams, tennis, etc. sometimes i wonder what is my purpose in life and doin the things that i do. this word suddenly struck me now, after 16 years.. feeling stressed, im not me. i will get over it.
i believe this will only make me a better person, a better son, a better man...

ahhhh! finally i've gotten back my groove.. hitting like a mad man now. -bashing- & -krashing- x)backhands' excellent, forehands' good, volleys' artistic, serves' kicking, fitness 'strongzo', i feel goooooodddd.

youknowwhoyouare: btw thanks for giving me the much needed advice, appreciate it. owe ya one. thanks! x)

babe, im sorry.




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