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Wednesday, May 10, 2006
5:51 PM
I got what I deserved for not exercising self discipline. I went to the court. I felt bad, I left, I cried. Played volleyball initially. Then felt very very very bad. I saw how they played. How glad he was to be playing with her. I couldn't help feeling jealous. I went to join Jane, Jiayu, Bao Hui and Derrick in basketball. I got hit by the ball, and I started tearing. I stopped myself just in time. I didn't want to attract attention. Renee and Liko asked me to play volleyball with them again. I couldn't help noticing how much he enjoyed playing volleyball without me. I couldn't... I couldn't... I couldn't stop my heart from breaking either. I'm gonna pick myself up. You're just not fated to be my boy. I made it clear, you made it even clearer. You just had to tell me. You don't like me, and never will. I'll keep to myself and save myself from the embarrassment. It's all too late. You won't visit my blog either. No idea why I'm typing this.
I couldn't take it any longer! I left with Pat to 7 eleven to buy milk. I cried on the way. I felt better after the milk. Food has a healing effect on yours truly. Took 88 to Toa Payoh, then walked around, looking for Pat's ten-days breakfast. Then went to the library to meet up with Crys and the gang. They were effin' noisy. We got scolded by the staff. I was utterly embarrassed by them. I was later approached by a nice lady to help find a book for her project. So sad we couldn't find it. She looked so disappointed. :(
We left the library after being scolded the second time. Went to watsons where I bought even more food to heal myself. Went home after that. Still feeling bad, but wayyyy better already.
Ashwin is nice! He promised to take care of me if I ever need his care. (: Oh well, off I go now. Goodbye. Don't miss me please.