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written on Saturday, June 16, 2007 @ 12:53 PM ✈

Today's the day of the bowling competition. I changed into my attire, but my mum thinks I can don't go to the competition, since I'm a reserve anyway. I was reluctant, but I knew I went out a lot in this holiday. I argued a little and ended up a bit teary. I shall not say anymore. Then I finally smsed squadmates and changed out of my attire.

I knew squadmates would be unhappy. But then they called me just after the argument. Well in my house, after an argument, the whole house will be quiet and it's awkward to call so soon. Then the first thing they said was, Nicole's thumb was injured. And then I was super irresponsible and a lot of stuff. It was very hurting lah.

I seriously can't go. Every time, we go home late. Plus, I do nothing there, can't even go to the toilet.

*This post is written 1 hour after the incident, so I hope I already got my mind straight, and not filled with hatred.

I've been out a lot this week, that's why. And I got no money already. Why don't they get it? I am poor, ok, squadmates? Happy?

It could have been partially my fault, but they never considered my situation. I cried like twice this morning. What's wrong with me?

It's so eer. Whatever they crapped. And how I know Nicole's thumb injured? Scream dunno what stuff at my sis for what? *going on to post in my secret blog*

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