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Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Yep, I'm officially a saint. :)
Hmmm, I thought of something, "Everytime I see you, my heart will skip a beat; however, I won't mind seeing you year after year, month after month, day after day and time after time, even if it means the stoppage of the beating of my heart."
Lol, rubbish. I was just eating seaweed while sitting in my room, and this came into my mind. Don't tell me if you think it's rubbish, tell me if you think it's good. :X Haha.
I'm bored... I'm bored...
Hmmm... memories...
[ Day after day,
I told myself I'll let go,
but I must say,
I can't seem to do so.
Day after day,
my routine repeats,
but I must say,
your image greets.
Day after day,
everything's the same,
but I must say,
my feelings for you still stay the same. ]
Supposed to go out with my class, but Ming Po had to appeal, Guo Wei had to appeal, so, I thought it's better to postpone it, which means I have to get Cyndi's new album later of the week. Conclusion? Another day of rotting at home.
Anyway, if I drop SlayR another time as I approach, I'll re-drill the thumbhole. Uncle Walter said that the span was drilled a tad too "stretched" which means my fingers will not be able to hang on to the ball long enough as my thumb comes out. Anyway, thumbhole also a lil' too big. Two white grip tapes and still a lil' lose. Hmmm, maybe I'll drill it this Friday. Gotta call up Uncle Walter to ask him if he'll be opening his shop. Troublesome. I hope my hands won't grow anymore. If not, I'll have to re-drill my balls again. :(
[ Side by side,
they are lined up,
with same numbers at each side,
an equilateral formed up.
Thumb is released,
fingers rotated,
I'm pleased,
It slid and rotated.
They screamed,
It grinned,
We screamed,
I grinned.
Strike! ]
Haha, lame.
I think I'll stop here.
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