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Saturday, June 13, 2009

i think i overworked myself.

i feel very tired, anytime i could knock-out flat. i shall have a early sleep tonight. anyway, i just got back from al-ameen. i had my dinner with grandpa, thanks for the treat!(:
this afternoon, i had soccer match at fuchun secondary. ended up in a draw, the score was 2-2. i love my team ah! i wasn't thinking about the next match later on. i played my hearts out, i didn't care. obviously i want to defend well and want a win! but luck wasn't on our side. after the match, lee syafiq's dad came to fetch us to bukit timah where maoist friendly game is held. we reached there on time. all thanks to syafiq's dad(:
maoist friendly game againts the french side. YES, they're are real french! all big sized, strong. they were quite impressive, winning most of the possession. we were totally no match against them, but we fought well and won the match 4-1. personally i think i played badly for maoist as i was very tired. my worst performance so far, sorry guys. my friends told me, my face were pale. im having headache now, since i walked out of the pitch from maoist's match. urgh
match over; we took bus to woodlands interchange and then i took 912 to al-ameen to meet my grandpa. after eating i went home and here i am now, lying down):

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With love, indra @ 9:11 PM