toughests

like i've said. this is the toughest year i've gone through and still going through.

3 adults. from everywhere.
all the venting and stuff like that, on a teenage girl.

conflicts among coaches, teachings, methods.


i duno how long i can tahan la. really. maybe i can la. but if i really wanna whack and excel full force, this is not gonna work.

and adults say that we kids are immature. talk abt them. fancy blickering, using us as communicative tools to aid in their professional bickerings.


FINALLY. my bowling balls are done up. hars. today's simulation, bowled with spare ball again can. i really must get used to my balls again. after trng, went to cbc to bowl abt 8 games. my left knee almost gave way i guess. as i was bowling my 6th game.. there was this jerk my right knee while executing my shot.. abit freaky. coz technically, its the left one that's injured.

ytd after church, went out with eve jas drew solo. i duno why but for the whole day, my left knee was exceptionally painful even when i dun bend it.
i'm just worried for mission trip.


its only mon, and i'm feeling the shagged-ness. tmr wake up at 6am. train at yishun, be there by 915am. night- dinner at vivo, the official thank you dinner for imf.

mum and sis will be away on hol. then i'll be in bowling camp. piano will only arrive end of nov. then there's this and that.
and then more of this and unnecessay that.

then this and then that.
and in the end,
who stands to listen a piece of my heartfelt suggestions or comments or improvements or wadsoeva?



Murphy's law: when one goes wrong, all goes wrong.






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