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cos i miss you.
miss vb. (tr.) regret the loss or absence of
and there's nothing you can do about it.


Wednesday, March 30, 2005

a year has slipped by, without me noticing even. oh well. its good. cos it means i can't be bothered. anyway, quick update after so long. thursday was spent at the re:percussions party at warehouse, sucked though. everyone was more interested in social networking rather than dancing. dbl O on friday, on denise's invitation to her birthday celebration. brought angel along, she sure had fun, with only a dollar on her tsk tsk. in the cab home angel asked me some questions, which briefly brought me to the realisation that it was a year to the day everything came together, when u and i became us, albeit for barely 2 months. ugh. stop. ok. played for PSA on saturday, scored the opener with a header from nian's freekick. beautiful cross it was. for the record, we won 3-1. ended up with a cut lip after i took an elbow in the face. i'd like to think it was accidental, if not i'd have waited for a chance to get the bugger back. sunday, as usual played for the saints. ah, and now the drama. dilun remembers defending a corner-kick. he remembers seeing the ball being floated into the penalty area. the last thing he remembers is focusing on the flight of the ball as he leaps to head it clear. the next thing he knows he is waking up with a pounding head, lying flat on the pitch with concerned teammates looking at him worriedly. so, to cut it short, dilun got bonked on the head by someone's head/elbow/fist/i dunno what, and his mom insists he see a doc who gives him mc until today. and the super long weekend which started on thursday evening's coming to an end soon, which is bad. oh, and COG's on this sunday, same time same place as usual. 6pm outside istana. but this time, dilun should be in the new guards, so interested spectators might want to be at the heeren at 5.40pm to watch the new guards march off towards the istana. heh. whoever knows about COG better come! i'll see ya guys! (:
EDIT: dilun's in old guards again. SLACK!



lun @ 12:05 AM

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