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♥ Sunday, April 08, 2007
2:09 PM -

i have pressed the "backspace" key countless times before this line.well,there're just too much things on war in my mind, and it's mentally draining.

training's stepping up and all, but the thought that it wont ever be the same without coach in just seven week's time hurts.anyway, im really thankful that coach's willing to train with me one on one on sunday mornings! will just treasure trainings even more from now on and fight harder on water with teammates! hang in there, everyone (:

sports day's on its way again.haha.relays with classmates'll be exciting (: or even hilarious.but im so not looking forward to the long distance races now that the dates draw close.bit of regret for joining creeps in.

popcorn talks, taxi ride, running on the track despite being last, the random company and the many similarities shared.its really nice to have someone who cares (: thanks.

sorry for the randomness in this entry, where paragraphs dont link and i dont bother.
for now, any thoughts that can upset me are shoved to the back and inconsequential part of my mind.
and tonight, i cant help but feeling afraid of losing you.



"thank you Lord Jesus,
for Your amazing grace,
and for being the reason to live."