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Saturday, December 26, 2009

Awesome an tiring day. Played soccer with hakim, ridz, riz and izzad. ;DD was losing during the first half. Lols. Then izzad went off for a little while. Teamed up with ridhuan. Was losing and suddenly we were winning. Lol. Thanks to my goalkeeping skills and my accuracy-ness. Haha! Scored that final goal which made us the champs. Lalala. I thought Rizal saved the goal but it went through his legs instead! Haha! Damn funny! Hakim did the re-enactment. And I was laughing like crazy. Damn funny. Then went to play block catching with hafiqah. Haha. Was too tired to run. But have to run. To prove someone that I’m not a weakling and I deserve his training. So I did. After hafiqah went home, I still have to be the catcher. Urgh. But i was too tired. Hakim forced me to run and catch them. I couldn’t even stand up! Too tired until i can’t feel my legs. Was dizzy. Hakim came to the rescue! Woots. He hold my hand. Awwhh, melts. He bought for me sweets. He hold my bag and my bottle! He bodyguard-ed me home also. Woots! I’m lovin it! Haha. But in the end, something unexpected happened. Haish. Haha. ;DD

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