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Friday, May 26, 2006


I've been losing sleep for the past 2 nights.
Its especially bad today after watching VJ emerge victorious champions beating MJ 4-2. The feeling of disappointment got me again as the yellow jerseys triumphed for the second time 2 days in a row. Shit la. Everytime I attempt to sleep the images of the goals against us just keeps flashing. After getting jolted awake, the images inundated me all over again. Its 4am in the morning.

The moment of truth: Things would have been different if I played better.
I didn't do exactly what I was supposed to as a mid-field to pump the balls in.
I'd failed.
I'm guilt-ridden.
I cannot face my team mates.
I'd let the college down.

Sorry. And I need a hug.

♥Bid Farewell

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