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Sunday, May 14, 2006


Hohohoho. We really owe this victory against NJ to Phileo and Raymond.
Before they came to train us, we only had sheryl to teach us what she knows but to tell the truth it wasn't enough. Our coach "had to many other committments" therefore didnt turn up for ANY training while we needed someone to guide us. Irresponsible man. When I was asked to enter the pitch to substitute yas I swear I was the most confused I'd ever been because the referee scolded me for not entering the field through the center and right midfield's not the usual position I play. After the game the girls told me that tong was screaming at me the whole time. Whatever, cus I didnt hear. Anyway we won. =)

How do you tolerate a man [I loathe and is unfamiliar with him] who puts his arm across you shoulder, grabs your arm, pushes your stomach and uses his water bottle to pat your ass.
One of these days, all of these over-friendly gestures by this particularly hated man will force me to chop him up into minced pieces to make a rou bao. I meant rou baoS. He is so fat we can make 100 rou baos.

Qy accompanied me to buy clothes for next friday. Whew. It was intense shopping these ladies from two stores kept wrestling us into the changing rooms. They didn't stop blabbering and stuffing their goods in our faces to allow us to reject them. In the future when I open my own shop I'll have to ensure that my employees are of this calibre.

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