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Sunday, April 29, 2007

In my own imagination 8:39 PM.

Well, nothing much has occured this week. Just a normal week, whereby i'm filled up with tremendous fatigue from sch, trainings, friends, music etc.
I have to admit the damned fact that i'm not well-prepared for Mid Yr Examinations. Except for English, Chinese, Maths, i supposed a death sentence has been set on a verdict for my other subjects.

I've been running 2.4km quite frequently. I've finally gotten rid of my double layer of irritating fatty meat around my waist.

Next, about my Eye Candy. Ok, from now on, i shall call him I-candy. haa...IT somehow tinge his name right?
Well, the sight of him never fails to emerge a smile out of my fatigue. His voice, his words, his sweetness his body his wadeva wadeva la...The feeling i hold towards him, the thoughts, the desries, is indescribable. From the day i've met him till today, he's always been on my mind vividly at every moment. Like i've said, it's all about the feelings. And the feelings don't originate from his superficialities, but his personality somehow carries a whift which is able to bemuse me, and act as a charm towards me.. Oh, i'm obsessed...haha...It's a gret thing that he doesn't know of my blog. If not i'll go madkeeping all my thoughts about him in my mind and having no space to express.

Well, i see him rather often. At least thrice a week at most 4 times. Somehow, he brightens up my day. Although it's ironical that the brightening is done in the night. haha...Coach paired us up to practice for sparring today. I got hit by him on my head. But, the pain was so sweet and contradictory. Well, it's somehow a wrong decision to pair us up, because although we hv about the same height, but i can't bear to hit him.

Well well, time to study...

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