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Basketball; my life.
Friday, January 25, 2008
; 10:35 pm


my poor hand.

i scalded my hand this afternoon when i help jojo prepare her maggie mee.
T___T
reported sick and went homeee :D
hahs,don't think i can play any games or do drills with one hand ;/
on the way walking out of school mrs. koh called me.
mrs.koh : girl guide, girl guide( calling to me)
(i turned to her)
mrs.koh:why you never go for guides?
me: i scald my hand just now.very pain.
mrs.koh: aiyorr,poor thing.go home and apply some cream and come back schoo for gides lah.

wtf.
ya lah.it doesn't look tat bad, but it seriously hurts larh.
it's like burning my skin and i cant walk under the sun.
super pain luhs.but now okie le (:


i hope he was there just now. :\


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