Training was all fucked up. Right from the beginning to the end. Utter rubbish was gossiped between individuals and silence hatred grew stronger. And you know what? I was goddamn oblivious to that hatred. And I finally learnt about it when Coach was debriefing us. And you know how I felt at that moment? To quit.

And fuck all that. Rushed back home only to find out we had to go to Geylang again to find my other Baju Kurong. I bought the first one I tried and guess what? They had this whole bunch of good looking guys playing the percussion outside Second Chance :D And my father knows one of their father :DD The one me and my sister was staring. Shame I didn't bring my camera along =/

And I'm done making Ahma's skin! :DD So damn proud of myself.

Friends aren't like what them seem to be. Merely a tool for pleasure and comfort. Merely a subject to our bitchings. Merely just acquaintances.

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