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Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Early morning.
Heavy downpour.
Still continued with our plans.
Captains ball.
All my pain and worries seem to have disappear when my sweat dripped.
So revitalising.
Rejuvenating my energy.
Now.
Back at home, so jaded inside again.
I can't breathe.
My mind is bobblin'.
I just want things to get done with!
Please, oh God, don't let that happen to me.

Her words.
Oh so sweet to my ears.
It may not be so in yours.
But the thought of it, eases all my pain and agony no one can endure.
Not even you.
"It's all in your mind, dear", loved ones may say.
"Relax and believe in the light. Have confidence"
I am so jaded.
That sometimes, I just can't pick up myself again.
Muscles are aching already.
I just want things to get done with!
Oh God, please don't ruin me...