Ugh, training was damn tiring, I assure you.
3x200 all in a row. Frick. Its like sprint 200, jog back to starting, then start again. Gahh. Tiring like crazy. Nigel didn't come, holiday again. Rich kid. Jordan's sick? LOL.
I finally can reach the chin-up bar, LOL.
Cooldown. Have to do one round under 69. Well, Coach did say 69 for Sec 2s above. But, didn't say timing for us. LOL. Tried pacing Isaac and Timothee, LOL. They ran 66, I ran 68.

Ugh, nevermind.
Was supposed to go Nicholas's youth service la, but mom don't let.. D:
Janice came up with alot of reasons to like tell my mom, but all were, impossible reasons. Heh.

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I miss those times,
When we were on the staircases,
When we were not flipping dimes,
Just having plain love-crazes.

I had dreams of you and me in the past,
Hanging out again on the streets,
But, alas, we were not made to last,
And love is like bottomless pits.

LOL, emo poem. Made by yours truly. :D
Crap, why am I emo. Will try to make a happy poem and post it later. Hahahah.