As I go through my posts, I am struck of the sadness of them. I seem to have hated my life back then. It really wasn’t a good period in my life. And yet, it was back then I made frieds with such wonderful people (5ive).

I am happy that my life is much brighter now. Even though I feel about as confused about boys right now as I was back then. It’s just not the end of the world any more.

I am going to bed now. Because I feel sick. I skipped the “indoor street hockey” (still don’t know the correct word) today, because an old man in Ritsem told me never to exercise when feeling ill. Learn from other peoples mistakes and so on…

I hope I feel better tomorrow. =P

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