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My squash racket..
Monday, October 15, 2007 at 10:11 PM

I was tidying up my room and came across my Squash racket hung beside my cabinet. I took it down and looked at it. Ah.. brings back the memories of the nasty things I said to her. I bought it so that I could enjoy Squash - her fav sport - with her. But, I guess, finding a court and finding time was difficult for her.

We only played once..at her aunts condo. It ended abruptly because the friggin ball split into 2 after I received it. fuck. I guess that's the first and last time i will play with her. sigh.

It's so painful now. What i'm going through is a very painful lesson of what I have done. I guess everyone went through this phase too once in their life. ah........

I'll play for you.