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Friday, July 27, 2007

yesterday, i watched my sis and joey shoot hoops.
and for once, i felt really proud of her (my sis of course)
i mean, it's really great of her to bother to stay back after sch for hours just to practice shooting hoops.
i saw how determined she was to hone her skills to perfection, make every shot precise and accurate. doing something she really loves, full of passion for that one sport.
she's gotten her wish, gotten into main five. her coach even made her play forward, out of desperation.
well, i just thought i suddenly loved her much more. x)
awwwww


i love x japan i love hide i love pink spider and his pink hair.

she's not here @

11:49 PM