"at the end of the day, you have to be strong for yourself, because no one will be strong for you."

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Robert Doisneau, Kiss by the Hotel de Ville, 1950

All time favourite :)

Blogging is a fantastic way to record down what happens daily. I clicked on my old blogs and read them, I was so naive, emotional, angry, basically a screwed up kid - the heart and mind was dysfunctional. Must be the hormones.
Ball was my everything then. It was my happy pill, it was what kept me going strong, sturdy, it gave me a direction, it provided me the motivation I needed academically, it was my pillar of strength. Or should I say they, my teammates and coach. No no, the 3 elements are interlinked, intertwined, interconnected. My bonus package sent from above. (:

I shall curb my temptation and decline an invitation to Zoooook.

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