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You cannot be serious!

Sunday, March 05, 2006



My disability to say no to any issues concerning my mum had resulted in me having to attend a cousin's birthday BBQ party with her only just. I'm not the least close to this cousin of mine. Heck, I would've just text her a Happy Birthday greeting if wasn't for my mum. No wait, I don't think I'd even do that. I don't have her number at all.

As expected, Rebel and I got bored in no time. We went into a vacant tennis court which was next to the BBQ pit to kill time. And then I found ourselves watching the scrawny blokes next door playing tennis. One of them has a really good groundstrokes. Yes, says the person who never played tennis all her life.

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