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Saturday, September 6, 2008'♥ Doraemon

Guys, I just fell HARD on my knee cap during rollerblading lesson today! Its still painful. Yesterday, Mummy bought me brand-new guards that are exactly the same as hers. Really small. But I like samll ones because they are comfortable and you won't feel too hot if you sweat under them. Don't xiang wai huh!!

So I wore them to training today. And when I was doing a Sparrow, I stepped on my stopper--BOOM!--I fell hard on my kneecap! I rolled over the floor in pain, moaning. Uncle Raymond, Niina and someone, who I think he is Uncle Raymond's friend because they were talking just now, rushed over to see if I was OK.

I kept rubbing my kneecap. Mummy saw what was happening and rushed over. She called Papa who was skating somewhere else to come. Then they gathered around me. I couldn't help feeling a little embaressed. There I was, lying on the floor like a big baby. You may ask why I fell on my kneecap, where I was supposed to have my knee guards?

I will answer that question. I WAS wearing knee guards, and I told you they were small. And loose lol. So they slipped of my knee. Uncle Raymond said that these guards were not good, and we can throw them away. Then Mummy told him they were brand new. She told him it was because I liked small guards. Then he said that I could wear big knee guards, like Niina's. He said Niina didnt have guards, so he gave her some old ones that he had. Generous of him.

I didnt cry, I don't cry much. But it hurt, alright. Niina was tugging on my arm for me to get up. Then that friend of Uncle Raymond's said not to pull me, let me get up by myself. Then he said that my knee guards were no good, they were only good-looking. Moral of the story is: Don't judge a book by its cover. LOL.

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