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Don't Stop Can't Stop
title: basketball.
date: Saturday, May 29, 2010

Boo. Was gaming the whole morning to afternoon yesterday, then slept in the evening, the gamed at night again. But I did do ONE (or actually half) an A maths paper 1 question... AND I'M GOING TO FINISH THE PAPER TONIGHT.

Went out today from morning till 5, came home and went down for basketball. And i just finished bathing. So yeah I just practically did one/half maths question from yesterday till now. GG.

No one was playing basketball when I went there, just a bunch of assholes playing soccer. I say they're assholes cause, when I went to play, one of the goalies told me that they're playing soccer. I told him nicely that we could share the court (FYI, they took the whole bball court and I only took half). Then he ask me to go ask 'them'. Then another of the assholes came and tell me there's a lot of them. I was like, so what, and continue playing. Bastard, the court your grandfather's one ah. Plus that's a basketball court and they're playing soccer and I'm playing basketball. Still want me to go away? Wait long long. -.-

Halfway another guy came to join me. Think he's also sec four or older. I was wondering why he looked familiar than i realized that last time we shared a court before too. We didn't play together or what, just shoot hoops ourselves. But he's a nice guy! Unlike those assholes. When my ball went in his direction he will help me pick up. And he won't ks me! ^^

So yeah around the time he came some of the assholes also left. So the rest of them, including those 2 shorties (well they're shorter than me, and most likely younger) who tried to ask me to go away, went over to the other court instead. Ha take that. Then there's this little boy and his younger sis also came. I think he's like 5 years old? Very cute. He was telling his sis, the basketball hit her head very pain one haha. Then ask her don't stand under the net. Everytime the guy or I shoot he will stand further away, scared tio hit. So being nice people, we let him shoot his little soft plastic/rubber small soccer ball sometimes, those kind that little kids play with. (:

Interesting.

posted by jellybeanies @ 6:42 PM
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title: Time flies.
date: Friday, May 21, 2010

I didn't expect this day to come so soon...
I'm finally out of the SJAB world.

I don't feel empty or anything though, I feel perfectly normal, like nothing has changed much. Maybe cause I know the people are still going to be around me... for now. And I don't really mind that I didn't manage to get a SSGT rank, cause I know that I don't deserve it as I've been slacking alot this year.

I think ACPC's screwed. Total rush of time, don't even have enough time to get ready. Good thing I didn't have remedial that day. Camwhored a little after that. Haha and I love the badge that 4108 gave, cause I've been intending to get one anyway. "I'M GOING NUCKING FUTS!"

Screw you, I'm not your damned doormat, not someone you can come and go to whenever you like. I'm a bloody human being, I do have feelings. Too bad that you're too oblivious to this, I guess, or maybe you did it on purpose. Whatever.

posted by jellybeanies @ 11:19 PM
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title: I want to grow up.
date: Monday, May 17, 2010

And here they come, being friggin' unreasonable again.

I'm tired all all these shit. For goodness sake I'm already fifteen, and I'm still treated as if I'm still in primary school who doesn't know what's right and what's wrong and needs to be under scrutiny 24/7. Hell, they might as well install a camera that sticks to me wherever I go.

Now, even using facebook is wrong.

Way to go. After all those shit explaning I had to do to convince them that facebook is safe, they're apparently still not convinced. In fact they dont seem to believe me at all. So I'm forced to remove my display picture, and my birthdate.

It's the friggin' 21st century. This needs to be drilled into their heads.

Forget it if they could not understand. But I don't think there is a need to make me live as if I'm also stuck in the 20th century.

And he says that I'm not 21 yet, so there is no such thing as privacy for me. HA.

Total ownage. I'm speechless. Really.

posted by jellybeanies @ 9:19 PM
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title: Back to simplicity
date: Saturday, May 15, 2010

Yeah, I'm finally back. Without a tagboard, without links, and a new blogskin, and a much simpler one at that. And yeah, finally white instead of black. For whatever reason why I'm back, I don't know. Just got the urge to post again. Well i guess no one's really visiting my blog anyway.

I'm guilty. Guilty of slacking the past... 4 days. Since youtube's working again, I've been spamming videos. Didn't do much ss this week, maybe read through slightly. I can't keep my promises to myself. Screw me.

School was pretty much the same. Just that after Mrs Tan came to talk to us... there's a sudden surge of stress. And now... its fading. I wish she could send me the powerpoint slides and I'd print them out and paste it all over my bedroom wall and stress myself.

Oh and i'm back to basketball again. (:

Bleh. Someone jio me out to study please.

posted by jellybeanies @ 10:32 PM
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