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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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