Written on: Sunday, June 28, 2009
Time: 8:51 PM
Now Playing: Facade - DisturbedTime: 8:51 PM
For how long will you try?
How long until you walk away?
Your facade can't disguise
The fact that you're in misery
Facade - Disturbed
How long until you walk away?
Your facade can't disguise
The fact that you're in misery
Facade - Disturbed
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Basketball in the morning today was pretty much a huge waste of time. It was suckish as there was just the five of us (Adrian, Andre, Andrew, Zongtai and myself) and to make things worse, there was practically no one to play against. A certain two dudes didn't turn up!
I'm pretty rusty now, thanks to the absence of practice. All I do now is simply: dribble, try to fake the defender (in the most spastic way possible), do a spin move, take a shot and pray it falls. I'm going to practice more often. As soon as my basketball finds its way back to me!
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Oh before I forget! Adrian wants me to sketch for him, but I thought I'd do something cooler and a tad more meaningful. So, here it is:
Voila! I think it's a masterpiece.
Basketball in the morning today was pretty much a huge waste of time. It was suckish as there was just the five of us (Adrian, Andre, Andrew, Zongtai and myself) and to make things worse, there was practically no one to play against. A certain two dudes didn't turn up!
I'm pretty rusty now, thanks to the absence of practice. All I do now is simply: dribble, try to fake the defender (in the most spastic way possible), do a spin move, take a shot and pray it falls. I'm going to practice more often. As soon as my basketball finds its way back to me!
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Oh before I forget! Adrian wants me to sketch for him, but I thought I'd do something cooler and a tad more meaningful. So, here it is:
Voila! I think it's a masterpiece.Here's the story behind it, in case you were wondering. One fine evening, we were playing basketball. He tried to layup in front of me while my hands were stretched out in defense. And it so happens that my finger ended up poking his eye.
I was super freaked out and guilty at first, but now, after his constant "Eh, you remember that time you poke my eye?", I've grown numb to it. Ha! :X
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My hands smell of chili crab. Wonder whether its good or bad. Ending here! It's project time, unfortunately. Ciao!
I was super freaked out and guilty at first, but now, after his constant "Eh, you remember that time you poke my eye?", I've grown numb to it. Ha! :X
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My hands smell of chili crab. Wonder whether its good or bad. Ending here! It's project time, unfortunately. Ciao!
