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Shopping and Basketball

These two has nothing in common except that they happened on the same day. Today I went to West Town Mall, buying some stuff for myself and a jacket for my father. I bought some sport attires and also a sweater. I went there with Ain and Vanessa, Ain's friend. I didn't talk much today because I was sleepless last night. Nothing out of ordinary happened during the shopping though.

Today we had Dessert Night, held by MSA, but I didn't came. I just didn't feel like going, so I went to Serf (gym) with Shasha and Irshaad. They both went for cardiovascular and weight training, but I went to basketball court, with the hope to play with Americans~

I wanted to borrow a basket ball from the gym, but they were all taken :( So I just went to the courts, hoping they will let me play.

I stayed at one of the courts, just watching the guys played. After more than half an hour waiting, they asked me if I want to join. Without any hesitation, I joined them~

The first play was the worst. There is this guy who is really, really tall that he can dunk. He was in the opposite team. That was one of the reason my team lost, the other reason was I played real lousy :( But in the second play, I managed to play better. Though I am just like a child compared to the others, I still play like the was no tomorrow :p

Sorry for the lousy narrating, but I am just happy to get the chance to play with Americans~ Next time, I will be the one to ask to join, not just sit at the corner waiting to be invited :)


  1. hee. :p ktorg plak maen basket friday night. ade org putih mabuk dtg maen ngn ktorg. hahahahaha.

  2. pastu buat aper? layan jer la? ke join mabuk? haha :p

  3. hahaha sadis seyh x dpt maen ngan perform

  4. ko main basket lagi tak? haha


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