Whats up, time to put in another slab of my day so far, well yesterday Monday night had a game of basketball, played some older guys a bit more physical than most teams we've played. Pretty close game all the way we were down most of the way but last 10 minutes managed to get about a 5 point lead and held it for the win 54-48.

I played pretty bad got a fair few turnovers, only scored 4 points and only got a few rebounds and assists. But the win is what counts. A much needed win after...

Didn't do much today and don't really have anything to talk about, turns out i have a bye tonight so no game which sucks balls. But yeah rocked some mw2 throughout the day, played a bit of basketball chilled had some skittles and some chips pretty boring day.

But uhh i think im going to start some training routine to fill my day out and give me something to write and probably can give more videos and other stuff so that might be alright. This blog thing might give me a reason to be...

Yes and so it begins the Life of Ranga, i will be trying to make an attempt at having a blog and this blog will consist of my life, it could be in stories or pictures or videos or whatever i manage to get up.

I dont know where it will start but im guessing the first story will be tomorrow when i play basketball and i will let everyone know how i went, not that anyone cares haha.

Alright peace..

It had been some time since he had been back to Florence.After his escape and smuggling out his Mother and Sister Ezio was convinced that the best course of action would be to flee to the safety of Spain,to begin a new life in seclusion,away from the treachery and machinations of the Borgia and his allies.
He now new this was an unrealistic dream,a simple fantasy bred of fear and the need to avoid his destiny.His Uncle,Mario,had shown him the way.Teaching the arts of combat and instilling...

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On my recent trip to India (and by India, I mean my fridge who I've named India.. I made a sandwich) I bumped into the counter nearby rather hard. Now I've got a semi-low pain threshold, sure, but when pain hits you in a split-second it is only natural to cry out. Especially when-...