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Right now, bball is like the only sport I really play alot. Thinking back, I have really come a long way in my bball life~~

The first time I remembered playing bball was in primary school. Dunno primary one or two, the stupid kind of age where guys and girls hate each other. At that age, you always see the guys shorter than the girls. I am one of them.

Bball was such a frickin irritating sport to me then. I can’t run, I can’t catch, can’t dribble, can’t shoot. And everybody can’t too, so it’s just one stupid game where everyone screams and throws the ball around and pray that it goes as intended.

Since then I’ve hated bball.

In sec3, my classmates, benji, yunzi, idol, tyy and gang ALWAYS play during reccess. And I always just sat there and watched. Damn sianz. They keep asking me to play but I thought it was such a not-fun game.

One day I decided to try. And the rest, as they say, is history.

I was so proud of myself cos I could touch the rim. I told myself that I must learn to dunk. I started loving the sport.

One fine day in sec 3, I managed to hang on the rim for the first time. I was so elated. Dying to show off to my friends, I did it again in the most bo-chup way you could imagine. I landed on my elbow and dislocated it. My ankle also buang. So I called my mum and I went to a chinese sinseh for the first time in my life.

I took damn long to recover, but I knew that bball was my sport.

Fast forward to JC. I was contemplating if I should join bball anot. My main concern was primarily that I suck. And I suck big-time. How to play in school team? But I don’t want to be in stupid art club again. I’ve been in it for like, 4 frickin years, and it’s damn frickin sian.

I decided to give it a try and go for the trials. Might not even get in anyway, so why worry so much. The selection process was kind of weird, I also don’t know how they choose one. I think about 50 plus people signed up. I was like ‘whoa’.

So we were made to do funny stuff like all the basic moves and play 3on3s and 1on1s so that the seniors and coach could see and select.

Well I don’t remember much about those except that my 1on1 opponent went on to become my bunk mate in unit during my NS life. It’s just so sad that I got selected in the end and he didn’t.

Because my life in the team sucks. I can’t click with the rest of the team at all. And it feels really competitive. I don’t enjoy bball as much as I should.

And worse still, I was a frickin center. For the uninitiated, center is the position under the net for all those sumo wrestlers and involves alot of hustle and push and shove. BUT I’M A PEACEFUL MAN.

Okay maybe my control’s not good enough to be a guard, but I guess I’d be much happier being a forward or something. In my second year, I nearly quit the team to join badminton.

Well the stupid badminton teacher-in-charge didn’t allow me to join so I had to stay on in the team. I still loved bball, but I just don’t like being in the team. Ah well, decided to just go with the flow and train up and do my part for the team.

Alas, I never even got to play a part.

About 2 months before the competition, I injured my frickin ankle again. So game over. I do carry on going for trainings. But then because of the stupid ankle, I can’t chiong too much. And I lagged behind quite abit. The formations and all those shit stuff, I can’t coordinate with them at all.

So I got dropped out of the team. After one plus year of fricking tough and time-consuming training, I got fricking kicked out of the team. I questioned myself, what the fuck for?

I wonder what the teacher-in-charge was thinking. There were very clearly 2 ways he could have managed this better.

1) Set up an amateur team for the non-compeitive people.
2) Select EXACTLY 12 team-members so that he won’t end up kicking off anyone.

But we had like 17. So 5 had to be sacrificed. Somemore it’s like, a few days before the competition. It was clearly a selfish solution. He wanted to be sure that he had at least 12 to enter the competition. And he can’t let the frickin remaning 5 know in advance, cos else they’ll pon training.

And my attendance was like 100%. And I fricking got kicked out. That period of time when we had exams and training three times per week was fucking xiong. I always go to school damn tired and go home even more tired.

Okay so I ended the JC phase of bball with a bad taste lingering in my mouth.

Started playing with outside people. Don’t know if it’s cos I was playing with a venegance or I was originally pretty good or what, but I realize that I’m actually not as bad as I thought.

Joined some sucky outside team; never really took part in competitions, but had my fair share of fun with them, and I had good practice.

After some time, I guess my passion just died down as I had to serve frickin NS and couldn’t get to play there much anymore.

So here I am, starting a new phase of my bball life. In a light-hearted way. Most probably going to join the amateur NUS bball club.

Hopefully this time round, I’m gonna meet better people and have more fun. Else I know I’d just frickin quit.

it’s like, sometimes when you’re gonna lose something, you get this really farked up feeling cos you don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

yea, 塞翁失馬，焉知非福？

but i guess you really can’t tell if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. only time can tell.

so what’s the best thing that could be done?

decide on all the options that you have, scrutinise and think long and hard about each one, and then make your choice based on whatever information you have, objectively. leave the rest to fate.

simple?

yeah, sure.

if only everything is as easy to do as to say.

Today was such an adventurous day. After stoning and reading in the library for about 6 hours, partly because of the rain, I went to have my hair cut and er.. highlighted.

So there I was at Marsiling waiting for my bus to come. It came pretty soon, and I was happy because I still had to go buy SOTONG BALLS for tomorrow’s Shambaa potluck thingy.

So I happily got onto the bus, plugged on my earphones, and started playing F.I.R’s CD; I love Qian Nian Zhi Lian so I set it to be the only song I wanna hear.

So on and on the bus went, until I noticed something weird. How come opposite side got 190?

I was like, “hmm…”

Then I saw the road sign “PIE Changi Airport”

I was like, “eh?”

Then I saw “Toa Payoh” and was like “huh?”

And finally I saw “KALLANG”.

And I was like “WHAT THE FARK!?!?!”

I live in the WEST can.

I was about to alight immediately until I realized that I was on an expressway. Great.

Suddenly I heard the chorus of the song I’m listening ,”chuan yue qiaaaan nian de shaaaaaaaaang tong~~~ zhi wei qiu yi ge jieeeeee guooooo”. How apt.

At the next bus-stop, I looked at the sign and saw that there were only 2 TIBS buses, 985 and 966.

966.

I was supposed to take 960. I wanted to take out pen and paper immediately to complain to TIBS for making the bus numbers so similar.

So after a few more stops, I finally saw a bus-stop where there’s an overhead bridge I can cross, so I alighted and got onto the the bus heading towards Marsiling.

I checked out my watch: About 30 minutes since I left Marsiling I think. Another 20 plus minutes later, I finally saw the “BKE WOODLANDS”. I didn’t know whether I should laugh or cry.

Eight plus already. Haven’t had dinner. I looked down, covered my face and shook my head. Then I caught a glimpse of my stomach pointing its middle finger at me.

Okay so I reach Marsiling. Had to go to the Gents. So I did. Upon entering, there was this ah neh facing the other way. He turned briefly to look at me. Then suddenly TURNED HARD.

THEN HE FRECKIN SMILED AT ME.

I really felt like crying.

For quite some time now, I’ve been exploring the options of earning money through the internet with my brother and 2 other friends, Kevin and David.

We seem to have arrived at a breakthrough stage~ We just made about 200 USD last night This amount will be split between the three of us though. Heh, but I think we’re homing in onto some good stuff

Still kind of in the beta stages, but basically it’s like betting on how the market trend goes. Kevin’s from Germany. He studies probability and is quite well-versed in the field of foreign exchange markets as well.

David’s the technical guy; he’s in charge of coming up with a software that actually gives out signals to tell us when to place the bet on which currency goes up or down. Haha, sounds abit complicated, but it’s pretty easy to understand once you get into it.

As for me, I’m primarily the marketer of the program~ Will promote this stuff in forums, e-zines, PPC means and traffic-generating-sites. As I said, still in the beta stages~ But we all are USING the system right now, and it’s really working like a charm.

Ah well, I really hope this goes well. If it does, I’d have a steady stream of income coming in when school starts!

*Crosses fingers*

Around 1990, when Jim Carrey was a struggling young Canadian comic trying to make his way in Los Angeles, he drove his old Toyota up to Mulholland Drive. While sitting there looking at the city below and dreaming of his future, he wrote himself a check for $10 million, dated it Thanksgiving 1995, added the notation “for acting servcies rendered,” and carried it in his wallet fmro that day forth.

The rest, as they say, is history. Carrey’s optimism and tenacity finally paid off, and by 1995, after the huge box office success of Ace Ventura: Pet Detective, The Mask, and Dumb & Dumber, his asking price had risen to $20 million per picture.

When Carrey’s father died in 1994, he placed the $10 million chekc into his father’s coffin as a tribute to a man who had both started and nurtured his dreams of being a star.

Changed the template for my blog again, cos benji and gang say that they can’t see. Now that I’ve changed to this SUPER simple and neat one, should be no problem already, right?

Anywayz, I saw a story that I really liked today. It’s called “GIVE ME A BREAK!” Here goes.

A story is told of a man who goes to church and prays, :God, I need a break. I need to win the state lottery. I’m counting on you, God.” Having not won the lottery, the man returns to church a week later and once again prays, “God, about that state lottery… I’ve been kind to my wife. I’ve given up drinking. I’ve been reall good. GIve me a break. Let me win the lottery.”

A week later, still no richer, he returns to pray once again. “God, I don’t seem to be getting through to you on this state lottery thing. I’ve been using positive self-talk, saying affirmations, and visualizing the money. Give me a break, God. Let me win the lottery.”

Suddenly the heavens open up, white light and heavenly music flood into the church, and a deep voice says, “My son, give me a break! Buy a lottery ticket!”

—-END

Okay, maybe you feel abit “DUH!?” but I guess the moral of the story is that sometimes we just keep wanting and wanting and don’t realize that actually the key to actually getting that thing we want actually lies inside ourself?

Yeah and I actually don’t need you to tell me that my previous sentence was actually 2 and a half lines long and consists of 3 “actuallies” and so does this sentence but I suddenly feel like using alot of “actuallies” so what can you do to me muahaha.

Yeah I just came back from orientation camp a few days ago, and I actually had a SECRET entry I don’t want to make public because there is SECRET stuff in there muahaha! Naughty stuff, but no I’m not gonna talk about it muahahha.

Been spending so much moneeeeeeeeeeey!

Bought a pair of torn jeans yesterday. A shoe bag, a pouch, and swimming trunks today. Added up to like, hundred plus bucks! Luckily mama pays for it all.

Okay I’ve got nothing much to say because it’s like 1:10 a.m. right now, and I’m supposed to go to NUS early tomorrow morning for games with SHAMBAA~~ (Orientation camp group)

So what am I doing now. Talking to Elyn. She just got a new handphone the day before, and can you believe it, she named it! Good, got my style.

黑泽毅~ Takeshi Kurozawa or something.

I’m gonna be da GODFATHER.

Of a handphone.