Keith Wong Yiheng
CHRISTIAN
4th September 1992
Ex-Hong Wen School
Ex-Geylang Methodist School (Secondary)
Nanyang Poly [Sports & Wellness Management]
BASKETBALL
LA Lakers Fan

GOD =)
BASKETBALL
ALL MY FRIENDS!


Grow closer to God
Make it into NYP basketball Team
Movements everywhere so that everyone knows someone who truly follows Jesus.
Form a team and slowly train to div1 standard
Leather Molten Basketball
Kobe Zoom shoes
Nike Tee Shirt
Plaid outer collared tee =p
Vest
Team to share the dream =)
taggie here.

Love is a minefield. You take a step and get blown to pieces, put yourself back together again and stupidly take another step. I guess that's human nature. It hurts so much to be alone that we'd all rather blow up than be single.

We have no say over the hand dealt us in life, but we do have a lot of control over how this hand is played. We are responsible for bringing out the meaning of our own lives in each moment that we live. Remember each moment happens only once and can never be retrieved again.

A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.

He who asks is a fool for five minutes, but he who does not ask remains a fool forever.

I have never met a man so ignorant that I couldn't learn something from him.

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.

All this will not be finished in the first 100 days. Nor will it be finished in the first 1,000 days, nor in the life of this Administration, nor even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet. But let us begin.

The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.

If you're alone, I'll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I'll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I'll be your smile. But anytime you need a friend, I'll just be me

The best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch with, never saying a word, and walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you've had.

A friend is one of the nicest things you can have, and one of the best things you can be.

Daryl
Wendy
Daniel
Raquel
Si Hui
Zheng hou
Yi Kun
Wei Xuan
Yip Han
Zoe
Wee Keng
Heng Lee
Hui Ying
Kai Jing
Cherry
Germin
Joel
Ivan
Ryan
Jonathan
Penny
Jeslin
KeithGoh
Saranjeet
Gek Chuan
Aaron
Eileen/XiiaoHoon
Alton
Joseph
Corrine
Grace Tan
Long Huai
Edwin
Angela
Abdillah
Cecelia
Joannie


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I've been asked certain things. Like" Why do you train so hard in basketball?" Simple. It's cuz I love this game. More than anything else, I think I would still prefer playing basketball with a group of friends or by myself, practising jump shots. Someone asked"Your're only 160cm. You really think you can make it to professional basketball?" I dont think i can. Which is why I want to spend my life trying to achieve this dream of mine. What's wrong with wanting to be the best in what you like to do? It's only natural for someone to train hard for something they want. Train hard=Play hard XD. Maybe it's precisely why I'm 160cm the reason I'm training hard. Answer this: Who can play better if a 160cm noob and a 190cm noob started basketball at the same time and trained for the same number of hours? If you can't answer this, I'm obliged to smack you.I'm training hard in almost every single offensive aspect of basketball, shooting, 3point shooting, jump shots, hang shots, free throws, lay ups, finger rolls, double clutches, speed, fast breaks, almost every single aspect u can think of, to make up for the one tiny MAJOR thing that I lack. Height. Even if one taller and shorter person played baskteball at the same time and started at the same time, the taller one, starting out, already has the advantage. Here's a riddle: Name me one sport where the short man dominates in. Answer is: You can't name me one because there isnt one. In order to make up for the already huge disadvantage, I have to train harder than everyone else, even if it means by your self with one ball, a basket of balls, or with a group of friends. There is no easy way out. That's the only way of achieving my dream of becoming a professional basketball player and I plan on making it there. Even in my 160cm self. But waht really makes my blood boil is people with the height but using it the wrong way. Like for example, a fictatious 2m librarian. Did God give you that height to stack books up really high? Fuck no. He gave you that height to play basketball? In the guiness world records there's a guy whose 8foot 3inches, like about 273cm, who holds the record to hold the most eggs(12) in one hand. DID GOD GIVE YOU THAT HEIGHT AND FUCKING BIG HANDS TO HOLD THE RECORD OF MOST EGGS IN ONE HAND. FUCK NO. HE GAVE YOU THAT HEIGHT AND FUCKING BIG HANDS TO BE A FUCKING SOCCER GOALKEEPER WITH FUCKING HUGE GLOVES. So whenever I see someone who's really tall, and like maybe a 1.7+m BB boy or librarian or journalist or a fucking librarian, I can't help but ponder why god gave them that height to do those things, and give those who really need height short heights? I dont know. But still, despite all that, I want to do this. I want to play basketball, and achieve my dream of being a 160cm professional basketball player.

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
7:02 PM

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Sec 3 camp.

YAY I'M BACK LAWLS////.\\\\\ Sec3camp was both fun and memorable, and full of sadness and conflicts.Recount:

Day1
Kayaking was fun. Had to pair up with a girl, so was paired up with Wendy. My theory is that since the boy usually was heavier, boys had to sit at the back as the base so that the kayak wouldnt tip over. Imagine if the heavier boy sat at the front, the kayak would capsize tip first.
Next activity was LOWELEMENTS>. BORINGLALALALALALALABORINGLALALASWEEHOE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last activity of the day was ROCK CLIMBING.YAY. CLIMBED AND REACHED THE TOP TWICE. First one was easy as I had the time. Second time was harder as I was racing RICHARD. And i LOST. Firstly, its cuz he had the easier lane. Secondly, I made a mistake climbing the wrong part of my lane. But still, losing to him, hurt my pride a little.
Lastly, at night was SLEEPY TIME> Damn hard to sleep with all the planes and hard floor.

Day2
This day was the one full of sadness and a conflict which i regretted. At times, I really feel like letting go. Getting harder to hold on.
First activity was INLINE SKATING. Something I was confident in as I learnt it in P3 and never fell down since:]. Unfortunately, I fell down.FIve times. I wasn't physically hurt, but my pride was. I was called clumsy and a noob. That. Just. Hurt. But what can I do, sides just pick myself up and try again? And so, I tried to prove ALL OF THEM wrong. I tried and I tried, I was still called a noob. Its just not that fair. How can a person be mocked for trying and not giving up? Then again, its an unfair world we live in. I knew I could do it, but my body didnt abide. I fell down five times cuz I went too fast and turned at a too small an angle. Just wasnt fair.
After that was Abseiling/ zipline. ADRENALINE RUSH! I found out that, I'm really afraid of falling( Abseiling).One false move and it was free fall. ZIPLINE SWEE HOE. Again, there was adrenaline rush. When I went down, it wasn't really that fast, but was fun nonetheless. I used the power of SWEE HOE lol. Coming down the time, I roared SWEE HOEEEEEEEE!!! Damn fun lah. The word swee hoe can be used as a victory roar.Lawls.
Then After that, was survival cooking. Shant go into that much as nothing that interesting happened. We made Dampels. Dampels are really, put it simply, BARBeCUED BREAD. Boys in the class interacted much with the girls in the class, so cant say it was all for naught. SWEE HOE!
After that was ROPE CHALLENGE COURSE. We stood on cables. I went for the challenge pole and the pair rope thing. I paired up with RICHARD, as the first pair on the pair rope thing. Guess what? WE MADE IT. Talk about yin yang and really odd pair. Richard panicked most of the time lol. He leaned back too much three times, so I had to pull him back three times. First time was okay, as We were at the start. Last two, we were nearing the end, and I got cramps from pulling him back. I was like, whole legs straight arms straight to pull him back. And when we finally reached the end, I was like sitting down and the platform then, 123. SWEEEEE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! VICTORY CRY! Really, it was that satifying. Can't say that I still hate him, but things change. Guess we "bonded" doing that. After that I did rope challenge pole. I managed to grab the handle thing on my second try. Woo.
NIGHT TIME. Things got ugly. After dinner I just wanted to slack under the stars and think about my life. I have lots of problems in me but i don wanna tell anyone. So I was just lying under the stars moping on the inside. Then Anson just came and hit me. I chased him, hit him once then went back to slacking. Second time he hit me, I just chased him away, too lazy to catch him. Then huiying, alvin tin and the rest came along. Can't say that I didnt want them there, but I just wanted to slack by myself and be emo. But really, I like their company. Anyway, here's the bad part. Anson came over and whacked me in my shoulder blade and it really hurt and I just snapped. I chased him to the rock wall, and I grabbed him and put him in a headlock and noogied him. Now this is where I should have stopped but i didnt. I dragged him to the flagpole still in the headlock in front of everyone. He struggled but i didnt let go. I put him in a dragon sleeper(too much wrestling) and that was when HE snapped. He shoved me away and we both shouted at each other. I was angry he shoved me and well that was a fight in the making. Alvin qucikly rushed over and seperated us. It seems that whenever I get too angry, I start to cry. But I promised myself i wouldnt cry as a new year's resolution. So all I did was shed a few tears, and stopped. At that time, I really could have just broke down and cried and shouted my problems to the high heavens. Luckily I kept my cool. Alvin hui ying ching siew and the rest tried to comfort me. They probably didnt know that the more u tried to comfort someone the more they feel like crying. Luckily Alvin said to give me some time alone first. Thanks man. One problem I had was with my class, and I was thinking about it. The ex-f2-2 and f2-4 had gathered in one circle and played truth or dare, and I really felt left out. That made me depressed. By then, after alvin told them to give me some time alone, all my problems and that I locked away inside my heart never to be opened again, was revealed to me in my head again like an avanlanche. I really wanted to cry then, but I also at the same time didnt want to cry. So I kept my mind busy by thinking about what just happened. Upon deeper thinking, I realized something. It was all my fault. In my blind fury I had forgotten what were limits. Anson didnt know I was moping and being emo, and was just playing around. I wasnt. I found out that nothing makes me feel better than humiliating someone. Sadistic I know. Must be a testorone thing to see whos the dominant male lol.But then still, all I had to do was just noogie him for hitting me in the shoulder blade and stop. I didnt. It was all my fault. I again really wanted to break down. I hate being wrong, but sometimes I just cant help BUT be wrong. I was moping around about not being included, when all along, I was included. With my close friends. Not my classmates. I was blind not to notice them. And I'm sorry for that. I really want to thank them but I didnt get a chance to. By then, it was 1245, time to go back to the bunk. Now at the midway back, Alvin comforted me again and asked what was wrong. I smiled and tears dropped. Sometimes, even when u KNOW you're okay already, the tear ducts still needed to be emptied. But anyway, dont get me wrong, I really was okay, but as I tried to tell him, the tears were banging on the doors of my tear duct, like a kid being grounded. In the end I really did tell him. I was thinking about my problems in my life, when anson came and interuppted me, I just snapped. Oh and i forgot to mention, on the way back, I apologized to him. Sometimes saying sorry is the worst thing of all. Saying sory is to admit you were wrong. And I was. So anyway, he said everything was okay, people have problems, and as I washed my face we both went back to our respective bunks. Thank you Alvin. Hui ying. Thank you both for caring. When I get the chance, I'm gonna thank them when I see them. And I need to apologize to them and someone else also for what they saw. The darker side of me. People dont know it, but I most of time usually have a mask of happiness. You see me happy, you see me smile. But thats only cuz I locked away all my problems and thought about the future. I am an optimistic person.
Tml, this conflict will just be another extra storage locked away in the deep storage space of my heart.
Day3
Byebye camp. I really loved the time i spent here, despite whatever.We shouted SWEE HOE ALL the way home lol. When I reached home I relaxed by taking a nice hot bath. Seriously like in a bath tub and stuff. And I ate Mac'n'Cheese. YAY. Missed it alot. Thursday still has school. Even after the camp,I wonder. Would everything continue from the camp, or would everything just start back from before the camp? Would everyone see the person as what they were before the camp, or during the camp? I don't know. Only time will tell. But I know, the answer is good.

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
9:13 PM

Friday, February 02, 2007

Singapore Slingers

ok. Haven't blogged in a while.
Wednesday night i went to watch the Singapore Slingers play the Adelaide 36ers, which of course was a rip-off of the Philedephia 76ers. It was a close game till the last 4 min, where the SINGAPORE SLINGERS stole the lead and never gave it back. Final Score: 105 to 100.really, the game was really close, neither team took the lead past 4points till the last 4min.
Great as both us SINGAPOREANS' soccer and basketball teams won, I'm abit disappointed with the performance of the SLINGERS. They keep going for 3points. Which would make sense and all, but taking 3points most of the time is just plain abuse. What's more, there were only two singaporeans on the team, Meng Koon and Pathman Matialakan, and neither of them played. Judging by the way the SLINGERS played, I 'm guessing its cuz the starting five players were better at 3point shooting. Pathman is a forward center or center, with a height of 2m i think. Meng Koon's a 186cm guard, and judging by a 3point i saw him shoot, no wonder he didnt make the starting five. But then again, since this the SINGAPORE slingers, they should at least play him for a few minutes.When I mean most of the time, I really mean it. 80% of their shots we probably from outside. AND they scored most of them.One shot was taken close from half court, in the middle of the game, and SCORED. MAN the crowd roared. And one of the first few shots was an ALLEY OOP DUNK. I shit u not, the guard threw the ball to the left of the hoop, OUT pops the black guy with the afro out of nowhere and DUNKS it in! But was disappointing to me was the first shot of the game taken by them. It was a barely 8sec after they got the ball and shot from 3point line, missed, 36ers counterattcked with a fast break lay up. Fuck that hurt.
What was really surprising to me was one of the Adelaide's players. He was chinese, surname NG judging by his jersey. So everytime he takes a shot and misses( he didnt took much, but he scored only one basket i think), we kept saying NGNG(no good no good.).
After the match, everyone was celebrating and went down on the court. That was the first time i stepped onto a court that was played by actual basketball proffesionals, so i was ecstatic. I stepped onto the 3point line, and discovered how high the official net height is compared to the international one, which was my sec schools height. Like i said, I stepped onto the 3point line, and took a deep breath. My dream, currently, is to play basketball as a job. Like for the SINGAPORE SLINGERS maybe, lol. Really, that is what i want to do, to be. As i was standing on the court, it had a really omninous feeling stepping onto it... It felt great. A 160cm basketball player. History will be made. I really want to grow taller by my body doesnt abide. I really look forward to the day i get to play on that same court, playing proffesional basketball.

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
5:15 PM