B B A L L B O Y .

Monday, December 31, 2007

Ah. The last day of 2007 is upon us. This was a very fast year wasn't it? I can still remember the sec3 camp vividly. OBS was like yesterday =). I remember how much I struggled to improve in basketball, volleyball, and studies. This year was a magical year. Yet, every good year is bound to have its ups and downs.
I remember all the new friend I had made with my new class during the sec3 camp. I also remember how I had fought with anson, how horrible I felt afterwards.
I remember with perfect clarity how many people wished me happy birthday =). And yet, I remember the day of June17th, the day I got rejected=). Ah, how stupid those words sounded. How stupidly I reacted.
I remember the wonderful five days of OBS. The fun and laughter the people shared. How many new friends I had made. I remember when school started for us, somehow everything stayed the same for me and for everyone else, it was like OBS for them to each other except for me =).
I remember my first date=p. My first relationship. It was this year. The feelings I had. I also remember the breakup=p 2 weeks later =).

I spent today at first, lying in my bed, planning to probably spend the day alone. Maybe go out and shoot some hoops? Play a video game? Sleep whole day? Then alvin invited me to go bowling and cycling at east coast. It was fun and invigorating. A good way to spend new year's eve. Went home then went out to eat dinner with my family. Spent the day with my friends my family. Nice.

Nothing much to say. The new year is a good thing. New clothes. New food. New begginings. New starts. Fresh starts. The new year is a very good reason to start anew. Clean your slate. Fresh start on life, start fresh=p. Like me, I resolve to not ever spout someone's parents' name, when my classmates start shouting it. I resolve to see how long will it take before I shed a tear. Because no matter how bad it becomes, I can always just pick myself back up again. And I know there will always be someone willing to extend a helping hand. When the going gets good, I'll share it with my friends. When someone needs help, I'll extend that hand like that person would if I was in need. Goodbye 2007. It's been fun. Hopefully I get to see 07 again the next century. Hello 2008. Nice to meet you. Play nice, ok?

Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. -Dale Carnegie

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
11:23 PM

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Today was one of those days. Slept at 240am last night ^^. Woke up at 330. I rule =D. Least I completed one of my holiday objectives. To sleep 12hours without interruptions. And I think I grew taller =D. I wore a shirt I haven't wore for 3months or so =p? That time it was up to my knees. Now it's up to my thighs =D! Yay. Spent they first part of my day totally slacking. Wake up. bathroom. Computer. PS2. TV. DS. Lieing on sofa. After all that, I decided to pack my books. I have a whole stack of papers up to my knees from my sec1 and sec2 year after clearing one drawer out =D. Sweet. I just finished packing =D. Still have some homework left but I ain't gonna do it. Or rather, I have no idea how to. I really better buck up. That is, if I dont get distracted hopefully. My mid year objective is to get at least all Bs and 1A? I really need to prove to myself that I have that smarts=p.

The imaginary friends I had as a kid dropped me because their friends thought I didn't exist.

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
10:22 PM

Hm. okay. Friday and today I went to a basketball camp. "For the Love" basketball camp. And I LOVE basketball =D. Hm. There were alot of angmos there. Some Californians? "Californians love their gum" said one. They pronounce angmo as engmoe=p. Did basic drills, but most of them have never heard of, or did before, so least, I learnt something =). I kinda dislike pingyi sec basketball players now. Played 5on5 full court, I think 2 of them were ping yi players. It was more like 2on5. 2 of them vs the rest. Of course, we didnt win. Those ball hogs=p. Those two were like the vacuum sucker and the dust bag at the end. See, the vacuum sucker would either tkae the ball and try to score himself, or pass to the only other guy, the dust bag. And from there dont ever expect the ball back. Haiz.

Anyway. What the coaches said at the end got me thinking. They were talking about Michael Jordan. In the 1980s, he was probably the best offensive player in the league, leading in points. And yet, every single first playoff game they would lose the first game. They would lose to every single team in the first match they were up against. Golden state warriors, Milwaukee Bucks, you name it. They said it was because, as great as a player he was, he hadn't learnt how to elevate his team mates' game. He did whatever he could to raise his own game but hadn't learnt how to raise his team mates' games. The moment he did that. Boom. Multiple championship rings. I think, this speaks alot about life in general. He takes something to be a great person, being good in school, sports. But it takes a whole lot of something else, to be able to impact someone else's life, in the case of raising your team mates game. It's kinda like the carrot, the egg and the coffee bean story. You can be strong on the outside but turns all soft when exposed to a changed enviroment like the carrot, strong on the outside weak on the inside but grows stronger inside upon a changed enviroment like the egg, or like the coffee bean, in itself, being able to change the enviroment around him. It all depends ON YOU. And that's what I'll do =). Depend on myself. Depend on myself to improve in basketball. Volleyball. Studies. Every aspect of my life. Because with enough hard work and determination, there's nothing I can't achieve. Stand back world. Cause Keith is back =D.

School's starting in 3days, and yet here I am. Bloggin at 230 in the morning =). Excellent. I just need to finish my chinese and I'll call it a day for my homework. Starting my studies on head start on monday? My maths I dont know how to do graphs, not much idea for bio, so it's a bad sign. Geo... Is there homework for geo? SS half way done. Not sure how to do. Oh well. better hit the books. Yes. At 230 in the morning. See y'all.

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. -John F. Kennedy

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
1:56 AM

Friday, December 28, 2007

I'm such a shameless, stupid jerkass. I'm sorry for always hurting you without knowing it, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed it, I'm sorry for being so self centered, I'm sorry that you lost your trust in love. I always claimed myself to be such an intellectual, but I'm such a moronic idiot when it comes to romance. But, somehow, you made the past 2weeks probably the best days of my life. I'm afraid that because of all the time we might spend apart next year might cause me to hurt you in some way. And that's something I would never want to do. I'm such a jerk. I'm such a fucking stupid fucking insecure fucking unstable jerk. I'm sorry. I know that all the hurt that comes with it is inevitable, so I understand if you'd hate me. You should hate me. I'm been such a stupid, inconsiderate jerk. I just hope that somehow we can really put all this behind us. Most of all, I wish that you will be happy with your life after everything you've been through and what you've always done for people. After all, you really, really do deserve it. You deserve someone way better than me, someone who would love you unconditionally, regardlessly of what happens, just as you've did for me. I'm sorry girl. I'm sorry for causing you so much hurt. Please, hate me all you want. I really want all of your hurt to be gone.

This is just something I want to say to someone. I hope she reads it.

Never shall I forget the time I spent with you. Please continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours. -Ludwig Van Beethoven

Goodbye, romance.

Hello, my good friend.

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
7:38 PM

Monday, December 24, 2007

Why is it that people who take "it" easy have things come easy for them, like everything's all made for them, whereas people who work hard at something they want they rarely ever get it? "it" being life. I know there's a hell of alot of people who work their ass of at things, but rarely do they ever achieve their desired expectancy. I know a handfew who just has things so called "made" for them in life. Things come easy for them. And they take it easy so well. Rarely do I ever see them work hard at something they want, because most of the time, they just get it.

"Nice guys finish last". Which would mean that bad guys would finish first and get all the pros they want, probably the exact same pros as nice guys when they "finish" last. So why be a nice guy in the first place!? I can be a total asshole jerkface if I want to and I know I'll be good at it. Heck, I'll probably get all the benefits in life, waaaay before nice guys do. Heck, bad guys could probably ruin it for the good guys before they even finish. Nowadays, I see all sorts of people doing disgusting and horrible and just plain mean stuff and still get to reap the joys and profits of being a total asshole. A rare special nice guys ever get their way. And even then, the bad guys would also profit from it. I would like to disagree with the "nice guys finish last" phrase. It's that nice guys never finish at all.

The point of this rant is that, I just feel life, and the world as we know it, thrives on unfairness. All sorts of people would use all means to get their way in life, and that's either a lucky, intelligent nice guy, or just a normal asshole. Even sometimes, when nice guys do finish, it somehow makes it unfair to the other nice guys because they were being nice as well. I hate life, or more specifically, my life. Everything rarely ever goes my way, no matter how nice or how hard I try. Even when something does go my way, life, being an asshole in itself, would show me just how much being an asshole is fun. When something goes my way, it's just a disguise because when I least expect it things would just revert back to the way things were, unfairness. I hate the world. It's a disgusting, mean, greedy and unfair world to live in. Maybe I should just go to Mars. I heard an astreroid is gonna hit it. Maybe I'll be in the spot where the asteroid hits on Mars and I'll die. Happy holidays and Merry christmas everyone.

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
11:25 PM

Monday, December 10, 2007

Sometimes, or rather today, it just disgusts me to be a singaporean or maybe on a larger scale, to be human. Shall elaborate when I have time. This has something to do with my volleyball training today, and what I felt was positively repulsive of what they did. More specificly, what my juniors did. Even more specificly, what 2 sec2s and 1 sec1 did which I felt was just low down, dirty of them to acutally do. It just makes me ashamed to actually be somewhat similar to them in any way. As a fellow human, I'm disgusted at what we can do without moral thinking. Argh. I know I sound all high and mighty and such, but that's because I believe that as a human, a superior species, can do so much better, do so much less wrong. Humans are just disgusting ==".

Our youth now love luxury. They have bad manners, contempt for authority and disrespect for their elders. Children nowadays are tyrants. -Socrates
I'm a youth. And even I'm ashamed. Least i know, I'm not doing any wrong.

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
9:44 PM

Friday, December 07, 2007

Hm. Haven't blogged in a while=P. I think. Oh well. Let's start from wednesday, shall we?

Wednesday
Volleyball in the morn. Played friendly matches against hillgrove? Won 1, lost 3. We won the final set at quite a good score, 25-14. First set was horrible, we lost 15-25. second set was also around the same standard? 20-25. Third set we deuced a bit. lost 26-28. Was quite upset with myself. I didn't get to play my position for the last set, and we won. I worked really hard to get where I am now, but it justs shows it's not enough. After that, went to macpherson cc to play badminton. It was raining heavily so didn't get to play basketball =(. She came=). I played badminton till my knee was bruised and my wrist was strained abit. lol. The rain lightened, and i went home. That is all.

Thursday
Stayed at home the whole day cuz it rained in the morn. Slacked around the whole day. played com, eat, played com, lie down watch tv, play ds, go eat dinner, play ds, sleep. Was pretty much contemplating the whole day whether should I pack my books or what=p. haha. So much for doing something resourceful.

Friday
Volleyball in the morn. Played against fairfield methodist. Shit, I kept making the same mistake, so I played like shit. Lost against them. played 2 sets, then I get called upon to play for the C boys because their setters didn't come ==". Won 2 lost 2. I didn't do as bad, but that's as expected, it was gainst C boys too=='. I did more mistakes tho. Argh. After that went to shower. only showered my head tho. Great for cooling off. Then went to the 3on3 tournament that we signed up for=p. Me alvin and daryl =D.

First match played quite badly. lost 23-9. Against zhong hua, dai heng and zi han. The sec4 gods of basketball=p. Second half they could switch to fresh people, so I guess that's why we lost.

Second match was against joseph max and gary. She came at around this time =D. Won by a two basket margin? 14-10?

Third match I kinda got mad at daryl. We could've won, I counted on him, but he failed me. Granted, he was my friend, and I shouldn't have blew up to him like that. But then again, he shouldn't have come up to me saying we weren't in their league or they were better than us or something. No shitting way. I know we could've won. All they got is their outside range, which we could pay back with daryl's three. Inside they woud be useless bags of nuts with alvin around. I could steal the ball from two of them and get past them easily for crying out loud ==". What we lost at, was at our outside shooting, which you prided yourself on. Ironic, no? Haiz. Don't say that le. In any case, I'm sorry daryl, if you're reading this, I shouldn't have lost my temper on you like that. Really sorry dude. I just want to win that badly.

Fourth match of the round robin ( only 5 teams went), was against the organizers, so to say. We won by 1point =D! Glee! Close, nailbiting game. Alot of rough play ensued, and I felt bad about the guy I attacked at and marked, so after the game I went up and apologized to him.

We made it into the semi finals=D! But just as luck would have it, we were up against undefeated zhonghua's group. I talked to myself over and over again, that I can win. I will win. I have the ability to. And such self motivating phrases. Ended the half at quite a close score. 5-7 or something. I was feeling good. I told daryl and alvin to keep up what we were doing. The thing is, I really hunkered down and went all out, so I was abit fatigued. They were able to sub ==". And they rough played all the way, so I couldn't really do as well. Second half, they exploded. Two 3 pointers. and we couldn't catch up. Score ended at 8-18. I was so disappointed. Both at myself and them. I mean, they have the skill and strength and speed to win us without having to FOUL us most of the time, right? I was disappointed at myself because I didn't have the ability to fight through that difficult period. I really did all I could, but clearly it wasn't enough.

Final match, it was me and joseph's team fighting for third. Against joseph, ivan, and gary. It was a very slow start. Neither of us scored the first few possesions. Gary even blocked my first ball! Doesn't matter, I tapped his ball back later on in the game! Scored ended at the half a 5-5 i think or a 6-6 or something. Second half was literally a hard fought, nail biting dog fight. I was too slow, too tired. And yet, I felt someone, pushing, cheering me on. I wanted to stop running, but I know I couldn't. not if I want to win. Am I glad she was there =). We kept attacking one another, making sure the other doesn't score, until our score reached 10-10, with about 30 seconds left? I had upset myself again. I wasn't steady enough to make the winning shot, leaving 10 seconds left. I was tuckered out, I was too slow, I couldn't mark ivan. He got past me, and went for that layup. I was literally at my end, given up all hope because I didn't think he would miss. Or that daryl, the untimely hero of the match, would make that timely good foul. Ivan missed the shot, he gets one free throw with no time remaining. But then, even then, I was too tired to even think, I thought we had lost. I squatted down, with my head facing the floor, just hoping, just praying he would miss. I didn't dare to look up at the ball to see if it went in. I know ivan can, and will make the shot. What I didn't know was, that he didn't think he could. The sound of the ball hitting off the rim and onto the floor was heard. I jumped up and yelled in joy. We still had a chance. I had possesion of the ball. Obviously, I wasn't thinking clearly. I drive right to the basket and went for a shot, but I missed. I rushed it. They caught the ball. I put my all into that very last ball. I made sure I did my job. That my man wouldn't score on my watch. They missed, we rebounded. I cleared the ball, and was dribbling and thinking what to do. Then i saw daryl went behind me, and he was free. his man was right infornt of me, together with my man. I faked a shot, but passed to the back. Daryl took the shot for 3 points.

I swear. Time as we knew it, slowed down as I saw the ball float in the air towards the direction to the basket. I looked at darly; he had that look in his eye. I looked at the ball, I thought it would miss, it had the proper lift, angle but the direction was wrong. *Swish* The ball went in! We won the game! I jumped up and yelled with joy and adrenaline. WE WON THE GAME! I jumped onto daryl's back saying we won=p. I was so happy. Daryl. He came through in the crunch.

And we were all dead tired. I layed down onto the concrete floor, gasping for breath. "We won" was what kept ringing in my head, as I smiled to myself. Sooner or later, the winner was decided, photos was taken, and everyone went home. As soon as I got home, I had a feast=p. And my whole body was aching.

I was really glad she came. I think, if she wasn't there, I don't think I could've done what I did. Everyone was rooting for the other team in the last match. Joseph, his sister and her friend and his girlfriend and her friend were rooting for him. Ivan had zhonghua's team rooting for him. Without her, whenever I scored, it wouldn't mean anything. I pushed myself to my limits and maybe even more. I continued on, not only because I loved the game, but because I knew that someone wants me to win, and I cannot and will not fail. I feel that I'm a guy who is very headstrong. I will take on whatever goes my way head on. Because there's someone who believes in me, so that I can believe in myself. Now, I have a reason to be more than my best at what I want to be.

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.

-Roberta Andersen

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
8:08 PM

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

DamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnit

DamnitDamnitDamnit I'm back on the motha fucking bench. DamnitDamnitDamnit

DamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnit

I did my job badly. My team mate got an opportunity. He wasn't too bad, and now he's playing my postion(I think), and I'm playin a subsetter. BUT, the team already has a very good subset, which means......

I'M BACK ON THE BENCH.

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
7:17 PM