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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The storm has cleared. The dust has settled. People go back to their respective schedules, or go on to new ones. I broke my 2day 1blog post routine. LOL. The exams? My dear child, they are OVER. MUAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

Okay. That felt good. I fell asleep during Listening compre, so I bombed. Bio was simple I guess. Spent the rest of the day playing basketball. Oh, and I hurt the whole of my left arm. I think my elbow is swollen. It hurts to straigten it. Hopefully it'll heal asap, and that more playing of basketball won't aggravate it. Lol. Pray for me =p. I need it to heal 100% for the thailand trip in june =D. Haha.

Some personal thoughts and ranting. All the songs in my phone seems meaningless now. Fun fact: over 90% of songs in the whole world are love songs. Ayup. And guess what genre of music holds a monopoly in my handphone? Yup. I guess, since I gave up on love, the feelings, the thoughts, the words they're transmitting through the songs, are meaningless to me because they are of love. Now, whenever I listen to a love song, I feel nothing. If not, total monotony. I guess when I gave up on love, I gave up on feeling music, on strong feelings. I stopped feeling happy listening to music, stopped feeling any emotion at all. Upon deeper probing, I realized all feelings are related to love. Happiness is a strong feeling of love, either loving to do something/someone, or being loved. Sadness is a sort of negative love. Anger, anti-love. Am I right? I'm too busy to state all manners of feelings, but yeah, at least i think they're all related. Curiosity? Anxiety? All those other sorts of feelings can be related to love, in a way that love is the reason. Since I gave up on love, I couldn't care less about these feelings, and as a result, brought on dullness and monotony in life.

How depressing it be when one comes upon the realization that there's no one he can turn to. No safe haven he can go to. No one to depend on, but his own strength to stand strong and face life with a confident smile. Does no one ever wonder what lies beneath that mask of confidence and happiness? I'll tell you what. Or who rather. Someone who craves for someone he can just lean on. No questions asked. Someone who'll hang out with him for who he is, so that he wouldn't have a need to put up such a strong front. How ironic is it that the person who puts up such a strong front is someone so weak inside.

I hate love. It gave me nothing but trouble these few years. Little things kept me in believing that life was fair, love being one of them. I don't want to believe in love anymore. It sucks. Nothing short of divine intervention will make me believe otherwise.

Life without love is a mistake. A mistake I'm willing to pay, rather than adhering to the consequences love has, and totalling ignoring the "benefits".

Keith Wong.

I'm just gonna aspire to be a loner. Or better yet, a hermit. Look at previous posts a many to see what I mean. Living in a HDB flat all alone, with my comics and manga by my side.

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
9:30 PM