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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Went out to have family dinner. Honestly, my mum is starting to really push my buttons and I've been tolerating till now and I'm still pissed at her. Argh. I even kept quiet as she scolded me, not arguing back like she hates it and yet she pushes further. It's like she wants me to shout at her just so I would seem like an unfilial son ==". Argh. Honestly? Next time she does that I just might scream and rant at her till she cries. It's really getting on my nerves and I dont know how much more I can take. I don't want to get her mad, but she is REALLY getting me mad.

Anyway, I'll try to delve deeper into the second day of thailand.

Second day.
Well, the devotion on that day was about the characteristics of David. He told us four of his characteristics, obedient, responsible and the rest I forgot. Breakfast was okay, I wanted an omelet but it had veggies in it, a flaw in me the juniors would make fun of all the way =). No worries. I had my way of dealing with them =p. So on to the bus to Royal Project, which was basically, a ROYAL project involving plants. And plantations. I camwhored on the way there, I camwhored when I was there. All veggies, you think that was interesting to me? Lol. After that, back to hotel for change of rooms. Good thing I didn't unpack. 5day trip afterall. After that, onwards to the first school for friendly matches.

Lol. We were treated like celebrities. All the glam lol. As soon as we stepped off the bus, we heard screaming from a second storey classroom nearby. The good kind of screaming. The "OMMAHGOD THEY'RE HERE" kind of scream. So we went to their gym, which was pretty much like our ISH, but smaller, and floor is much, much slippery. That was a factor into our loss too. We took photos, ryan wong was interviewed by this girl whom a certain junior of mine thought was cute, so I teased my junior abit. When a minor photo was taken between the old boys, the two sec3 and the interviewers who were three girls, I stood beside that girl. Oh and btw. I'm pretty sure she's NOT an aqua, and she's like half a head taller than me, so obviously not my type =p. Haha. So anyway, we took a group photo, then the coach started choosing players for the game by telling that person to get a jersey. To my total ecstasy, I was one of the picked! I had never been happier. It was an extremely thrilling honour for me to represent my school OVERSEAS. We changed in a room where the door was partly made of glass. Yes, some people peeped. Good thing we only changed our tops. So when we got to the gym, there was a HUGE crowd there. The atmosphere was pumping, and I hoped with all my heart that I could play. This was what I yearned for, the atmosphere, going against all odds/ people cheering us on. Anyway, I was wearing a different jersey than others, which meant I was playing libero, which meant I wouldn't start, which was fine by me, as long as i got to play.

The Cboys match was first. When they warmed up, Ryan made a very good spike, so I shouted "GM!" which was followed by the words,"Ace!" many a time. We were then greeted with a thunderous scream from the crowd, cheering us or intimidating, I think it was the latter. The match was soon underway. The old boys cheered them on, but the juniors were reluctant, which was typical, because they would feel "paise". I would understand, as of course I was a sec1 too, but that I would never get why we do feel paise. It's our school, our team. Why would you feel paise to cheer your side on? After much coaxing by us, their situation improved over the course of the matches, but on that day it was still unsatisfactory. But anyway, the Cboys couldn't play as well, putting the slippery floor into the account. But that was an excuse. And I would like to make it clear, an excuse is not a reason. Do the math, or English, whatever. It also affected us quite abit in the Bboys match too. But on to that later.

Soon the Cboys match ended, and it was time for the Bboys. We warmed up, no nice spiking so no nice screaming either =p. Haha. The match soon got underway, and we didnt play as well too. We didn't get much practice, we being the old boys, so some of us were messing up at first before slowly getting back into our groove. When I was in, I tried to bring up everyone's morale by being interactive. I received quite a few balls, but I couldn't have done better, cuz my feet were stuck to the ground due to no friction ==". We lost anyway. Though there were a few times we got the crowd going, with a few excellent rallies here and there. And it felt goooooood.

After the match, MrKang was really upset. It was because in his view, we should've put up a much better fight. That, and because that school put Singapore vs their school's name. So we were playing for our country in a way, and we had disgraced her. Which was right. I did feel we could've did better. We would've even won, were we at the top of our game. But no, we've shamed our country. So as punishment, the trip to the night bazaar was cancelled. We went back to the hotel to change to a more formal attire for a cultural dance and dinner.

I wore jeans, and a deathnote tee i had just bought. It was kinda cool =p. We went there, and was greeted with people dancing. But it started drizzling the moment we got off the bus, so we rushed inside. I took a few photos here and there. The dinner was actually quite delicious, aside from the pig fat in the curry which just made me ew ew ew. I swear, though MOST of the dancers were clearly girls, one of them had a slight bump, indicating an apple! Lol. One of the immense joys I have in Thailand is to find aquas among girls. It's like a people puzzle, where you have to find someone among many people. But still, quite shocking to find out that this person is actually an aqua. Which is why the process in Thailand if you were to look at girls, is : Chin first, then face. Lol.

Went back to hotel for reflection with MrKang and the coach. Coach explained the positions and duties of the players to the sec1s, which was to be expected, after all, it was a training trip. And no doubt everyone bonded with each other and the chemistry is there. MrKang talked about how disappointing it was, not only the match, but about the attitude of everyone there. No doubt, I am guilty too, of making fun of the intelligence of Thai people by proclaiming out loud whenever I see English words in Thailand. But that was the first day. No doubt, I learnt alot, about myself, about the team. Of course, he talked about all the vulgar words he heard spewing out from some players mouths. So I emphasised that to my group members too. No expletives. At least not within earshot of anyone of authority anyway. What they say behind closed doors is not my business.

Well, we were required to write a reflection, most of which was already included in this post, so I'll just write what I didn't include.
"To make a long story short, when it was the 'B' Boys match, I tried to rile the guys up to a higher morale, a higher confidence, because we play best when we are comfortable, and yet under pressure. I didn't get as much freedom as I could to do my work to cheer the guys on during the match, but I did what I could. Though it may be bias for me to say that the game was more loud when I was in it, it certainly made the game more exciting. We lost the match, much to everyone's dismay. What I hope to achieve further, is to make an impact on these sec1s. I don't want the same results for these sec1s, the feeling of utter heartbreak to have worked so hard and to have failed so badly. I want these sec1s to carry on the same attitude and mentality we have now, and for them to past it down to juniors in future who will pass it down to their juniors."

And that's that.

No matter what kind of advice and prompting you receive from parents, teachers, advisors, and peers, if you honestly listen to your own intellectual instincts -- to your own inner music, to your own drum beat -- you will ultimately "track yourself through life.

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
10:28 PM