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 find that failure really is the stepping stone to success. Depends on how the failure tastes to you.To some, or most, it tastes bitter. It tastes horrid. It tastes appalling. It tastes like something you never wish you tasted. On a humorous note, it tastes like the hybrid spawn of a mud-broiled pig, a poisoned puffer fish, and a fat person's armpit hair. That's why no one wants to taste it again, because they may as well have plucked a fat person's armpit hair and pop it into their mouths once they've experience failure. That's why these people sometime never bother to try again, for fear of a fat person's armpit hair.

To me, it is a bittersweet taste. It tastes horrid, just like how Chinese medicinal herbs are, but I drink it up anyway. It tastes appalling, but even in the most appalling of things, beauty lies with it. I just have to look clearly. I tasted failure all my life, but then again, who hasnt? And no, it does not taste like that to me. Failure, to me, is enriching. It gives me a taste of how it would feel like if I could do better. It motivates me. It makes me strive onward in a world of tall people. Me, one of the little guys. It stresses to me that in this world, there are better players. Bigger players has always been a constant in my life, so meh. Having skills is not enough. Or maybe I just have not enough skills. All I know is, with the recent failures in mind, it gives light to my flaws. It accentuates my downfalls, which thankfully given my introspective self at the very face of it, and lets me know just exactly know where I did wrong. As one famous baseball player said I think, "The player who makes the second to last mistake wins." To me, it means that everything that can be done right, is always done right. It just leaves to me how much I can limit my wrongdoings. So basically, I know what can be done, and I'm going to do it. Given my pint sized body, I need to bulk up further to let other players know that I'm no pushover, both in spirit and body. From last year, I've been trying to change my game in a way that I enhance others in their game. In short, a playmaker. I realize that I need to have more facets to my game, rather than a few. Right now, in my mind, I think I have the playmaker, forward, and defensive mind set. I need one to not only enhance my team mates' game, but my own. And that requires some thinking.

Why this sudden post? Well, two days ago I went down to the nearby CC to shoot hoops. To sum it all up, I played a one on one game with a guy named Michael. To me, he was just some street baller with apparently no grasp of the basics but amazing scoring ability. Thus, a street baller. With no AND1 moves to boot. So prolly just some player on the streets, not a street baller. Lol. Anyway, he wasnt serious in anyway. which can both be a blessing and a curse. I find it a curse. A blessing because he can find fun in what he's playing. I find my fun in both, but I prefer the serious kind of competition atmosphere game. And so i played one on one with him. I started this post off stating something about failure. What makes you think I won? I lost, 16-21. As one can imagine, even if I don't show it. Losing takes a blow on me. Especially to some guy on the streets with no grasp of the basics, and no defence either. I made the final mistake of tossing the ball to him instead of actually trying for a shot. Lol. I lost to some guy. When I was playing serious. And thus, note the rant in the previous paragraphs.

Please don't take this as an emo post. I loathe emo posts. I would pretty much slit myself in the wrist over and over again than to have someone tell me I write emo posts, but then it would be pretty much redundant because that would make me an emo person, writing a post, therefore an emo post. Whoa. That's a mouthful. But seriously. I write these stuff down now and then to remind myself of what I was like when I was younger. And srsly? I laugh at my 13 year old self, buddy buddy with my 14year old self, and is currently engaging a hostile takeover with my 15year old self.

So, au revoir.

[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
10:40 PM