.Tuesday, March 18, 2008 ' 7:11 PM Y
Because I am kind, :D!The 3 values of basketball:
-Diligence
-Honesty
-Work hard
Work hard at:
-Defense
-Rebounds
-Desires
Work hard for:
-Games
-Team
-Yourself!
Anyw, even it it isn't the correct one, it's none of my business. Because it you! who don't rmb what Coach said!
Hahahahaha! Asshole.Anyway, today's training
so slack one. Coach went off halfway. Then slacky training and blah blahs.
I kind of lost my determination to do well, or in other words, my faith for basketball. Eff. It not as in like Christian where you read the bible to find your faith back. Hell, how to find my faith back, for bball.
Toot. What-the lah! Somehow I felt like Seniors hate me. Whatever. My priority is to improve my bloody layups and find my faith/determination back. If anyone find them,
please return to me lehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I am eff-ing upset cans?
I have a bad case of flu. Bad case. HOHO, and great! Forget my medication. Hah, and I did training. Heng my mucus didn't drip out or what,
gross. Before training I was feeling nauseous. Thank you, I ain't pregnant for god's sake. I was feeling sick lah. Then I really vomitted. Yellowish thing.
And there goes my lunchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Then Coach had this
really long lecture and I was
falling asleep. {That's why I told you I lost my faith lah!
Bloody.}
I was totally stunned when Kah Hui say my layups was pro, pro right? Pro with a score of
2 baskets in 10 shots.
Whee, SO PRO MAN.Then dismissed. Anyw, we learned defense. -.- Alright, then go take bag whatever. Bball boys was using upper court, so they play and got one guy shouted. Careful! Your head! in chinese. Duh. Then wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, poom! The bball landed
beside Joyce's head. Then onto my bag it landed safely. Then it
rolllllllll towards me. So being
helpful, {It's a nicer word than kaypoh right?} I bent down, stopped the ball. But
shiet. I had another ball in my hands and that guy who threw the ball was waiting
in front of me for his ball. Which my hands bloody were still
on. (Rmb? I was stopping the ball?) Then I was a
little bit lost,
dunno whether to put down the ball in my hands then pick up his and give him, or what. And then that time, everyone stopped and looked at me.
{Alright, maybe not everyone. But all of the bball boys on the court did} Then I decided. I gave him the ball I was holding and he looked at me which a unexplanable look. Like kind of.
What-are-you-doing! look. Or maybe it was I-don't-want-this-ball! look. Or what, I have no idea.
So I stared back and gave him the ball
real slowly. Then he went away. I picked up his ball then put onto the railing. Damn paiseh lah.
Dort. But a part of me made myself feel clever for that act. =x And I think that guy was shocked too, cause i didn't gave him his original ball.
Slackiest training I had ever had. Nono, the last training was the slackiest cause I injured my vein. And you have no idea how much I regretted not bearing with the pain ):
Because why? I LOST MY EFF-ING FAITH BECAUSE OF SLACKY TRAININGS!Anyway, I injured my left hand
middle finger. Yes,
middle. What a sensitive finger to injure. Oh well. Then bus-ed home. I was lazy lah. =x
Then at the MRT station, tonnes of people squeezed into the bus lah. And duh, I nearly tripped. I was in such awkward position that I was standing upright yet my upper body was leaning backwards. And someone was sitting beside my butt, cause I standing. Then got a lady (auntie actually) infront of with with long legs, hence, my tummy was at her BUTT. Wtf, sensitive part of body. Then made me so pissed. Duh. Strangers enclosing me are just
not tolerated.
Ehem. Alright! Let's work towards finding my lost faith. (:
DENYSE- {the-knees} 
THEONE&ONLY:D