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1E'08
2B'09
bballer.
I'm ardently a 迷路兵-er.


My Story.
 Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Time and again, I will watch some clips on the Net, and I'm constantly touched and inspired by Michael Jordan's and John Stockton's speeches respectively.

'Someday, you might look up and see me playing the game at 50. Oh, don't laugh, 'cause limits, like fears, are often just an illusion.' Michael Jordan

His speech was peppered with much humour as he talked about his life. The greatest basketball player to probably ever play this game delivering such a humbling speech, it truely was something remarkable to hear.

John's one, was short, sweet, but very touching indeed. The sort of humility he spoke with, throughout his speech he was able to thank the many people whom he had worked with or met in his basketball career, and life.

'So I'm here cause I represent the talents, efforts and beliefs of hundreds, maybe thousands of people who've contributed. Top of the list, is Mom and Dad.' John Stockton

When he finally reached this Mom and Dad part, his voice, so husky, started to quiver slightly. I swear I almost teared hearing such. You could sense how he felt at the moment he mentioned his late Mom, you could sense his feelings. God bless the both of you, once my idols, always will be.


Thursday, September 24, 2009

I came here wanting to talk about something. After school and stuff, I wanted my day to be good.
Just probably didn't turn out that way, huh?
I never thought you would ever doubt me in such a way. Its my fault, I suppose.
Always was. Till a point, everything I would just blame it on me.
Me.
Maybe it was me.
Maybe all this while it was, you couldn't stand me, yet you didn't tell me so;
Maybe all this while I was irritating you, I was being hong, yet you kept it to yourself;
Maybe I was just so not-nice-to-be-around, yet you held on;
I'm sorry if I didn't realise it was my fault, but till this point, I'm sure I did nothing to piss you off that way.
I used to talk alot. To the opposite sex more, perhaps. But now, solely, everything about me is you.
Just you.
Nothing else. I can swear across my heart on that. I wouldn't talk to anyone else, I find no need. You can say I couldn't. Yeah, that was how deeply I felt for you.
You can scroll my inbox.
You doubt my love for you.
I really don't know why.
My class has 32 girls, 8 boys, probably 31, 9. I really have no reason to bluff you. I don't hong them. They're my classmates;
And I really so happened to be a friendly guy, so by talking to them in such a manner makes me look like I'm flirting? Please don't blame me or call me hong, for talking more to them. I have no intention to flirt with them whatsoever,
Till now you should more or less know how I am.
Please.
I should stop here.
Just stay happy.
And tmr's paper1. Goodluck to everyone out there, to me too. I'll need the luck as much as possible.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009