Importance

Getting online seems not to be as important as before. .. I can don’t go online for more than 3 days without complaining, unlike before. .. TSK.

Staying at home lazing around is getting more and more often, unlike how I like to go out and play till late at night before. .. I got no strength to travel too far or too long, or enjoy and play like how I use to do, other than basketball of which I don’t have a choice. .. -.-

I’m losing touch with everyone, with time, with date, with appointments and everything. .. HOW.

Love’s blind

SMU adventure race, so I’m in for it. I have to learn how to blade. Right, I never wanted to blade after my Primary 6 accident when I fell and landed at the back of my head. That was when I realise that I can never try such dangerous sports when I’m so tall. HAHA. I know its all bullshit, but HOW. Oh wells, so its a noob-teach-noob blading lesson on Wednesday. Any takers who can teach me how to blade without you falling, you can call for interview.

Oh yes, did I say that I injuried my fourth finger? Its like the first time injuring the top part of the bone, which I  researched on and it’s called intermediate phalanges. I THINK. So yeah, it’s like XYZ painful. I don’t want a crooked finger. ):

It’s a family weekend, and I hope it doesn’t last long. It’s fun yet boring. Less rush but no fun. Oh wells.

I’m back!

I KNOW I KNOW. .. After sooooo lllloooooonnnnngggggg. .. I’m finally updating.

First of all, my wireless router is SPOILT! Like WHAT?!?! Damn, so now I’m using direct connection to my laptop and it’s GOOD. HEHE.  

Life has been quite nice and good because I had like gathering with TP bball team and it was really good. So we caught this.

Not bad! Its really cute and sweet to see how people still have the heart to rescue dogs from the pound and all. Pound people are bad, they don’t take good care of those poor dogs. Right. -.-

So other than that, it’s like training and training and more training for me at nights. So it kinda spoil my whole day schedule. I can’t wait for selection to be over, just to be carded. ):

Many upcoming stuff, like club tournament, gatherings, chalet, and forever-not-going-to-make-it-suntanning. Oh wells. Maybe its the time management eh. =|

Work!

I call myself a night basketball player working at BAS from 7:30pm to 10pm from tuesday to friday.

Yet call myself a part-timer to work at short events when they need people and I’m free. So I finally got back to work for event for the 2 days, which almost killed me. A 9am to 7pm job to call delegates for their attendance and then down to Suntec for packing, then a 6:30am to 2:30pm job for registration at the event. After everything timing there would be training at night. Not too bad.

That’s my life, and then a massage to end the week. ^^

Life’s tough.

Life was never once easy.

From the cradle to the toddle, from youth to adolecent. So many changes from a vietnam refugee to a giant.

From a once well and healthy knee, to an “ice your knee” situation.

From Netball to Basketball.

From a rich kid through red packets, to a poor shit.

From a never want to grow up baby, to a growing up Cel.

From drinking milk with milk bottle, to Ice milo and even liquors.

From sleeping at 10pm, to sleeping after 1am.

From an early bird, to a bird that’s always late than never.

From “I want to grow up soon”, to “I want to get back to the years where there was no stress”.

From sticking with mommy and daddy, to a phonecall away.

From coming home before 10pm, to coming home before 12am.

From a girl, to a lady. .. Many changes and lifestyle. Oh wells. What else would change?

Life of a sloth bear

1. Wakes up after 10am.
p.s. Only with special power, comes with bigger responsibility for me to wake up early for you.

2. Eat and sit like a potato infront of the TV switching channels.

3. Walk around the house a few times and back to the TV or maybe the laptop to try keep myself occupied.

4. Rest if I’m tired before training.

5. Training till night.

6. Rest for the night.

TSKTSK please. I can’t find a job, and it suck.

Oh yes, the day was kinda fruitful yet not I guess. Headed down early to Raffles place’s Raffles Medical Centre to accompany that painful mouse to have a HepB jab. I’m pretty pleased with the female doctor because she was able to keep that mouse in shock and leave her dangling painfully in silence. HEHEHE. So I got used to that painful mouse not moving her jabbed arm. .. Just leave her alone kinda thing.

Finally I had YaKun for breakfast after 9863195613874 years. Quite fruitful huh. Then, down to Vivo before Queensway again. OH, there’s this new Need For Speed arcade machine there. If only. .. I have an arcade at home. HEHE. The more I see those dogs for sale, I would wish for one. But guess what, the owner of the house is afraid of dogs. Sigh, why Mommy! Then, dog books at Page One. Reading them sure’s awesome, but I doubt I’ll be that good to discipline my own cute pup.

Right, all the shits done. So went Queensway to get my sports shoe, and my bro got 2 shoes. OH, I got a NIKE running shoes. Not too bad, damage of 125bucks straightaway.

How fruitful, afterwhich, all are crap. Home, then down to find Mommy, then ate NEAR home, then HOME. Tsk! Oh wells, had a good laugh at “Don’t forget the lyrics” and “Over her dead body”. It’s funny.

Training? =\

A life of a coach for a day.

So I had my life as a coach for a day, which sounds so like those typical shows on MTV. But its really nice to go to places and all.

First up was to have a good and full lunch with some relaxation before going to watch matches. We stopped to eat chicken rice at TableTop, quite near my place. It was totally awesome, with all the decorations and setting, you don’t think its a place which sells nice chicken rice. HAHA. So headed down to Starbucks after that for some coffee and music. Right, now I got reminded that I can never work at Starbucks because of the committment thing, which I don’t think I can be committed now. ):

After everything nice, its to CCAB to watch some matches. It was Catholic High against Pierce and Queensway against RI. I hate to admit but Catholic High is really good, and it was a thrashing game. =S
So we went over to the other court to watch Queensway against RI match, and I can only say that richer schools tend to look at people with their nose high up and seems like taller and bigger size players have some disadvantage at times. A point that not all school have is that RI has this Parents support group to support their kids when they play matches, maybe to some its good, but to me its kinda Z. OKAY, talking bouy t taller and bigger size players, its like when smaller players use their elbows to push big players away is a legal thing to do, while bigger players can never push them away or else its a foul. I cannot understand why people tend to think this way. Its like an obvious foul but it was not called at all, till the last quarter. HAHA. Right, if its me I doubt I can control my temper. SKIP~~

After that it was to Zhonghua Secondary to watch the C division train. They look and play really cute and they are just so funny. Watching them play is like watching kids playing basketball. And I almost bang some of them away, TSK. Lucky I try to avoid banging onto them as good as I can. Down to NYJC after to supposingly watch 2 matches, but it poured like mad. Yawns!

But I can only say that life as a coach is like the mountain and the valley. Training seems to be relax because its the players who train, and coach is the one who’s doing the talking. But when it comes to competition, coach is doing the most job. Its like you have to go to matches to watch other school’s standard so that when you meet them you’re mentally prepared, you have to think of strategies to do offense and defense. There are so many things to do and think about. How stressful. HAHAHA.

It’s all worthwhile. But I’m just a inexperienced player and not to say coach. HAHA. Oh wells, I hope my life is planned out! And I have to start to take my life seriously, because I don’t want to be a meddlehead. ):

Blabber.

I have no choice but to type this because I just feel like typing and there isn’t any window for me to do that. That skinny bitch went to look for something. =|

Oh yes, I just want to say that my middle finger on my left just swell very badly like a trotter leg. I’m very seriously about it because I kinda panicked when I saw it in the toilet just now. Someone please tell me it will just go back to the original shape because I dun want a trotter finger now, I’m still young!

Had manymany mozzies bites this week, and its so terrible that I’m very scared of them now. It’s like maybe soon someday I might be hospitalised for dengue. TSK. Now, I always wake up an hour or two after I sleep just to make sure I get to kill the mozzie. – -

I’ve been dropping hair like free after I bathe everyday and I have to clear it when the drainage of my shower room is full with MY hair. Z. The rate of my hair growing compared to the rate its dropping, sigh. I think I gotta go YunNam soon. ):

My throat haven been getting any better because I still have my sexyback voice. So I haven find Dr. Cormac for a new medication of glucosamine.

Talking bout SSC. Let me tell you a story about me and a taxi driver today. I left house to go for massage at 12pm today and I reached Kallang MRT station at 11:55am. So I don’t have a choice but to cab down. I flagged this cab and VROOM I go to SSC. He was talking to me about flagging a cab on the bus lane, and explaining the fines car owners would have to pay if they stop there. Blah blah blah. .. When I was reaching SSC. ..

Me: *SHIT! No feel of my wallet* I’m so panicky that I almost pour out all my stuff in my bag to check if my wallet is there. .. “Errrr, uncle I forgot to bring my wallet out. ..”

Uncle: *Hesitate for awhile and didn’t reply*

Being the really -mang zhang- me.
Me: *Start to search again even though I know its not inside* “Uncle, I really never bring my wallet. Do you think that my EZ link card could pay?*

I know its a STUPID and RETARDED question because they dun have such a system but that’s the only cash I have. Z.

So I reached. ..

Uncle: “Nvm la, its okay. Nvm.”

I was so guilty after that please. Although its only $3.20 but taxi drivers don’t really earn much afterall. ):
I was so guilty that I forgot to see the car plate number or even his name! I think he’s one nicer cab driver and there are many more out there. I really forgot to bring my wallet not that I want to cheat that uncle’s money, I still feel bad. TSK.

Okay, talk so much. Time to sleep. Goodnight.