Wednesday, March 31, 2010

31st March 2010

Not one of my favourite days, 31st March.


Then again, not many people enjoyed this last day of the month.




She got upset she didn't get into council, and so were many other close friends.

I wanted to be there. I regretted not being there. Hold on, I hope I was wanted?

But no, it's not going to be about my selfishness today.




I was hoping today was tomorrow, so we can laugh at how bad a joke it is.

But clearly, April Fool's comes late.

We all know it aint a joke, but it's...just too bad.

I've never seen strongmen break down like that.

A blessing that I didnt get to witness the unfortunate emotional floods.

A misfortune that I didnt get to lend my ear, to those who yearned.

An irony it is at how I cannot decide whether to thank god for missing the release of the results. Or not.



I hope I can bring tomorrow to today. Or switch tomorrow for today. Or just throw today altogether. Because not everyone laughed today.



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Friday, March 26, 2010

We Played Our Guts Out, And You Know It.

It's really difficult to accept reality. But that is the tough truth.


We started with tremendously low self-esteem. We didn't trust ourselves. Neither did we trust our own teammates. We may have lots of faith in ourselves, but we all realised that isnt enough to make a football team. We thought individuals are the sole requirements to carry a team. We thought as long as we go for trainings, we are playing awesome soccer.

But then, today, we proved ourselves.

We may not have won against IJC or SAJC. Some say it's bad luck, some say we didn't take all of our chances well. The match against SAJC is one I will never forget. I don't say this often, which means that when I say it, it's that important and memorable. Every single individual in the team upholded their respective responsibility. Every single individual gave themselves to the team. Every single individual out there wanted to prove themselves, and they did, really. We threw our bodies at the ball. We fought like warriors.

Definitely, it's a difficult loss to swallow. Nevertheless, we walked out of the SAJC field as winners. We went in as the underdogs, expected to lose to the strong SAJC players. We knew in terms of game experience, talent and technical experience, our opponents were much much ahead of us. I believed everyone was afraid, because so much was at stake, and the result seemed determined even before the match was played. But we showed that No One Is Here By Chance. It was a tough match to play, but we excelled.

Before I wrote this post, I read Kaiwen's genuine expressive note. It was a note of reflection, not only for himself, but definitely also for the entire hwachong soccer team (I believe). It is indeed true that some of the players got really emotional after the match, like kaiwen and olivier, because they have given their all and yet, the results do not reflect their diligence and determination. I salute these people. I admire them for their spirit. I am proud to be their teammate.

I got really disappointed that we didnt get anything out of the match. Everyone was. Some cried. Some sat alone contemplating. Some were staring into blank space. But as emotional as I may be, I controlled myself. I understood that we gave everything we had to secure at least a point. It was not a bad match; in fact, it was the best match ever played. I want to keep my hopes high. I want to remain confident that this year will be the year that the hwachong soccer team finally gets past to the next round.

Hence, I lifted my head up. And urged everyone else to lift theirs as well.

Because for all you know, nothing is over.

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Thursday, March 25, 2010

25th March

It's a rojak of emotions.


I know what's my problem.
When I have the chance, I get distracted easily and forgo the opportunity way too sloppily.
When I create my own chances, I tend to think no further than that moment itself.
When I dont have the chance, I am worried of creating them.
When I am rejected of the chance, I falter and and become dejected.

The problem is, I know my problems too well.

As ridiculous as this may sound, understanding myself too well is a weakness.

I'm going to make things change. For myself.


*


Whatever's said below the asterisk has completely nothing to do with what's said above it.

I have a crucial soccer match tomorrow, and to be honest, I am afraid. Afraid because I was disappointed. Disappointed because I was afraid. You see, it's a helluva vicious fking cycle. I swear I felt intimidated. I swear I felt scared. I swear I felt ball-less. I swear I didn't feel like a man at all. I swear I was being a coward.

But I swear I am going to get over all these negativity.

I'm going to do my part well.
I'm going to fulfill my individual responsibility.
I'm going to remind myself that as long as I uphold my responsibilities, I have done a good job.
I'm going to remember that I defend like a warrior. And that's all I need to do, before anything.
I'm going to keep in mind that my responsibilities to the team come first, before anything.
I'm going to be a motivation for myself, and for my team.
I'm going to do well.

I will do well.

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Monday, March 15, 2010

Compression

Wei Lun:
Wei Lun is too good to be true.

Fang:
Too good to be true
Too good for her too

Wei Lun:
Please don't make me feel like poo.

Fang:
The Rejection of you is a loss she will rue
That you cant be topped, she has no clue

Wei Lun:
Stop it, you're wrong 'cause that jerk's just a tool
To make me look like a fool

Fang:
Oh. The one she wants is you.

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Friday, March 12, 2010

12th March 2010

Charade


How incredulous this may sound,
This words are about something round.
Fret not, it's not about your size
Or anything that can entice.

(I can give you clues.
But first, you'll have to beg me to break the rules.
Geez, alright I don't want this to be something I rue,
In case you end up getting the blues.)

***
Without me, you know you'll feel deflated;
With me, you can't wait to be INFLATED.
Without you, I'll be as empty as air;
Without you, we can't bounce like a pair.

My softness makes you hard.
But trust me, I could be just some fart.

Your hot-ness from all the rubbing makes me rise.
(It'll still happen even in a Levi's)
***

My description skills look raw,
But really, I am talking about a basketball.

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