2 hands 1 cable 1 wakeboard.

much to post up recently, but i doubt i have the time to write so much stuff, but well, tioman was a really fun trip, apart from the travelling time, and mr wongs persistent un-wakable-sleeping habbits, everything went by just fine, esp the prank on you wei during the ride home when he told him he got posted to sispec. hahaha!


well, the reason why i wanted to blog today, was due to my point of view with the juniors in the rugby team now. i saw the difference, a very huge one, being thru 3 batches of team, and this being the 4th i have seen so far, it kinda saddens me, when i go to training, hoping to help in some way, but the juniors just ignores, wad happened to the greetings? dont really feel welcomed when i head down to training now, i suddenly realise, how much i looked foward to training when i graduated 2 years ago, going down, helping the backlines with eveyrthing ive got. having fun, bonding. but this year, it seems weird, teaching them leads to mockery to us, so much so that sometimes, i dread going to training unless there's touch. i used to be able to go alone to training and feel good, but well, times have changed,going down training means, standing there, looking at the juniors train, as if we are just a plain plastic sheet, invisible to everyone. i kinda miss our late coach, hes sense of humour, hes joke of the day, hes game plans, hes scoldings. our team during his coaching was based on discipline on the field, notice, ON THE FIELD. he didnt really care about our studies ( maybe thats why we really suck at work back den ) and last but not least, playign with police and drinking the ever cooling bird nest drink.

well, sometimes i feel kinda upsetting, when i know that i could help the juniors, but its just the way it is, i want to, but they just refuse to listen, big headed perhaps? i am not really sure. but well, all the best to the juniors for this years plates. the fixtures and schools this year arent very strong.



had dinner with eunice and her cousin today at the duck rice stall xw introduced to me last year, was driving when i felt a fetish for duck rice, seems kinda weird, walking down that memory lane of mine, the psp games, the dog walking, the fun, the teasing, the roller blading. memories jsut flooded into my head as i took the path i used to walk back home, towards the bus stop, towards her house, back den, i always blame myself for not being that guy she wanted me to be,trying hard to change, and then it dawned to me, that no matter what i do/say/change, i can never be that guy, it was all but a scam, just a dream which i refuse to face the reality. played or not played, i am glad i moved on. well, as those 2 idiots were giggling as we walked around, it was quite funny doh, catching up with eunice and her cous, playing wii and stuff before heading to fetch deyan from his ever boring job. lol, a piece of advice, GO INTERACT WITH THE 2 " PRETTY " GIRLS U WERE MENTIONING ABOUT IN THE CAR MAN. i think they owuldnt mind a cute dude doing so. HAHAHA.

last but not least, i hope my medical pass, although personally, i really think i screwed it up big big time. sigh.



if i said all the things thats weighing on my mind,
would it be good this time?


nah...
reality sucks some times. haha.