30 Oct

hooped with weijie and his mates ytd. its been a long while since i played in the afternoon, and an even longer while since i played for 4 hours straight. other hoopsters came and went, played thru all of them. some not too challenging, some a tad more. quite awhile since i last gave 100%, had quite a good workout. a stiff uppercut and an elbow drop from the 1.8m something fella later, i cant quite work my jaws properly now. lucky no tooth got knocked out, and i just noticed my other cheekbone felt rather sore.

playing indifferently has helped abit i guess. not that i like it though. just realised im quite a different person on and off the court. i dun get mad so much on the court anymore. lose? lose loh. smile! smile! bleah. oh well, that might make me a more likeable team mate i guess. hoho.

i dun shoot alone for hours on end a few days a week anymore. i dun stare at, rewind, and stare all over again at MJ's post moves and try to emulate them anymore. i dun play pretend basketball in my living room anymore. i dun dribble alone in my void deck anymore. i dun get mad anymore when we get together and u want to practise, even though i used to think tt if u wanna do all that, u shud prolly do it alone. all's good i guess, i might be abit too old for all that now.

one of my best mates, the bear got himself liyi sometime last year. felt happy for him. now, the worm's got himself hooked up too, and i honestly feel even more happy for him. nothing against u bear, but worm being worm, u shud knw wat im gettin at hoho.

alright Leong, it might be time for u to be a tad more caring in that special way which seems funny to apparently only u, a tad more sensitive, and its definitely high time u stop spouting nonsense. can you please behave more like a man? oh well, all in good time. u cant rush growing up, can you?

all the fluff, all the nonsense is still up there. dun think so much mate. sheesh, pls get rid of them in a jiffy mate, u really dun like it all up there. pui.

28 Oct

sigh, double sigh, triple sigh, quadruple sigh, quintiple sigh, sixtiple(?) sextiple(?) sigh.

burp, double burp, triple burp, quadruple burp, quintiple burp, sixtiple (?) sextiple(?) burp.

played another night of hoops smiling all the way through. well, not puttin on a black face la. not too sure if i personally like it, but oh well, whatever floats their boat.

i wish i had adamantium knees, with WD40 lubricant. so i could make like forrest gump and run away all the nonsense in my head. run from boon lay to changi. eat some nasi lemak, run some more. grow a big big beard, clean my muddy face on a yellow tee, and say 'have a nice day'. ah craps. all this fluff up there betta be cleared soon. i dun really wanna think over nonsense like tt anymore.

off for some homemade supper.

27 Oct

does anyone have a cap or two to spare? a wig will do in a pinch as well i guess. or maybe i should just make like an ostrich and stick my head into sand.

im not one to read self-help books, never liked any of those. learn life's lessons at its own pace i guess. all in good time. even if the vast majority of my mates have all taken to reading them, i still dun really see the point in doing so. the most startling revelation of all? bear actually likes those too. maybe i should ditch all those sword fantasies and assorted junk i read now? maybe not.

my mates all say im childish, that im too happy-go-lucky, too chin-chai. that i'd take the skies for a blankie if it should ever come crashing down. i dunno, maybe they're all correct in their assessment. heck, even my sis thinks im childish. my younger sis.

i dun really know how to derive the PARF value of a car, watever that is, nor when i will get to break even. i dun wanna know which dad, poor or rich, moved my cheese. just dun touch my candy. i couldn't care less whether u originated from mars, venus, or toa payoh. i hardly save, and if i have X amt of money, i'd prolly spend it, and borrow 2 bucks from you to buy a drink.

hmm, maybe i just dun want to grow up.

u know when u feel that all your innards are constricted, and that ur insides are fallin into themselves? pretty screwed to feel that way. a very apt name to tag it would be the blackhole feelin i suppose. fallen star sounds too drama mama doesn't it?

skipped the trials the last time. elected to go walk around with the dustbin. called the coach up, was informed that there were no more spots left. had a look at the team pic, and i can safely say that i can best all of them in a game of mano-a-mano. sour grapes? i dunno. on hindsight, i'd prolly skip the trials all over again.

im startin to know how to play indifferently. nonchalantly, if u will. best that way. no more black faces all the time, mr smiley is here.

mr Leong! pls go busy yourself with somethin! anythin! eat! hoop! eat! go out! dun think too much! its not very healthy to think too much!

24 Oct

watched the 40 year old virgin sell his toys, get together with a 'hot grandma', get a new trek bike, and fly thru 2 billboards over the weekend. quite a neat flick imo.

i so wanna watch cinderella man, but no one wants to go with me.

i want to grow a mop like Shaggy. Scooby Doo Shaggy, not the singer Shaggy, wherever he is now.

i want to win more games. by relying on my mates more. that sounds terribly egoistic, but i think bear knows wat i mean. not by throwin the ball to whoever happens to want it more, in which case it would be worm, each and every single time, but to be able to win together.

i need to smile more. on the court that is. madcap xinni says my face turns ultra black within 3 possessions. i shud think so la actually. there was a time.... when trouble seemed too much for us to take, but we did. ha hardy haha, that was lame. anyhow, there was a time i wud smile nonstop in a game. wasnt very serious, didnt give a lick wat was happening. guessed i might have taken things a little too extreme now.

plans for the shaggy do will have to wait now though. just got a haircut. worst thing ever.

walked into the neighborhood saloon/barber, plonked myself into a chair, barber asked "jian bao?" agreed, and told him i wanted as little cut as possible, and that i wanted to grow out my hair.

"can can, wo hwei de!" then he started off. by cutting the sides. gosh. abit of an exchange transpired, and end result?

i now look like the average sec school boy now, replete with a 5566 wannabe do. sheesh. now why dun i wear some funny, over detailed pants with 3,4 straps hanging loose? throw in a pink polo as well. might as well go the whole hog now anyway.

hey hey look at me!

ooh, those redlands just got in a few days ago. prestos are just about the most comfy sneaks i've ever worn, but these are a very very close second. no cushioning tech, just a plain yellow crepe sole, but they just plain feel good. haha they aren't called the original comfort shoes for nothing i suppose.

there's this particular group/type of ppl which i can only classify as mosquitoes. always there, buzzing in and out, getting ur attention, but definitely not in a good way.

was at PS watching Rooney and Co with my mates over the weekend, and the fries were pretty good. Rooney scored, everyone was happy. just when the cheers were dying down, this particular bunch of... of... of.... well people, tho retard wud definitely be a more befitting term, had to jeer and boo, and rather loudly at that.

now if they were a group of diehard Sunderland fans, i see absolutely nothing wrong with that. but of course these.... these... these... sigh, people jeered so very audibly just because.

i can only think that they enjoy the odd look at them. these are the same type of people who would sing a few lines loudly, den swagger just so that anyone who cared to look wud know who was the champion crooner. i'd discount worm of course, he just really likes to sing for all and sundry, 24/7.

the same type who'd laugh like "ARRGH... HARGH HA HARG!" in the most strangled way. loudly too. of course, i dun reckon they'd just heard a very funny joke. they just laugh just because. i do talk and laugh a tad too loudly at times, but i dunno, i dun go out of my way to laugh at 99 decibels.

if these people wanted attention, they could easily have all they want in many other constructive ways. stickin a piece of paper that reads "idiot here" for a start.

sigh, the dustbin's not free, think im gonna go hoop later. buy somethin in return for the madcap, felt so paiseh that i finished all her biscuits. bobian la, hungry leh.

18 Oct

yea that pay cheque finally came in. a bloody 2 months overdue, nothing less. ate grass, and some soil with earthworms while waiting for it.

when will that redlands ever arrive at my doorstep? beside myself with palm rubbing anticipation, though i cant realy see myself wearing it all that often.

walked around town and far east plaza for the first time in a long long while, reckoned the last time i went there was almost a month back. ooh... those shoes with the tassels/flaps look neat. and those new balances. time to go grass again? nah, hardly. i need my char kway tiao. and my kopi peng. and my chocolate. and my biscuits.

sigh, Beyond rocked thru their last set on sat, and i was bumming around town. think they're goin to malaysia for their next stop. now, if i had bills flowing out my ears, i wud have just gone over, but unfortunately i dun, so i guess i wud have to content myself with the concert disc.

i hate thinking about my knees when i run. hate having to adjust my stride to accommodate the bad joint. hate feelin that familiar ache after. hate being restricted, not by my own limits, but my own fallings. maybe i shud just get a stationary bike, though it sure sounds boring like hell. not to mention the price of one. glocosamine doesn't realy help i think. if i had the spare moolah i might get some more, but again i dun lol.

i have an aching metarsarsal (impressive eh! all thanks to all the media talk on beckham's famous broken foot!) in my left foot. wonder whats wrong with it.

i figure i'd be bedridden by the time i hit 35. bobby charlton or some other football great once mentioned "u'd think that us athletes are the ultimate paragons of physical health. how wrong can u be." indeed, indeed. not that im any athlete, of course. not by a long long shot. not by a tiger woods drive. or michelle wie at that.

hmm, i cant wait for friday to come.

cock a doodle doo

scan, print, file. file, file, file. bleah. nothing extraordinarily tough, but i lasted for all of 3 days.

it has been close to 2 months since i last ran, not counting the daily run to catch the bus, which always seem to be there that few seconds earlier than me. not too classy arrival for me, every time.

didn't sleep too much last week. flipped around more times than the roti prata uncle did his wares. i've always been the lightest of sleepers. add to that the fact that i can only sleep in the chinese vampire position cos of my bad back, and it all makes for a very lousy combination.

one night last week, cant really put a finger on which one exactly, i remembered flippin about more than the usual 213 times. i prolly had some thinking to do, contents of which are prolly all nonsense. i'd turned in at 1, and i remembered wakin to a clock display of 4:10.

didn't think i had any more sleep left, went out and finished the entire second half of the book i'd borrowed, together with a mug of lousy coffee. went back to bed at 6ish, gave up, had my 2nd coffee at 7.

that bit of time, between night and first light, is rather nice i say. u can just barely make out the outlines of stuff, and u hear the first sounds of the new day. all pretty fresh to me. of cos, u'd need specs with which to peer thru at the stuff, and i dun have a pair right now.

u get that everyday in BMT, though ur mind is prolly all taken up with pushup and crunch position, so it doesn't realy qualify.

never seen a proper sunrise before, so if u ask me, tt bit of time before is just as nice.

sat sat sat

went ice skating with my mates a few days ago. didn't expect to be there for more than an hour or so, ended up leaving the place at only 9 plus. 4 hours spent fumbling around on a slippery surface. had a whale of a time though, slipups et all.

i suspect the guy who invented the word lummox must have been eyeing me secretly in a corner for inspiration.

and there was this group of ppl who looked like they were born with hockey blades attached to their feet instead of the standard five digits that most others are issued with. swerving all over the place, with tight turns every few seconds. observed wat they did and tried to mimic their motions. bum met floor, of course.

broke my trusty plastic specs yesterday. the same pair which has been with me thru thick and thin, thru mud and toothpaste food packs. and in the stupidest way possible at that. the lights weren't on, and i had to go and step on them.

never fear! im gonna resurrect them with some super glue!

alakazam la gluey ka blam.

check out this year's edition of the dictionary. there's a new synonym for oaf.

Leong.