just finished reading chung wayway’s post. [heh. i am so used to calling her that now].
damn sweet.
anyways, cause i dont think i will have timeee to write indiv letters, i am just gonna do shoutouts here. but well, i think that no one is gonna read it. but heckkk.
first, i really want to thank the team. and i am gonna miss the idiot j2s alot alot - jieqilingyifangyuvalerie. every single one of them. though i admit that there was a pt of time i really eeked out cos of trg. feelings.
i cant believe it, but when i think about it, i realised that my happy times in nj were all cos of bball. even if there were sad/pissifying/grr-ed times. i dunno. it just felt like 2G? or even better? 留下来的人往往比走的人痛苦. perhaps it is true bah. you see everyone leave. and you are just stuck there. i dunno. the mg thing nvr happened to me. i guess that’s good? escape?
everytime i see them, it feels weird. like today. when jieqi appeared during trg. it didnt feel right. or when they are not around, it just feels empty. funny.
but anyways, i really regret alot alot of things. only cos i was an idiot. not going for chalet. not warming up the last game. not training my hardest. not going out cos of money. not enjoying training. not mixing ard with them…idiot.
truth is, sometimes i really xian mu marilyn for being able to mix ard with them so well. i dunno, maybe it’s just me. time.
the times sushi-ing, kbox-ing, sleeping, dinner-ing, lunch-ing, gym-ing, shooting, ball-ing, skipping, party-ing, birthday-ing, annoying, toilet-ing, drinking, piano-ing, cai fan-ing, pizza-ing, holiday-ing, malaysia-ing, taupok-ing, sms-ing, training, radio-ing, track-ing, icecream-ing, movie-ing, fried food-ing…missing.
i remember saying that my cds are more impt than them. change it to, they are equally impt. alot had happened. alot alot. from one year ago when we were deciding the exco. the very long interview session. to the time when me and marilyn didnt talk. to the time when everything became fine again. to the time they spent at the chalet. to the time when track started. to the time when the holidays finally came. to the time when there was gym/track/double training. to the time when me and val were happy to go on holiday. to the time when school finally reopened. to the time when we were looking for “someone shorter than jieqi”. to the malaysia times. to the friendly games. to the injury time. to the time when we finally had a team. to the seasons. to the time when everything ended. [to those who doesnt know, basically means the time from TANK to xing guang 4 shao, to lollipop] 1whole year. alot.
really want to thank them alot alot. for the short/sweet smses. for the wunnerful time. for the vry useful/inspirational encouragements and words. for the funniest jokes. for the crap. for the grandstand times. thanks.
jieqi. the shortest and blackest captain. where can i find another one? her black, serious face. it just means stress. but i guess i am gonna miss the stress. the team talks. the ones she is so afraid of [cos she dunno what to say.] some things may seem funny, insignificant. but motivational. some smses may not mean alot to her, but really. they hit me hard. esp. her recent very sentimental one.
thanks, for getting me to talk to marilyn.
thanks, for being understanding.
thanks, for listening to me crap.
thanks, for the very nice smses and team talk.
thanks, for the trainings and effort you put in for us.
thanks, for the many smses you used up.
thanks, for the encouragement you have given.
thanks, for the time.
thanks, for letting me annoy you.
thanks, for the “it’s the memories that count.”
thanks, for the tears.
thanks, for the wunnerful captain you have been.
sorry, for not giving my best during trainings.
sorry, for actually thinking of giving up.
sorry, for not treasuring the time.
sorry, for being a stoopid and idiotic teammate.
“jieqi!”"做什么?”"叫爽的.” [i am so gonna miss this.]
lingyi. though i admit that there were times i was freaked out, annoyed, i know it’s for the team. i took long to understand. far too long. training when she was injured, sick. being high at the grandstand. all just because she wanted to play hard for the team. truth is, i didnt know alot. motivating team talks. the confidence she had in us…
thanks, for the laughter you gave.
thanks, for the many sacrifices you made.
thanks, for training so hard.
thanks, for the barbeque session at your house.
thanks, for showing that nothing can stop you from training.
thanks, for planning the sabo-jieqi sessions.
thanks, for the many smses you sent.
thanks, for planning so much so much.
thanks, for showing me that there is no impossible.
thanks, for being the pia-est vice captain.
sorry, for misunderstanding.
sorry, for not training even though i know i could.
sorry, for not caring.
sorry, for thinking you are weird.
sorry, for being a self-centred person.
fangyu. i remember. there was a post on her blog. me, marilyn, gayle freaked out. i have to say, we grew closer. she boxed out like no one’s business, caught rebounds, learnt centre moves. alot of the time, i didnt understand what she was thinking. even when i didnt know what to do, what we are supposed to do during trainings, she tried to help. in whatever way she could. her smses.
thanks, for the bball blog.
thanks, for the many pictures, for capturing time spent tgthr.
thanks, for studying hard so that you can train.
thanks, for chasing me so hard, getting me to pay basketball fund.
thanks, for the passion burning in you.
thanks, for the many quarrels you had.
thanks, for the effort you put in.
thanks, for the tears.
thanks, for the time out together.
thanks, for the showing you care.
thanks, for showing nothing can bring you down.
thanks, for being fangyu.
sorry, for zoning out sometimes.
sorry, for leaving early when you were down.
sorry, for not trying to understand you better.
sorry, for being insensitive.
valerie. my neutral idiot. she comes up with alot of random stuff that gets herself into trouble. like “no means no problem.” rubbish. i dont know since when i started talking to her alot. i didnt know her last year. cant remember. maybe it was the holidays. i never knew, she missed us so much. the very random things she do. i am gonna miss her. and her stupid egoism.
thanks, for helping me find cute guys.
thanks, for listening to “NOISE”.
thanks, for missing us.
thanks, for running home aftr trg with me.
thanks, for the laughter.
thanks, for your randomness.
thanks, for your paper.
thanks, for counting the attendance.
thanks, for spending the time with us.
thanks, for pia-ing during track.
thanks, for trying to go high during trainings.
thanks, for the scoldings you got.
thanks, for the very no topic smses, predicting trainings.
thanks, for stoning at the grandstand.
thanks, for being a neutral idiot.
sorry, for annoying you.
sorry, for not knowing what to say that time you cried.
sorry, for being a not very neutral neutral idiot.
“CHUNG WAYWAY!”
the j1s have to wait till nxt year.
a new beginning. a new promise. promise to work hard. no matter what.
棒棒堂- 我們之間.
詞:棒棒堂(廖俊傑 - 小傑)
这一段时间 有着什么样的画面
喜怒哀乐全写在日记里面
发现 每一页全都是经典
所有故事都值得纪念
现实的考验 我们说好一起面对
不管多久多远绝对不喊累
期待 彼此更美好的明天
我们说好谁也不放弃谁
手牵着手(连成线 最紧密的圆圈)
肩靠肩(每一刻都好像在身边)
深呼吸 做你最高的堡垒
风吹过的海边
雨水下过的季节
让我好想念
我们之间不会有改变
相同的起点 一瞬间
变成了乐园
我们之间转了一大圈
相同的终点 会发现
所有的心愿 会实现
Hello. To all, we may be lousy, we may have been lucky and we may be unworthy, but after all these years of playing basketball, one thing i know is that anything can happen on the court. That’s what makes basketball interesting la. If one team is gonna win forever, i think NBA will lose money like hell. LOL.
Let’s just do our best and enjoy the game shall we? At the end of the day, we’re all still students playing for the love of the game. That’s all. Haha.