Playing bball at 1230pm under the scorching sun certainly is tirring. Shooting balls, attempting to dunk (which failed as usual). Brings me back to the J2 period where I was at the period of lowest point in life and needed something that I can devote all my attention and energy in. National Schools was around the corner and so, I juz trained everyday after sch. And for the first time in my life, my tears came out not for someone, but after the whistle was blown for the end of the game and we advanced to the 2nd tier. Coz no one believed that NJC could make it to the 2nd round. I did. Maybe not everyone but those who did work hard for it.

Realised that those people whom know me, understand me well are those whom have walked the bball path with me. It's on the court you get to know the character of someone well. Who's the one who'll hustle till he gets the ball. Who's the one who's always playing half-heartedly. Who's the one you can rely on at the crucial moments. Who are the team of people you can trust totally to play their parts.

Realised how slack my style has became. Play for fun, for the joy of it? You gotta be kidding me, Jh. Everyone plays to win. Winning will double the joy, double the fun. Even if you lose, the process of trying to win, knowing where you're lousy at and after which train harder to win, is fun. Winning is the key. It's something that you put in effort and time, you'll see results.

Time to get a new pair of sneakers. The old pair stinks and is already torn beyond redemption.