emo days

the love for it was there, yet the passion dying.
is it the tiredness & stress from the hated attachment or is it more of a mental challenge between tiredness & effort?
i don't know, don't ask me.
the last training, the last cup, the last team.

those enthusiastic days were gone.
just like how one ages each year.
from enthusiasm to passion, from passion to love, & then to interest.
how pathetic.

still, i met many nice people throughout the journey.
people who turns from rivals on court to friends & even team mates.
when sitting down, talking about those days back then left much memories; good & bad.

i love basketball & i always will.

thanks to Mr Bruce Lim who first exposed me to the sport in primary school.
thanks to Ah Tay who drilled the heavy basics into me.
thanks to Chua Mei Hui for all the confidence & hopes you'd given me. i am very sorry too.
thou they won't see it, still, thanks a million.

just a random emo post.
sorry for the rantings!
a nice post is on the way so stay tuned!

and . . . . . .

i hate attachment!

p/s : my dear friend, we are always here for you. don't be shy to come to us if there's a need. you were there when i was down. i promised i will be there for you too! *hugs
and janice, cheer up! no more emo-ing!