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Bukit Mertajam, Penang, Malaysia
Hi! I am Razor and I'm 15 years old.Loves red, loves trendy shirts, loves cool stuff,loves breakdancing,loves badminton, loves chinese chess, loves corinthian helmet,loves stalking ( I'm good at it),loves debate,loves taking risk and loves sleeping... - hypomaniac - glutton - computer games addict Above was my description three years ago:-) now I'm 18,legal for sex,loves basketball to death, having the time of my life:-) The pic? That was five years ago!:-) it's been a while since I updated,I bet little people are going to come here, but now I'm back!that's what matters :-) enjoy reading my darkest secrets:-)

Friday, August 29, 2008

The Basketball Fever!!!

Every since watching that slam dunk of Kobe Bryant during the Olympics....
Basketball couldn't be any not cooler than that....
I was so desperate to play basketball that I await for the next PJ lesson a.k.a. exercise lesson for every second of my life...
For our extreme study-conscious school...
There's only two lesson a fortnight....
I remembered last time I played with the boys...
Man, it was damn fun!!
They were so cool and they did a lot of cool moves...
I had a great time fighting over the ball and running around...
As a girl, to them, it's a thing worth applause when I scored a goal...
I laughed the whole game as it was very funny yet cool....
They were great!!
On the other hand, I never liked playing with the girls...
They were selfish and only had the balls for themselves...
It was spanking BORING playing with them...
We never get to fight over balls...
Well, you just queue up and WAIT for your turn to shoot the hoops...
The problem is........
Some girls (as mentioned as selfish) didn't queue up...
They put up their "pattern" when the bball hit them...
They start rubbing their eyes as if a meteor flew into their cornea....
They start looking desperarely in need of care...
They start making themselves look sympathic and helpless...
They start making their face looks "black" when they rarely get the chance to even touch the ball...
They helping people blame other people when things go wrong....
They do stupid things....
They don't talk to you just because your ball hit them a month ago...
They fight over balls and the ones who don't get the ball would quit invisibly...
Well, they ARE girls...I suppose this is what majority of girls do...
Luckily boys are the majority of our class...

In the meantime, I don't have to wait that bad for the lesson...
Because my dad bought me a basketball!!
He didn't think he would regretted...
I played basketball...
When I was at home...
In the office...
At anywhere that has a flat surface...
I would follow my godmother home just because there's two basketball courts there...
I would ask Zhi Ling (another bball addict) out to play basketball...
I would search for moves on the net everyday...
I would forget that I should be doing XXX when I was playing basketball...
Hahaha!!

See the enthusiasm of playing basketball and as a ex-coach himself...
My dad trained me to horse-stand ( the king-fu stance) so that I would not fall down in case anyone comes charging my way...
My legs were shaking and feeling painful...
But my dad added: " Pain is your friend"
So I had the idea to self-train after hearing this...
I did the 5 minute stance he requested and asked me to reach 30 minutes!!
It's gonna take a long time but it's be worth it...
As a medium-height person, my dad asked me to jump 500 times a day so I would grow taller...( Like Michael Jordan did)
I carried out his orders for my own good...
This is what I want...To prepare to play in the school team...
It's a guarantee I'll be in it because the girls think basketball is bad~~~
Even the teachers think so...
The teachers think it would ruin your studies...
The seniors think you would not have time to dedicate yourself to the uniform bodies...(As if I am going to be a cop when I get outta school)
The girls think it would be manly to play basketball...
Your friends think you would so addicted that you would not have time to go through everything difficult with them...(They think you're leavin' them behind)
Well I don't think so...

Haha!! Thanks to my dad!! I can play basketball anytime I want!!

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