this weekend was a long one, not because of the number of days, but the different emotions that filled my mind at one point or another. it all started with the bball hand-over camp on friday. well, i was kinda late for the camp cuz i went to watch "get smart" with nicky. it was a really funny show, but i totally didnt expect it to run for that long. i had half my mind on the bball camp so i couldnt entirely enjoy the show. but anne hathaway was awesome, so as was steve carrell. so anyway after dinner, the night went on quite well. everything went according to plan and it was almost turning out to be a success. that was until the 2-on-2.
somehow i should have seen it coming, given everything that's happened to me, but i just couldnt pick it up. then again, you can't really put the blame on anyone. it's always that way, but sometimes you wish you could. so we were fooling around by lowering the hoop and tried our best impressions of dunking, but horror struck when wee hsuan missed a dunk horribly and landed even worse. we were laughing but things quickly turned ugly when we saw how messed up his wrist was. it was no laughing matter then. turns out he broke his wrist when he landed awkwardly. kinda brought me back a couple of months ago, and reminded me of how i felt back then. i bet it was the same screwed up feeling. the same emotional scars and the same stupidity. i could relate to everything he was feeling, but i could only feel so much. i dunno what's worse, living with a reminder ON you head, or living with the constant haunting memories IN your head. then again, i dun really care what's worse, i live with both. anyway, all the best to wee hsuan. have a speedy recovery man.
so after that eventful evening, we just decided to keep things simple and wind down the night uneventfully. it was really nice just fooling around (safely) with the guys again. i'm totally gonna miss them all. they taught me everything i needed to know about basketball, life and everything in between. and i'm quite sure it will be more than enough to last me a lifetime or two. just can't give enough thanks. after ending camp, round 2 of my long weekend was about to begin. went home, took a shower and headed off for shopping with my relatives from malaysia. we headed first for this fantastic buffet opposite far east. and my cousin was already snapping away with his brand new canon 450d. after that started our shopping proper but i was totally drained and dead from the 3 hours of sleep the previous night. i could barely stand up for 5 seconds without fear of crashing to the floor asleep. came home and crashed out for 14 hours. day 2 was more of the same stuff, just went out for more shopping. i feel kinda bad for my cousins, cuz they didnt get alot from this shopping trip. turns out i bought more stuff than they did. but we did get to go into many shops and try out different things. which made me realize, there's just so many things i would love to get, but i can't. so i'll just have to settle for the things i already have, and be happy with them. i've had enough of shopping for a long long time.
my relatives left today. and it's going to be the last time i'll see my cousin before he flies off for the states some time in august. i dunno why i'm feeling so lost and empty all of a sudden. it's not like he's gone forever. but i guess i didn't really treasure the 2 weeks i had with him. for all the times we could have talked but went to sleep instead, and just catching up and talking about the good ol' days. well, there's nothing to be done about that now. i just can't help but feel a little nostalgic. you just never miss the water until the well runs dry. i guess the only thing i can do now is work hard and just make sure i don't let anyone down. maybe someday i'll fly somewhere faraway oso, and this would just be another passing moment. til then, just wanna wish nick all the best in his future endeavors. study hard bro, i'll see you again soon man.
and what better way to end off this incredibly long weekend (and post) with soccer! went back to school in the evening and was treated to an amazing game of soccer. thought the game overall was really good, had a whole range of ups and downs throughout the game and the passion for the game was burning strong. one thing i've learnt today: don't ever stop shooting. you can miss once, twice, three times or more. don't stop shooting. persistence pays off. one other thing i've learnt today: i'm not made to be a striker. i can't finish properly to save my life. i deserved to be smacked on the head everytime i miss a gilt-edged chance. i should just stick to defending, lol. should have these soccer sessions on a regular basis. every weekend? anybody?
anyway, one last thing, to end off this incredibly long post. i don't know if your reading this, but i just wanna say that i really wanted to be there, i guess the timing just wasn't right. i know you'd never believe me, but i would have given it all back just to be there. no moment would be the same as the next, but i'll try to make every moment count. i want to be there for you; you just have to believe in me.