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Thursday, November 03, 2005


having nightmares lately.
but today,
i dreamt about mr ong.
my basketball coach.
he came to nanyang and so i joined the bbgt.
i brought all the photos of the past to show him.
we were at temasek's bball court.
i did a slam dunk.
i told you it was a dream.
then, i dont know why i end up in ny's bball court again.
i felt really helpless there.
mr ong questioned me.
why didnt i train.
i told him i lost touch with bball 4years ago.
he asked me why.
i pointed to the netball pole.
and i woke up.

i woke up feeling so guilty.
mr ong must be so disappointed.
but its not possible that he'll come ny.
because he cant teach anymore.
i wonder how is he now.
i hope its not what im thinking.
i really hope he's still around.
its been 5 years.

i miss you .
i'm really sorry.

; HER CRAZY DAY

12:15 PM




HER!