Im back after working hard for 10 days for FIBA!! my my my...it was a horrible experience working as the liasion officer for the india national youth team =/ to start things off, i waited for them for 5 hrs at the airport but they never turned up. they missed their flight but did not have the brains to inform their country! so inconsiderate =( make one little girl stay at the darn cold arrival hall for so long.

For all their trainings, when we were scheduled to leave the hotel at 7.45am for the training ground, they came down only at 7.45 to have their breakfast! can you imagine waiting for 15 people to finish eating? the buses' schedule went haywire because they just take their own sweet time. they arent even there to compete! they are there to shop and eat prata only =/

At the Singapore Basketball Centre, they asked for lots and lots of posters like they have never seen basketball posters in their lives. (esp the coaches) They asked for lots of Coach Carter's movie posters, old magazines...(After the staff of BAS handed to them whatever posters they have, the coach went up to him and pointed to 1 of the posters, "i want 10 more. no no, 15 more.") oh my! what can they do with all these pieces of paper!

On the first day of competition, after their match ended, the first thing the coach said to me was, "Where are all the refreshments? Alex (my Chief) promised us some food." so i patiently explained that the food will come later blah blah blah and i asked if they wanted a room to rest and debrief about their performance. They followed me to the room and came out in less than 1 sec asking more impatiently again "Where are the food and drinks?" In less than 2 min, they ask bout the food for more than 10times. i guess they must have followed me to the room thinking that the food is inside!! i have never seen such hungry people before.

Subsequently, they were always late for their trainings because they always come down late; after the games they always decide to go to somewhere else at the last minute, disrupting the bus schedule yet again. eveything they do is slow; they take half an hour to get changed and move out to the bus. the coaches' dont bring their own stuff like the whistle; and when i said that we dont provide it, he suan me by saying "the basketball centre is so big and you dont even have a whistle?" what the hell!

i gave presents to all the players only (i detest the coaches so i didnt buy for them) on xmas seeing that they are so poor thing, having to spend the holiday without their family. The coaches came up to me after that, asking where are the presents for them. what the hell!!!!!!

im not racist but after this incident..haha maybe its in their culture that they have to behave this way. luckily everything is over and im back sleeping on my own bed after so long! =)

MEMORIES FROM MY WARDROBE

Didn't i promise that i will pack my clothes? i did!! *proud* and i found some treasures from deep within...my old jerseys!!! haha~

i must admit im not a very skilled in basketball. neither tall nor fast haha~ but i enjoyed the sport thoroughly when i was in sec sch! so many new things, new moves to learn at that time that each training session seems to be a challenging feat. =) but when it gets to a higher level in jc everything starts to get competitive; it's about perfecting your skills and its about doing the same things over and over again till it gets so boring and dry. and that was when i start to enjoy watching the game MORE than playing the game. =/ and not to mention the stress and pressure from your fellow players. it's horrible.

At the end of the decluttering, i packed my old jerseys into plastic bags and put them aside, tying a dead knot on the ends of the plastic bag..

alvin's brother is going into NS this friday..none of my business but i feel sad seeing his sad nick on MSN..behind his normal joking self hides his fragile heart and the pain of leaving his gf. i think back on the times when we were counting down to alvin's enlistment day. it was indeed the purest of pain.

i guess i am very lucky. alvin got into a stay-out unit and i get to meet up with him everyday, just like during his poly days. compared to what other girls have gone through waiting for their boy boy, mine is nothing.

just wanna wish him all the best..9days will whizz by and it will be christmas reunion soon! =)

De-clutter my wardrobe! Make my room a more wonderful place to live in!!!!

im bored to death at home. no money to spend, no place to go..

This other important guy in my life hand built a big house for my beloved and me! =) painstakingly carried it all the way to my house before we went out for our ktv session. im touched by his effort, his ideas and creativity.. =) and the song.....it was really good you know? i love it.. you are so nice to me!!!! and i promise that for as long as i live i will be there for u too!!

ALVIN & HIS HEART-SHAPED-MANGO JELLY =)

it was one of the most ordinary birthday ever yet i was filled with utmost happiness. i didnt receive any fancy gifts from alvin, yet i received a most extraordinary gift made of love and effort from him. a tub of jelly is nothing special, but a big feat for an egoistic guy like him. =) yes, he got his very hands down to cookery. shopping for the ingredients from the supermarket without me knowing, cutting the pieces of mango into little heart shapes. and he followed the receipe while making the jelly. lol..my sis could do it with her eyes closed man. =p but the thought a the big clumsy man in the kitchen...aww..it really touched my heart. and my favorite cake from four leaves! he remembered after all..

[jazz]
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[14kg]




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