here i came across liangpei's nick " THE PASSION " , and what did it remind me of.what else but the catholic high days.i reli gotta to say i missed e entire chs as a whole,how the lame yet creative principal managed to spur the students on,how morning devotions were so INTERESTING,how my teachers like ALICE LONG made me fall in lurve wf MATHS,NOT HER!heh heh.and obviously how i found my friends and teammates who haven stepped out of my life at this pt of time.i reli gotta to say its a real tiring journey but isnt it over,yes indeed,we always say that sumting is difficult and impossible cox we have forseen how long and tedious e journey might be.but look at me now,arent i relaxing and taking a deep breathe cox i have won this marathon all by myself wf the help of those who gave me a hand or so.in life,it is e same isnt it.one unhappiness wil bring us real deep down into e pit,but if we have e optimistic perspective on life,we are gonna ensure ourselves that the journey to unhappiness is soon to be over,like everything,theres a start and theres an end maybe.like my passion for basketball,it started when i was in primary school.but it started off as a hobby,in secondary school it turned into an ambitious dream.i played hard,slogged hard with my teammates with e tot in mind that we wanna clinch those championships title.well,i can remember me training wf siang loong and wenqiang all by ourselves just late into e night,as late as 9 p.m everyday.after which wenqiang wil tempt me wf a free drink just to take e same bus as him home.in case ya are wondering,that bus took me forty minutes to get home,but anada bus at the bus-stop onli 20mintues.der on e bus,we started crapping here and den.abt studies,abt ball,abt girls,which i tink all this wil be a history from now on.siang loong is fine too,i suppose after joining e cross country,he has indeed gained more fame than he was,but he derserved it,so hardworking idiot!i wish i have e passion like him,i tot i could have,but i tink i once have,sec 2 ,sec 3 , sec 4 these were moments of my life,how i nearly got retained cox of too much ball,how i quarreled wf my dad and mum abt basketball,and how we reli got knocked out in competition,though those werent nice stop-overs in my journey,i hope i can neber forget them all,like how i have e passion for basketball in secondary school,i hope it wil return to me in jc.i just wanna kip that ball bouncing.for life perhaps.
