<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:28:07.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'> I'm trapped in darkness!!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-111148311773798524</id><published>2005-03-22T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T06:12:12.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with the Sickness….</title><content type='html'>What…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMI = Cannot Make It… Most of my friends say that to me… It has been a very long time passed before I climb out of my coffin to update this BLOG. Oh well… hello over there can someone tell me how am I suppose to start my BLOG??...If you know… can u send to my address: BLK666 graveyard cemetery…? I will be there waiting for U….whoa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently News:&lt;br /&gt;Hum…I been too emotional towards everything. Not only my family but also towards my friends. I really don’t know how to express myself. It seems like everything just doesn’t get right and everything seems to block my way. Why? (Don’t ask me because I also don’t know dude!!) “Yuk…Hey U…Yes U…come and helps me to wipe my coffin. It full of spider webs and moths….Eee…eee”. Oyo, now I am in holiday, and I am rotting in my coffin, nothing to do at home, lead me to dream and hum…thinks more (sleep ma…what u thinks…).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old News:&lt;br /&gt;The (3 on 3) BIG Game 2005 (14 – 16 March)&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, did u ever see someone crawling up so early from the coffin… u right that is me…”sobs…sobs”. Here I am, early in the morning 630am, playing basketball alone in the damn eerie court in RP. “Hey…no one say vampire can’t scare of ghost one lor….course I am one of them.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the beginning of the basketball (3 on 3) big game. And I bet it is going to be a fun one. But what I always hope to expect always turn the other ways round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot. Damn Hot. I have been sun tanning for the 3 days and finally down with the sickness and got countless red spots here and there all around my back, down with fever and patch with flu. I felt extreme terrible and itchy and do hope…”Ouch stop it….u stupid servant…Chiang-shih (kiang shi)…U enough okay…I ask u to help me to rub some medication…not asking u to poke me…can u kindly bend your hands and fingers….” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, the little guys’ team is quite funny; they are young, cute in their ways as well as energetic and there are also a lot of very pro basketball players. I bet that if our basketball guys compare with them, they (our side) will definitely lose. “Got any handsome (YAN DAO), asked Pontianak”. “O (“-‘)|||…@##$%%....Hello they all small kids la…u this pervert….why u want me to use violent and made me used my chair and wrecked u on your pretty face as well as kick your cute little ass?...Don’t you know I am a very kind, cute and peace person?” “Where I stop…every time kana interrupt…so sick”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it has come to the end whereby everyone returns to their original belonging. And “yawns”, I am back to my lovely coffin…wooing… so comfortable. Zzzzz….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older News:&lt;br /&gt;Working In IT Show 2005 in SUNTEC CITY(10 – 13March)&lt;br /&gt;This is the very first time I work in the IT show. From the moment I stepped in the IT entrance hall, the grand atmosphere make me felt excited and have no regret though I have to stand the whole day from 11am to 9pm. However what worst behind is that I am requiring selling IPAQ (pocket PC/ PDA) which I have never even used it before. (So what to do…I have to take all the brochures and try to memorize all the functions as well as the specifications.) WO…first day taste like hell, with the customers keeps on asking here and that, I almost faint on the spot. “Hey…doesn’t U see I am typing?? Stop pulling me DUDE… If u urge to get someone and suck his or her blood go ahead…ha-ha…Sorry there, I am talking to my new beloved pet (BAT), he is hungry…or would u mind if I introduce u to him???” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did met and make new friends in the work place. But I don’t think it turn up to be a happy one. Well, I know there is doubt in it, but I just don’t know how to say in words… All I can say is the other new 3 guys communicates fine with me. “Oh…hehe…because u old already, got generation gap, said my beloved pet (Bat)”, “#$%$#@$^&amp;%&amp;, well Sorry again, i just used my new racket and hit my bat... and now where are we oh....” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the whole 4 days, I did gains more knowledge and skills about the different types of PDA. Yah, of course I am very delightful when it comes to the last day of working… I am damn so tired by then and some more, I haven’t had a time to taste a slip of my juicy, icy blood (&lt;) *v* (&gt;), “opps”... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest News:&lt;br /&gt;IVP Ending&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it have come to the end of IVP and I have a feeling of calling all my troops; Obayifo, Civateto, Dhampir, Lamia/ lamiai etc to attack my very own team mates (I mean some…). The whole game is sucks not because we lose but because we been demoralizing each other on the court by blaming each other and showing attitude which is no allowed in the court. Well, sad to said, I am totally surrendered to my own basketball team. Although we have best player like Michelle and nana, the bond is not there… everyone bond is not there. There is numerous of turnover without any reason, passing problem as well as team spirit problem. I hope ping is down on the court and not on the bench (course she injure her knee and is the serious one). &lt;br /&gt;“No…no, u wrong…because u are lousy…and that is why…., interrupt by the priest”. “Well…well…shut up…don’t think u are a priest I don’t dare to suck your blood… later I break your head, crack your skull and squeeze your brain into juice and drink it in front of u”&lt;br /&gt;“Oyo…Amen, let the god protect me, priest adding”&lt;br /&gt;“God, your head, taste my shoes and socks…Don’t you run…come back here You ASS HOLE”&lt;br /&gt;Pause…&lt;br /&gt;“Oh I am indeed a very kind, cute and peace person only that some time my brain wires connected wrongly…oh well I have some own business to do… so bye…bye…my BLOG, Come back You this sucker (priest)…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-111148311773798524?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/111148311773798524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=111148311773798524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/111148311773798524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/111148311773798524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2005/03/down-with-sickness.html' title='Down with the Sickness….'/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110855544280455148</id><published>2005-02-16T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T04:04:02.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems so near But Yet so FAR…</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first IVP 2005 match against last year first championship runner up SP. I neither feel scare nor nervous, maybe because I am calm enough to keep myself COOL or maybe because of some of my “beloved” team mate(s). Whatever…I just don’t feel anything, all I need to do is to defend them down and trying to use my butt to keep their ass of from the semi circle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First quarter looks cool as the score for both sides is SP (7): RP (7). I am excited and happy as this tells me that RP basketball is not bad after all. However sad to say that, happy thing doesn’t last long. Due to don’t know what incident, in 2nd quarter, everyone except me started to blame each other for nothing and end up everyone angry with their very own team mates for no reason. Therefore SP uses this chances and snatch the wins (“God, cannot make it, why my team become like this?”).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because my team started to panic, there are a lot of turnover and easy pass to oppose team. I don’t really know what have had happened; it seems that that is no trust between and among each other. Who and what the hell is that your very own team mate tell you not to shoot the ball when you are open and you have the chance to score. What a team…if that team player is really damn good, why is she still shooting air balls? And the end, SP(42): RP(14).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I am quite happy with myself as the coach did not scold me and also that I have the stamina to survive for almost 4 quarter. The main happiness is that I am not tired at all, maybe because I had went for swimming the other days in order to train up my stamina. Although it is a waste that Pingz are not able to play and fight with me in the court but I still have other 5566 as well as Fs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gal, lets try our best again in the coming 2nd day IVP. I know that we can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110855544280455148?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110855544280455148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110855544280455148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110855544280455148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110855544280455148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-seems-so-near-but-yet-so-far.html' title='It seems so near But Yet so FAR…'/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110818180492004127</id><published>2005-02-11T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T20:16:44.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/640/pig.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/320/pig.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't MESS with the PIG&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110818180492004127?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110818180492004127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110818180492004127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110818180492004127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110818180492004127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-mess-with-pig.html' title=''/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110818164525836041</id><published>2005-02-11T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T20:14:05.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/640/wallpaper031_1024.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/320/wallpaper031_1024.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cloud1&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110818164525836041?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110818164525836041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110818164525836041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110818164525836041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110818164525836041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2005/02/cloud1.html' title=''/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110818157698200101</id><published>2005-02-11T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T20:12:56.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/640/cloud1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/320/cloud1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cloud&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110818157698200101?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110818157698200101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110818157698200101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110818157698200101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110818157698200101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2005/02/cloud.html' title=''/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110818152835179375</id><published>2005-02-11T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T20:12:08.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/640/bowingtonobody.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/320/bowingtonobody.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110818152835179375?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110818152835179375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110818152835179375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110818152835179375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110818152835179375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2005/02/anybody.html' title=''/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110818149803160317</id><published>2005-02-11T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T20:11:38.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/640/alonelonely.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/320/alonelonely.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being alone&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110818149803160317?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110818149803160317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110818149803160317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110818149803160317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110818149803160317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2005/02/being-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110818106624893182</id><published>2005-02-11T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T20:04:26.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year…</title><content type='html'>Awww…. So tired….&lt;br /&gt;I hardly sleep for the previous days before Chinese New Year as I need to paint my house with white color. Every morning and day makes no different for me because all I do is painting here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually I have neither mood nor happiness for Chinese New Year. I felt rather weird to smile fakery to those stupid relative who always back stab my dad. They look so idiot and fake. But what to do, I still have to wish them happy New Year due to my “dad’s face”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Chinese New Year Day makes no different from the rest of the days. Woke up, bath, bless my parent, then go out. Hai… can I have something different instead? Now I miss training, however I will not satisfy if there ones that will not come (always have some invalid reason what for join basketball?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I last update my Blog. The reason lies behind: not because I am lazy, but is that I don’t know where to start. I have a lot of hurt and sadness for the basketball team (Clarify, those who always not coming for training and always talk rocks).  They don’t seem to have any interest and keen in basketball anymore. Why a team always like that. Whenever I tried to grade something I like, there will always be something stopping me from doing it. I am tired, very tired. How I wish , I hope to have more training to train up my skill with others, but no point of doing it myself and a few of my buddy in the team, All F3 plus 5566. How I wish I can grab a chair and throw it at those player and shout at them fu*k up, but I can’t. I have no position, no stand of doing it as the one who is in the higher rank also doing the same thing.  Sadness for the team; for those who struggle so hard for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Ah… I don’t want to talk about basketball already; it makes me sick and moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to all F3, 5566 and my friends. Hope you all get many “hong bao” during the Chinese New Year. Sadness wills always over, there will be a new day in font and there will be new hope for the starting of a new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110818106624893182?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110818106624893182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110818106624893182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110818106624893182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110818106624893182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2005/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year…'/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110447446801215602</id><published>2004-12-30T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T22:32:21.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A losing Game end Up with a SARCASTIC SHIT STUPID SUCK comment!!!</title><content type='html'>...:::Game against with Gnets:::...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to share with you my thoughts after yesterday’s match against GNET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gals – Should minimize number of turnovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I thought none of you are the great Magic Johnson but what I saw yesterday were numerous “no look passes”… You pass the ball without really looking at who you are passing to…and being unaware of these passes, you manage to earn yourself a turnover. Its like giving away your possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Then for no reasons, all of you turn to become Larry Bird….Well truth enough to learn from these big names in the NBA but none of you are making these 3 points shot! Just to name a few who shot 3 pointers yesterday: Manping, Nana, Anna, Lifang, Hazel…if that was not enough…perhaps at one point when all 5 players were on the court, all were shooting 3 points shot!!!! Cant penetrate the defense??? Well…just pass the ball more….draw your opponent out….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can only be 3 reasons why you are shooting 3 pointers: 1) You are a damm good 3 point shooter 2) You are a damm good 3 point shooter 3) You are a damm good 3 point shooter….If its not clear enough…Can players who are not good at shooting 3 pointers please stop shooting 3 pointers???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) As I was watching from the sidelines….I thought “Could this be a repeat of last year’s IVP?” Only you can tell me the answer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My promise to the team…If we can manage to win a match in the IVP… I will be seriously considering our next tour to be in Taiwan…so earn it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary on yesterday's match&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Seow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My thoughts: What the hell? I have no reason to persuade myself why he says that? Does he’s brain think that shooting 3 points shot is as easy as “chicken feet”? Why not he goes down and plays all by himself? I always try to remember what coach has taught me: whenever you are open, tried your best to shoot and if you are not able to score but at least you try to attempt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We did lose to Gnet and I admit that this is a fact but who wants to lose if we can win? In the court, there are only 3 ways to play: one to penetrate, one to shoot and the other to pass the ball.&lt;br /&gt;- Penetrating --- no confident enough – result steal by others&lt;br /&gt;- Shooting --- 50% goal and score, 50%attempt -lucky in , not lucky try again&lt;br /&gt;- Passing --- if over 8 sec on half court or over 24 sec on full court – result the ball goes to the opposes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can players who are not good at shooting 3 pointers please stop shooting 3 pointers???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then all don't shoot better, who can confirm that her 3 pointers shooting is 100%?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Because of lack of confident in penetrating, most of us try to attempt the shot and hope it make into the basket. However luck doesn’t go our way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We have tried our best to attend training and improve our individuals skills so that we are prepared for the coming IVP on Feb. But..but...in his eyes ..we are playing just like the same as previous year. All our effort have drained. No matter how hard we try, we train, we injure for the stupid matches...all ending result equal to useless.... Damn Disapoointed and Demoralizing... If he really thinks that we are not able to make for the IVP, well..well not just cancel it. We are in the basketball team not because we are able to go here and there (Taiwan), but we just like basketball so we in as we keen on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Same goes with that stupid Referee (plz don't ask that same referee to be there again). We dribble the ball and they foul, no free throw was given to us but on the other hand, the opposes have alot of free throw. Can someone explain to me why? This is not the frist time he be our referee and not the first time he gives oppose alot of free throw...Bias not fair....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am not so keen on going any where and ending again scolding by him for been late, rubblish game, attitude etc.... .. So please don't give me your ass face...I rather stay in Singapore and enjoy my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110447446801215602?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110447446801215602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110447446801215602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110447446801215602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110447446801215602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2004/12/losing-game-end-up-with-sarcastic-shit.html' title='A losing Game end Up with a SARCASTIC SHIT STUPID SUCK comment!!!'/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110381531984910870</id><published>2004-12-23T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T07:21:59.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly match against Unity Secondary…</title><content type='html'>After those previous matches against ISBL, I am able to see improvement from my basketball team. Well although the attendant for the training is not satisfied, the bond in the team has had increase since the KL trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done to all of you including Man ping and Michelle (who are willing to join us back after a short break of one year.) Hah…. I am as happy to the team as we have proven to the coach that we are not that lousy after all. 48: 29, the very first time that RP actually get 40++ score. Well done again and keep the good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed that if we continue our training and improve the coordination in the team, I think we can snatch one win in the coming IVP on February. (So let’s hope that the rest of the team player is able to come for the training and not giving excuses for something: P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the first time I felt our basketball advisor Ben has had actually praise us for what we are = basketball players + a Unite team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to reserve my greatest praise to the girls for beating the Unity team by 18 points, it is by far the biggest lead for the gals team and I think by playing in the ISIBL has certainly make us stronger both mentally and physically. Although there is still room for more improvements, I am sure you gals have come a long way to reach where you are today. So keep it up and continue training hard. Good work!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                          Good Job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="benjamin_seow@rp.edu.sg" type="SMTP" name="resolved" sdn="Benjamin Seow" nindex="-1" isgalentry="1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                                                                                                                       Benjamin Seow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110381531984910870?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110381531984910870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110381531984910870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110381531984910870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110381531984910870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2004/12/friendly-match-against-unity-secondary.html' title='Friendly match against Unity Secondary…'/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110381511335974188</id><published>2004-12-23T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T07:18:33.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/640/P1010526.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/320/IMG_0018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110381470968393953?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110381470968393953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110381470968393953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110381470968393953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110381470968393953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2004/12/bus.html' title=''/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110381465924582918</id><published>2004-12-23T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T07:10:59.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/640/IMG_0004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/320/IMG_0003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT station&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110381460165098849?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110381460165098849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110381460165098849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110381460165098849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110381460165098849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2004/12/mrt-station.html' title=''/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110381473784581551</id><published>2004-12-23T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T07:12:17.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary for the KL Trip (Date of KL: 26 Nov – 28 Nov)</title><content type='html'>Well, I am wonder why I have not updated the newest Blog since the last one. Hum… the reason are there are indeed a lot of things I wanted to write but don’t know where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited that I am going to KL for basketball exposure as well as to gain experience over there. It is a memory that I want to keep it as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night 26 Nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parted at lavender Street after a long waiting for all the floors ball players to arrive. I am quite piss off as why should the basketball players need to wait for the floors ball players to arrived then we are allowed to leave, don’t they know anything about punctuality?  And because of them, we all get scolded for “being late”. (What the…..)&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say that our coach didn’t come with us… he just come and say good luck, good bye and enjoy your trip. (Dearest coach, how can you just leave us all alone…. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, the bus journey to KL is not comfortable, neither do the seat and physical. Throughout the whole journey my ass either numbs or my legs can’t stretch, what a horrible experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the long journey, only the small little window is the entertainment in the bus. At 2 ++ am, we finally reached the destination (our hostel). Wow all of us damn tired and hardly want to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Nov (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be fine but it is not. There is some unpleasant thing going on during that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose that we have to meet 7 30 am to have our breakfast but we are 5 minutes late and end up early in the morning get scolding for our basketball advisor ( what a starting of a day…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 30am – we have our breakfast (which well you know that is it “very” nice in the taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 15am (around) – we headed off to Bukit Jalil Sports School for our friendly match. At first we are suppose to have 2 matches: one for the gals another for the guys. However due to the oppose gals player are not around, only the boys got to play the match. And all of us act as part time cheerleaders for them, giving our moral support… Though they lost, they have done a good job for both defense and attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their match,&lt;br /&gt; Most of the gals’ team players want and keen to play too. Therefore we decided to play 6 vs. 6. Maybe the court is too big or what I am not able to hear what our basketball advisor wants us to do. Therefore after the game within ourselves, he called us to gather around and guess what next… “Sob” “sobs” yah you are right getting scolding again in the same day for nothing. But what he said I will always remember “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what rubbish game you all are playing&lt;/span&gt;”. (Shit what and what … I am very frustrated and angry… we trained so hard, travel so far to KL and end up in his eye what we played is a rubbish game…is that really what he thinks for the basketball gals team?) I agree what he said had demoralize me a lot and I felt quite dishearten both in basketball and him. In his age, he still acts as a kid. Suddenly I felt like tell him this: If you want to mess up with me, I will mess up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the beginning, we are given 5 hours to shop and buy our stuff, however after our short break after calming ourselves down, the Malaysia national team coach told us that he is going and willing to arrange us a match at 8 pm tonight. Because we come here to gains experience, we all agree to gave up the 5 hrs shopping time and get ourselves ready for the match (self training again).  Jasper (coaches for primary and secondary school), he is good as he knows what wrong with our shooting and steps with a blink on the eyes. With him around, he teaches us and show us the correct way of shooting, the angle, as well as how much strength we should use to shoot the ball in the basket. Thank to him, I did learnt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to dinner at the nearest shopping centre. Chicken rice is what we eat. Because there is not enough time for us to shop around, we decide to eat as fast as we could and do some shopping at the CARREFOUR. Woo… we buy quite a lot of stuff, food as well as chew gum (that’s what I came for….hah). And running around when we realize that we are lost, lost in the shopping centre, can you believe it? Four people lost in shopping centre and running like hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper volunteer to drove us to the shopping centre and I found that he is much better than our basketball advisor who used to demoralize me in either my mass or my size (hai…not fair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the Bukit Jalil Sports School, we prepared ourselves for the final last training. I am so tired, can’t believe that within a day we actually trained 3 times and have match after all. 95: 14, we lost to the national players although they are much younger than us. Adding with Jasper encouragement, he build up our confidence and increase our motivation a lot a lot. That was an incredible experience when cheering for our own friends and team players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn tired, I hardly wanted to move, I just want to throw myself into the bed and sleep till I nature awake. However with enthuse of the rest of the team players; we played the unforgettable game “secret number”… and I have to dance she’s bang because I am so “lucky” to guess the correct number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 30am light off. Time for Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Nov (Last day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6am – as I woke up, there is a loud knock on the door. I am the first one to wake up so I when to check what’s happened. Oh it Hazel, without the second thought, she blame me for locking her out of the room for whole night. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast – nah we did eat as we going to be again the supporter for the guys’ team who against BJ eagles (a combine and strong team). Well, their performance is not very good as there is no unity and cooperation between them. Most like to act as stand alone and not passing the ball to those who is open, so strange. Ha-ha. BJ eagles number 12 (if I am not wrong) I like that style… Woo~….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next right after them, we decided to have a friendly match with Jasper and the rest four other members. But something bad will still happened, hazel just walk off during the match and give everyone attitude. 20: 10 (I think) we lost again as everyone is not happy either.&lt;br /&gt;Now we left only a few hours before departed from the hostel and set off back to Singapore. Oh man, again, the floor balls players are late again and delayed our precious time to go to the same shopping centre for our lunch. Damn them, don’t know what the hell they are doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bus arrives at the shopping centre, ha- ha we rush like hell towards the same Chicken rice stall again. $ 100++ buck we spent on the chicken rice (wow first time eat chicken rice so expensive). And same old thing we went to CARREFOUR to buy more stuff that we want. Moreover I bought 2 necklaces and one bangle (for my elder sister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the bus journey again, everyone seems to doze off and there goes Ben taking picture of those who sleep. After that we play the “secret number” again. Oh no no, I want to sleep, I don’t want to play, but no ones support me so almost very gals are playing. The game is fun but I am so “lucky” again that I actually guess the correct number again. (I should buy 4D) and have to Sebastian forehead (so embarrassed). (Maybe he did like it but I also feel not good too…but here have to say sorry to drag you down in the game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly to close ending, we reached the Singapore terminal and got caught for smuggling bubble gem. Lucky the police officer lets me go, or else how can I still sit down here typing and updating my Blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all it is a memory and experiences. Thank all for making this trips a wonderful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110381473784581551?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110381473784581551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110381473784581551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110381473784581551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110381473784581551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2004/12/summary-for-kl-trip-date-of-kl-26-nov.html' title='Summary for the KL Trip (Date of KL: 26 Nov – 28 Nov)'/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110256420856551432</id><published>2004-12-08T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T19:50:08.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/640/Header.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/320/Header.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISBL LOGO&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110256420856551432?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110256420856551432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110256420856551432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110256420856551432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110256420856551432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2004/12/isbl-logo.html' title=''/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110256356532570747</id><published>2004-12-08T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T19:39:25.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Times a day……..</title><content type='html'>I don’t know how to start on my BLOG as it been too long never updated. Now where should I start, I still ponder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19 Nov Div 1 Semi Final UWC 48 def RP 8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, the last match with UWC, the last Semi Final but the first time they score 40 points above us. It is a tough game or I admit is that we still don’t have that skills and coordination in order to trash them, however from the games for all ISBL, this school is the one whom the players have both sportsmanship and team spirit. I am angry, yes very angry in this match that I smile throughout the match, because there is someone who return and been “turnover” a lot of time whenever she got the ball. Yah…I am also lack of skills but I did tried my best to block as many opposes as well as getting the rebound. Hah…this is the worse game we had played, 40 points we lose. Everyone in the team was sad and disheartened. But I believe that we will snatch back our win if we train together and fight as a team and face the next challenge IVP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110256356532570747?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110256356532570747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110256356532570747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110256356532570747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110256356532570747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2004/12/many-times-day.html' title='Many Times a day……..'/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110050236340889337</id><published>2004-11-14T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T23:06:03.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Older I am… The More I Treasure Friendships….</title><content type='html'>La… Last Friday, I had a wonderful surprise. This is the first time that I receive blessing from my basketball friends for my birthday which held at last Sunday. I am as touched as this is also my first time receiving two roses. One from the hand of Nana (best scorer as well as player in the team), another one from Willy (friendly guy player also our gals’ team buddy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day is just as usual, a very stressful day because I need to do the solution practically. I really feel busy that I wanted to tell Ming , can I don’t go for the basketball meeting as I scared I did not have enough time to finish the task I suppose to do. However, Fang, Nana and Ming keep on persuade me to go and I felt weird, very weird, as I don’t understand what basketball meeting Fang held that needs to be so rush? Without a second moment, I surrender and agree that I will be there in 5 minutes time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing the stairs is always so tired; I met Ming on the way going to container 9. Yah right she is the one coming down to “fetch” me because I am always the latest among all. Remember that I kept asking her why so rush and she just say don’t know. I felt quite eager to go off because my task is not finish but I have to know what is going on, on the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man so touched, when that time Ming open the door, I am shocked and don’t know what to say or even how to express my feeling on spot. Nearly all the basketball player were standing there holding the cake, just there singing “Happy Birthday Song” to me. I don’t know what happened, that time my mind just went blank. So all I do was to smile delightedly and I forget what I said…. Even Ping (the busy person of all came down and celebrate with me) and Ming (the one buy me all these surprises).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here THANKS to all my basketball friends as well as my beloved Ming, Nana, Ping, and Fang and so on… With the additional sudden surprise given by Willy, I felt that I am very fortunate to have them as my friends. Although the birthday celebration doesn’t last long, I feel very happy, the happiest time in my life. For what they have done to me, I will treasure this friendship and hope it will last till the end. Hah… now I have promoted to an “Aunty”, I am old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishes are “hope that we will win once in IVP as well as friendship forever”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha… When that time I take the roses to my lab, the whole class thought that it was given by my boyfriend but I just tell them “No Lah” (smiling happily as I am delightful). Making Things Look fishy... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110050236340889337?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110050236340889337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110050236340889337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110050236340889337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110050236340889337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2004/11/older-i-am-more-i-treasure-friendships.html' title='The Older I am… The More I Treasure Friendships….'/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-110049863814884805</id><published>2004-11-14T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T22:03:58.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/640/P1010072.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/320/P1010072.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cake&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-110049863814884805?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/110049863814884805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=110049863814884805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110049863814884805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/110049863814884805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2004/11/cake.html' title=''/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-109982807941569094</id><published>2004-11-07T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T03:47:59.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I suppose to do? What if…</title><content type='html'>Wow… it has been a long time since I last update my BLOG. Everything seems to be fine but I am really very disappointed about myself. Wednesday, 3rd of November, RP had the last match with UWC (which I thought). I have been training hard so that I am able to improve my skill and stamina. However when that day comes, I did not do well in both my defense and attack. I am totally a useless dumb as I didn’t use what I have learnt in the match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match is just like an examination which is the time we proved to the coach for our skills and the time we collected our result. And for the previous matches I have had played, I realized that I am still unqualified to be a school basketball player. Because even the one who did not come for training, done much better than I am. I think no matter how I hard try, I just don’t get it on the match. Maybe I guess it is time for me to request the coach not to let me play in school team as I will definitely be the one who cause the whole team to go down. With addition of Ping, Nana, Fang, Hazel, Erushi and Ming… and so on, I think it is enough for the basketball victory. Of course, I will not leave the team, but I will support and cheer for them in my heart “Keep it UP, all of you”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVP is coming on January and Monday, the coach will select the school basketball team players. I do hope that the coach will not choose me. Not because I am coward but because my standard is just not there yet to be one of them. I know my limit well and know what is good and what is bad for the team. Without me, maybe I am able to ask Jian Fei and Michelle to join back to the team. They have a better wining percentage than I have and for my own opinion, I agree with the coach and Ben that the best players stand more chances of wining. However if I am been selected, although I am excited, I will be stress. I scared that what if I did not do well again, what if I did not achieve the expectation of what the coach and myself wants and what if  I cause the opposes to score in the points which leads to their victory, what if…? I don’t want to be demoralizer to the team neither to be the dumber.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me prayed: I hope that the coach will has a better and wiser choice in selecting for the school team players, choose those who can benefit the team and victory but not those (like me) who will pull the team down. I want the team to snatch the wins, for victory, for themselves, for the coach and for Republic Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-109982807941569094?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/109982807941569094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=109982807941569094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/109982807941569094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/109982807941569094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-am-i-suppose-to-do-what-if.html' title='What am I suppose to do? 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They are talented and intelligent as most of them already have a very powerful background of IT. When the day problem is given, I do not need to worry about how to develop the solution as they can just develop the day answer without second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;However, on the other hand, most of them are selfish. Most did not like to share their solution as well as the processing of developing it. In my point of view, most of them are like competitor. Once you are behind of them, you are a loser and they will not treat you as one of them which increase my stressfulness. Maybe someday I will be the one end up in Mental Hospital and become bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this class, I felt that I am an odd person because I like to help those who are not able to obtain the solution. What’s the reason? The reason is sample, as I will have the day whereby I am in trouble of creating the answer, so I will also like someone to give his or her helping hand to me. In addition, I felt that friends should be the one who are willing to help each other no matter they are clever or stupid. But there are some idiot people who don’t like to share or help and what make me fed up is that, there is one (toad) who does nothing but blame me for giving the solution to others.  Alright, I admit that I was wrong and felt sorry to the one who created the solution but he (toad) should not be the one putting blame on me, the one who is qualify is the original programmer. So that time I felt really frustrated and annoyed to see his face and wish that I have a pile of shit and “whack” them on his face and tell him “you make me sick”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, we have training on 3 days. Monday, we have physical training. Tuesday, we have own training. Thursday, we have actual training with the coach and there is an improvement in our attendant. I am grated to see that everyone started to be keen in basketball again although sometime we have misinterpretation in what each other is trying to say, we all are still friends and best buddies in the team so don’t angry with each other. Now all I can say is “Everyone keep this up”. We will be having another match with Overseas Family School again tomorrow and I hope that we can do our very best and snatch away their win and revenge for what they have done in the previous match. Therefore I hope everyone to take care and sleep well. “Tomorrow, we shall fight against our victory”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-109861602299595073?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/109861602299595073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=109861602299595073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/109861602299595073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/109861602299595073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-life-is-extension-of-my-thoughts.html' title='“My life is an extension of my thoughts and I can never escape from myself.”'/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-109844999116957961</id><published>2004-10-22T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T05:59:51.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/640/dark.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1976/320/dark.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-109844999116957961?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/109844999116957961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=109844999116957961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/109844999116957961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/109844999116957961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2004/10/dark.html' title=''/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-109782747391720245</id><published>2004-10-15T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T01:04:33.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Semester ....Stressful + Confused + Depressed + Friendship!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the 5th day after the new 2nd semester started. Every module is either tough or difficult. I feel very stressful in this semester as there is a combination of Java, Visual Basic Net, ASP Net as well as Database.  So every night I will ponder and ask myself: “Will I survive?” &lt;br /&gt;What’s now? I start to MISS my pervious modules… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, there are a lot of unpleasant thing happened in Basketball IG. Everything seems to “block” or stop our girls’ team from going further and everything seems to get more and more confusing. No matter how hard we train, we try, our luck just don’t stand on our side. I wonder why but I have no answer… Maybe there is some cruse or what, I feel asphyxiated. After that pervious incident, our basketball advisor is going to leave us. Not for the guys’ team but for the girls’ team. At first I am totally depressed as I don’t know how come a guy would be so petty over thing and felt that I really going to give up all my hope on this IG. Lucky my cutest Yiming explained the reasons that lie behind… which help me to balance up my emotion. Actually there are both good and bad about the basketball advisor: he is good when he encouraged us on our match, teach us and improve on our tactic when the coach is not available and did quite a lot to the basketball team. However on the other hand, he is bias for the ones who have highest position in the team or the so call “best” players. I know that all basketball advisor wants the best players to play for the match as they can increase the percentage of wining but to me, it is not fair to those who tries very hard but was been out cast at the very end. Well, of course I am not saying myself because I know my standard and limits. Therefore I just don’t wish to see my friends who used to train so hard but can’t play on the match. In addition, sometime he is as sarcastic as he is comparing me to another person. As a player for the school, everyone in the team hopes and wishes to get the jersey that they wanted. But for this “good” basketball advisor, we not only neither get our number correct nor size correct because he always say: “I set (decided)”. Comparing to the guys’ team, I felt that he is not attentive to the girls’ team. Perhaps because guys’ team has a best wining chances than girls. Yah that’s true so I have no comment for that.&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am looking forward to see who’s going to be our new basketball advisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we have a match against Germany School. This is the worst match I have play as I did not do well in my part. I AM SORRY to all my team players as I felt that I have let them down and was partly my fault to cause them to lose the game. All the opponents are tall but they have sportsmanship which I think is better than OFS players. 20:11 this was our score. Of course the best scorer is our Vic- captain Ah fang. I know that our coach is quite sad with us as we did not do well. I AM SORRY again and I felt very depressed. On that evening, our basketball advisor is there too. I am shocked that he is cheering and encouraged us when we are playing. Although he did not shout loudly but I did hear it: “GOOD SHOOT, Defend so on and so forth… On that moment, I admit that I actually want to go to him and clear our misunderstanding, break the silent for the team. But I don’t know how to start and where to start so I just keep quiet. I appreciate him for what he has done, this is the first time I felt that, actually he is not as bad as I have thought.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, girls’ team went out to have dinner together: Yiming, Nana, Ah fang, Erushi, Hazel, Wan chin, Jack, Angela except Angel, Jaihui, Shelly and Yunru. We chat a lot and joke around. This is the first time that I felt that the team unites as one. One United. Our friendship seems to improve rapidly with a blink on the eyes. We point out the weakest on the match and listen to the advice given by each other. I have a great time with them as we did not have any conflict. There is one thing I agree with Nana, she said that: “Don’t think too much of our basketball advisor quitting, maybe we will be better with the new basketball advisor.” Her word is very calming and I felt that she is right. After that night, I think for a long time, now my motivation is starting to come back and I am sure that with a united team adding with good friendship players, we can fight or overcome any obstacle that comes along. I do hope that my team will not dispended and also hope that our friendship will still continue no matter where we are in the future. &lt;br /&gt;Friendship Forever!!!! : P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633715-109782747391720245?l=carolinemonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/feeds/109782747391720245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633715&amp;postID=109782747391720245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/109782747391720245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633715/posts/default/109782747391720245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinemonk.blogspot.com/2004/10/2nd-semester-stressful-confused.html' title='2nd Semester ....Stressful + Confused + Depressed + Friendship!!'/><author><name>carolinemonk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306802512993142716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633715.post-109721846638653858</id><published>2004-10-07T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T21:06:29.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT's Goin ON???</title><content type='html'>Well, dis is my firs time posting......so where should i start??? I have joined the basketball team since last year, which is the firs time i want to do some thing in sport. Hum...everything seems okay till the day , i started disagree wif my basketball advisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things started getting to be out of control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that playing basketball is a team work which everyone contribute and cooperate together as one. However what i think was wrong, TOTALLY wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember in my conversation wif my basketball advisor, we have this "disagreement" wif each other about both our player and jersey...Yah as i am "ONI" a player , i know that i have no right to say anything regarding about basketball but all i wan to say is "A good basketball team need good team work wif all the players cooperate and develop "MO QI" with each other"...and what he say was he juz wan best players and not team...So i have a communication break down wif him. I admit that i am quite useless in the team compare to one of my frenz who use to be "ZHONG FENG" last year...but...but i already tried my best to train up my stamina, attending all training if possible...so what he wants more from me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reali dun understand his thinkin.... if he reali wants all the best players to be back and without any cooperation since they never attend any trainin wif us...fine...fine for me...juz dun blame the rest of the player when we lose the match.....N PLZ DUN Push the BLAME to OTHERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is goin ON??? What the Hell is goin on....Can some one kindly tell me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the match was SUCK... playing rough in basketball is acceptable..but i dun think that the "oppos" can beat us whenever the referee didn see... Not only they beat my team players but they also kick some of them...I thought that foreign school players muz be more educated but i reali cant imagined that they actually scolding F**K here and there throughout the match... Don the "oppos" have sportmanship?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH i forgot..(- _ -lll) they are women not men so they dun have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what make me fedup is that my basketball advisor say that "they beat u, u muz tell urself u r not in pain"...god man!!! We are the one who is been beaten not him...so why not he go down himself and been beaten by them.... They are not playing in a fair way whereby rough is acceptable but not beating others up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am very dishearted...as though we lose them by 3 points, our basketball advisor scold us for been attitude... yesterday some of my team player are not in good condition, one have fever, the other injure her ankle and one nearly vomiting... so we have proven that we play our best as the "oppos" is all "Gaint and violent"...we oni have 8 to 9 players for the match and what he expect??? Hai... i reali have no comment already... ya.. right yesterday we don have any "star" players whom he likes so he pin point at us and scold us in their court....Oh plz ...we will be having 2nd match with the same old people and yesterday he is not only humiliating us but our school reputation...&lt;br /&gt;And now all i have to do is juz KEEP QUIET and waiting for the best players to return and giv up my jersey to them.... as i am feeling quite hopless after yesterday... I reali do hope that we can fight and win that foreign school and prove that we are useful with our team work without the "star" players playing... And prove to the foreign that we are more educated and have higher sportmanship.... 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