"I bet it sucks to be you right now."
Well, it's been more than a week since I last posted. A lot of things happened in this period of time. Some are unpleasant, as always. I wanted to post about them but time and fatigue didn't allow me to do so. Anyways, I've had my O-Level English Oral Examinations today. It was reasonably simple, but I didn't capitalised on it. I stuttered a little, didn't make clear expressions and explanations, took 7 seconds to think of something. What's done is done, gotta look forward. The prelims are around the corner. Well, it's next week. Guess I gotta start my revision or else it's too late...
I certainly hate cheaters. Cheaters in the sense that they would do anything in order to win. Or maybe to fulfill their desires. Cheating in games are strictly disallowed, coz' it ain't fair to the other players. Yes, it is not fair. But the kind of cheaters I am zooming into, is the relationship cheaters. Two-Timers, Womanizers, Casanovas... Call them whatever you want. They are cheaters. In this teenage era, there are a lot of cases similar to these. Couples break up, and the one who got cheated of his/her love gets hurt most. One such case would be that a person originally don't love a person, but he/she accepted the other's confession and became a couple just for his/her entertainment. And when there's no more chemistry, or they are no longer in good terms, they just break up. The other person who truly has feelings for him/her gets hurt, coz' he/her is not even serious about this relationship. "It's just for fun". Why go into a relationship in the first place when you are not even serious about it? "It's just for fun"??? Another example would be the two-timers. I suppose it's self-explanatory. It's never right.
Sometimes I wonder whether I am a prophet (well as in a descriptive noun only, I mean nothing else), coz' things I predicted often come true. I don't mean things like the scores of a soccer match, the digits of the lottery etc. I mean things that gotta do with my life and people around me. There's this friend of mine who recently broke up with her boyfriend. He three-timed. Now that's a BIG cheater. Before they broke up, he did something really despicable. He took a wallet of another friend and acted like he knew nothing about it. He was caught in the end. From then onwards, I predicted that my friend and him won't last long. Coz' he's a.... I don't wanna say the word. I knew that he was not a good guy but those things he did made everyone, including his best friends, despise and disacknowledged him. He was shunned by the entire cohort. After he was found three-timing, I knew. It's over. He deserved every bit of it. I really pity him sometimes. I wonder whether he have realised his mistakes and changed himself.
"You said she is the best thing you ever had, but now it seems that the song is talking about you. She is the best thing you never had."
Utakata Hanabi
Sasuke x Sakura
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Retaliate
Try looking into that place where you dare not look! You'll find me there, staring out at you! - Paul-Muad'dib
Sorry for being unable to post anything during this period of time. The ZhuHai people left last week. Arrive on Sunday, Depart on Saturday. What a joke. We've had good times, and I certainly hope that we could meet again soon. Also, I've gotten back my Common Test results. It was only average, or maybe a little below average. Whatever you call it, it's a wake-up call for me.
Heard about a famous quote that goes "Even a mouse would bite a cat when cornered"? Seriously, when all the bullies, the baddies and those people who just won't give in, are ever gonna stop pushing someone to their limits? When these people retaliate, you will regret your actions. They may appear "small", "insignificant", "weak", and "will not deal much damage", "small fries" or just plain inferior. But when you push them all the way, someday they will push back. Hard, without holding back. I dislike people who is in the wrong, yet strongly insists that they are right, to the extent that they defend themselves by calling the other one wrong. Especially seniors. Especially parents. Some parents see their own children like children and not a thinking individual. In fact, most parents see it that way. I have had a heated argument with my mother. I've asked her for a shoe box to place my basketball shoes so that I could bring it out to play Basketball at another place. I did want to risk wearing my basketball shoes and walking it all the way to my destination, in case it would loosen the grip. Then my mother just insisted that it was because of the pair of shoes being too small for my foot and that I did not want to wear it because it would hurt (which is utter bullshit). She directly and indirectly blamed me for buying the shoes "recklessly" without checking the size (which I did). This was not the first time. This is not even the tenth time. As far as I could remember, she has this "size" problem since I was Primary One. Clothes, shoes, accessories, belts, jeans etc. Everything she buys, she buys at least a size number bigger than what fits me. There's a occasion when she bought me a 36 size school pants. I almost slapped her for that utter humiliation for wearing that big pants to school. I seriously am furious about this. I think "furious" is an understatement. This time, I've totally lost it. No longer am I gonna just keep quiet about this. She has to realise that I am no pushover. I am not just a kid. I am an individual. We quarrelled. But only I am making sense. She was trying to force logic into her illogical words. Yet, she claimed she was right, and she was 'teaching' me. There, she was victorious. Only because I am kind and stop arguing back. I completely hate this kind of people. "Try looking into the place where you dare not look! Try looking into the future. You'll find me there, staring out at you! At that moment, you will wish that you had never done me wrong like you did now. You will regret. You will beg. By then, even I'm not sure whether I will forgive you, or just take my revenge which I have so desired since young." This is for you, mother. I will retaliate.
Sorry for being unable to post anything during this period of time. The ZhuHai people left last week. Arrive on Sunday, Depart on Saturday. What a joke. We've had good times, and I certainly hope that we could meet again soon. Also, I've gotten back my Common Test results. It was only average, or maybe a little below average. Whatever you call it, it's a wake-up call for me.
Heard about a famous quote that goes "Even a mouse would bite a cat when cornered"? Seriously, when all the bullies, the baddies and those people who just won't give in, are ever gonna stop pushing someone to their limits? When these people retaliate, you will regret your actions. They may appear "small", "insignificant", "weak", and "will not deal much damage", "small fries" or just plain inferior. But when you push them all the way, someday they will push back. Hard, without holding back. I dislike people who is in the wrong, yet strongly insists that they are right, to the extent that they defend themselves by calling the other one wrong. Especially seniors. Especially parents. Some parents see their own children like children and not a thinking individual. In fact, most parents see it that way. I have had a heated argument with my mother. I've asked her for a shoe box to place my basketball shoes so that I could bring it out to play Basketball at another place. I did want to risk wearing my basketball shoes and walking it all the way to my destination, in case it would loosen the grip. Then my mother just insisted that it was because of the pair of shoes being too small for my foot and that I did not want to wear it because it would hurt (which is utter bullshit). She directly and indirectly blamed me for buying the shoes "recklessly" without checking the size (which I did). This was not the first time. This is not even the tenth time. As far as I could remember, she has this "size" problem since I was Primary One. Clothes, shoes, accessories, belts, jeans etc. Everything she buys, she buys at least a size number bigger than what fits me. There's a occasion when she bought me a 36 size school pants. I almost slapped her for that utter humiliation for wearing that big pants to school. I seriously am furious about this. I think "furious" is an understatement. This time, I've totally lost it. No longer am I gonna just keep quiet about this. She has to realise that I am no pushover. I am not just a kid. I am an individual. We quarrelled. But only I am making sense. She was trying to force logic into her illogical words. Yet, she claimed she was right, and she was 'teaching' me. There, she was victorious. Only because I am kind and stop arguing back. I completely hate this kind of people. "Try looking into the place where you dare not look! Try looking into the future. You'll find me there, staring out at you! At that moment, you will wish that you had never done me wrong like you did now. You will regret. You will beg. By then, even I'm not sure whether I will forgive you, or just take my revenge which I have so desired since young." This is for you, mother. I will retaliate.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Reunion
"If you did not experience the pain and sadness of leaving someone, you will not experience the joy and relief of seeing each other again."
Remember what I've wrote on 'Spooky Feed #30"(one of my previous posts)? They are here again. Finally, after waiting for about 8 months, they have arrived? The ZhuHai group had arrived in Singapore two days ago. As most of us went to fetch them from their flight and finally meeting them for the 1st time in 8 months, we were excited. When we rushed all the way to the terminal and eagerly waiting for their arrival, we all were thinking whether they have changed, whether they recall how we all looked like, whether they remembered the days when we were hanging out together back in ZhuHai in our exchange trip there, what should we say when we meet them... When we caught the glimpse of their trademark school sweater-uniform, blue and white, we all knew. They have finally arrived. When they passed the custom examination, got their luggages and walking towards the exit, where we all were waiting, all hearts leaped. The moment we've all been waiting for. There we go, all the hugs, the smiles, the usual chats, "I miss you" talks and more. People from both sides have already taken out their cameras and snapping photos everywhere with their buddies. My buddy and I have each other a hug and began chatting about the nostalgic stuff and so on. We have finally reunited, even if it's only for a short while. They have came to our school for their turn in the exchange trip, and the Secondary 3s are hosting them. We have all promised them to give them an unforgettable experience here in Singapore. But deep inside our hearts, we are all aware. Aware of the fact that when they leave in 4 days time, we might not be able to have the chance to meet each other again.
Remember what I've wrote on 'Spooky Feed #30"(one of my previous posts)? They are here again. Finally, after waiting for about 8 months, they have arrived? The ZhuHai group had arrived in Singapore two days ago. As most of us went to fetch them from their flight and finally meeting them for the 1st time in 8 months, we were excited. When we rushed all the way to the terminal and eagerly waiting for their arrival, we all were thinking whether they have changed, whether they recall how we all looked like, whether they remembered the days when we were hanging out together back in ZhuHai in our exchange trip there, what should we say when we meet them... When we caught the glimpse of their trademark school sweater-uniform, blue and white, we all knew. They have finally arrived. When they passed the custom examination, got their luggages and walking towards the exit, where we all were waiting, all hearts leaped. The moment we've all been waiting for. There we go, all the hugs, the smiles, the usual chats, "I miss you" talks and more. People from both sides have already taken out their cameras and snapping photos everywhere with their buddies. My buddy and I have each other a hug and began chatting about the nostalgic stuff and so on. We have finally reunited, even if it's only for a short while. They have came to our school for their turn in the exchange trip, and the Secondary 3s are hosting them. We have all promised them to give them an unforgettable experience here in Singapore. But deep inside our hearts, we are all aware. Aware of the fact that when they leave in 4 days time, we might not be able to have the chance to meet each other again.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Respect
Never take a person's dignity: It's worth everything to them, and nothing to you. - Frank Barron
I've been saving this word from a long time till the right moment to post it as a blog post. This word is very meaningful to me, at the very least, and it is a very powerful word. Respect, like love, can't be measured. Well, there ain't any S.I units for the measurement of Respect. It can't be like, you have "50cm^3 of Respect". Neither can it be, you have "50 tons of Respect". The only way to measure it is to count how many people respect you, maybe for your intelligence, your quick wits, your leadership capability, or your athletic skills for instance. If you're respected by a certain somebody for a certain something, you're respected by that certain somebody for a certain something. It's that simple. However, there's not many people who is in this world who can respect everybody he/she has encountered in his/her life. The respect I'm talking about now is the general respect that every human being at the very least should have. You may hate him/her, love him/her, being not close to him/her, not understanding him/her and so on... But there should be that essential and minimum amount of respect you should have for him/her. A couple of months ago, Three buddies and I were playing Basketball at the basketball court somewhere near to my house. We know we definitely ain't good players, we're not even close. But there's no reason we should be looked down on, humiliated, and thought to be only "small fries" and nothing else. However, a group of guys perhaps one or two years older than us, did the exact same things I've mentioned above. We were just playing, they asked for a match, between us and them, and the match starts. They just ignore our defense, play and trick around us, making us look like clowns, and just spam 3-pointers. They get the rebounds, pass them back out to the 3-point line and continue shooting. They don't even want the easy 2 points. They just shoot 3-pointers. They are obviously better, and we are obviously thrashed. They are not even playing seriously, humiliating us like that. If that happens to you, how will you feel? Today, a similar event happened. It's me together with another three friends (I also don't get why there's always FOUR of us), we were also playing Basketball, and a group of four wearing school basketball team jerseys, wearing official basketball shoes and basketball equipment, all save one guy, came in and asked for a match, obviously picking on us coz' we looked weak in basketball skills (Don't ask me why, coz 'this kind of stuff always happen), and we accepted just for the fun. They begin with one guy who always shoots 3-pointer (he kinda really suck at it, even his teammates acknowledged that), another guy that we know as a very pro player, two others rather unknown. Only the guy who always 3 pointers spam 3 pointers this time, while the others are rather strong. They also ain't playing seriously, until we are quite close to winning, then one guy says "Play seriously now". The first match we lost by 2 points (A basket coz' one basket in meant 2 points), and we eventually won the second match. I mean seriously, why do all these people play like that, fooling around, making beautiful but difficult lay-ups when they can just keep it simple and win the match easily? This does not just apply to only sports and games, but rather giving chances to your opponent to allow them to have a decent chance to win when you know they are "too weak" for you. Picking on people who are obviously below your level may be already considered as a cowardly approach to some. Not respecting them in the game or event, no matter how lousy they might be in the game, unless he/she shows utterly no sportsmanship at all and is really someone who deserves it, does not make you a winner. It only makes you a winner without any glory. And, a winner without glory might as well be considered a "loser". Respect begets Respect. These people definitely don't deserve respect from me.
I've been saving this word from a long time till the right moment to post it as a blog post. This word is very meaningful to me, at the very least, and it is a very powerful word. Respect, like love, can't be measured. Well, there ain't any S.I units for the measurement of Respect. It can't be like, you have "50cm^3 of Respect". Neither can it be, you have "50 tons of Respect". The only way to measure it is to count how many people respect you, maybe for your intelligence, your quick wits, your leadership capability, or your athletic skills for instance. If you're respected by a certain somebody for a certain something, you're respected by that certain somebody for a certain something. It's that simple. However, there's not many people who is in this world who can respect everybody he/she has encountered in his/her life. The respect I'm talking about now is the general respect that every human being at the very least should have. You may hate him/her, love him/her, being not close to him/her, not understanding him/her and so on... But there should be that essential and minimum amount of respect you should have for him/her. A couple of months ago, Three buddies and I were playing Basketball at the basketball court somewhere near to my house. We know we definitely ain't good players, we're not even close. But there's no reason we should be looked down on, humiliated, and thought to be only "small fries" and nothing else. However, a group of guys perhaps one or two years older than us, did the exact same things I've mentioned above. We were just playing, they asked for a match, between us and them, and the match starts. They just ignore our defense, play and trick around us, making us look like clowns, and just spam 3-pointers. They get the rebounds, pass them back out to the 3-point line and continue shooting. They don't even want the easy 2 points. They just shoot 3-pointers. They are obviously better, and we are obviously thrashed. They are not even playing seriously, humiliating us like that. If that happens to you, how will you feel? Today, a similar event happened. It's me together with another three friends (I also don't get why there's always FOUR of us), we were also playing Basketball, and a group of four wearing school basketball team jerseys, wearing official basketball shoes and basketball equipment, all save one guy, came in and asked for a match, obviously picking on us coz' we looked weak in basketball skills (Don't ask me why, coz 'this kind of stuff always happen), and we accepted just for the fun. They begin with one guy who always shoots 3-pointer (he kinda really suck at it, even his teammates acknowledged that), another guy that we know as a very pro player, two others rather unknown. Only the guy who always 3 pointers spam 3 pointers this time, while the others are rather strong. They also ain't playing seriously, until we are quite close to winning, then one guy says "Play seriously now". The first match we lost by 2 points (A basket coz' one basket in meant 2 points), and we eventually won the second match. I mean seriously, why do all these people play like that, fooling around, making beautiful but difficult lay-ups when they can just keep it simple and win the match easily? This does not just apply to only sports and games, but rather giving chances to your opponent to allow them to have a decent chance to win when you know they are "too weak" for you. Picking on people who are obviously below your level may be already considered as a cowardly approach to some. Not respecting them in the game or event, no matter how lousy they might be in the game, unless he/she shows utterly no sportsmanship at all and is really someone who deserves it, does not make you a winner. It only makes you a winner without any glory. And, a winner without glory might as well be considered a "loser". Respect begets Respect. These people definitely don't deserve respect from me.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Repress
No sweeteners will cloak some forms of bitterness. If it tastes bitter, spit it out. That's what our earliest ancestors did. - The Coda
I'd just realised that my previous post was my 77th post. 7 is my favourite number. I can find many 7's in my life. Anyways, I've been busy so I didn't post up till now. Common Test 2 is right up, and the Preliminary Examinations is next month. Gotta work hard, gotta stay focused, gotta perservere through it all.
How many times have you ever repress your feelings, emotions, words and expressions? Exactly how many times? What's the reason behind each of them? I'm pretty sure everyone of us have repressed ourselves for a certain occasion or event. Maybe it's because that you did not want someone to realise your thoughts or emotions. Like maybe in a game of Chess, you did not want your opponent to know that their "king" piece is at risk of getting checkmated so you repressed your smile and anxiety. Maybe in a game of poker where you did not want your opponents to be able to read your moves and the strength of your cards, whether you're bluffing or not, so you put on a poker face, giving a blank expression. Maybe you repress your emotions because so that a certain someone would not know how you felt and lead to undesirable consequences. For several reasons, we humans have all repress our emotions. Babies and Toddlers are the exceptions, cause' they did not care what would happen. If they feel happy, they will just giggle, or make a big smiley face. If they are hurt, they will just cry over the pain and hope that someone will comfort them and fix their "injuries". If they are angry, they will just throw tantrums, fool around and show their dislike for something. If they are scared, they will just cry and hide from the fear. To stop yourselves from expressing what you really feel may be a good decision depending on the circumstances but it's definitely not healthy and it may result in undesirable events. In cases like being around friends and you keep all the unhappiness in between you and all your friends is definitely not a good idea as it does not just leave the problem unresolved and it is likely to lead to more misunderstandings, incurring heated arguements, till the time when you or them just can't take it any longer and would have resulted in breaking the friendship ties and never really communicate with one another again. In similar cases, you should settle down and talk to the people involved about your feelings and you all will work together to solve the problems and prevent similar cases to occur again within the group. Keeping our true feelings to ourselves could lead to several bad outcomes. In a larger and global scale, this could have resulted in failure of a certain policy, deteriorating relations amongst countries, and even war. If only things were as simple as the ancient times where we are very honest in all things that we do. But things are never that simple.
I'd just realised that my previous post was my 77th post. 7 is my favourite number. I can find many 7's in my life. Anyways, I've been busy so I didn't post up till now. Common Test 2 is right up, and the Preliminary Examinations is next month. Gotta work hard, gotta stay focused, gotta perservere through it all.
How many times have you ever repress your feelings, emotions, words and expressions? Exactly how many times? What's the reason behind each of them? I'm pretty sure everyone of us have repressed ourselves for a certain occasion or event. Maybe it's because that you did not want someone to realise your thoughts or emotions. Like maybe in a game of Chess, you did not want your opponent to know that their "king" piece is at risk of getting checkmated so you repressed your smile and anxiety. Maybe in a game of poker where you did not want your opponents to be able to read your moves and the strength of your cards, whether you're bluffing or not, so you put on a poker face, giving a blank expression. Maybe you repress your emotions because so that a certain someone would not know how you felt and lead to undesirable consequences. For several reasons, we humans have all repress our emotions. Babies and Toddlers are the exceptions, cause' they did not care what would happen. If they feel happy, they will just giggle, or make a big smiley face. If they are hurt, they will just cry over the pain and hope that someone will comfort them and fix their "injuries". If they are angry, they will just throw tantrums, fool around and show their dislike for something. If they are scared, they will just cry and hide from the fear. To stop yourselves from expressing what you really feel may be a good decision depending on the circumstances but it's definitely not healthy and it may result in undesirable events. In cases like being around friends and you keep all the unhappiness in between you and all your friends is definitely not a good idea as it does not just leave the problem unresolved and it is likely to lead to more misunderstandings, incurring heated arguements, till the time when you or them just can't take it any longer and would have resulted in breaking the friendship ties and never really communicate with one another again. In similar cases, you should settle down and talk to the people involved about your feelings and you all will work together to solve the problems and prevent similar cases to occur again within the group. Keeping our true feelings to ourselves could lead to several bad outcomes. In a larger and global scale, this could have resulted in failure of a certain policy, deteriorating relations amongst countries, and even war. If only things were as simple as the ancient times where we are very honest in all things that we do. But things are never that simple.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Restrict
Fear is the father of courage and the mother of safety. - Henry H. Tweedy
Fear is one silly thing. Fear can do lots of stuff. Or rather, Fear can make us do a lot of stuff. Fear of doing badly for our exams make us study and prepare for it. Fear of getting lectured by our teachers or getting punished make us do and submit our work punctually. Fear of getting caught of having longer hair than expected(for a male student in the school rules), make us panic and get a haircut. Fear can make us check ourselves to be safe at all times and cleared for a "dangerous" action/event like abseiling. Fear can make us take precautions and be cautious to our surroundings. Generally the "good" side of what Fear can make us do. However, Fear can make us do "bad" stuff too. People may feel insecure as they fear that their loved ones would cheat/abandon them, leading to certain actions and events. People may distrust and get suspicious at someone because they fear that they might use them or badmouth them or steal their position (like at work). Fear can make us "destroy" things that can pose a threat to our safety or something/someone we care about. Fear can also make us run away from our problems, refusing to face them.
Fear can make us do a lot of stuff, but it can also make us NOT do a lot of stuff. Fear can make us stop playing games or slacking when the exams are near. Fear can make us not charge into any situation without any preparations and precautions. That's about the good side. Fear can make us not do something or say something to someone because of the possible and undesirable consequences, letting the chance slip by and never come back again. Fear can make us to not be forward-looking and dwell on the past. Fear can cause us to not make the correct yet tough decision, wanting an easy way out.
Fear keeps us safe, yet Fear restricts us. A shield that would block everything out, and lock everything in. If we can't overcome fear, we would not be able to take the first step. Then the second step. Followed by the third. And the fourth. And so on. Some kinds of fear lasts for seconds, some for lifetimes. We should FEAR and NOT FEAR at the same time. But can we differentiate when to fear? And what to fear?
Fear is one silly thing. Fear can do lots of stuff. Or rather, Fear can make us do a lot of stuff. Fear of doing badly for our exams make us study and prepare for it. Fear of getting lectured by our teachers or getting punished make us do and submit our work punctually. Fear of getting caught of having longer hair than expected(for a male student in the school rules), make us panic and get a haircut. Fear can make us check ourselves to be safe at all times and cleared for a "dangerous" action/event like abseiling. Fear can make us take precautions and be cautious to our surroundings. Generally the "good" side of what Fear can make us do. However, Fear can make us do "bad" stuff too. People may feel insecure as they fear that their loved ones would cheat/abandon them, leading to certain actions and events. People may distrust and get suspicious at someone because they fear that they might use them or badmouth them or steal their position (like at work). Fear can make us "destroy" things that can pose a threat to our safety or something/someone we care about. Fear can also make us run away from our problems, refusing to face them.
Fear can make us do a lot of stuff, but it can also make us NOT do a lot of stuff. Fear can make us stop playing games or slacking when the exams are near. Fear can make us not charge into any situation without any preparations and precautions. That's about the good side. Fear can make us not do something or say something to someone because of the possible and undesirable consequences, letting the chance slip by and never come back again. Fear can make us to not be forward-looking and dwell on the past. Fear can cause us to not make the correct yet tough decision, wanting an easy way out.
Fear keeps us safe, yet Fear restricts us. A shield that would block everything out, and lock everything in. If we can't overcome fear, we would not be able to take the first step. Then the second step. Followed by the third. And the fourth. And so on. Some kinds of fear lasts for seconds, some for lifetimes. We should FEAR and NOT FEAR at the same time. But can we differentiate when to fear? And what to fear?
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Reproach
Thinking you know why you behave as you do gives you all sorts of excuses for extraordinary behavior. - Duncan Idaho
It's been quite some time since I've posted; I AM made busy by the insane amount of holiday homework. Today, I've got my new pair of spectacles! Let's get to the main topic of this post.
After getting my pair of spectacles today, I went to ("Gasol")'s place and after a couple of minutes, went down to the usual basketball court that we always go to and started playing our favourite sport. After a few shootout practices and friendly matches, we saw a familiar figure heading towards our way. It's UIG (Un-Invited Guest), a nickame we placed on the usual guy who always seem to appear uninvited whenever we are there playing basketball. Lemme describe him. A rather "big" dude, just a little bit fleshy (I'm being honest here), a basketball team member of his school, rather skilled in the game. Okay, here comes the "bad" part. He's rude, rather vulgar, a sore-loser, doesn't know how to keep his "unhealthy" comments to himself and just says whatever he is thinking at the moment, mean, and ummm... fast-tempered (I'm also being honest)? Let's state this first. I don't really know him that much so I can't promise that whatever I have said about him is correct but that is what I can infer from how he behaves around us. I totally meant no offence, I'm not trying to rant and rave about how "bad" this guy is, but rather just an inference. This is the event that happened today. We were just having some shootout practice (I was resting at the moment), and one of us takes a shot. Very unfortunately the ball rebounded and hit the guy at almost "point-blank range". On the head. From his expression, and actions (and words he spat out after the hit), it definitely hurts. However, a few of us exchanged glances when he wasn't looking. Glances and expressions. A few gave secret grins, a few gave a "YES!" look. Regrettably, I was one of them. Even though we generally still show our concern by asking him about his injury, but in our hearts, we felt that he deserved it. After a couple of minutes, I began to feel sorry for him. Although I still don't really like him but I feel that feeling happy when someone got injured wasn't right at all. I gave myself a little reproach. But... He, still trying to recover from his minor injury, shouted at us.
He: "Who threw the ball!?"
One of us: "I wasn't even at this half of the court!"
He: "Who threw the ball!?"
Me: "I just stood up from the floor, I didn't shoot it."
Another one of us: "I was sitting down."
Another one of us: "I was walking around."
He really sounded furious at that moment, and we were afraid that he would do something to the person who accidentally caused his injury. Although his temper simmered down and finally closed the case, I was wondering whether any of us would reproach ourselves for feeling "joyous" (can't seem to find the right word) over his mishap. Should we? Should we not?
It's been quite some time since I've posted; I AM made busy by the insane amount of holiday homework. Today, I've got my new pair of spectacles! Let's get to the main topic of this post.
After getting my pair of spectacles today, I went to ("Gasol")'s place and after a couple of minutes, went down to the usual basketball court that we always go to and started playing our favourite sport. After a few shootout practices and friendly matches, we saw a familiar figure heading towards our way. It's UIG (Un-Invited Guest), a nickame we placed on the usual guy who always seem to appear uninvited whenever we are there playing basketball. Lemme describe him. A rather "big" dude, just a little bit fleshy (I'm being honest here), a basketball team member of his school, rather skilled in the game. Okay, here comes the "bad" part. He's rude, rather vulgar, a sore-loser, doesn't know how to keep his "unhealthy" comments to himself and just says whatever he is thinking at the moment, mean, and ummm... fast-tempered (I'm also being honest)? Let's state this first. I don't really know him that much so I can't promise that whatever I have said about him is correct but that is what I can infer from how he behaves around us. I totally meant no offence, I'm not trying to rant and rave about how "bad" this guy is, but rather just an inference. This is the event that happened today. We were just having some shootout practice (I was resting at the moment), and one of us takes a shot. Very unfortunately the ball rebounded and hit the guy at almost "point-blank range". On the head. From his expression, and actions (and words he spat out after the hit), it definitely hurts. However, a few of us exchanged glances when he wasn't looking. Glances and expressions. A few gave secret grins, a few gave a "YES!" look. Regrettably, I was one of them. Even though we generally still show our concern by asking him about his injury, but in our hearts, we felt that he deserved it. After a couple of minutes, I began to feel sorry for him. Although I still don't really like him but I feel that feeling happy when someone got injured wasn't right at all. I gave myself a little reproach. But... He, still trying to recover from his minor injury, shouted at us.
He: "Who threw the ball!?"
One of us: "I wasn't even at this half of the court!"
He: "Who threw the ball!?"
Me: "I just stood up from the floor, I didn't shoot it."
Another one of us: "I was sitting down."
Another one of us: "I was walking around."
He really sounded furious at that moment, and we were afraid that he would do something to the person who accidentally caused his injury. Although his temper simmered down and finally closed the case, I was wondering whether any of us would reproach ourselves for feeling "joyous" (can't seem to find the right word) over his mishap. Should we? Should we not?
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