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 Monday, 22 October 2012
"I need a time machine.. Oh.. Gimme a time machine.."

Have been feeling this urge to pen down (or in this case, type) my thoughts amidst the nostalgia mood in this wee hours of the night.




It all started when I downloaded this wallpaper app in my phone and began using it.
I found out some Slam Dunk basketball wallpapers. It was an old-school anime that I enjoyed as a young teenager.
And during my balling days, I liked these two particular guys in the series; Ryota Miyagi the PG, and Hisashi Mitsui the sharpshooter SG.


And then my mind drifted to my secondary school days. Everything was awesome.
Basketball, Kamen Riders, being the class clown, enjoying my studies, heartbreaks, brotherhood, and oh, FREE TIME.
Pretty much sums up all those days.


And as I went along and grew up a little,
Life gets progressively harder. True. Sometimes progressing exponentially even.
Maybe one of the definitions of maturity is the proper etiquette according to the society's norms that you have to wear it when you are out and about.
At least that's what I have come to discover on my own.
Heh, I remember I once wanted to forego my boisterous, immature attitude just because I wanted to impress this girl I liked back then.
Hahaha. What was I thinking.


But that's how I slowly unravelled the meaning of maturity. At least, one of the definitions.
'Cause I myself realised, that I now pretty much know what to show, yet at the same time still embracing the perpetually unchangeable kiddo inside of me.
It's still in there. Getting bored at times. I know I still have it.
It's just that I can't really show it anymore. It just doesn't fit for my survival.
All I hope is that I won't lose him. No matter what.





Because I believe that's what I truly want to be.
Because I realise that it's the best side of my pathetic self.
Because I know that's how happy I can be.






Wednesday, 3 October 2012
Retiring another companion of mine.

After what was a terribly wrong inter-class matches in SUTD today, I have made up my mind of a couple of things.


First,
I realised that I am no longer a baller like what I used to be, nor I could invest so much of my time for this fantastic game,
That the last time I played with my Hyperdunk Low Steve Nash was with the best team mates I could ever ask for - my 4E1 team mates,
That I no longer am fit to be playing under the name of such worthy NBA star like Steve Nash, my basketball role model,
That I am glad to just officially put the pair of the shoes on display, which is fortunately still in good condition.


I can just play the game leisurely in any sports attire from now on.
No more need for basketball jersey (I really miss wearing my school jersey),
No more need for the Baller ID rubber bands (which I used to wear every day especially during exam periods - the Respect/White, the Desire/Red, the Confidence/Black, all which have snapped broken in that order),
No more need to use my knee guard (which I used to wear to protect the ligament injury in my left knee, luckily. That wound has all healed up now, or so I hope),
And of course, no more need to be cruising the court in my Hyperdunk.



Haha not that I am a very good player in the first place,
I just feel quite emotional hanging up the sports I used to be so devoted to.
In fact I may even be just a kid without the basketball talent.






As for the second reason,
I don't think I am allowed to rant it over here,
And I want to puke my gut out by just thinking of it.
All I can say is that it is pure disgust and slyness.



So this is a reminder to my future self,
That when you go back home in Jakarta,
It's time to retrieve my shoes, polish it, and take care of it like a pair of ornaments. Haha.