Basketball Court

No, it’s not a five stars basketball court. No, it’s not a well-equipped-million-dollars indoor basketball court. It’s just an ordinary…No! not ordinary, it’s below ordinary basketball court; not a first-class court if you ask me, but that’s the place where I start to play basketball; that’s the place where I train, that’s the place where I shared the most laughter with my friends and that’s the place where I spend most of my teenage life. Frankly speaking, I love that place. Maybe it’ll sound absurd, but that’s the only place where I feel like I’m flying. But as ridiculous as it sound, I actually did fly there (not really fly la, but I did run and jump all I want there).

Speaking of flying, there is one time I really thought I was. I was doing a speeding lay-up but then my opponent chases me all the way from behind and blocks me. Of course he wasn’t able to block me, but his inertia knocked me up half a foot higher in the air; and surprisingly I touched the basketball ring. That’s the best lay-up I ever did; half a dunk leh. Why I say the best? Because it only happens once in so many basketball matches I ever played. Its miracle leh, the timing, the momentum, the physic and the chances are super low. That I can assure you hundred percent but I guess every miracle come with a sacrifice; I injured my lips darn bad, as in mouth part-lips; just in case you guys misunderstand cause I know you all will.

I had been away from Ipoh for quite some time now and every time when I’m back, I’ll surely stopover at the basketball court. Nonetheless things change a lot since the last time I played there. Let’s see what changed, why not start with SEAFOOD, SEAFOOD and SEAFOOD for instance. Hell yeah, those court is fully dominated by SEAFOOD; not crabs, not shrimps, not abalones but freaking SON OF LALAs (direct cantonese translation: lala chai).

If you have chance to go there, see for yourself how this LALA play. Don’t be surprise when you hear vulgar word during the game (never a technical foul given there); ‘your mother’, ‘his/her mother’ and ‘their mother’ are just too old school. Those LALA blend in culinary, technology, psychology and even politic in their vulgar word; in addition they also make it into short form. I just don’t get it for the first few times. For instance, “Tea Myanmar HKC”; for you it may sound like some bubble milk tea name (Myanmar’s Hong Kong Chinese Tea? You’re darn wrong!). It’s actually a vulgar word, all new school words. Let’s look at another example, “Fry Crab” (I know that’s common but how often people translate it into English and shoot you with it? High class LALA leh) or “Kentucky McB” (Yes Kentucky McB not Kentucky McD; go figure).

I won’t be surprise if they suddenly pull out a watermelon parang and start chop-here-chop-there after losing a match. But that’s not all. Their rules are no way near NBA or FIBA: three second violation, charging or travelling is never on their list. Gladly there was once a fair and justice guy who sound it out but after that I never saw him playing there anymore. *Gulp* and one more thing, these rules only apply to their gang of LALAs. Outsiders play by strict or maybe stricter than NBA rules. How’s that?

It’s like playing with your hand locked, leg tied, blind folded and using a 50 kg metal ball.

But that’s not all, if you’re good at basketball; they isolate you. Yes they isolate you. They freaking isolate you, ended up you all alone waiting for the never ending match. I was so fed up playing with them till I have no intention of going there anymore. Nevertheless, the ‘basketball heat’ is still there, often I’ll purposely drive there to shoot a few loops just like today and guess what?

TEA MYANMAR HKC! They still the same. FRY CRAB all LALAs!

Piano of You

***Been really busy this month due to my examination, sorry to all that waited so long and to those that I promised to update but *cough* forgot *cough* and to those who constantly rush me to update***

I had actually written a whole story about ‘Piano of You’ earlier, but I just deleted it. This is the first time I delete a blog of mine, for the very first time I actually feel that I have no intention of writing blog. Maybe it’s crappy (it’s crappy all the time) or maybe I just don’t feel like publishing it. Frankly speaking, today hadn’t been a pleasant day for me; gloomy to be exact. Nevertheless I’ll try to write a whole new version of ‘Piano of You’ now.

WARNING: The ‘piano’ mention in this blog is a metaphoric-abstract-representation of a girl heart, so don’t be confuse when I say “playing the girl’s piano”; but as far as I concern piano only represent piano and nothing else, so there’s no need to worry but just in-case-you-know-what.

“I sincerely believe that there’s a piano in every girl heart, what really matter is how you play it…” (that’s my opinion, if you don’t agree stop reading).

I mean there are surely people who ask “how are you going to play the piano if it’s abstract?” Well the answer is simple: using your abstract finger (go figure).

Okay back to the topic. I sincerely believe that there’s a piano in every girl heart, what really matter is how you play it or are you willing to play it? World is not an easy place to live and I understand that not everyone can afford taking piano classes; some might play it fantastically, some might play it just nice, some might couldn’t even play it at all and some might just blackout. But that’s not the point.

I’m more than sure that every girl want their guy to play them a song, I mean that’s the only way to show their love. I understand that not everyone can play piano well, but what the heck! I mean it’s not like you must play some five stars song to impress her. If it’s all about showing your love, even a simple nursery song can make her touched. What really matter is whether you’re willing to sit down and play her a song or not?

Often when it comes to guys, it does always have to do with their ego. Men are ego bastard, there won’t simply play a song for girl unless the girl hinting them the direction all the way to the piano. That’s pathetic for sure. Guys, try lowering your ego by a centimeter to play them a song. Thing might be really different somehow and for sure you won't regret even a bit for it. When it comes to piano playing, I’m sure the girl is more than everything she ever asked for to sit there to listen to your song. For the reason, that is his love to her.

Your song might be none other than noise pollution to others but to her, that’s the most beautiful thing. Remember! You are not playing to the whole world, but even if you’re playing to the whole world; there’s only a person that will be fully touched by your song; her.

And girls, what matter the most is neither the song nor whatsoever that he’s playing to you, what matter the most is their ‘abstract finger’ which is their action, their effort and their sincerity in showing how much you mean to him. One thing for sure, they will never ask for more than your love.

I hate to admit, but when it come to this; I often blackout, not because I don’t know about music but I just blackout somehow. If I had to live my life without playing you a song, I will. If I had to change my life because I never play you a song, I will. But one thing that you can’t be sure of is how much I longing to play you a song, just tell me when you’re ready to listen.