Tuesday, September 27, 2005, 11:40 PM
Coach asked about my finger.
So cute.
He's the first person
To teach me the game.
Sure.
Jill was better at conditioning.
And drills.
But he taught me the basics.
And that's what counts.
The most.
Come to think about it.
I've won more games under him.
When I first started out.
Then under any other coach.
I hope to win more.
Under his tutelage again.
But i know it's hard.
He's not focusing enough
On the girls.
The guys show more results.
And I know its cos they're more dedicated.
Not cos they're more talented.
Not cos they have national players.
But cos they want to win.
They hunger for it.
They want to improve you can see it.
Ego maybe.
Pride maybe.
They want it all the same.
To be better.
Fuck.
I get pissed.
Whenever any of my teamates
Don't even bother to fucking come.
Don't show the urge to improve.
Don't put efforts into their shots.
I don't know.
Forgive me.
But how can i not be mad?
I love tp wolves.
But if you're always late.
If you're not putting efforts into your shots.
if you're not bothering to chase the ball.
If you're not at training
and your reason is fucking weak.
Don't blame me if I treat you as a burden.
To our game.
Buck up.
We've got a long way to go.
Thank you coach for caring.
Win for you.
Yah?
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Happy birthday SERENE!
fLOWERRR
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