Notes From the Notebook

First things first, I'm entering a 3 on 3 tourney on Friday, August 3rd. It's going to be held in the KDU auditorium. I can't bring outsiders, so Budin and Mislan won't be playing with me. I got William and John. William's short, but he's got decent handles and quickness. John's played for the Sarawak under-18 team last year, so he's good. His shooting's a little off because he haven't played in a long time, but he's got mad stamina and athletic ability. Plus, he's an excellent perimeter defender. I'm expecting to get a top 3 finish.

On with the post, I'm in the middle of re-reading all the books I have and writing notes about them. These are things that I thought about, or lines that I liked, and wrote down while reading the Notebook by Nicholas Sparks.

My two loves are talent-based, but that's about all the similarities that they share. One talent comes from my fingers, the other comes from my heart. At least that's how it started out. My initial skills in basketball came from the heart. I don't remember picking up a basketball and learning how to dribble. It just came to me. Of course, what I play now is a mixture of passion and practice because to truly love basketball is to commit yourself and that includes practice.

Will I find a woman that can understand and appreciate my two passions? Will she make up excuses to make me play the guitar by saying something like, " I'm bored and I want to listen to something. Or maybe she'll ask me to go play basketball because "I dont' want a flabby husband". It's a long shot, but I need to find love that not only understand and appreciate my passions, but encourage and complement it even if she doesn't necessarily like it.

These are lines from the book that caught my eyes.

• a gentleness that not even the war can take away.
• in every girl I met, I found myself looking for you in every single one of them.
• the reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
• I do not ever ask them because I've learned that we're all entitled to have our secrets.
• I know what it's like to be day and night now, always together, forever apart.

That's about it. The Notebook touched me in a lot of ways, making me think about old age, timeless love and passionate talent. I've gone through the book twice, and I don't remeber the first time but I cried near the end of my second time reading it.

P/s: I'm in the middle of remixing The Fray's "How to Save a Life". Trying to give it more of a rock edge. If I can only find someone to sing. Oh, well. Shall upload it when I'm done.

Menjaga Rahsia Bumi Sunyi

I've been trying to upload this song but the whole song is around 8 minutes long, so it's too big to be uploaded on youtube. It's not too big actually, but it'll take too long to upload. This version is the abridged version. 5 minutes, give or take. Coheed & Cambria's "In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth".

still thinking of a suitable title...

The cosmic law of French toast(from now on referred to as clft) is against me. Or specifically, clft's against me watching Transformers with my friend. 3 well-thought out plans, all failed at the very last moment. Damn it.

The first time didn't work out because she had family over at her house, the second time didn't work because her parents had transport problems. The third time takes the cake. Guess what her excuse was. Period pain.

Period pain?

Period pain!

Argh!!!

That's it. It's obvious that clft doesn't want me to watch a movie with this chick. I'm not exactly pissed off with her, or pissed off with her inability to go out, but simply because all 3 times she cancelled, it happened on the morning of the same day we were supposed to go. It's a "less than 6 hours' notice" thing. Damn it. Will continue cursing excessively for the next few days. Thank god basketball has not betrayed me yet.

Love Story

Forgive me blog for I have not written anything over the last few weeks. My updates are so irregular that they should be called downdates(ayat zain putra).

I first read Love Story by Erich Segal around five years ago, and I've never failed to cry everytime I read it. Does that make me a little bit too feminine to be called a man? Maybe, but that's beside the point.

The last time I read it was at least a year ago, and I decided to go through it again last week to see if the book's still have that same effect on me. I've done my fair share of growing up over the past year, and maybe I'm not as soft as I was in early 06. I don't know if this is a good thing, but I cried again after reading the book. I went through the last couple of chapters with this feeling in my gut that tells me I shouldn't cry but I was trying hard not to. The last few pages really got to me.

On to a different story, I've been depressed for the past few weeks because I've been deprived of basketball. My sister came back for her winter break and she's using the car most of the time. Can't wait for next week. UiTM's going to open soon and that means that I'll be able to play every weekday again. Can't wait for next week. I miss the competitive nature there. I miss waiting for my turn, anticipating what I should do in the next game. Can't wait for next week. Can't wait for next week.

I was supposed to go see Transformers last Saturday, but I didn't because my friend who was supposed to pick me up cancelled at the last minute. Do you know how hard it is for me to arrange for transport at the very last minute? I won't go into detail about her predicaments, but it wasn't really her fault. I was still pissed off. She called me 45 minutes before the show, apologized and asked if I still wanted to see the movie during the weekdays. That made me feel better. Now instead of seeing the movie with my classmates, I'm going to see the movie with just her. My girlfriend's going to get pissed off. Jessica Alba isn't really that understanding when it comes to other women, you know. Hehe.