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The 1c1 Chalet..amazingly..we have one..
That was my thought at that time..We actually had a chalet..even though that year was real bad. Maybe We're just trying to bond together..and I see that we're trying real hard to accept each other. Besides..Drama Mama Rama's gone.. we should celebrate..

Great..how to start..It was my first chalet. Remembered we cramped ourselves in the room..haha..went cycling..butI didn't know to cycle..so i just stayed in the hotel. And I remembered Lye Ann Took out his maths homework and asked me some questions! hahaha..hmm..Shawn survived his chalet with 1 banana and coke.. lol..i wondered how he did that.

I guess the most memorialable time was when we made our way to pasir ris park to play basketball in the night. It was the first time I learnt to pick up the game of basketball. And I started to love it.. I remembered the first skill I was taught was to hook shot underneath the basket. Jie Lun taught me to do a hook shot. haha..I can remember how sucky I was..I couldn't even dribble..just hitting the ball. He was there and kept saying "yea..that's right..you're doing fine.. you're doing right..try again.."

i wouldn't have imagine that the ball game that night would change our fates together. The basketball had brought us together.. The game had bonded us closer.. we suddenly had this goal to become a great basketballer. Nobody taught us anything..we learnt from each other.. and we started out just like that..

The sound of that ball bouncing is still in my head.. I could remember how tattered and torn that darn ring was..

just that ball..the court..and us..

Year 2000..the bad times..was brought to an end..

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