The Basketball Journey: University of Street-Ball

A Basketball Journey – University of Street Basketball


The basketball journey for our little journeyman was filled not just with school, it has alot of learning from the streets as well. Our little journeyman (Clifford), played at the basketball court near his house more than anywhere else. It is till now, his holy ground. He would lie on it on days he feel lost, and recover from all that is around.

When he started playing ball at the court (BLK714), he made lots of friends, fellow basketball enthusiast. One of them became his childhood mate, and undoubtedly his best friend till now. He also met alot of gangsters and people who wanted to sway him to the gang. But there was plenty of gentleman who would teach and guide him. All of them play a big part in his perspective of basketball and value of life.


There were times when the game at the courts will be interrupted by gang fights of like 20 over people. And everyone will have to dock behind the blocks or run back home. It was a frightful scene for a young 11 year old. Clifford never really felt comfortable with it, but he still made friends with those who would play basketball there.

Being a boy with immensely thick skin, Clifford always ask to join the older boys and adults in their 5 v 5 games. Most of the time, they are kind enough to allow it, but they would never, I mean never, pass the ball to him (Considering the age difference 11 v 30). The level of skill, ability and physical size are vastly different. Clifford learnt basketball the hard way on the streets. He got beat down alot by them. He had to earn his right to play with the rest. He had to play harder defense, just to be able to steal the ball. That is his only chance to touch the ball in the game, unless some really nice gentleman were to pass him the ball out of kindness. Clifford knew these, but he just love the challenge of competing with older boys.


On a humid and hot Friday night, Clifford got the chance to play with a group of regular players at the court. There was a new guy who came that day. Clifford and the dude played in the same team. On one of the play, their team got the rebound, Clifford dash off ahead for a fast break. The dude threw a long pass. Clifford ran with all his might while eye-hawking at the ball, but the  dude just had a thunderous pass, it flew 4 metres away from where Clifford was. The dude, hurled a variety of vulgarities at Clifford, calling him slow and shit for not catching the ball. In our world now, that would probably receive stomp worthy news, but in those days they have to earn it. So Clifford put his head down, and was more determined to become better player. Challenge is what he felt.


“Bang” Straight to the chest and groin. Clifford fell under the rim. Wincing in pain from the knock from the opposing player. He stood up, and much like the same boy who wanted to play so badly in his first real match, Clifford trudge back into the game, shrugging the pain off temporarily. Moments ago, Clifford had just defended the same opponent aggressively, as the way he knew, which apprently wasnt “right” on that court. The payback, was an elbow to the chest and knee to the groin, by a running 30 year old body laying up towards the rim. This lesson brought Clifford to tears when he walked back home after the games. He felt a deep sense of misery, like he was being bullied. He told his mum about the incident when he went back. Mummy being protective told Clifford, dont go play with them then, stick to playing with your peers and friends. Well, we need not tell you what was Clifford’s reply. Challenge accepted, he continued.


Throughout the years playing in the streets, Clifford seen many friends went from being a talented star player to joining the gang, and abandoning their dream of basketball. He also saw how some average chap on the court stayed with the game for 20 years, being supported by those gentleman who Clifford call as Basketball Social Worker. Decent people who work in the market or in the factory, who loves the game as much as they hope to help kids stay off the gangs. These are the stories that will stay with Clifford through his journey in the game and in life.

The young boy time in the hood, was well spent. He truely attended the University of the Streets from those time, though not fully involve.

And in these episode, Clifford brought with him the kind of determination and positive attitude that will define his basketball game in secondary school and junior college.









The Bball Journey: Young Love for the Game

The Basketball Journey – Young Love for the Game

One bright sunny day on a Saturday afternoon, a young boy sat in front of the television and watched “SLAMDUNK” the animated series. A vigor and drive vibrated in him, he stood up and imitated the moves made by the players in the show. And the journey of basketball began……


He started by getting his first ball, a spalding rubber ball. Low quality in other eyes, but a holy grail to him. He brought the ball to the basketball court below his block, and played everyday for the whole summer holidays. He love every minute of it. Clifford was his name.

Then this Clifford’s brother’s friends, who are school team level players, taught him some important tips on defensive stance and hard work. He took it in, and begin to practice at home by himself, watching videos and screening of NBA players workout. He went to watch tournament games at the stadium nearby with his dad. Clifford love for the game grew over time. He quit his original CCA (Co-Curricular Activity), and went full fledge into basketball club. In his first taste of a real match, in a friendly game against Pandan Primary School on National Day in 2003, he sprain three of his finger in the first 5sec of the game. (HAHAHAHAHAHA) But his love for the game, told him, its ok keep going. He played the remaining time of the game with 3 sprain finger, quietly hiding it from the coach and parents, because he wants to play on. And the journey of endurance began……


For the remaining time in primary school, Clifford trained hard at home everyday, doing 100 crossover, 100 around the body, 100 pass to the wall in the small little balcony at home. He imagine and “played” basketball at home with tissue box and crushed paper. His will to play was relentless (But study he did, so mummy didnt have issue, except when he knocks over the alter items, which I guess Bodhisatva was pretty forgiving of him because of his will).

Then in the fall of 2003, the young boy experienced his first taste of defeat, the kind that brings people to tears. It was an inter-class competition. Being the one so passionate and involve in the game, and also a little bossy, Clifford told his team mates how to play, and asked them to come back to play defense. Being young and un-trained, his classmates walked back to defend. The young boy was left alone to play defense. He did his best, blocked shots and defended multiple position. The result, unsurprisingly, was a lost for them in the first round. Clifford walked off the court upset. He cried, because his teammates didnt want to listen to him, and he didnt know how to motivate them. He cried, because of the loss. It hit him very hard. He reflected. And the journey of failure began……


The following year, Clifford had a chance to play in the inter-school tournament for the school basketball team. He got his first jersey of his life, the no.4. And that number stayed with him throughout his life. They won 2 and lost 3 games, and got kicked out in the first round. Clifford wasnt happy with the result and effort. He felt that he was not good enough, and so he started to train harder, learn better. The reflection became deeper. He started to think how the game is played as a coach and leader. And the journey of coaching began……


The early years of basketball, brought the boy learning and meaning the classroom and other endeavours couldnt give. He love the game. And so he journey on with these elements into his next phase.

BVR: Together

“Ringers on 3. 1,2,3…. Ringers”. With the end of the final team cheer of the year. We end Ringers 2016 basketball training season. And prepare for 2017 training season. It has been a pleasure coaching and training with this bunch of amazing players. They show me what true sportsmanship and resilience means. They also show me what sports truely means, in fun and enjoyment, thats where true learning happens. When a player is self-motivated, anything is possible.  I have a few personal words for the players, at the end of training.

To N (the senior captain), being the pioneer batch of players who came in last year, you have shown great leadership for everyone, always watching out for everyone, even though you wanted to play and fool around very much. You have sacrifice your desire, to be a better leader for the team. Thank you N.

To B (the diligent one), you have been the most attentive player of all. Almost everytime attention is required to signal readiness, you are the first one to step up. Your diligence is absolutely amazing. I salute you for that B. Thank you B.


To H (the strong), I always remember the training, when you bruise your leg, but stood bravely, and continue to train with the team, even though i asked you if you want to rest. Your endurance for pain is amazing for a young 9 year old. Not only that, you are like the co-leader of the team, regardless whether you are appointed the leader. That is true leadership. It is in your blood. Thank you H for inspiring myself and the team.

To L (the perfectionist), being one of the youngest in the team is not easy. But a drive for perfection always makes you show so much emotions. When your physical body is ready, coupled with the drive, you will realise your full potential. Your potential for leadership is one of the highest around, because you have a high standard, to will drive and inspire the team in future. Your are BVR’s future Point Guard. Thank you L.

To J (the wizard), you are the one who has grown the most inside throughout the whole year. From a quiet and passive player, to one who would express your displeasure and make decision for the team. Your tenure as the captain for the team, really made a big difference for you. You are also one with high standard, not willing to share your thoughts until you get everyone attention. Your awareness level is very high. I hope to hear you express even more in future. Thank you J

To T (the talent), as the youngest player in the team, you have shown great physical potential to be the best player in the team. Your ability to constantly handle the ball hitting your face, and not wimp or whine really shows your impressive character. I am always amaze at your physical skill level. You will do well in any sports because of the natural gift of physical talent, but most importantly the great character. Thank you T.

To A (the bubbly), one who has never shown anger or aggression, throughout the whole year. You are the bubbly and giggly player in the team. Always looking to cheer and make fun of any situation. Your presence help to mellow some tense conflict among the team many times. You are also the best and most consistent shooter in the team. Its always a joy to see you score, the face of accomplishment is like no other. Thank you A.

To Z (the deer), as the physically tallest and longest player in the team you are more apt then the rest in carrying out lots of the physical skills being imparted. But whats more impressive is your beautiful character. You always express your emotions in a kind and un-aggressive way. Even when it is utterly frustrating. Im in awe of that inner process that goes through you. Shows alot about your character. Thank you Z.


Dsixth: Fathom the Pea

This week’s 6 impossible things to believe in


Fathom the Pea

  1. A wall of curtain that pull open to reveal our dream image everytime

  1. A talking rabbit

  1. A snake that will slither into a nasty person’s mind to teach them a lesson

  1. Number that dont count as number, only sense as a forward and backward line

  1. A hugging bird, that would fly to a person who needs

  1. A delivery catapult, that sends packages to others, via sling shot. 


Let loose, give it a shot

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Dsixth: Lift that Mountain

This week’s 6 impossible things to believe in


Lift that Mountain

  1. Coloured-Pokadot Elephant

  2. Paper that rolls itself out when in need

  3. Toy Bridge that becomes a real bridge when crossing river

  4. Multi Coloured Flame that appears for those in need

  5. Lifting a mountain

  6. Tunnel like the earthworn

Let loose, give it a shot

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A Forest Poem : Together

Let magical, mystical, creative, illogical and fun insert carry you to a sleepy dreamy state. Enjoy.

Table and Benches to work on

“Munching on the food in my mouth,
I rattle on with the beautiful thought swirling in my mind
The happy moments of smiles and laughter
That would be possible when I’m with my love ones

Then reality strikes, I look into my empty lunch box,
I wonder, where am I
Why do we go through such varied path in life
That would almost be impossible to share those smiles and laughter

The last mouth of food still crunching through my teeth,
I realize, the connection of the point to the point.
The meaning behind our differences
That would be the most important element to our existence

Journey Together”

– Darren Quek (Sep 2016)

The poem tells into the observation and reflection of the day to day of the poet. His understanding develops from connecting the different realization before the enlightenment. And in the Forest journey, it has to be together, for that is the most important part that will define the Forest Schools in our lands.