29 Jun

the bear is coming back, after a 6 month sojourn in cheenaland. in his own words, from the land of cheap cheap, to the land of GST. taking away an extra something back with him this time round as well.

crashed the last game, time to make amends today. attack, attack, and attack. psyching myself up, by watchin vids of KB8. i swear, that dude is the next best guy to play the game, after his airness.

'in a game of stars, you are the stars' star...' was the tribute paid by david stern, when MJ won the all-star game MVP. KB8 isn't quite there yet, but he pretty damn sure is gunning for that.

got offered a pair of OG 1985's AJ 1s, but in that condition, the seller gotta be pretty warped to think it could fetch even a tenth of wat he wanted.

9 June

yay yay. a victory for us. 69-63, the final scoreline read.

i did quite ok i guess. went to the charity stripe alot of times, shiok. quite a few breaks. reckoned i chalked up close to 30 points. should have remembered to ask for a look at the results slip, dammit.

what's more satisfying though, was that the rest kinda expected me, or wanted me to do that. i suppose every one likes the feel of being relied upon now and then.

im feelin thirsty. some coke would do me good.

8 June

ceaseless talk over countless lines, of both the dotted and the solid variety, hastily scrawled all over a whiteboard. a whole plethora of key points to remember, making key points in itself sound paradoxical.

tipoff in a few hours time, at the AT & T Center. Boy wonder meets bruce bowen. i hope the manchild knees the fella in the balls, throws a few elbows, and abuse him to a pulp. Cavs in 6, hopefully. i suppose the gameplan would be attack, attack, and attack. the game's designed for offence anyway.

and a few hours after that, a tipoff of our own. abit of the heebie jeebies. suck it up, suck it up. gotta bring it, or its not going to look pretty.

7 June

i am quite the scatterbrained gonzo. i keep forgetting little stuff, things like where i'd placed the keys, despite me having just moved them keys 5 mins ago. socks. towels. the whole gamut.

got sabo-ed by a friend some day ago. quite pissed to be honest. the expected response, if queried, would be a feigned 'but u didn't say not to.' that, and some defensive drivel. only conclusion: that said friend has the EQ of a cow, or there was some intent. sometimes, all people want is an apology...

nonsense aside, the company league is starting again. quite lookin forward to it. not quite looking forward to being the point though. im not cut out for that people. number 8 is for me, after my fav current player. cold blooded black mamba, #8 turned 24, kobe.