20 Dec

sigh. suffered the ignomity of a first round exit.

needed to win 3, but the only win we registered was by virtue of a walkover. hardly inspiring.

1st loss was rather bad. scored 3 of our 4 points, but the opposite guy, who couldnt shoot for nuts in their first game, went on and knocked down 2 treys. ugly outcome.

2nd one was closer. 5-6, i got 4. we played rather well if u asked me. we traded baskets till the end, when we got the chance to knock down the winning shot. but i had to choke, and shot such a clunker i hope no one saw it. free-throw shootout, and i choked yet again. i'd have done myself a harakiri if there was a katana lying around.

the last game was with some pinoys. lost by one again, 6-7. i went 6 for 6, much use it had...

i remembered looking at the few games played before us, and feeling that we got lucky, being grouped with who we got. i'd told the guys that most of them werent all that good, and that we should be able to progress. oh how wrong i was haha...

of course, if we'd got into a matchup with weijian and co, i'd have surrendered immediately, but still, i thought that the general skill level wasnt all that great, but yet we looked like shit out there. so where did that leave us?

Team Huat!

had roped in my pri sch mate, and another one for the comp, all were pretty enthusiastic about it. needless to say, i was totally psyched.

sadly, eng had to pull out at the 11th hour, 59th min. found another to take over him anyway, but jing wanted out, saying we had no shot at all. die la, where got ppl chicken out, just cos u think no chance one.

mighty pissed and disappointed of cos. looked thru the entire phonebook and till i found one friend who wanted in. he got his friend, and then there were three... nevermind the fact that i dun even know my teammate, nevermind the friend is more a soccer guy.

team Huat!

hopefully we'd be able to get pass the 1st round. at taka this weekend guys, do trot down and holla if u see me!

01 Dec

had a go with the Osim machine at work a few days, and after holding the funny looking handlebars and placing my thumbs on some metallic pads for a few seconds, the display showed 15%.

that would be my body fat percentage. i remembered just a few months ago, give or take maybe another 6 months, when that number was a decent 7%.

shit, i can feel the flubbery fat cells swimming with joy in my belly already.

time to hit the road again. tmr.

tmr. tmr.