Sunday comp: 2-4
Got a reply back from Claire:
Claire @ 11:43 - Haha you can still Go there next year :) So what did you do on the break? Yes I;n finE Now just finished my mid :)
I replied with:
Me @ @ 12:46 - Just released more criminals back into society ;) How did you go?
She came back with:
Claire @ 15:02 - Did you have fun?Its all right. But i Rushed. Too many calculations.
I wasn't really in the mood to start a whole lengthy conversation by messaging, so thought up a way to end it. I was also in the "I don't really care anymore" mood, so I just gave it a shot. If it has a positive effect on her, then good. If not, then who cares.
Me @ 15:16 - Yeah, but it's not as fun as going out with you though :p
I picked up A for bball and on the way I just suddenly came up with all these things I could talk about with him. It was like I was having a writer's rush. Some of the things I thought of were:
- that homeless guy who always rode his bike around
- my recent HDTV purchase
- NBA playoffs
Anyway, we got there at 5pm to do duty. It's good doing duty with him, cause he's really careful so it's unlikely he'll make a mistake, and he always confirms throughout the game whether our scores match. It was a close game, and that idiot who shouldered me on screens got ejected in the last minutes for starting something.
We played the team with Steven today. This is one of those games that has such a historial spin on it. Steven is the older brother of Min, who was in my year in high school and went to Korea to play professional basketball. We also played on the same team for a season (or two?) and won the championship. That was back when I was really shit, when all I'd do is pass it every time I got the ball.
It was just me, A, Fat Pat, Mike and Fat Pat's friend Kevin. To be honest I didn't really feel like playing. Mentally I wasn't in the mood, I have a feeling gambling may have sucked up my thirst for this game. Also, I was feeling bloated.
They got off to a 12-0 start and I called time out. We started our scoring with a Fat Pat and1, and then I hit a three. I realised during the game that they had the really good point guard who used to play for that red team with the big black guy. That kinda motivated me a bit more.
Maybe it was just me, but I felt a bit of rivalry between us. On a Fat Pat screen, he fought past it and I elbowed him in the stomach - something the refs didn't see. Also, he was on a fast break and I decided to jump in front of him and create a human wall with my arms out-stretched towards the sky. He missed the shot and fell down and looked pretty angry.
And then I hit a couple of threes in his face which added to the whole thing. We made a pretty good run towards the end of the game, coming as close as 13 points with momentum on our side. Everyone was feeling that I was hot, so everytime I had the ball they all yelled out "shooter!". A also hit two miraculous (and ill-advised) threes.
I felt bad for Fat Pat because he seemed to be in that really down mood that he gets in when he knows we're gonna lose. I thought I would help by giving him the ball more, until I realised that I might be able to better help if I actually stepped up and started scoring.
Right at the end of the game, I was running the ball up really fast, and quickly stopped but in the process twisted my ankle. It was just a minor twist, but enough to make me hobble a little bit.
Hmmm I wonder if we'll make the playoffs.
On the drive back, A was talking about his company's GM, and how he has all these quotes. One of these was "in the long term we'll all be dead". In other words, there isn't much point in planning things too far ahead. He also had another one which was "sometimes the best decision is making one".
And I just messaged Claire asking if she'd like to go to the amusement park with my uni friends this Friday.
Claire @ 11:43 - Haha you can still Go there next year :) So what did you do on the break? Yes I;n finE Now just finished my mid :)
I replied with:
Me @ @ 12:46 - Just released more criminals back into society ;) How did you go?
She came back with:
Claire @ 15:02 - Did you have fun?Its all right. But i Rushed. Too many calculations.
I wasn't really in the mood to start a whole lengthy conversation by messaging, so thought up a way to end it. I was also in the "I don't really care anymore" mood, so I just gave it a shot. If it has a positive effect on her, then good. If not, then who cares.
Me @ 15:16 - Yeah, but it's not as fun as going out with you though :p
I picked up A for bball and on the way I just suddenly came up with all these things I could talk about with him. It was like I was having a writer's rush. Some of the things I thought of were:
- that homeless guy who always rode his bike around
- my recent HDTV purchase
- NBA playoffs
Anyway, we got there at 5pm to do duty. It's good doing duty with him, cause he's really careful so it's unlikely he'll make a mistake, and he always confirms throughout the game whether our scores match. It was a close game, and that idiot who shouldered me on screens got ejected in the last minutes for starting something.
We played the team with Steven today. This is one of those games that has such a historial spin on it. Steven is the older brother of Min, who was in my year in high school and went to Korea to play professional basketball. We also played on the same team for a season (or two?) and won the championship. That was back when I was really shit, when all I'd do is pass it every time I got the ball.
It was just me, A, Fat Pat, Mike and Fat Pat's friend Kevin. To be honest I didn't really feel like playing. Mentally I wasn't in the mood, I have a feeling gambling may have sucked up my thirst for this game. Also, I was feeling bloated.
They got off to a 12-0 start and I called time out. We started our scoring with a Fat Pat and1, and then I hit a three. I realised during the game that they had the really good point guard who used to play for that red team with the big black guy. That kinda motivated me a bit more.
Maybe it was just me, but I felt a bit of rivalry between us. On a Fat Pat screen, he fought past it and I elbowed him in the stomach - something the refs didn't see. Also, he was on a fast break and I decided to jump in front of him and create a human wall with my arms out-stretched towards the sky. He missed the shot and fell down and looked pretty angry.
And then I hit a couple of threes in his face which added to the whole thing. We made a pretty good run towards the end of the game, coming as close as 13 points with momentum on our side. Everyone was feeling that I was hot, so everytime I had the ball they all yelled out "shooter!". A also hit two miraculous (and ill-advised) threes.
I felt bad for Fat Pat because he seemed to be in that really down mood that he gets in when he knows we're gonna lose. I thought I would help by giving him the ball more, until I realised that I might be able to better help if I actually stepped up and started scoring.
Right at the end of the game, I was running the ball up really fast, and quickly stopped but in the process twisted my ankle. It was just a minor twist, but enough to make me hobble a little bit.
Hmmm I wonder if we'll make the playoffs.
On the drive back, A was talking about his company's GM, and how he has all these quotes. One of these was "in the long term we'll all be dead". In other words, there isn't much point in planning things too far ahead. He also had another one which was "sometimes the best decision is making one".
And I just messaged Claire asking if she'd like to go to the amusement park with my uni friends this Friday.
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