Kainan: 0-1

Yesterday I bummed around in the morning then took a nap. I finally left home at about 1:30pm to walk to the office. I bought some Macca's before going in, and saw that Genie was in. I didn't want my Macca's to get cold, so I just messaged her instead of going to her room to talk.

I checked facebook on my phone, and lo and behold, it asked me to search for friends on facebook who I had on my phone but not on facebook.

This is new.


I did it, and about 15 results came up. One Korean girl showed up, named Ashley Park. I looked at her photo, and thought "is that Naby???" It didn't look like her, but I couldn't think of any other Korean girls on my phone (apart from Chris of course). I went onto the computer to check it out. It just didn't look like her at all. I felt a bit disheartened that she told me her real name was something else, but then I finally decided that it wasn't her.

Then I remembered another contact I had on my phone - it was Emily. My god she looked different without the heavy make up and fake eyelashes. She had a private profile but some photos were visible. I looked at them and she seemed like any other young Asian girl you'd see on the street. I suppose you'd never guess, eh?

Anyway, after that small revelation, I went to work, sorting out a brief for Troy. Genie came around a couple of hours later and we talked a bit. She said she was going to go look for a present for her friend, and I thought it weird that she didn't seem familiar with the major shops in the city. Then after she left she sent me a message saying it was cold. Ok???

I worked till about 5:30ish and then caught the bus home.

Today, I drove out in the morning to get some Gatorade, then went to the courts for a run around. It was too windy to shoot, so I just tried to run some fast breaks, but it was too windy for that too as the wind would sometimes blow the ball away.

Some guys asked me to play, so I said yes. My god, I haven't played full court in like years. They were all fobs, but seemed kinda nice. The guy guarding me seemed like he really wanted to shut me down. I was trying to focus on driving and scoring on the inside.

In the second game, this guy came onto my team, and I could tell by his legs that he was probably the best out of all of them. We seemed to have the 'connection', where he knew to dash if I set a back pick, or he knew to throw the lob when I cut to the basket. It's interesting when you just 'click' with someone like that.

I played a few games and then left, not wanting to get tired. As I was walking home, I realised I didn't have this 'chemistry' on my current team.

I then washed the car for a while, cleaning the inside as well, and polishing off the scratches made by my dad. So proud of my shiny car afterwards. Then I drove to the shopping centre near me to buy some wipes for my car as I had run out. I ended up buying one for the dashboard and one for the glass - Malay's constant complaints about his windscreen had finally gotten to me.

I also bought two sushi rolls for lunch and ate it in my car, before going to re-fuel at a petrol station.

I went home, got changed, and realised I might not have enough time to make the game if I was going to stop by the office to pick up my shoes and the spare jersey, so I ended up driving. Once I was at the office, I saw Bo had called me so I called him back, but there was no answer. I didn't really want to talk to him, didn't know what he had to say since he already said he wasn't coming today because his class goes till 5pm.

I sent him a message saying I'd be driving so can't pick up. He called me again (stupid) then sent a message saying he was on his way. I knew it. What a fucking drama queen. Why say you're not coming when you know all along you'll come?

I got to the courts about 5 minutes before tip off, and quickly changed my shoes. I shot around a bit but didn't say anything to Bo, who was also shooting around. It was only at tip off that he asked if I wanted to jump, and I said yes but he ended up jumping.

Even with the help of two other guys (which I didn't really want), we got flogged. On the first four possessions I gave it to Bo, and he either missed a shot or turned it over. For the remainder of the first half I played like the silently whinging Kobe Bryant back in 2003. Alex told me not to give it to Bo, and I said "I can't say anything".

In the second half I made a bit of a run, running on fastbreaks, and even drawing the foul when I split two people and made the basket (too bad I missed the free throw). Later on I banked home a three, then another one on the next possession, causing them to call a time out.

After that I basically sat on the bench until the final minute or so. Bo came off at one stage, and we sat together as we watched Alex get trapped and lose the ball. Bo said to me "Alex always gets himself stuck". I just nodded, not wanting to say anything in the spirit of "not criticising". He then said "fine, I won't talk then" and walked off. I was like "I didn't even say anything!".

Fuck, so if I say something he gets pissed, and if I don't say something he gets pissed. Fuck this shit.

When I got back onto the court, I ran on a fastbreak and clanged knees with another guy, and basically gave up after that. It was my right knee. I think it had nothing to do with my ACL area, but I was going to be cautious.

After the game we sat around a bit. I didn't want to leave first because I didn't want to drive Bo back to the city. Jim asked if I needed a lift and I said I drove. He asked if I'd take Bo, and I said he should take him. So he did. After they left, I told Mike and Alex about my fight with Bo, and even they agreed with me. However, I was wary that they were only getting my side of the story.

We talked about it for the next hour or so, as I vented my anger, then we parted and I drove home.