Here I am in office, my body aching. Yesterdae's basketball session was realli tough, and I did learn a lot through it. We played a 3 v 3 in the beginning, with two kids who were reali fancy, but nice guys none the less. I thought I played well in this game, and the one therafter, though after a while I ran out of steam. But I realised that I cannot lay-up even if my life depended on it, still learning I guess, hope that I can get better by learning from thiese mistakes. But plenty of times yesterdae, after managing to get into a good position, failed to capitalise cos' my technique in layign-up was screwed up, guess that must be a low point for me.
We then played a full court of 4 v 5 which I found equally fristrating, cos it was really hard trying to defend with four people, and inevitably, after a while, we all run out of steam, some faster than others. But whatn I enjoyed was the fact that it realli put me thru a good workout, I think I ran even more yesterdae, than in the week befroe, but I enjoyed every moment of it. Did a good basline jumper even though I could barely see the rim, thanx to my myopia, and high astig, which generally makes it even harder to see at night. I realli hope to get contacts soon though, its realli hampering my play now.
A flashpoint happened in the full court game, when Garf fouled Phil, who gave a little shout but nonetheless still carried on. I immidiately squared up with Garf, and for that few seconds, I had no intention in mind except to 1) give him a piece of my mind and 2) if the need arose, a piece of my fist. I started berating him, telling him that an "accidental" foul was still a foul, and had Phil fallen with Colin's arms still tangled in his, the consequences would have been much greater. Of cos I knew this, being a veteran of two rather fucked up arm injuries (Phil and Uni will know about this).
I must admit that I was the one who lost my head in tyhat instance, then again, people who know me know that in a game, I always look after my team mates, and weill be prep to stand up for them, though most of the time, it aint vice-versa, but its ok, cos I think some things in life, must be given UNCONDITIONALLY. But yah, i do agree, despite my good intentions in the case yesterdae, it was my fault ultimately.
But dats the beautiful thing about sport, cos at the end of the game, the first thing I did was walk up to Colin, shook his hand and gave him a hug (the "man" kinda hug guys), and both of us were ok, Colin even told me that it was just the Rafflesian Spirit in both of us, the desire to stand up for our team no matter what, that led to the confrontation. and Im glad the thing happened acgtually, cos on hindsight, if it hadn't I would prob still be pissed with Garf till now. Btw Garf and Colin are one and the same, we call him "Garf" cos he looks like Garfield.
But other than dat, it was fabulous night, I even managed a good reverse lay-up, ala DHS no. 4, but the impt thing is now, to keep practising and making mistakes on the way, so can learn. And of cos the contacts!!
Btw, rem the pics of the beggars at the mosque which I promised? As requested...
If you notice in background, the children I mentioned, wioth the plastic bags, if you notice the weather was really searing hot. The woman on the left with the stripes was the one bringing them around.
This is another picture, I managed to get, see the poor baby? It was so hot some more! So noisy...
We then played a full court of 4 v 5 which I found equally fristrating, cos it was really hard trying to defend with four people, and inevitably, after a while, we all run out of steam, some faster than others. But whatn I enjoyed was the fact that it realli put me thru a good workout, I think I ran even more yesterdae, than in the week befroe, but I enjoyed every moment of it. Did a good basline jumper even though I could barely see the rim, thanx to my myopia, and high astig, which generally makes it even harder to see at night. I realli hope to get contacts soon though, its realli hampering my play now.
A flashpoint happened in the full court game, when Garf fouled Phil, who gave a little shout but nonetheless still carried on. I immidiately squared up with Garf, and for that few seconds, I had no intention in mind except to 1) give him a piece of my mind and 2) if the need arose, a piece of my fist. I started berating him, telling him that an "accidental" foul was still a foul, and had Phil fallen with Colin's arms still tangled in his, the consequences would have been much greater. Of cos I knew this, being a veteran of two rather fucked up arm injuries (Phil and Uni will know about this).
I must admit that I was the one who lost my head in tyhat instance, then again, people who know me know that in a game, I always look after my team mates, and weill be prep to stand up for them, though most of the time, it aint vice-versa, but its ok, cos I think some things in life, must be given UNCONDITIONALLY. But yah, i do agree, despite my good intentions in the case yesterdae, it was my fault ultimately.
But dats the beautiful thing about sport, cos at the end of the game, the first thing I did was walk up to Colin, shook his hand and gave him a hug (the "man" kinda hug guys), and both of us were ok, Colin even told me that it was just the Rafflesian Spirit in both of us, the desire to stand up for our team no matter what, that led to the confrontation. and Im glad the thing happened acgtually, cos on hindsight, if it hadn't I would prob still be pissed with Garf till now. Btw Garf and Colin are one and the same, we call him "Garf" cos he looks like Garfield.
But other than dat, it was fabulous night, I even managed a good reverse lay-up, ala DHS no. 4, but the impt thing is now, to keep practising and making mistakes on the way, so can learn. And of cos the contacts!!
Btw, rem the pics of the beggars at the mosque which I promised? As requested...
If you notice in background, the children I mentioned, wioth the plastic bags, if you notice the weather was really searing hot. The woman on the left with the stripes was the one bringing them around.
This is another picture, I managed to get, see the poor baby? It was so hot some more! So noisy...
Going to beg is one thing, I wont say that its wrong, cos' sometimes theres no other way....But whats up with bringing the children, the baby along? Its obvious they are trying to gain the sympathy of others, since children naturally have more effect in doing so. So they're using them aren't they? Sigh, its realli very sad, and the children so innocent and young, don't realise that. N i thought adults could think better.
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