The one where I hate being injured

After last weekend's tournament, I had to endure a stinging pain on my left heel. I could not land my left heel and had to walk on one leg.

After a couple days rest, I can walk normally. But still I could not participate in any sporting activities.  And I hate it! 

For one who is so use to play futsal or tennis after work, suddenly I have no idea what to do with my time. 

I'm bored.

The one with the ill-fated futsal tournament

Good day people. Took part in a futsal tournament organized by KHR (some audit firm) at Sportsplanet Ampang.

For one we had the quality to go far. Two friends from my Saturday group joined the team. Badrul as our goalkeeper and Reza as our striker. The others are from the KAG tournament team - Aizat, Farrish, Shahril, Shareza, Wira and myself. Sadly we were ousted in the group stages with only one draw and two losses. We scored a total of two goals (courtesy of Reza and myself) and conceded 4 goals. Games were tight, but we should have taken the first two games.
Prior to the tourney, our team was already kinda depleted. I was still sick. Farrish had an injured arm. Aizat and Shareza had stomach problems. Not a good sign.
For the first game, we played the host team. I played an unfamiliar deep role again. I had space to fire a shot, and it left my foot like a bullet. The keeper did well the stop it but it spilled to Reza for our first goal of the tourney. We pulled off our newly rehearsed goal celebration after that. Later they equalized, it was a cheap goal to give away. A defensive error on my end led to the goal. After that goal, as I was making a defensive header I got kicked/whacked on the stomach. I had to withdraw from the game after that. We held on for the draw, but we knew we should have taken the game.
The second game didn't really go according to plan as well. Another defensive error by me led to the goal. We were unlucky to hit the post once and unlucky when Reza had a clear shot, only for the keeper to stick out his hand and save it.
Our final game was against the eventual group champions. We changed our strategy for the game. Fielding the 5 from Saturday's group. Shareza played in goal this time, Farrish and Badrul at defence, Reza as striker and me in my favoured position in the 'hole'. It worked well. I was feeding passes to Reza just like Tuesday and Saturday's sessions. Only this time his finishing touch deserted him. Then the turning point, Shareza was red carded for reasons I still wasn't clear of. They scored from the resulting free kick. They scored again and we were 2 down. I finally had a goal in the end. A goalmouth scramble fell the ball to me. And i just rammed it home. My goal celebration said it all, as it was a frustrating tourney for me. We lost in the end 1-2 and were sent packing.
A lot of 'what ifs' in the tourney.

back (l-r) - badrul, shareza, farrish, reza, faisal
front (l-r) aizat, wira, shahril

The one where I need a new hobby

Just got back from another great game of futsal. But before the game, had a chat with Shareza. We both agree that the numbers for the Tuesday session is way out of hand.
There are times where I feel I don't want to play as the numbers doesn't allow me to play my usual game. Lately for the Tuesday sessions I find myself sacrificing my offensive game and talents for a defensive role. Mainly to protect myself from malicious tackles since whoever gets the ball, will be surrounded have 3 or 4 defenders. Still I dictate the game by reinventing myself for the game.
Anyways, that wasn't really the idea for this post. As I mention, sometimes I don't feel like playing as the court is overcrowded. But I need to play, mainly because I have nothing else better to do after work. If not, I would be at home playing with my niece, online on facebook and gtalk or watch some dvds.
So Shareza suggested I pick up a new hobby. Something which will help fill the hours. Then I thought photography would be an interesting idea. It is something I do have an interest in. An idea and interest I should explore.
Well my brother-in-law suggested I join him in the toys scene. Collect action figures or build toys from model kits. Not sure if I have the patience to build one. It requires a high level of concentration and patience. Something I don't really have, which is why I don't play golf.
Anyways, any ideas?

The one with the returns

An active sporting week for me. Besides the usual futsal gigs, I've made my return to the courts of the sport I once graced and another which I plan to exhibit some exquisite shots.
Made my return to the basketball court last Tuesday. Yes, after my futsal Tuesday gig. I pulled off both futsal and basketball back-to-back. Well my game is off, but defensive awareness is still there. Even managed a block in the game. And hit the game winning basket in my last game (we played first team to reach 15 points wins).
And as I post this, I just came back from tennis. The group has been in hiatus, due to either rain or unable to book the courts. Now we are switching our venue to Monterez Golf Club. And the court is beside the pool. Very tempted to just jump into the pool after playing. Had a great game. Most of us were trying to find our shots, and it felt great when it came.
A great sporting week.

The one with my Brazilian name

Got this link from Peep. So if I were ever to be called up by Dunga to represent Brazil, this would be my name on my jersey.

The one with a great show

I believe the me who karaokes with a reckless abandon is back. Participated in a performance for the ages. One which had me sweating till my shirt soaked.
Pulled off a variety of genres. Pulled off a series of dance moves. I do hope everyone enjoyed the show. But I'm not a one-man show. The whole group made it fun. And with some newcomers, we showed them our brand of entertainment. Proved our versatility with rock and pop numbers especially boyband numbers. Since we had to dance along to it.
Wondered how to play futsal after that, but still had a great game. Wide open game, free-flowing futsal with a whole lot of goals.
Also managed to catch He's Just Not That Into You. An enjoyable movie for me. Some lessons learnt and I should really put them to practice.
So how was your weekend?

The one where I believe my future lies elsewhere

I know I've said it many times before. But I really should do something about it. I need an exit.
I have no motivation to work. I can't work with the team. I've turn into something so not promising anymore. I don't see a future there anymore.
So, any vacancies, let me know.

The one with the return of the rockgod

A lot of things have been going on lately. Mostly things that result a moody-dark-self. It has effected a lot on how I enjoy the things I enjoy doing.
My futsal performances are pretty much crap. True I still score and odd goal here and there, I do make so nice assists, but I commit of errors that outweigh the good. My karaoke performances have been totally sub-par. And this time it isn't because the pressure of entertaining. This is due to loss of mojo. Haven't been performing at my lofty standards for the last few sessions. Good thing the rest of the entourage managed to keep the audience entertained.
Oh well, manage to return to my old self last weekend. Needed two sessions in one day to pull it off. The first was to get rocking. Pulled of the JT and Bon Jovi numbers. Then later that night, an impromptu decision might I add, the dance moves were back. If I could act, I'll be a triple threat. Even managed to pull off the three Bon Jovi's numbers which will kill you, back-to-back-to-back. Did the Bad Medicine + Living On A Prayer + You Give Love A Bad Name.
Felt great to be back in the groove. To all who were there, I hope you were entertained.

The one where I was happy even for a while

Still in the 'should I move on or keep trying phase'. Though it would be easy to move, since it's a familiar process for me. Maybe because this time around I was really 'lovestoned' and happy.
Well one memory in that short period of time still sticks. The night where I picked her up from the airport. Probably that week sticks out for me too.
She had to go to Kota Bahru some an event. She left on a Tuesday. Had dinner with her on Monday night. She was suppose to come back on Friday, but managed to get an earlier flight back on Thursday.
That period while she was away, I felt what it was like to miss someone (okay I know it was only 2 days). I felt what is was like when the one you cared about was not within the radius. I made full use of the communication tools available. I tried my best to keep her company while she was alone in her hotel room. I stayed awake with her until she wanted to sleep.
The night I picked her up at the airport, I just couldn't wait for work to end. I knew I had time (her ETA was 2100 hours), went to pick up some cupcakes for her.
While waiting in the arrival hall, the last scene from Wicker Park was in my head. Even though it didn't really have any relation, but the setting was similar. Don't know how many times my heart skipped beats waiting for her to come out.
When she finally came out, it must have been the happiest I felt in ages. We hugged and felt the warmth of each other's embrace. We both knew then how much we missed each other.
That period with her, was the happiest I've been in ages. At least I knew what it was like to be normal. Being able to feel love.
Okay, I'm kinda sleepy now. Till next time.

Broken Strings by James Morrison featuring Nelly Furtado