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Monday, October 31, 2005


Left off quite abruptly there. But Leo and Murder were calling me to play, and I couldn't resist. It doesn't really help my case when my skills are rapidly deteriorating at an astonishing rate. Sometimes I can't even recognise my own character, much less control it. Puts the statement "practice makes perfect" in a less than perfect light. I've had more than my fair share of off-days before, but being raped twice in a day is ridiculous. It does lower one's morale considerably.


Saturday was an entertaining affair, though by no means less humiliating. After hyping the BTT 17 vs BTT 18 match to an embarrassing extent, we got our asses kicked. 6-2 or 7-3, it could have been far more. Anyway, Salas was on the other team. By some coincidence we both wore NJ PE shirts, which to people who know both of us, amazing since we loathe the school.

I played well, scored one, created a few opportunities. But it wasn't nearly good enough.

Gabriel wanted to form a field team though. An official one, with name, jerseys, committee etc. Seriously, I felt like saying "Dude, it's never going to work out", but his enthusiasm was infectious. I found myself being drawn in, and only the ominous approach of financial considerations brought me back to reality. Everything pretty much fell into place then.

Sometimes we got to face up to facts. And this particular one states "Jx cannot kick field soccer for nuts".

I don't like nuts, not even peanuts. But seriously, I don't have the physical body nor the skills required on the field to make it work. I can dance pass people on my day, but even at my highest peak, I couldn't make an impact on grass.

A street team sounds more feasible.


Argh, DotA calls again. I seriously have no life. The GP essay will have to wait LOL.

_'Jx]- faded at 8:33 PM