Break going-on's

I think an update's due. The holidays have come to an end, and the new semester starts today. Officially i only start tomorrow 'cause i only have classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays (woohoo!). The break's a lil short, though for the first time i'm actually looking forward to university. Maybe it's because i only have a few classes. Maybe it's because i'm taking a business elective (chicks chicks chicks). Or maybe it's because i've sortof made new friends, and it'll be interesting to see where this leads. What i should be feeling is dread 'cause most of my batchmates have graduated and are off uni which leaves me and a few others -most of whom i'm not that close to- to wander around the campus. Don't be alarmed though, i'm sure this bout of enthusiasm will die off soon enough.

Had a basketball tournament last week, playing for the uni. Playing for the uni isn't as glamorous as it's shown on tv. There are no preppy cheerleaders, or cameras or NBA scouts. Just a bunch of guys playing some basketball. We did okay i guess, won a game and lost two. Didn't advance to the second round, so naturally i was pretty disappointed. With my own performance, more than anything else. I always feel i could do better, and it's no different this time around. Proud of my team mates though, we were the best in the tournament in terms of team spirit. We cheered for each other, high fives aplenty, just amazing. I'm especially amazed by the guys who didn't get to play, or those who didn't play much, 'cause they were cheering us on throughout and in high spirits the whole time. I knew if it was me, i'd be semi-sulking in one corner and basically being a lousy team mate. So let's be glad i actually played. Stole a few pictures from facebook:

Prior to the tournament, we had a week's full of training. First of all i'll say this; Malaysians should just start deleting 'punctuality' from their dictionaries. Because the word does not exist in this part of the world. There i was rushing to get to training on time and i end up waiting for over an hour sometimes just to see the second person who'd come for training. Anyways, training was fun in a way. I actually miss all the torture. Training was all the more memorable when i got my first ever summon for double parking! And on the only day i had the use of the car! Funny thing is, i was actually smiling when i got my summon. Don't know, maybe i felt that it was a rite of passage i had to go through in life. I'm weird.

United came to town! They're still here i know, but i won't be seeing them again. I have to say we (United not Malaysia) played some pretty sloppy football and i hope they're not signs of things to come. As the match wore on, my heart died-ed a lil more inside. We had no imagination, no creativity, no one to provide any spark. I hate to say this, but without the ass who is the former number 7, we looked pretty ordinary. The game itself was pretty good i guess, with the national team giving a good fight. Big difference between watching the game on the telly and watching it live in the stadium. Though the Malaysian public just pisses me off. Will go into details when i'm in a bitchin' mood, 'cause it'll be a long long post if i get into it now. Took a few pictures, though they weren't clear. Not at all:

There's only so much i could do with a 7.1 megapixel camera and a seat in row Z of the second tier.