I LOST…

To someone named David (why does the name piss me off? No, it can’t be because I lost to someone with the name… yeah well it is), whom I somehow knew but never met. He’s mates with Amanda and Michelle, and I saw him about at Monday, though how he knew my name and how I look somehow eluded my memories. He just walked up to me with an oddly determined look, and said “You’re JE, right? I’m David.”

Have we met?

We had a little practise session, and he beat me flat out (I wasn’t well ready to go seriously, so I kinda let lots of shuttles go on purpose, but I have to admit that he gets his ball placing done). Fate did a job in getting us to play each other; both our opponents didn’t turn up, and we happened to be playing after another.

I lost by 21-18 and 21-16… I think.

I’m know I’m being hubristic and a sore loser for saying this, but given practise on singles games and a better control at nerves, I could’ve won. He’s not that good to the point that I have to run around the court like a desperate lemur, and frankly speaking his points came more from me making stupid mistakes. And in my desperation I couldn’t get my smashes down, and kept netting my drops. Practising with him earlier was both a mistake and a smart choice; he knew my forehand defence is weak and kept hitting at hit, but in time I can anticipate his placing. Not enough though. I also lost on stamina and experience.

All in all, I lost with satisfaction, but I’m going to get back at him another day.

Yep, a sore loser, I am.

He said something to me after the game, which (in my fatigued and blurry state) sounded like “You know, I gave you a lot of chances to catch up with me just now, but you couldn’t, so… hehe.”

I hope I heard right because…

Pompous, self-conceited bastard… bloody arrogant son of a-

But I guess didn’t intend any ill-will in saying that, because I got invited to a game on the 23rd of August and possible future Counter-Strike matches (it’s rare to find a couple of people playing this after the Warcraft 3 DOTA upsurge).

Still one can’t help but feel…

Haughty, pretentious, supercilious assho-

I stayed back to have a few friendly games with the organising committee, a bunch of cheerful and friendly people from the Multimedia course. Had good laughs and fun, though I didn’t manage to get their numbers (much to my regret).
Had a lonely dinner at a restaurant… ate crappy prawn noodles and downed a can of 100 Plus.

It struck me that no one came to watch me compete… and that I’m the only one without someone supporting (though Teh Derwoei said he supported me ‘spiritually and magically from the comforting confines of his mess-strewn apartment room’. He asked me if I ‘felt’ him. I told him I felt like puking and crap, and I wondered if that was him).

Well I brought it upon myself… and I did miss out on the girl’s finals game yesterday… unintentional, of course. I followed mom’s car. But if I had the determination I would’ve stayed. I had the half-notion of calling my mother to head home without me and then turn around and head back to courts, but I dropped the thought. My presence won’t matter anyways.

Goodnight people. Sweet dreams.

Word of the day: animus
1. Basic attitude or animating spirit; disposition; intention.
2. A feeling of ill will; animosity.
3. In Jungian psychology, the inner masculine part of the female personality

Song of the day: The Freshman by Verve Pipe.

Anime of the day: Blood+ ep 38

Movie of the day: Disney’s Dinosaur (I admit while it’s horrendously cheesy and clichéd, it’s somehow rather enjoyable. 3 stars out of 5)