nursing an injury

Being on this self-imposed course to become super fit, I play Football (the round ball type) twice a week. Every Wednesday its Indoor Soccer and then SoS (Soccer on Sundays). Things you notice... You can last longer after each game. You actually become a little better in shooting, dribbling, passing, vision, headers, etc. And most importantly, you gel with your team mates.

Each week I get tips (mainly from Jesse - on technique - and Doogs - on modelling my game on the V-Bomber [Mark Viduka] - ) on how to improve my technique, for example, on shooting. In the early days, my shots tend to loft up towards no-mans land in the air. Now, it is slightly more controlled, the height of the shot is lowered and, if I am lucky enough, I get a good connection between feet and ball. I guess, it is looking good from my end.

So why am I writing this? In desperation to conserve some energy I played goalie last night. In the past, I had some decent reaction times and was an OK keeper. Always had the attitude of not to be scared of the ball. And simply put yourself on the line type thing. Two great saves and later I am nursing a bruised knee and with chunks of skin on the ground. Needless to say, I am no longer the player that I use to be. I was shit-scared. Had no confidence in diving and saving. But, compared to my captain, the Tingmeister, I am in a better position. Poor feller rolled his ankle. Which brings back some pretty good memories of my 'weak' ankles and constantly injuring myself during my teen-years.

Now, this post seem pretty pointless. With my self-confessed and shameless plug about my Birthday celebrations and the love and attention to be received, which is tomorrow, I am looking for some sympathy votes. hehehehe So on the count of three... 1-2-3 awwwwwwwwwwwwww

On a side note. This is a very soft injury, nothing compared to my sliced finger after opening a beer bottle at Simon & Mishies last month.

birthday celebrations...

There has been a number of birthday celebrations over the past few months... And, my one is just around the corner.

For some, they would know that I loathe such an event. Never really went out of my way to celebrate it. Never really did something about it and all that jazz. But ever since I turned 25 last year. I think I like doing it.

Thinking to myself, as you usually do... Perhaps it is all the booze and partying lifestyle has made some sort of impact where I actually want to celebrate such an occasion. Or the fact that I have a longer list to invite people to help me celebrate it - whether they love me or love the idea of drinking my money. Or could it be the fact that I soooo love to organise things that I thought I might as well do something for myself. Perhaps, I am getting selfish and love the idea of feeling special for that single day of the year.

Whatever the reason it is. Its coming, this Friday and I will be 26. Since, I love myself. I'd like to say - Happy Birthday Huy!