Same story...
6pm = rushing mode again.
destination = Shang Wu Primary School
mission = match referee
Bloody jam along Green Lane delaying my ETA for 30 mins.
Suit up, little warm up, into the hot zone!
But all the traveling was all in vain as TNB decides to save some electricity!!
Lights Out!!
Emergency Plan: Delayed competition for one hour in hope the lights will be back
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Time is ticking...
Haizzz...
Plain darkness.
Bo Huat, postponed.
Potong Steam wei~
Lights Out!!
Damn Sienz...
p/s: inspired by Chris's "Time Out!!" ^^
Friday, December 4, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Sukpen
6.10pm work time over, it's drive time!
Petrol meter, 3 slots left.
Heck it la. Rushing!
1 hour of zooming, finally at BP.
Damn, not yet start.
Starving.
Makan first.
Nasi Lemak, not to bad
Wait wait wait
Crap crap crap
Wait wait wait
Is it ever going to start?
Huh?
Extra food?
Heck it. Makan la.
Wow, filling stuffs wei~
Nasi Kandar with drumstick.
Finally started.
Crappy Sukpen opening cremony.
10pm.
Late. Rush back.
Crap, homecooking leftovers.
Eat again.
zzzzzz...
2 more days of Sukpen.
zzzzzz...
Petrol meter, 3 slots left.
Heck it la. Rushing!
1 hour of zooming, finally at BP.
Damn, not yet start.
Starving.
Makan first.
Nasi Lemak, not to bad
Wait wait wait
Crap crap crap
Wait wait wait
Is it ever going to start?
Huh?
Extra food?
Heck it. Makan la.
Wow, filling stuffs wei~
Nasi Kandar with drumstick.
Finally started.
Crappy Sukpen opening cremony.
10pm.
Late. Rush back.
Crap, homecooking leftovers.
Eat again.
zzzzzz...
2 more days of Sukpen.
zzzzzz...
Monday, November 23, 2009
I Feel Like An Old Man
I feel like an old man.
It has been a day since the grueling 21km PBIM 09, what a disappointing campaign. The primary objective was to run non-stopping until the turn like last year. This year was much shorter, 21 compared to 25, shouldn't be a problem.
It felt good after the first 10 mins and I kept on myself by breaking out from our pack of 3(Chris and Merv), but on the way up the slope, the knee starts to kick in, alerting my pain sensory. Crap. Gave in when I hit the water station on top, chilled as I walked for 200m before restarting the engine, catching up with the pack again as they overtook me while I halted.
The pain reoccurred and was getting severe. Crap. I must at least finished the first half before I stop again, I told myself. Push on and endured the pain until we arrived at the next water station and that's the end of my Bridge Run...
I didn't wanted to give up so easily at first, so I executed plan B, which was walk and run. However, I only managed to survive for 2 laps, before the pain was to much to bare as I hit 15km. Damn.
There is no way I am going to sit the bus!!
I was seriously annoyed and disappointed but my knees just seems dead. I couldn't even walk at a fast pace as any tweaking or bending on the knee would cause me hellish pain.
Finally, after nearly 2 hours of leg dragging, I managed to finished the run, still below 3 hours. Nothing worth celebrating. The much anticipated free flow Milo and 100plus just seems tasteless, damn potong steam. haiz...
Back home, all those little little routine never seems so troublesome before. Getting out of the car, changing cloths, standing up fromt the chair. Every little minor movement on the knee stuns me for a few second. Even changing body positions while sleeping makes me think twice (reminds me of my previous sun burn) Going up the stairs is by far the worst!!!
F! I feel like an old man.
Probably need to go see the doctor...
It has been a day since the grueling 21km PBIM 09, what a disappointing campaign. The primary objective was to run non-stopping until the turn like last year. This year was much shorter, 21 compared to 25, shouldn't be a problem.
It felt good after the first 10 mins and I kept on myself by breaking out from our pack of 3(Chris and Merv), but on the way up the slope, the knee starts to kick in, alerting my pain sensory. Crap. Gave in when I hit the water station on top, chilled as I walked for 200m before restarting the engine, catching up with the pack again as they overtook me while I halted.
The pain reoccurred and was getting severe. Crap. I must at least finished the first half before I stop again, I told myself. Push on and endured the pain until we arrived at the next water station and that's the end of my Bridge Run...
I didn't wanted to give up so easily at first, so I executed plan B, which was walk and run. However, I only managed to survive for 2 laps, before the pain was to much to bare as I hit 15km. Damn.
There is no way I am going to sit the bus!!
I was seriously annoyed and disappointed but my knees just seems dead. I couldn't even walk at a fast pace as any tweaking or bending on the knee would cause me hellish pain.
Finally, after nearly 2 hours of leg dragging, I managed to finished the run, still below 3 hours. Nothing worth celebrating. The much anticipated free flow Milo and 100plus just seems tasteless, damn potong steam. haiz...
Back home, all those little little routine never seems so troublesome before. Getting out of the car, changing cloths, standing up fromt the chair. Every little minor movement on the knee stuns me for a few second. Even changing body positions while sleeping makes me think twice (reminds me of my previous sun burn) Going up the stairs is by far the worst!!!
F! I feel like an old man.
Probably need to go see the doctor...
Monday, October 26, 2009
What A Week!! Sienz...
A week of misfortune, suffering and despair...
First was the constant thought of survivability for the coming extra state training. Lacking of discipline in pushing myself to run every evening after work hasn't been as fruitful as I like too. Stress for the whole week.
Saturday
Mana tau, woke up late the next morning and did a near Initial-D drive up Balik Pulau, and had to clear up the stomach before suiting up for training. Super late.
Coach Ed's persistent in us delivering good passes as well as receiving was seriously a real challenge. Understanding the mechanism of the drill, do it with pace and making accurate passes via delicate anticipation and still fearing the wrath of continuously adding on push-ups for mis-passes ( I think I hit 60-80), 3 hours seemed like a life time.
At last, the one moment of satisfaction and relief as we headed out for the long forgotten taste of Balik Pulau's Laksa Lemak!!! ^^
Supposed to head out to Chris's place for a rest but decided otherwise last minutes due to inconvinience and insufficient time for resting anyways. Therefore, helped out in refereeing FireBRANDS and suffered another unusual blow. A slight sore on the knee.
Was a little fearful because you might never know whether the ligament was injured, thankfully after training the pain wore off and hopefully it stays that way!! But not before going through a hellish training.
Training was hell!
8 players on full court doing tactical runs, couldn't even run properly due to fatigue and the sore knee which at times render my leg useless as if it was already dead. Huffed and puffed and dragged the physical body through the training until the "Big Thing"(Quote Coach Ed).
3 versus 3 on a rearrange court. Loses to be awarded the honor to do 50 push-ups. Push hard for the final lap as I refusal to receive the "glory".
Played hard but fell harder.
First the left calf gave way. Ouch! Got up, pushed again.
We were on the losing side and the opponent kept attacking, refused to gave in and got sliced near the down under by Jo-Wyee's shot... OUCH!!! and stunned for 2 seconds. What the... Pushed on.
Finally, it was the left calf's turn to call it a day as well and what a place to choose, near the boards. Ouch Ouch Ouch!!
Final whistle... 50 up downs awaits. Crap~
Sunday
Tired, painful, powerless, soreness............
I was a live corpse. Climbing up the from the bed and up stairs became the challenge of the day.
Staying awake was challenge number 2 as I couldn't stay up for half and hour without feeling sleepy.
Slept after breakfast, slept after lunch.
After dinner, the much anticipated Derby of England.
Crappy stuffs from Man U, lack of drive and quality in the final ball. Got caught on the counter and Ferdinand once again got outpaced by the striker.
And Mum kept mocking from behind, tak boleh tahan, felt like giving her a hairdryer!!! Sabar......
Vidic sent off for the 3rd time against Liverpool while Mascherano followed suit for the 2nd time. What a week!!
Sienz...
First was the constant thought of survivability for the coming extra state training. Lacking of discipline in pushing myself to run every evening after work hasn't been as fruitful as I like too. Stress for the whole week.
Saturday
Mana tau, woke up late the next morning and did a near Initial-D drive up Balik Pulau, and had to clear up the stomach before suiting up for training. Super late.
Coach Ed's persistent in us delivering good passes as well as receiving was seriously a real challenge. Understanding the mechanism of the drill, do it with pace and making accurate passes via delicate anticipation and still fearing the wrath of continuously adding on push-ups for mis-passes ( I think I hit 60-80), 3 hours seemed like a life time.
At last, the one moment of satisfaction and relief as we headed out for the long forgotten taste of Balik Pulau's Laksa Lemak!!! ^^
Supposed to head out to Chris's place for a rest but decided otherwise last minutes due to inconvinience and insufficient time for resting anyways. Therefore, helped out in refereeing FireBRANDS and suffered another unusual blow. A slight sore on the knee.
Was a little fearful because you might never know whether the ligament was injured, thankfully after training the pain wore off and hopefully it stays that way!! But not before going through a hellish training.
Training was hell!
8 players on full court doing tactical runs, couldn't even run properly due to fatigue and the sore knee which at times render my leg useless as if it was already dead. Huffed and puffed and dragged the physical body through the training until the "Big Thing"(Quote Coach Ed).
3 versus 3 on a rearrange court. Loses to be awarded the honor to do 50 push-ups. Push hard for the final lap as I refusal to receive the "glory".
Played hard but fell harder.
First the left calf gave way. Ouch! Got up, pushed again.
We were on the losing side and the opponent kept attacking, refused to gave in and got sliced near the down under by Jo-Wyee's shot... OUCH!!! and stunned for 2 seconds. What the... Pushed on.
Finally, it was the left calf's turn to call it a day as well and what a place to choose, near the boards. Ouch Ouch Ouch!!
Final whistle... 50 up downs awaits. Crap~
Sunday
Tired, painful, powerless, soreness............
I was a live corpse. Climbing up the from the bed and up stairs became the challenge of the day.
Staying awake was challenge number 2 as I couldn't stay up for half and hour without feeling sleepy.
Slept after breakfast, slept after lunch.
After dinner, the much anticipated Derby of England.
Crappy stuffs from Man U, lack of drive and quality in the final ball. Got caught on the counter and Ferdinand once again got outpaced by the striker.
And Mum kept mocking from behind, tak boleh tahan, felt like giving her a hairdryer!!! Sabar......
Vidic sent off for the 3rd time against Liverpool while Mascherano followed suit for the 2nd time. What a week!!
Sienz...
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
The Floorballer and The Sun
Once upon a time in, in mid September, four Floorballers from Penang went to KK's Pulau Manukan. Enjoying the cooling breeze and random fishes and corals while snorkeling.
As time ticks away, they got bored and tired and hungry and they were thinking of Burger King, which is a rare delicacy back home. So they decided on a bet amongst themselves that whoever catches a fish with their bare hands first, will be treated like a King with all the Burgers the other three can afford.
As they set out for their quest, creativity came pouring.
They meditated like monks and striked when the fish swam close.
They took of their cloths and tried to scoop the fish.
They even once forgo their differences and worked together as the circle the fish.
Hours of sun bathing and hand piecing, they got bored and tired and hungry and they were thinking of getting the nearest random food and they gave up.
Fair back
Little did they know that the Sun who were fond of the fishes was furious at their constant harassing of the Sun's beloved pets. As a punishment, the Sun decided ti shower them with his homemade curse. As the Sun was about to lay down his curse, one of the Floorballer's fair back was particularly irritating as it reflected the Sun's ray which was his pride. And so the Sun forgot of the other three and gave that Floorballer the full blast of the Sun Curse.
and The Sun
By the time they got home, even under the roof and in a cooling air-conditioned room, the Floorballer's RED back started felt hot and painful. Only showers in the bath room could relieve the pain but when it was time to put on the cloths again, slow twitching of the fabric onto the skin was pure torture.
As they set out for the long awaited Burger King, he realised that he could not lay his back down on any object, it was painful.
The Sun was giggling evilly as he sets and while he was waving his magic on the other side of the sphere, the Floorballer struggled in his bed to find peace. The back pain was to much to endured which forces him to sleep on his chest which was also uncomfortable which he would then turn to his back, suffering another series of pain before biting his teeth and slept with his side.
For the next few days, he was trapped in the spiral of pain. The slightest of touches or a little spark of sun ray was the worlds' worst pain. Whether is it the back sit of the car or the chair, when walking down the streets, when changing clothes, especially when doing shoulder pushing in a Floorball clinic. His back was bloody red and had transformed into a lobster.
Luckily, as days go by, to his relieve, the pain started to wear off and he was thankful for the Sun's mercy. The Sun however, was not as forgiving as he thought and was waiting to enjoy to see the Floorballer suffer the curse's side effects.
The Floorballer's skin had now turned black and his friends can barely recognised him. On top of that, his skin is constantly falling off in to shreds leaving a mess everywhere. His room needed regular sweeping more that ever as the floor was dominated by the white dead skins and whenever he changed his cloths, piles of whites will drop down. The second stage of the curse has evolved him from a lobster to a snake.
Finally, the skin changing process halted after a week. However, he is no long the fair back he used to be. He is now... not so fair back and has vowed to defeat the Sun and catch fish with his bare hands the next time he heads to the island.
"I will defeat you!!!"
The End.
it's lame. I know...
As time ticks away, they got bored and tired and hungry and they were thinking of Burger King, which is a rare delicacy back home. So they decided on a bet amongst themselves that whoever catches a fish with their bare hands first, will be treated like a King with all the Burgers the other three can afford.
As they set out for their quest, creativity came pouring.
They meditated like monks and striked when the fish swam close.
They took of their cloths and tried to scoop the fish.
They even once forgo their differences and worked together as the circle the fish.
Hours of sun bathing and hand piecing, they got bored and tired and hungry and they were thinking of getting the nearest random food and they gave up.
Fair backLittle did they know that the Sun who were fond of the fishes was furious at their constant harassing of the Sun's beloved pets. As a punishment, the Sun decided ti shower them with his homemade curse. As the Sun was about to lay down his curse, one of the Floorballer's fair back was particularly irritating as it reflected the Sun's ray which was his pride. And so the Sun forgot of the other three and gave that Floorballer the full blast of the Sun Curse.
and The SunAs they set out for the long awaited Burger King, he realised that he could not lay his back down on any object, it was painful.
The Sun was giggling evilly as he sets and while he was waving his magic on the other side of the sphere, the Floorballer struggled in his bed to find peace. The back pain was to much to endured which forces him to sleep on his chest which was also uncomfortable which he would then turn to his back, suffering another series of pain before biting his teeth and slept with his side.
For the next few days, he was trapped in the spiral of pain. The slightest of touches or a little spark of sun ray was the worlds' worst pain. Whether is it the back sit of the car or the chair, when walking down the streets, when changing clothes, especially when doing shoulder pushing in a Floorball clinic. His back was bloody red and had transformed into a lobster.
Luckily, as days go by, to his relieve, the pain started to wear off and he was thankful for the Sun's mercy. The Sun however, was not as forgiving as he thought and was waiting to enjoy to see the Floorballer suffer the curse's side effects.
The Floorballer's skin had now turned black and his friends can barely recognised him. On top of that, his skin is constantly falling off in to shreds leaving a mess everywhere. His room needed regular sweeping more that ever as the floor was dominated by the white dead skins and whenever he changed his cloths, piles of whites will drop down. The second stage of the curse has evolved him from a lobster to a snake.
Finally, the skin changing process halted after a week. However, he is no long the fair back he used to be. He is now... not so fair back and has vowed to defeat the Sun and catch fish with his bare hands the next time he heads to the island.
"I will defeat you!!!"The End.
it's lame. I know...
Friday, October 16, 2009
APAC HO 2009 Part 3: Long Lost Vids
Been organising my digi cam's memory card and guess what?
I dug out some vids which I took when we were in Pyeongtaek, Korea. Damn, really brings back all the mouth watering smell of bulgogi and the echoing in my ears. *Gee Gee Gee Gee Baby Baby* ^^
Anyway, after struggling to get myself to copy the vids to my pc and struggle again to keep it on for a couple of nights to upload it...
Here I present you...
4 vids from Korea APAC 2009!
The main purposed was of taking the vids bring back some quality stuffs to study back home.Its just such a joy to watch how the better teams play, so much fluidity in the movement of the ball and positions, offensive and defensive. Hopefully it will make me a better player. ^^
The other reason was to actually use it as a coaching material in club training but I guess it was a little too troublesome to bring all the gear over to RC. Plus, the players still need a whole drilling in a whole lot of areas before they can see the hidden values of the vids. XD
Last but not least, to share it with all of you out there. Nothing beats having a view of some not too bad floorball on the net!
I will save some breath on the explanation so enjoy the power play vids!
I dug out some vids which I took when we were in Pyeongtaek, Korea. Damn, really brings back all the mouth watering smell of bulgogi and the echoing in my ears. *Gee Gee Gee Gee Baby Baby* ^^
Anyway, after struggling to get myself to copy the vids to my pc and struggle again to keep it on for a couple of nights to upload it...
Here I present you...
4 vids from Korea APAC 2009!
The main purposed was of taking the vids bring back some quality stuffs to study back home.Its just such a joy to watch how the better teams play, so much fluidity in the movement of the ball and positions, offensive and defensive. Hopefully it will make me a better player. ^^
The other reason was to actually use it as a coaching material in club training but I guess it was a little too troublesome to bring all the gear over to RC. Plus, the players still need a whole drilling in a whole lot of areas before they can see the hidden values of the vids. XD
Last but not least, to share it with all of you out there. Nothing beats having a view of some not too bad floorball on the net!
I will save some breath on the explanation so enjoy the power play vids!
28 Mar 2009 Korea vs Japan 2-8
Power play by the Japs
29 Mar 2009 Japan vs Australia 9-4
Title decider, Japs' power play
29 Mar 2009 Japan vs Australia 9-4
Aussies' power play
29 Mar 2009 Japan vs Australia 9-4
Still Aussies' power play
29 Mar 2009 Japan vs Australia 9-4
Last throw of the dice, Aussie's power play and final whislte
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sucked in and stuck in the never ending period?
Ever since getting involved with club management, sourcing of players has always been an unavoidable issue. Luckily, with such a resourceful and persuasive manager, the problem often gets solved every now and then.
However, the root of the problem was never eliminated. Instead the short term solution promotes a kind of "take-in-for-granted-you-need me" mentality which at times disrupts the team unity and synergy. With that in mind, securing a school and taking it under the wing of the club has always been the main agenda, which finally in mid 2009... the mission was completed.
Now, with the school as the youth academy, influx of players will no longer be an issue. Or so we thought. Next on the list seriously is even complicated than rocket science.
Title of the experiment: Optimisation of Training Efficiency.
Variables to be taken account of:
1. length of training
2. court size
3. quantity
4. quality
5. focus of training
Seriously, is there any course to sign up for this? SOS wei~ ^^
When things don't go too well... headache.
When things go too well... also headache.
Good became too good.
Too good isn't really that good.
Problems require solutions.
Yet, solutions brings along new problems.
Ah.. What am I crapping about?
Why do I even burden myself with all this?
It has been 5-6 years since I was "conned" ^^ into holding the stick and whacking the ball. Recent coffee shop sessions has got me thinking.
Reality vs Floorball... Halt? Defer? Resume?
I do not have any Spiritual attachment or obligation like most, so why am I here?
Coincidentally, Chris's recent post really struck me. What am I playing for?
Sucked in and stuck in the never ending period?
It started of with personal development. The urge of testing your potential, to improve, to excel. Something which is never ending and constantly evolving new milestones to achieve. Then came a lot the kind of self satisfaction that maybe I can be good at this with a of little pride and ego as the stimulant. A reasonable amount of it and constantly keeping it in check is just the right kind of driving factor. Haha.
Then there is my passion for coaching I guess. Something which I discovered as I played Football Manager down the years. Although my favourite clubs is still Man Utd, while in other leagues I would pick Barcelona or Inter, they are just to complete for any further improvements. I often prefer to go for other mid table clubs which has groups of promising youngsters. 2001/02 Leeds was my favourite, then there is Parma(imagine the strike force of Gilardino and Adriano), Everton and the recent Tottenham with all the England U-21s. Applying it to Floorball, the sight of seeing the juniors playing, improving weekly and occasionally shines in tournaments is just sheer satisfaction.
The sense of loyalty too holds me firm in keep me stuck in the spiral of Floorball. I never thought that I had that with me before but at times, when I looked back how a reacted and felt on certain past or recent events, I guess I really despised disloyalty. Whether it is influenced, or subconsciously, I think I feel I owe the club, the people I follow and the people who followed. Grounded by loyalty, how troublesome. Haiz.
Yet, no matter what the reason, reality is still catching up. There is no denying it. Blending reality and passion... Another piece of rocket science to be solved.
Ah...... Draining
I guess I will just have to get some sleep, get my mind straight and think of another solution.
Life is just a circle of problem solving...
First training, then fitness, then reality la.
Crap~
However, the root of the problem was never eliminated. Instead the short term solution promotes a kind of "take-in-for-granted-you-need me" mentality which at times disrupts the team unity and synergy. With that in mind, securing a school and taking it under the wing of the club has always been the main agenda, which finally in mid 2009... the mission was completed.
Now, with the school as the youth academy, influx of players will no longer be an issue. Or so we thought. Next on the list seriously is even complicated than rocket science.
Title of the experiment: Optimisation of Training Efficiency.
Variables to be taken account of:
1. length of training
2. court size
3. quantity
4. quality
5. focus of training
Seriously, is there any course to sign up for this? SOS wei~ ^^
When things don't go too well... headache.
When things go too well... also headache.
Good became too good.
Too good isn't really that good.
Problems require solutions.
Yet, solutions brings along new problems.
Ah.. What am I crapping about?
Why do I even burden myself with all this?
It has been 5-6 years since I was "conned" ^^ into holding the stick and whacking the ball. Recent coffee shop sessions has got me thinking.
Reality vs Floorball... Halt? Defer? Resume?
I do not have any Spiritual attachment or obligation like most, so why am I here?
Coincidentally, Chris's recent post really struck me. What am I playing for?
Sucked in and stuck in the never ending period?
It started of with personal development. The urge of testing your potential, to improve, to excel. Something which is never ending and constantly evolving new milestones to achieve. Then came a lot the kind of self satisfaction that maybe I can be good at this with a of little pride and ego as the stimulant. A reasonable amount of it and constantly keeping it in check is just the right kind of driving factor. Haha.
Then there is my passion for coaching I guess. Something which I discovered as I played Football Manager down the years. Although my favourite clubs is still Man Utd, while in other leagues I would pick Barcelona or Inter, they are just to complete for any further improvements. I often prefer to go for other mid table clubs which has groups of promising youngsters. 2001/02 Leeds was my favourite, then there is Parma(imagine the strike force of Gilardino and Adriano), Everton and the recent Tottenham with all the England U-21s. Applying it to Floorball, the sight of seeing the juniors playing, improving weekly and occasionally shines in tournaments is just sheer satisfaction.
The sense of loyalty too holds me firm in keep me stuck in the spiral of Floorball. I never thought that I had that with me before but at times, when I looked back how a reacted and felt on certain past or recent events, I guess I really despised disloyalty. Whether it is influenced, or subconsciously, I think I feel I owe the club, the people I follow and the people who followed. Grounded by loyalty, how troublesome. Haiz.
Yet, no matter what the reason, reality is still catching up. There is no denying it. Blending reality and passion... Another piece of rocket science to be solved.
Ah...... Draining
I guess I will just have to get some sleep, get my mind straight and think of another solution.
Life is just a circle of problem solving...
First training, then fitness, then reality la.
Crap~
Thursday, September 24, 2009
It has been awhile
It has been awhile since I last posted...
The last one was posted in the midst of PFL 2009. (I wonder if we can still call it Penang Floorball League with the new ruling going around??)
Anyway, it was all hectic business after league. Mainly to follow up all the leftover assignments which was postponed to allowed me some extra driving minutes from work (BM) to the arena (BP). The fact that these leftover needs rushing to meet approaching deadlines really sucks.
More OT...
Was supposed to hand in a short review on the team's see saw journey in the league, but the work load was too draining making the temptation of post-work movie session even harder to overcome. Plus, with the short break from coaching, the whole body mind and soul seems to reject anything and everything to do with Floorball. To much dosage of the F-Drug and the body is starting to reject it.
Give more reasons to skip the blogging part - the sense of responsibility. The responsibility of blogging... The power and publicity of the WWW. Some small fry and turn into a big star or some tiny shit can get you into deep ship. In simple terms, look before you leap, think before you blog. It became quite a deep discussion after several controversy going around. (Lost? haha. Then you haven't been sensitive or so you haven't been privilege to be part of the gossip group. ^^)
In my terms, I call it tokkok la. But then, its pretty much true la. No matter the reason, publicity or for expression sake, lets not make enemies, so think thrice while you write. Crap, creating more work load for me, sienz. Don't write la.
Anyway, as you read the post, I am back!!
Pretty much I guess.
3 months is a hell long break, and am itching for some balls to smack, especially after the Sabah Trip with Team Unihoc. K, k, I will try, I said try and squeeze something out about the the trip. Try k? ^^
Plus October is around the corner. The hellish National Training. I must survive!! 4 months is a like a blink of an eye, APAC will be tougher being a qualifying year and the Sing's are carving to whack our asses after Korea. =.="
Must get fit ar... Haiz...
The worst of my problem is not the one on the body but rather the one on the mind. As seconds tick away, the nearer next years' league gets. I wonder whether I have enough juice for brain storm for the training drills, tactics etc etc. That aside, biggest prayer of all: everyone is on the same page! Save me all the man management crap.
Must get fit ar... Haiz...
The last one was posted in the midst of PFL 2009. (I wonder if we can still call it Penang Floorball League with the new ruling going around??)
Anyway, it was all hectic business after league. Mainly to follow up all the leftover assignments which was postponed to allowed me some extra driving minutes from work (BM) to the arena (BP). The fact that these leftover needs rushing to meet approaching deadlines really sucks.
More OT...
Was supposed to hand in a short review on the team's see saw journey in the league, but the work load was too draining making the temptation of post-work movie session even harder to overcome. Plus, with the short break from coaching, the whole body mind and soul seems to reject anything and everything to do with Floorball. To much dosage of the F-Drug and the body is starting to reject it.
Give more reasons to skip the blogging part - the sense of responsibility. The responsibility of blogging... The power and publicity of the WWW. Some small fry and turn into a big star or some tiny shit can get you into deep ship. In simple terms, look before you leap, think before you blog. It became quite a deep discussion after several controversy going around. (Lost? haha. Then you haven't been sensitive or so you haven't been privilege to be part of the gossip group. ^^)
In my terms, I call it tokkok la. But then, its pretty much true la. No matter the reason, publicity or for expression sake, lets not make enemies, so think thrice while you write. Crap, creating more work load for me, sienz. Don't write la.
Anyway, as you read the post, I am back!!
Pretty much I guess.
3 months is a hell long break, and am itching for some balls to smack, especially after the Sabah Trip with Team Unihoc. K, k, I will try, I said try and squeeze something out about the the trip. Try k? ^^
Plus October is around the corner. The hellish National Training. I must survive!! 4 months is a like a blink of an eye, APAC will be tougher being a qualifying year and the Sing's are carving to whack our asses after Korea. =.="
Must get fit ar... Haiz...
The worst of my problem is not the one on the body but rather the one on the mind. As seconds tick away, the nearer next years' league gets. I wonder whether I have enough juice for brain storm for the training drills, tactics etc etc. That aside, biggest prayer of all: everyone is on the same page! Save me all the man management crap.
Must get fit ar... Haiz...
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Headaches...
Headaches....3 down, 2 to go.
So far... so good lo.
so good that it's kinda too good to be true.
The headaches and concerns prior to the game, somehow solved.
With the help of additional blessing to us and probably accidental cursing to the other part, things seems to go pretty fine.
Yeah.
Good things do happen.
Yet, along came the bad ones as well.
Headaches...
The Bad, fatigue.
Tiring wei~
Work and lack sleep, driving 80+km, 40 min of intensity.
Crap~
Jason and co down.
Z-liticos settled.
Des Sam gone.
Chris and Sarah up next.
Final stop Ed and gang.
Sweating...
Can I last...
The Worse, absentees
We are surfing on high ground, hoping to achieve an extra mile and now hit by exams and holidays.
Sad case.
Headache.
Everyone is like a body part, how can the body function effectively without a limb.
Less people = more running + less substitution = fatigue = sure kena gao gao. Crap~
Lines, strategy, objective, all scraped, rethinked and reshuffled.
Headache...
The Worst, too much "FIRE"
The team is on fire, because the heart is on fire and raring to release it on court.
Not too bad.
Too much fire, blasted the head inside out, and now they think they are Cristiano Ronaldo.
Too much fire, blasted the backside, and burst them up into the space and they start floating happily up there.
Headache...
Have to walop they skull and turn the outside back in and have to spear them down so that they got the gravity feel back before the games.
Headache...
Get your head right and get your arse back down!!
Never, never never, never, ever
UNDERESTIMATE (capped, bolded, reded, largest font)
anybody!!!
Ok. - go running... =.="
Monday, July 6, 2009
Random: The Story So Far
constraints
limitations
controllable and or uncontrollable
no matter
face it we must
rawness
inexperience
balance with
boldness
aggression
give and take
scored and be scored
satisfied
reality
how different they can be
expectations
outcome
how surprising they can be
utterly inferior
pure dominance
expected
on par
turn tables
unexpected
drawbacks
fatigue
expected
consecutive
dogfight draw
unexpected
gamble
win and lose
expected
leading
break even
unexpected
more than satisfied
strength
weakness
matchable
strategies
mind games
mental strength
objective set
plan in placed
drawback
crap
objective reset
plan scrambled
headache
gamble
again?
headache
limitations
controllable and or uncontrollable
no matter
face it we must
rawness
inexperience
balance with
boldness
aggression
give and take
scored and be scored
satisfied
++++++++++++++++++++
assumptionsreality
how different they can be
expectations
outcome
how surprising they can be
utterly inferior
pure dominance
expected
on par
turn tables
unexpected
drawbacks
fatigue
expected
consecutive
dogfight draw
unexpected
gamble
win and lose
expected
leading
break even
unexpected
more than satisfied
++++++++++++++++++++
strength
weakness
matchable
strategies
mind games
mental strength
objective set
plan in placed
drawback
crap
objective reset
plan scrambled
headache
gamble
again?
headache
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