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Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Spinning around

I just can't stop thinking of how my head hurts. Suffering from a merciless migraine. Could be due to a lack of sleep. Or worse, a brain tumour.

Anyway, today's quarterfinals squash match against Hall 3 was one of the most nerve-wrecking. Most of our players were not on form today - Jack was suffering from a bruised chest from rugby, Kian Choon was burnt and achy from rugby, I had sore muscles from yesterday's hockey and like me, Joanne was tired from lack of rest.

We managed to win the game by a close fight. Credit goes to Kian Choon, Ren Choon and Joanne for winning their matches.

I lost.

Despite the fact that making it into the semi-finals is something to be happy about, I'm not exactly in the best of moods because I felt I could have won my opponent. It WAS within my ability. It's not impossible. I had such a good chance! But sadly, during the third set, I seemed to have lost my concentration and drive. I literally GAVE the last few points to my opponent.

Oh well, I will take this as a lesson well learnt. I'm probably not mentally strong enough to play well in spite of discomfort and fatigue. Need to work on that. Maybe I didn't want it badly enough.

Sigh. Could do with some cheering up. Anyone up to it?

[Time of Confession] 10:02 PM
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