black pepper crab

i have this believable tired look. even though i've never used this 'ability' to ask for some time off from work, i've thought damn hard about it. especially when espn's showing live champions league matches.. it's 7- and 8-hours back from the local uk and continental european times respectively. looks can be deceiving. i always have this reservation about playing guys that doesn't-look-like-a-player when i sign up for tennis tournaments. you know the type. most of them look like some pakcik who's headed for a walk at the park instead of playing in a high-octane tennis match against me. got psycho'd out a few times already. nothing's worse than losing to these guys. usually i go in with my full tennis gear - 3 wilson tennis racquets, matching tennis bag, full nike apparel - with one objective in mind - looking intimidating in order to psycho the other guy. the true gauge of his capabilities will be made known when we start warming up. i'll hit unbelievable ground strokes from both wings, make solid volleys, and never miss my overheads. by this time, if the other guy can match my shots, then i'd be in deep shit. only then i'll start thinking of a gameplan. at the level i'm competing at, typically, guys will have trouble hitting good, solid backhands. so i'll direct my attacks there. if this gets too easy, i'll re-direct my offense to the guy's stronger shot and nullify it. this way, i'll break him down more. see, i'm not just another pretty face you know. often times, the strategy goes against me. for some reasons, my opponents employ the same tactics against me. hmmm... anyways, i've set a target to win one tournament this year, at least. aiming for the more prestigious ones, i.e. austin scott invitational, broomfield open, boulder open, or denver city open. well, to tell you the truth, i'd settle on winning anything right now. wish me luck people. which kinda reminds me, i haven't found a coach yet. ate at korea house for lunch today. walked into the place, then the nice korean makcik waitress asked, "spicy calamari?", before i even sat down. i was amused. smiled, nodded, asked for hot tea, and sat down at an open table. when the food came out, she brought with her two bowls of rice (aisey, can't this makcik see i'm trying to lose some weight?). there goes my 2-miles of hard running from last night. it was satisfying to say the least. and it means that i've got to wake up early tomorrow morning and burn some calories! i've got my weekend pretty much set. hope you'll have a wonderful one too. stay safe and take care k! ps: been listening to sheila-on-7's '30 hari mencari cinta' soundtrack that i bought when i went to jb in november