The full team played in both matches today. Order of play was 2-1-3. We beat Korea wearing a bright yellow sleeveless with white skirt in the morning, and beat Japan in a mean looking black and white outfit in the evening. The thing that I had always personally admire about the Koreans and Japanese is their fighting spirit. Often in a match, they can seem to run endlessly and barely look tired even in the fifth set! Simply amazing. So, it’s pretty satisfying when you win a match against them. Makes you feel as though you’re as fit as them. With their never give up and die hard attitudes, they gave all of us good matches which we enjoyed.

10a.m :

Played Korea. Had my left knee wrapped as I felt it was still slightly bruised from my brush of death with the wall. Goodness...knee looked like Frankenstein, all patched up with different shades of bandages. 

12p.m :

Ray confirmed my trip to Singapore for a WISPA tournament. My first overseas trip for the year! Told Della I’ll be going and she said she’ll bring me out to popular places to eat. Apparently, the food at these places are ‘syiok and can steam one’! Looking forward to this steamy events.

We packed lunch from Starbucks and watched more F.R.I.E.N.D.S episodes on Nicol’s laptop. A Korean fan gave Nicol a present. Advised her to open with care in case it was Anthrax. It only turned out to be a top. Well, just thought it would be super exciting if the S.W.A.T team and crew surrounded our hotel.

Whoa, nearly missed the bus. We were the last on board. My fault. Lost track of time while typing this.

 Played Japan. Did not Frankenstein my knee. Nicol saw Sharon exchanging e-mail address with one of the Japanese boys. Gee, I wonder what’s going on there. Took team photographs with them after the matches. Another team meeting about tomorrow’s line-up.

8.15p.m :

Had KFC for dinner. Passed many team delegates and officials, dressed to the nines at hotel lobby. They were going to a dinner party at the Mandarin Oriental, thrown by the ASF President, Mr Ramachandran. Should be a glitzy and posh night for them. No participants were invited.

Nicol went to bed early but was disturbed by several calls. I received a text message from England. Excited but only to find out it was from Marcus, an old friend. He was suppose to be back to watch this Championship. No idea why he didn’t make it. He should have. zZzzZz.