Looking for a light

The past weekend was fun, Jerrard came over and we watched soccerm, watchin Chelsea completely obliterate Charlton. It was boring, really boring. And Johannson is officially a pale shadow of his former self. Now he’s just a “justin timberlake” lookalike who has lost all his clinical finishing. We talked about SMU and all, and of cos the topic of pleasing yourself or your parents. For the record, Jerrard I really hope to see u at SMU.

Anyways I woke up at 0745 on Sunday Morn, and met up wif my RI frends to play soccer. We went to a nearby street soccer court5, and started playing. More and more teams joined in and we started off well. Eventually we came up against a team of Chinese guys. They were ok, not rough or anything, but they began to adopt a fucked up style of play. The keeper would pick up the ball, throw it real high, and a guy waiting just outside our D would be waiting outside the area and flick it into the goal. Cheap skate bastards. I told off one of them, a pony-tailed son-of-a-bitch and his excuse was dat we din tell them they were not supposed to at the start, and dat it was street soccer anyways. Ppl often have the misinterpretation dat street soccer was like street basketball, where rules were relaxed. In fact street soccer has even more rules than field soccer.

So I decided that the best way to get back at that pony-tail bugger was to let my feet do the talking. So I subsequently rocastled the fucker, and even said “That must be worth at least half a goal”, to the laughter of the nearby crowd. Sweet revenge. I really hope dat guy remembers the rocastle.

We walked away soon after and found a basketball court where we played against a more decent group of guys. It was really fun, and we played till about 12. We ended off the day with a Chinese vs Malay/Indian game, a throwback to primary school, when dat was the easiest way of splitting up into teams. We were 1 down but eventually beat them 2-1. sweet. I really wish I could play this coming Sunday, but cause of the ops….sigh.

Hanafi’s Place

Finally, I made my way to Hanafi’s place this year after much procrastination and stuff in the past. It was real fun, cos I joked a lot wif all the other guys, it was great to see that about 11 of our batch was there, including Prashanth, which I thought was great, cos I really feel that Hari Raya should be shared with all. We joked about all our bloody antics in RI in the past, and it was great to see my seniors like Hassan and Adib, whom I had not kept in touch wif in a long time. I had a great time and ate about 3-4 dinners. Ooops. Oh well, my only regret was not remembering to take down the mobile phone Nos. of the guys there.

Sigh, its now 2230hrs and I’m still slogging away at the office, and worse still, drawing a measly salary. Some people I know don’t even do half as much but earn twice more. But that’s really life right? Sometimes I feel that the true meaning or essence of life is its uncanny way of belittling u, making u depressed, and unfortunate. But I’ve gotten past dat. Nowadays its just accepting and moving on, I can’t wait to get out of here.

I haven’t asked for leave on Thursday yet, this is so fucked up. I really hope to spend time wif Uni. Realli.