Soccer Khakis

CT invited me to play soccer on sunday. yippee!!

Honestly, I was feeling a little down that day. I can't really put a finger to it, but I think its because I've not been very productive these few weeks. Everyone I meet has been asking me, "So, what have you been doing?".

I'm sure they wouldn't want to hear what I've really been doing - fetching my mum to work, meeting with some friends, sitting in front of the computer writing blogs/emails, reading my textbook that my future boss asked me to read, and loads of other mundane things.. you know, like eating, going to toilet, and stuff like that.

So I said, "I'm slacking...". Which is true to some extent. And which is probably why I've been feeling a little.. unfulfilled, if ya know whadye mean.

Naturally, after I got CT's sms for soccer, I was really quite happy. AND AND AND, Arsenal and Chelsea were playing that night! We could all watch it together and comment on how the players play, how the referree referrees, and how some of the audience looks. It was going to be an awesome match, given that Arsenal and Chelsea are the top two finishing teams of the English Premiere League and they are known to be rivals for the longest time EVAR.

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On Sunday though, our PM Lee Hsien Loong was giving a talk, the National Day Rally, at NUS(btw, I wonder, there's probably a group of computer savvy people dedicated to trawling the net for "sensitive" issues that might compromise our national security.. and they might actually search for our PM's name, and my blog might actually come up! In that case, name dropping might actually boost the popularity of my blog, whadya think?) So when I drove down to NUS, an entrance along Clementi Road was blocked. I stopped there and a policeman asked me if I had a "Y Permit". Huh? I don't have lor, so I went to another entrance.

Phew, the entrance wasn't blocked, so I drove in. But halfway in, there was another blockage... win already. I got diverted to some winding road, and drove along it for some 5 mins before I reached a dead-end at some School of International Policy. Finally I found my way out... to Pasir Panjang Road...

I wanted to get to the Sports and Recreation Centre, so I went all around to the entrance at NUH. Luckily it wasn't blocked... but the carpark that's nearest to the SRC was closed. In the end, I had to park illegally.

At this point, I'm considering whether you're bored stiff of my parking adventures during the National Day Rally at NUS. I may decide to delete this paragraph and the other three paragraphs above it.. but then again, I may keep it, given that I've just put in about 10 mins of my time on them. hahaha..

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The past few times that I've been playing soccer, I've been getting injuries like 30% of the time. Once, I fractured my foot. Once, I sprained my ankle. Many times I've been tackled to the ground. And as much as it seems like I play soccer to get injuries, I'd really much rather prefer to be injury-free.

when i get injured, i go through a phase of Denial, Anger, Sadness and finally Acceptance. Sometimes the Denial part is gone damn quick, because its bloody (pun intended) obvious I have an injury. Sometimes I can't get over the Anger, especially when its somebody else's fault. And though I act civil and don't sprout vulgarities, my mind is constantly humming the words "C-B". Horh, so now you know, you blady CB who blady kicked my legs WITHOUT getting the ball, causing me to sustain an injury on my delicate chin, and resulting in people wondering why the hell I have a goatee to the side of my chin. Now you know that I haven't forgiven you, you blady CB.

Luckily, on Sunday I didn't get injured, and enjoyed the game quite a bit. We then had mixed grill at Beauty World that one of them recommended. Fwaaa, the serving is very generous la. And it came with a thick slice of bread with butter. We had a friendly competition trying to finish the food. The food was good, but a little oily and besides baked beans and cucumbers, there was (were?) no other vegetables.

So anyway after dinner we watched the match, and the result isn't important. If the result was important to you, you probably already know it, so what's the point of me writing it down? sigh...

I've been thinking though, that I've only met some of my soccer khakis like 10 times in my entire life. And I've never talked much to them since, you know, what sort of conversation can you have while playing soccer. Yet strangely, I feel good hanging around with them, and they seem closer than just aquaintances. I guess they are nice people who share a common interest, so its easier to make friends...

I'll probably not get a chance to play with them one last time this coming sunday, since I'm leaving for London pretty soon. So CT, if you're reading this, thanks for jio-ing me for soccer and giving me the opportunity to meet these people.