Anyway, it's 2.33am and I'm so freakin bored and sleepy. Yet I don't feel like sleeping. Maybe cause I spent half the day sleeping already? I choose to 'use time to the fullest', stay awake and do something besides sleep, in this case, BLOG. What's a putut to do in the dead of night? Sigh.
I'm kinda stoned at the moment, and the only thing I'm feeling now is the sting on my muscles, and hell it doesn't feel nice. Thanks to my sangap-ness of footie, I spent Sunday playing football TWICE. Once in Segambut with my Victorian homies, and once back in my place with those mofoswhothinktheydamnbigtime. Any person would turn down round 2, but I just couldn't resist the temptation.
Reached Segambut quite-the-late, but being SANGAP, I quickly stripped down to my shorts and climbed into the futsal court though the first thing I got was a WTF when I got there. 16 people in a 5-on-5 court? Doesn't look nice. Anyway, sangap-ness just got the better of me. Played anyway. Doesn't matter when you haven't fed your growling sangap-ness for almost a month, does it? Ended up playing only 20minutes. Had a couple chances, took a few shots, took a few deep breaths. A lil' satisfied. Back home now?
Nah. That wasn't it. Some random chinamen asked us to play against them. For me, a definite yes. Got 5 of us, entered and here we go. Didn't take long for me to feel the effects of eating, sleeping, rinsing and repeating. Muscles began to ache, breathing was a bit harder than usual. Did my job of running here and there, playing monkey with 'em. Pancit-ing. Then this happened.
[random chinaman takes pekat shot into you-know-where, *BOOM*]
nicks : *OUCH* Go go. Ball in posession. Play on.
chinaman: Eh you ok or not?
nicks : Ok.
[team loses possession]
nicks : Eh cannot. Chup. Pain. Cipap, I goalie now.
Just the catalyst for further pain. Being the semangat goalie with my dives, I started to play hero, making a couple of saves on the way. Until I finally brushed my beautifully stitched left knee on the screwed up carpet. When it bleeds, it really BLEEDS. As a plus, I ripped a bit more than that. THANKS. Just wasn't worth it.
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Ouch says it all. Wiped off erythrocytes like water. Continued playing anyway as I was THAT sangap. Played a bit more till Chris had to leave for grandma's somewhere near 1U. Needed a lift and FOOD, so I followed him with Danny and Cipap all the way there. Trembling in exhaustion and pain. Ouch.
Grandma : *switches to channel 70* English movie. Can understand?
nicks : -_- Yes aunt.
We live in Malaysia 2007, not 1957. Ok. Did his stuff, left to find some FOOD. Went to TTDI, I think, for makan at the mamak. Briyani and chicken. Burp. Started raining, and they started contemplating bout dumping me in Setiawangsa LRT. No thanks. Titiwangsa, thankyouverynice! Got my ride, got home, had a fresh change of clothes, grabbed my boots and off to round 2 I go!
Well it wasn't really fun, they wouldn't even let me and my brother in the same team.
some guy : You 2 split.
nicks : No we same team. Those 2 there play together.
some guy : Cannot. Later imbalance.
Indirectly saying that I'm just too good for them? Must make me bangga? Just admit it. No need to send 3 people to mark me when I'm on the ball and hit me on me leftie again. Made the wound pour another fountain. THANKS. No point getting myself injured. Just stood around, knowing they just wouldn't pass to me. Was pancit already by then anyway. But then again, I was SANGAP. Moms dropped by to pick us up, and so we left. At least I didn't need to move my legs any more that I did that day.
Ended the day in pain and exhaustion, a ripped knee and an aching back. Not forgetting my dear elbow, thanks to that freak accident at home (thanks to sangap-ness of footie as well). Well I guess that was more than enough practice for RCG coming up on Wednesday. Now, what's important is that I recuperate fast enough from this shit I'm going through and score some goals on Wednesday =)
