now, my soccer friends who KNOWS i have a blog will prolly be expecting me ranting on my goal but i'd rather start at the beginning of the day. a very bad day which made the end all the much sweeter.

BEGINNING OF A BAD DAY!

woke up fairly early, but arrived at the office at 9.40. like *hysterical screaming*. everyone actually halted their work to see me STRUT in. and i bumped into this lady wearing a "does-he-work-here" expression. so paiseh la! i got so used to the 9.30 Airport meet up that i actually forgot that we have to report at 9 at the office. =x

LUNCHTIME DISASTER!

walked to IMM's Mc. bloody crowded can? so we went through this narrow aisle to check on the seats at the back. apparently taken, i turned around. i knocked into this guy's tray and sent his coke/sprite flailing to the floor. he even had the cheek to say "you should not have turned" then gimme that irritated look. i profusely said sorry and was prepared to pay him until i looked at his face again. WAH! still irritated uh! what to do? walk out on him lor. NOW BEFORE ALL YOU LEECHES GO ON RAMBLING THAT IM SUCH AN BUTTHOLE, LEMME GIVE YOU MY SIDE OF THE STORY.

the width of the aisle was about a man and a half wide. add in the lunchtime crowd and you'll understand how cramp it was to move about. this GUY! was super uber duper close to me, that even as i HALF turn, i already struck his tray. ITS A HALF TURN MIND YOU! by the time i fully turn, i saw the cup dropped on his tray at an angle and rolled off. if you're THAT close to a person, be prepared for a balancing act and how in the world did he expect to get pass me WITHOUT at least wobbling his tray? impatient doesnt pay my friend.

so i walked to about the Mc entrance, turned to my friend who said "now do what?" and did the coolest (at least to me at that time) thing i could think of: the famed CRonaldo shug+pout.

once out, Sean said "he asked "so who's gonna pay for this?"". so we just walked briskly to the next food outlet we could find. now you be the judge: should i have stay and pay him or did i do the not-morally-but-physically right thing?

HOMEWARD BOUND. EH! IM SUPPOSE TO HEAD TO SCHOOL!!!!

jialat. board the wrong train. luckily i realised it when the train stopped at Clementi. got out, switch train and head back to Jurong. this is the part i loathe. on the short train back to Jurong, the train was SUPER packed that when the door closed, it would have been balls meet door saved for my cap's rim that made me arc my back slightly. now THERE'S a justifiable need to get my own transport. i cant just have everyone intruding onto my personal space/breathing room.

THE SUPER SWEET MOMENT THAT MAKES UP FOR TODAY'S BADASS-NESS

now, you COULD call this bragging but i rather call it From-My-Point-Of-View. now the details leading up to the goal is suddenly very sketchy to me. all i know is that i got the ball from wan, let the ball roll abit, feign my body right while kicking the ball the other way, ran around the defender, collected the ball and slot it past the helpless keeper. wht a moment! everyone was like YAT SCORE YAT SCORE!!! and in Zam's words "celebrate macam Premier League". it was even sweeter that the defender whom i tricked was the person who bodychecked and robbed me of a shot earlier. i was estatic, to say the least. no mere words could express my joy at the buildup of the goal. i'll be the first to say that im no technical/fanciful player. i dont twirl, do tricks, stepovers. i get the ball, get an opening, shoot. but to achieve that kind of trick is just too much for words to express. and i applaud wan for not being fanciful today. the chemistry between us today was top notch. he knew where i would be and i knew AT TIMES where'd he be. today was the best team effort we could possibly asked for.

a goal worth its weigh in gold (ok nie part da macam paham but DEFINITELY one for the memories.)

(PS someone called me gila. hello miss, nk mati eh? hahaha)