Time after time..

Just realized another year almost gone by.. lots has happened.. i didnt even realize that it did pass.. tis a lil sad.. but we all know time wasting was inevitable..

Twas John Lennon who said Time wasted was not wasted.. sounds good i guess.. done!

Relationships have been made and lost.. and so have ppl. Some of them rekindled some crashed and burnt and subtly settled in an unspoken rubble. There were twists and turns in the countless lives we shared with the countless ppl.

We lost a couple of ppl here and there who had to leave for different reasons.. maybe they were done with their academics and some left cos it was just written in the stars.. God bless um..

So after the taboccos burnt.. beers drunk.. ligaments torn.. ppl mugged.. failed papers.. missed classes.. love lost.. love found.. hell even love wasted.. we all still here.. with our broken smiles and uncertainty.. thats pretty good taking into consideration how much we worry about tomorrow and how the path we on is treating us and how spontaneously we use the time we know we have left b4 we all move onward to our own respective & seperate directions..

Pretty empty post huh? =D

I tot i was moving in some sorta direction.. ended up with nothing much.. o well! *shrug*

Peace

RR

Superstar..

Thats what mos ppl hu i play futsal with call me.. not my boys of course.. to my boys im just a good player.. with my boys its like.. umm.. how do i put it.. its like when you eat a delicacy over and over again.. its no longer a delicacy.. its the norm.. so yaa..

I think they call me superstar cos they cant pronounce or remember my name.. heck i aint complaining.. my nick name on the football team in high school was mouse.. cos with my speed id pop outta places n stuff.. so superstar def. BIG improvement!

Anyway, today Ahmed forced me to play in this weekly tourny they organize.. i was def. his last resort cos he was literally at my doorstep begging me to play.. i was declining in my chuddi outside my door the whole time, but he outside the grill was only gna accept one answer.. and apart from futsal i oredy give in really easy.. so for futsal.. it wasnt hard to convince me.

I made it there on time, was a short wait for our first game.. looked like Ahmed couldnt sum up his usual dream team, was a bunch a no1's on our side against a star studded side.. no need for names cos you prolly wouldnt cross check n e way, although you can take my word for it.

10 mins, two halves.. you gotta win two games to progress.. simple enough..
I was having a ball as usual.. shouting orders out even though i didnt know my team as well as i would usually.. thing is when it comes to futsal.. team work is crucial.. as is individual performance.. team play always boots a ball hog wannabe hero!

I scored from an assist for Captian Ahmed who toiled on the wings.. i was make shift defender and attacking midfield.. my favourite.. i enjoi stealing the ball from the opposition and then planting it at the feet of the attackers to slot it home.. but this time it was me slamming it in since it was a counter.

As talented as these lads are.. they have very sensitive attitudes and almost zero technique.. during opposition goal kicks their backs are still facing the balls and when possession is lost they hardly make an attempt to play defense.. its not their fault, its just habit.. so having me on the pitch theres a repetitive shout of "back bitches!!! BACK!!!" to remind them we gotta win the ball back!

I was subbed out about 3 mins in the second half.. i had no complaints dead tired from a long day.. in came Ali, full of flair and style.. seven mins later we ran out emphatic winner 8-0.. since of the opposition players had a lil pitch fit and walked out on his team mates.. the goals were pretty much raining since we were 5 and them 4 lads on the pitch.. but hey.. not like we aint gna savour the win!

Second match i didnt start.. but i didnt care.. happy to not be on my feet.. and esp. not running around on the pitch.. 1st half over.. score reads 4-3.. yap.. pretty eventful.. we were down 2-0.. managed to take the lead 3-2.. but Mohd's team somehow got back into it..

With about 3 mins to go i was subbed in.. as i took my stride through into the pitch.. ball rolls towards me.. step up slam a beau left legged bullet in.. ive always not been able to happily celebrate an equalizer.. its all or noting for me.. 

Next min.. another loose ball.. another slammer with me left leg.. another goal.. woohoo.. winner for me.. what i didnt kno was God was going to gift the opposition two soft goals for us to eat dirt in the las min..

Although in my defense the decisions were EXTREMELY dodgy.. in the las min, Ahmed was being kicked by the defenders like a black dood being assaulted by the cops.. was just appauling that nothing were fouls.. eventually after knocking out countless shins.. they got their goals.. *shrug* not in our power really..

O well.. another day.. another match.. inevitable blistering, flashy goals.. what can i say.. Superstar.. =)

RR

Pointless..

Kinda have nothing articulate to post.. got futsal in a couple of hours and cant really nap or kill time.. 

I've developed this habit.. prolly gna skid off course, but atleast for the last week.. i have been sleeping by MAX 2AM.. which is a big deal for me.. i sleep by like 8ish [which is when my 1st class starts usually ] and wake up at 4-6ish.. dont know why all of a sudden adaptation of a norm routine, but im sorta enjoying it.. i gotta admit, physically i feel MUCH better.. can plan my day.. not at all lethargic.. got more useful hours whilst the sun is up.. but for what? =\

I caught myself worrying about random things more than once.. twas actually bugging.. my head's so full of skepticism, calculations, stereotypes and assumptions that its bugging me.. its a task thinking about things.. it actually hurts me head.. but then again.. i cant let go of me train of thought now.. can i? 

Dropping a habit of that sort to me is like losing a limb.. literally life changing.. if i did acheive that.. ud see a MUCH brighter version of me.. which is more along the lines of a myth..

A friend of mine just asked me if i was still feeling sorry for myself.. i tot i let that part of me go a long time ago.. ive seen things.. ive lived.. heck.. ive grown.. i know good from bad.. to just give ppl a vivid picture in statement form.. i thank God for everything i have and didnt get and pray this is how its sup. to be.. cos knowing my gloomy and sorrowful nature.. i wouldnt b happy any other way.. innit? =\

Im just a sad person.. waiting to test ppl with my epidemic of negativity and go with the flow of whatever comes my way.. 

RR