Soccer slump/Night out with friends.

Hey there. I’ve been wanting to write a post for days now but haven’t got the time-no okay haven’t got the will to do so.In case you’re wondering what the ruler of Planet Putra looks like now, well,here you go.

Last Friday, I played a friendly against Aide Iskandar’s selection team. I was so ready to score. And guess what? Hady Mirza – YES, THE Hady Mirza was playing for the Aide’s team! He arrived and talked to us, he’s such an average, typical,good guy. He doesn’t smile much,but he speaks to us as a normal person would,with respect and never placing himself as the Oh-I’m-A-Celebrity-So-I’m -Better-Than-You merit. I liked the way he spoke to us in a Kampung-Style Malay fashion. I hate it when people have this stupid implication that once people become famous,they become snobbish and “kerek” or “how lien” . Like the way they say Taufik Batisah and Aliff Aziz have their heads in the sky just cus they’re famous. Why,people why? Keep in mind that you might not see these people everyday but when you do, you might have caught them on a bad day where they prefer to be quiet and private. Right? But anyway, Hady’s such a role model for me, how he won over the fans in Asian Idol…wow. SO proud that he’s Singaporean+Malay. Star struck man,star struck.

Hady and I

Okay,so there was the match, right? The defenders were rough on me and I had to think of an escape,quick. But I never think well in matches. There’s always indecision! Argh! But then, I had an opportunity to break my duck when a team mate slipped a through ball to me. I chased it,defender breathing down my neck and all and tried smacking the ball into the far corner of the net with my right boot. Unfortunately,intentions sometimes don’t become outcome as my intended diagonal shot went straight at the ‘keeper and it bounced off him for a corner. As a striker, I think I should put away all the chances I get,no matter how hard it would seem to be. But considering the cake of rust that stuck upon my footballing metal, it was an excusable miss. However,the next one….not so excusable. We were playing wall all across the pitch and a slick move made way for a cross from the right which missed a defender, a team mate, and another defender. Then the ball fell to me. All I had to do was sidefoot it into the bottom left hand corner. But everything happened so fast and mis-kicked and missed!!!! I had the ‘keeper beaten but I missed! From a meter and a half I missed!!! NoOOoooOoo!!!!!!! Why is this happening!!????? Haaha. Then Hady Mirza, playing as a striker, scored. Hady,the singer,the entertainer,scored. I,the footballer,who has dreams,missed. Haiyo! And then I felt the ankle again. Again with the ankle! Just 30 mins into the match and already I asked to be taken off. Sigh….but we were the better team overall,though. Aide did not play until the 70th minute or so. He is a monster of a man! He’s huge! I wished I could play against him…=( In the end, it was Ottawa Serpent 3 Aide Iskandar Selection 3.

Ok so last night, went out with WRS friends for buka(fast breaking dinner). I was glad to see them. Nurul and the rest(Hanafi,Sadiqul,Shaiful,Farouzqshk and Famie) were late(as usual), and we headed off to City Hall. In the MRT, we were a bit noisy because of the jokes and the banter we were giving to one another. Only Famie was typically quiet. Upon reaching, we met Aishah and headed to..errr a place in City Hall. Nurul actually wanted to eat at a food court. A food court. In the town. Can you believe that????? The nerve of that girl! Drag my ass all the way to City Hall to eat……Food Court food? We might as well have stayed in Causeway Point,Woodlands to eat! Haiya.. So I told her eat some place else and we ate at Swensen’s(which,ironically,is found in Causeway Point as well,heehee) . I had the Sourdough 49ers(which I won’t be having again) and the rest had,well, food as well. Then the BIRTHDAY! girl arrived with her boy toy,Faizal just as our food arrived. Iqul had trouble with his chunky Salmon and Chicken sandwich, Aishah and Famie shared a pepperoni cheese pizza,Shaiful and Farouzqshk ate the same thing,breaded Chicken steak,Nurul had….Omelette.Tsktsktsk. Omelette. First she suggested a food court,then she ordered OMELETTE. And Hanafi had Chicken Baked Rice,my favourite!

An hour and many photos later, we exited the restaurant to find some place to sit and talk about stuff. We walked to Boat Quay and sat at this..place. And oh,we met Farhan there too. So we talked and laughed and talked some more. We talked bad about alot of people. I don’t dislike those people we talk bad about,but I do it anyway. Why eh? Hmmmm…. And we took some pictures as well. Then I stood back while they were sitting to take a moment to look and my friends.

Everything was well. I mean, Hanafi is taller(though not meatier), Farouzqshk is meatier(though not taller), Iqul,sporting Porcupine, golden hair, had his Pump shoes on, Farhan was,well,Farhan, Shaiful is still his annoying old self, Famie was still hot,still sexy, Aishah has eyebrows now, Nurul looked decent in her lovely dress and Hanisah looked happy with Faizal. So, nothing’s changed too much and we were still who we were in secondary school. And that made the outing worthwhile: being with the people you know and love and care about.=)

Farhan,Myself,Farouzqshk,Shaiful,Sadiqul

I don't smoke,but I do smoke backwards.

Pressing the pump on Iqul's shoe,which does nothing.

Faizal molesting me

Apparently,the girls obsess over my buttocks,and more apparently,Faizal,has a fetish for men.

I'm flying,Rouq,I'm flying!

Dinner at Swensen's

Where's Hanafi....oh,no wait. He's our photographer for the evening.

Everyone wants to be king of Planet Putra so they want to kill me.

They were taking up my photo space!!!