so this is another weekend…
…and another saturday. saturdays are quickly becoming a day i don’t like. strange as that sounds. but i have my own reasons. guess i’m strange anyway huh? hmm..
so this morning i woke up at 9 despite sleeping bout 2 plus. i woke up several times in the middle of the night too. it was quite dreadful, but also quickly becoming a norm lately. that’s what happens when i have things on my mind. either can’t sleep. or sleep but constantly waking up several times throughout the night until i give up trying to sleep in the morning.
anyway, steering clear of more depression for the moment, let’s talk bout today. today i played football. another friendly match between my office’s 1 building against another. the game was not bad in the first half, when we had most our first choice players in action. we raced to a 3-0 lead with a guy named ronnie scoring the first with a towering header from a corner, i scored the second from a good through ball with a left footed volley, and the third was a simple one on one after i pushed the last defender into a mistake, allowing my teammate, andrew, to slot it in. haha
second half started with all the second choice players getting some game time. it was obvious from the start that they would struggle. and we suspected we might lose our 3 goal lead. and we duly did. at 3-3, we made all the substitutions to re-enter the first choice players. immediately we started turning the tide in our favour. we constantly played the game in their half, causing them problems with our pace and passing. on one occasion, my teammate put me through on goal. i took the ball with my left foot, cutting inside the defender, and having beaten the offside trap and the defense, the defender proceeded to slide me from behind, taking me down. i got injured with that tackle while my teammate and i almost got into a fight with him cos he had already made several horrible tackles. so now i’ve got a badly gashed right elbow, a bruised but less badly gashed right thigh, and a blister on my left heel. in the end, i didn’t get my chance for a second goal, and had to go into awkward positions when i took a shower. :S
anyway, we had many chances to clinch victory but all the shots were either off target or straight at the keeper. especially with the last kick of the game when i put andrew through on goal again and he was one on one but shot straight at the keeper. disappointed we couldn’t get the win, but at least we did well.
so…here i am again. at home. sitting on my chair. thinking of the same old things. and will probably drown my misery in drinking water and watching footie on telly. sad? extremely. sigh…