wewonManU

Last week, we had a match against the same team of 17 ruffians who calls themselves die hard ManU supporters that trashed my incomplete futsal team two weeks back. Was expecting for a friendly match so that we can improve our skills but to my surprise, they actually challenged us to a bet.

The bet was:

The loosing team will pay for the court rental fees plus top up another 100 bucks for the winning team.

Seeing that this will not be good to the friendship when we win, of course we quickly refused. Plus we Liverpool supporters totally into sportsmanship. Yet they kept pestering and thrash talking to my team captain. What to do? When idiots asking for a kick in the tush so that they can fall into the pits of depression, how can we refuse?

In the end of the day, what do you expect the outcome will be?

Of course we won the match and they with their proudly imported blabber mouthed keeper ended up paying for the court. We tried telling them that we wouldn't mind splitting the fees when the score was 8-8, we didn't really want to bet in the first place but what to do? ManU supporters are just so egoistic. We can't help if jackasses wished to remain an ass right?

Do note that we the gentlemen didn't take the 100 bucks from them thinking that they probably need it to buy themselves a couple of beers just to drown their sorrows. Poor chaps.

I guess life is not always perfect huh?

Looking forward to tomorrow's game though... Woot... Pepe is back...

Of Futsal and Weekends...

Had futsal yesterday, played against a team of 7 who's stamina and speed are far superior than those that I've encountered before. Not to mention that they are rather rough on the field as well. Would've easily given them a few yellow or red cards if I were to be the referee.

Plus the fact that I had my team captain and my MVP down with stomach discomfort and the other knee injury, our make do team was trashed. The difference in scores are so vast that I'm too ashamed to even mention those numbers here.

However, I will still salute my all star defender for being exceptionally on fire and passionate through out the entire game without giving in to circumstances. For that, he - Clemen Lawrence a.k.a Slider a.k.a Lawrence of the Arabia, was given the title "Man of The Match".

Compared to Mr.Arabia, I was not being a team player at all. I have not displayed any sportsmanship nor passion to my position as a goal keeper as I should. I'm greatly ashamed of my attitude for giving up easily even before the game ends. I played badly yesterday and it was a great humiliation to me not because of loosing the match but because of my attitude in accepting defeat before the battle starts.

Time to buck up on my side, skill wise and as well as my sportsmanship.

This weekend would be probably the lousiest weekends of all. Having in mind of a certain someone too far for my reach. Having "maybes" and "perhaps" wandering all over my logics and rationality. Six months of wishful thinking... and counting down.

Boy, this would be one of those times where regrets are just around the corner...

Cibal Shi...

6 months

In 6 months (at least that is what I have been told), I would have a shot at pitching myself to a client.

In 6 months, lifestyle could have a 360 degree changes or returning to its mundane cycle.

In 6 months anything could happen.

In 6 months, I could be a millionaire.

6 months...

if only 6 months would be the fixed term to end my misery.

doknowwhattoputhere

I like Homer. *haha*

Previous post was so spur of the moment. I guess I was having some difficult time at work plus some relationship issues that made me in such a "Blarghing-mood" sorta state of mind. Probably don't know how to express the mess that I got myself into hence produced such a simple but meaningless post.

I've said this many times but it never gets old. Reading through some of my old posts amazes me sometimes. Amazed by the randomness and stupidity of the contents, there are hardly any facts or useful information included in most of those post. I think it is because I was too lazy to draft and finalize before I post.

I like Homer Hulk.

Had a brief dinner with Metal yesterday. Good to catch up with this old friend once in awhile. He is one of those people that speaks with insights alongside with tons of nonsense (mind you that these nonsense are 90% funny 90% of the time).

But yesterday was the first time we actually talked about girls and he had something positive to say about relationships heck he finally have someone in mind that could make this intelligent nut case all mushy. The sight of a mushy METAL was gross... but I'm glad. Means he is not gay after all.

Yangs, you are saved.

Then we went on talking about how negative I was, always admit defeat before the battle even starts. I have to agree with him, I am that negative. Especially in areas that I am not in full control. But you will never find that attitude when I'm playing FSP games or futsal, I play to pwnzed. I might not necessary win, but I will play till the fat mama sings.

Haha, fat mama sings. Doesn't make sense but just want to put it there for fun sakes.

Anyhow, time to go back to work. Ciaoza.