You Know It When Its a Good Sunday...

The day hasn't started bad. Woke up at nine plus to a phone call from my soccer punting kaki, who has decided to take our association further to a more physical level.

"Are you coming down still? 5 vs 4... short of one still..."

I was starved for action. The last soccer game I recalled playing, was during my National Service days, a good 6 years ago. Thats long, although I did not quite realise the length as I have been following the sport... erm... as a pundit.

The venue was at my alma mater, a street soccer court whose existence I never quite noticed. The standard of play was pretty good and definitely physically-challenging, not physically-tough but the pace was siong(fierce). "You might not even get the chance to shoot...", was the pre-match warning served. When I was not trying to act like Wayne Rooney, cutting through the defence and trying to project the Rooney-styled direct, piercing shot at goal, most of the time, I was panting like this...


Candidate for "I'm Too Sexy For My Blog" Campaign?

Since a year plus ago, I had been working in a nearby country, thus conveniently giving me the excuse to not exercise at all. Todays workout, reminded me of the past-paced cruelty of street soccer, although I think a basketball game can be worse. But the shiok(feel good) effects of exercises cannot be ignored. The moment my breathe returned to normal and my thighs would finally regain composure, I proceed to a nearby 7-11 where I gorged myself on 3 cans of H-TWO-O(A gas-less Isotonic drink). Again, I had forgotten how GOOD a chilled H-TWO-0 can feel as it glides down your parched-dry throat and into your belly-on-fire.

That done, I walked around the neighbour which I had not stepped into since 2 years ago. Like any self-respecting punter, I tried my luck at the SingaporePool outlet. That place, supposed to be quite "zun"(accurate). Finally, I went for my favourite Hainanese Boneless Chicken Rice stall for my lunch fix. The fix was awesome. The standard was still there. The fragance of the rice which wasn't too dry nor too oily and the chicken breast, tender and juicy to perfection. Nothing can beat sex but this only lose out by a narrow margin.

As I settled down on my comfortable director's arm-chair, blogging. I realise the time at 250pm at this instance. The sky looks gloomy though, think its gonna rain. But it doesn't matter anymore. I'm gonna be home for rest of the day. And its a day thats already as good as it ever gets. Unless, of course, sex is added into the package...

Feeling positive vibes... feeling positive vibes...