Squeezed dry Sunday.

Was as usual late for soccer and I was rushing out after my morning 'char siew pau' that would keep me filled for the morning before lunch. And while heading to one of the cars, I had realised my mom took my car which had all my belongings for 'Sporty Sunday' and so I called her before departing my house so that I can collect my stuff when she has parked in Botany Town Centre. While on my way, the gut feeling of forgetting to bring something arised. Not only one item/task but three! First I had realised I forgotten to pack my towel, next I found out I had forgotten to 'tone' my face after cleansing it. So what? It wouldn't hurt if I skipped a shower or close my pores for the day. But the last item which I had forgotten to bring out was my cell phone. Without much ado, I took a 3 point turn instantly. Yes, the dawn of mankind not being able to live without his cellphone has arrived. And I fell victim to this turning point or era if you like.

Soccer in the morning was pretty tiring as there were only 8 of us. The opposition team which I had mentioned about redemption was not going to turn so had we found out according to the booking list. Will have to make do for the day with arduous running back and forth.

After lunch, I had a brief 45 minutes 'digestion time' before outdoor soccer was confirmed. Kohia Terrace is a real suitable location to play socially as the field was surrounded by rock walls which prevents the ball from leaving the vicinity of the field. Ahhh, how nice it is without having the worry about running after the ball once it has breached the boundary. Played a whole 2 and a half hours of field soccer and by the first hour, I had reached a conclusion that s**k big time in it. Getting rusty or maybe I'm getting too used to indoor soccer. Fell by tripping on the slightly deflated ball.

By the time I knew it, it was already quater past 6 and badminton in the hall along the same road was already calling. Another 3 hours of shuttlecock blasting for me now.

All in all, it was altogether a combined 6 and a half hours of perspiring, chasing, kicking, smashing and exhaustingly running about.

The time now is 1208am when I finished this blog, so I think right after my 'ever so unhealthy shower so late into the night', I shall collapse onto my bed and if by any chance I do not wake up after 12 hours of sleep, someone please dial 111 and come look for me please. *gasping for oxygen to fuel my brain*

Till tomorrow, good night Auckland.

Am feeling: How am I feeling you say? two words, Go figure!