Men and soccer.

"I'm telling you women can't drive. Look what happened now!"

Okay this is gonna be a long post...

Emaths paper 2 today was pretty simple.With just a few screw ups here and there, i think i'll be contented if i score a B3-B4.

But the highlight of today was probably the 5 hours plus of street soccer under the hot sun without food.Best thing of all, there were over 20 odd people there. Its a record, people.

With longer-than-average legs, its pretty hard to control the ball. Not that i'm saying people with shorter-than-average (like cough*jiewei*cough) can control the ball well. It kinda sucks when you try to turn around to get the ball, only to see its not there.

BUT, its not entirely THAT bad.

I managed to score 2 goals, which was pretty much the average number of goals everyone there scored.

But also having longer-than-average legs with higher-than-normal jump height sucks more when you try to go for a header, and get a nasty cramp in BOTH your legs upon landing.

Picture this in your head...

"Its mine, ITS MINE!!!"
*jumps for the ball whilst putting arm on teohan, trying to push him to get extra height*
*ball hits head/head hits ball, whatever*
*feels cramp WHILE in mid air*
"Oh shit, i'm screwed."
*BAM!* *lands with loud thud, produces tremors simultaneously*
"AHHH!! CRAMP AR! LEFT LEG...no no no...RIGHT LEG. AIYA BOTH LEG LA!"
"oowwwwwwwwww...."

For those of you who still can't visualise it, it hurt, A LOT.

Game stopped. Left the court. Rested.

Sometime around here, another team came in. This team consisted of Randy, Justin, Filbert, and Engleng.

Nobody expected anything spectacular, "basketballers probably can't play soccer very well."

We were all proven wrong...

This crazy team kept pwning everyone with a 3-0 score. They're imba, seriously.I couldn't believe them, so i gathered some guys and joined as "next team". Would our fate be the same as the rest, being trashed with a 3-0 score? or would we be able to score at least one, leaving the court with our heads held high...

Well, just to speed things up a little, we lost. 3-0. my cramp almost came back, but i knew that wasn't our best. By then it was around 3pm. Everyone was sweaty, tired, and hungry...all with abnormally tight muscles. We decided to call it a day. Retreated back home and found this video online.(man, killsometime.com has seriously a whole lot of random shit)



I just wasted 5 seconds of your time making you squint your eyes to read this.