i am yer quintessential sunday social footballer. trying hard to translate what i see on the goggle box onto the court. trying it out is fine, when it ends up in laughter and smiles. but not so fine when the loving feeling of waking up early on a sunday morning fades away.

so i get bored with things easily. but i thot i would never get tired of soccer. now, i am feeling abit of it. i would even dare say that i would rather spend my sunday morning watching the sunday morning cartoons then brave the weather for a game of kickabout.

well, how fast one's thinking can change, i am amazed by myself too.

kudos to me then. or rather my fickle-minded-ness.