The Futsal match yesterday was great!! Singapore vs Indonesia…it was more fun than competitive maybe because we’re close to the Indonesians. As a spectator, I enjoyed it. The brothers’ match of course was a bit more serious. They live and breath football. They know the game much better than girls. The Indonesian team was more professional, they even have their own jerseys and they are well built- made for sports type and of course much much cuter~ ;)The Singaporeans…they merely wore blue shirts or jerseys but then again, we won the game 1-0. Our goalkeeper was good, our defenders were alert but the Indonesians played fast-paced.

Then the sisters’ match. Obviously, the Singaporeans are bigger and taller but the Indonesians were slick, they’re smaller and run faster. The first half of the game were quite slow but our defences were good. The second half were more exciting because it’s the star players’ team and Singaporeans scored two goals!!! It was fun!! Proud of them at the moment.

Oh yeah, most people were surprised that I don’t play in the matches. Most of them think I’ll be in the team. They don’t know that I don’t like to play anything soccer…well now they know. I was never interested to play…I only watch~ But somewhat feeling kind of proud because they think I can play football. Great match everyone!

I had Intro to Fiqh class today, which I had been coming late these few days…the lecturer was good, he don’t just read monotone like the previous one but I don’t know why I can’t understand the subject. I did not touch the book at all, unless in class, if I were to read alone, I wouldn’t have the interest at all but I know I have to….at least for the final exams. Gee….it’s only in three weeks’ time! OK going to do my best!!

My parents have hinted to me to come home this weekend…I feel like I want to but I’m worried that I won’t study and anyway…I don’t want to face any heart sickness knowing that I can call but I won’t and in the end, end up trying to call him….or feeling guilty for not calling and bluffing him when I should have call and then feeling shitty for even thinking that…..or just plain pathetic thinking he doesn’t care when I really don’t know what’s going on around here. Then again….I will still have the heart sickness staying here and thinking if I’m back, I could have try to call. Then again…why should I be thinking this way??? It’s not like he even care, right????

Get rid of the hate, get rid of the anger and I’ll be thinking…he’s still there only missing in action.