Sporting Activities...memories...

Church Soccer, this was one crazy event.... I can't believe, ok, conclusion,
"a bunch of soccer deprived teens are willing to bath in mud in order to play the game they haven't played for like 3 months."

That was madness, I must stick to this point that our church team is lacking of commited defenders, is there really that much glory in going up to score the goal? Is glori seeking that fun? Errmmm oops, I meant "glory seeking"(side track: Glori seeking is joyful). Playing as a right wing back my natural position, yes I was able to cover the right wing rather well, but than I saw a traffic rush from the middle, which moved me to the role of sweeper and thats were the fun starts....all in all, games states, 2 corners concided, 8 goal saving tackles, 0 fouls commited, 3 fouls won, 7 successful crosses, 2 assist.
I can't believe, 2 assist, have the midfielders over commited themselves in trying to score that even a sweeper(last man) have to send the long balls in for the stirkers? Final score my side lost 2-3.

That was sunday, now for today's post, having felt a bit better from flu I decided to do something I did ever so often when I was in Australia. Get out into the open and sit there read or draw something, pray and admire the things around you....I see cars....girls...pretty girls in JC uniform, more pretty girls...*bish*....Ok fine! I see students walking home from school...than something caught my eye...this boy, will not in uniform, carrying a sling bag, with a jacket hang over the top of the bag...than I started to think....

A boy sitting in a room reading a book, listening to hyms played from his laptop, having a slight flu, using a green packet of tissue paper, feeling hungry and munching away a bar of kitkat, feeling lonely and looking up once in a while at a jigsaw puzzle of Winnie the pooh and friends, looking around the room, he sees a frame filled with writings one of the lines wrote "not so much to seek to be loved, but to love", his digital watch happens to beep and he picks up he blue sling bag, grabs his jacket which was hang beside his beret, puts it over the top of the sling bag and leaves for class...

Strange isn't it? how the slightest things remind us of other things...