thought i can spend the day to relax. too bad, i was wrong. this time, its provos-a friend i have known at least sincethe past 3 years. i asked him a favor to send me to the futsal court. playing with my debate mates tonight. "its a guys' nite out" says hafiedz. provos, with edzuan later made me help them to carry their stuffs to their house (5th floor, flat pkns sec.7 shah alam). they are moving in with hafiedz now.

played futsal - as usual, it was the old skool vs the new school. the old skool team, experience was the main key to success..the new school..they are still young, in shape, full of energy. it was a real good game. at least for the old skoolers..when 1 of our goal counted as 2.hehhee...

but then again, god was great. he 'paid' my rudeness on the spot..( ya lah, i was the one who laughed to the max everytime i got to score goal or to deny their try.. the victim was...my beloved adidas stan smith .... huaaa!!! ( but still, it managed to score some more goals after the tragedy..)