Ouch and Ow

Ahhh. Man I'm so tired. Just got back. Stayed home today, primarily because I had an 'urut' session with my uncle Ustaz Massba. Had my first urut in 9 months last week, and it was yowza! OK OK, more like YOW! Super, really super painful. I'll use the analogy of someone finally sending a car for servicing after 9 months of wear and tear and battering. So 1 week has passed, and somehow my body must have taken quite a battering, because my hips were aching something splendid, prompting my uncle to say 'Eh! It's been only a week since your last urut, and already it's this painful??' Of course, he said that in Malay la. Haha what can I say. I've only played soccer once the entire week, so that must be where I've gotten my aches from. I spent my time in the urut room shouting and groaning and grunting and wincing and squirming and whatnot. And Cik Massba laughed at my pain. Geez. Thanks, uncle. After that, at around 8pm, I played soccer (again) at SAFRA Tampines' artificial 5-a-side turf, honing my skills, thinking, and reaction in a tighter, more confined space. The urut must have worked wonders at clearing my bloodstream, because I was playing inspired football against some really skilful and big-sized opponents, my legs were flying and I was dribbling and defending and running around non-stop! O_O Dang, I must save my energy because tomorrow I'm playing soccer (again again), a TKH match this time, at Yishun. May the urut's effects do even better for me tomorrow! =) Amin.