Since young, I have this habit of mentally rewinding a soccer match that I recently played in. The earliest memory of such that I can remember is when I was in primary school. I can't remember which level I was in, but I do recall the way I scored a goal when we were playing soccer during our recess time.

I received the ball, back facing goal, outside the penalty box, defender just behind me. The next moment, I used the outer side of my left feet to control the ball such that it rolls towards the goal. The defender was caught by surprise by my quick move, and before he knows it, the ball was at the back of the net.

In secondary school times, I remember that there was a 'Sec 2A vs Sec 2D' match, in which I scored with a semi-diving header from a corner kick (to my own surprise too). I have a couple of pleasant soccer memories too, from the inter-unit Games Day for NPCC.

More recently, I'm with a team that makes it a point to play regularly (thanks to Dao for organising everything), especially when all of us had either ORDed or are going to. Last Sunday, we played a testimonial match for our friend, Zongyu, who was going to leave for New Zealand in a few days' time. The scoreline did not matter as much as the fun we had playing in the light drizzle (albeit some small controversies).

And I was on my home on the MRT from Novena just now, not napping, not sitting down, nor reading a book. I was staring into space, with my walkman phone plugged into my ears. But I was more than just staring into space. I was recalling bits of memories from the game last Sunday, how the goals were scored, how I got tackled, how I contributed to the first goal we scored, how we were lacking in our defence etc. I was too engrossed in my thoughts that I even failed to realise that the seat right in front of me was already empty after someone got off. I didn't want to sit down. Strange, but I just wanted to continue dwelling in the realms of my thoughts, reflecting and reminiscing.

How nice.