The day started with us heading to Sentosa. I made my way on my own, and after an hour of searching Sentosa, I finally tracked them down. Minds were fucked by then. Mine was fucked cause the bastards kept moving from place to place and couldn't sit down and wait. Deep's (Mrignav) was fucked because he'd just lost his brand new Polaroid glares. Ali's might have been fucked cause he hadn't got any 'action' the night before. Gurshaan's might have been fucked cause he still hadn't been to M.O.S. The point is, things were far from hunky-dory.

We slowly made our way to Siloso beach. On the way, we stopped at a 7/11, something which became our hallmark throughout the trip. We picked up beers and smokes and finally hit the beach. What followed was the greatest game of football I've ever played.

We started out in a not-so-enthusiastic mood. Ali was the only active one, which might be due to his severe bout of A.D. By the way, A.D is the short form for the rare medical condition of Alcohol Defeciency.

We finally started kicking after the light drizzle had subsided. It was INCREDIBLE. There were only 4 of us, and we were all out-of-shape, but a 2 on 2 on a clean beach can be an invigorating experience. Every break we'd open up some beers and smoke some. They were the best, most refreshing breaks EVER, even though technically, beer and cigarettes aren't exactly stamina boosters.

Four beers and 2 loong games later, a large group of Chinese/Malaysian people came walking past us. One of the guys stopped and asked if they could play. We were more than happy to oblige. What commenced was the most life-affirming experience I've ever had. There were 10 of them, so they gave us 3 and we played a 7 on 7.

Now, my friend Mrignav is rarely the best player on the pitch. Infact, on most days, he's the worst player on the pitch. But this was a day of fairytales. To put it mildly, he turned it ON. He was everywhere. From helping out in defense, to orchestrating attack after attack, the man was on fire.

I've never seen anything like. Firstly, I've never seen anyone dominate a game like that. Secondly, it was MRIGNAV....MURGI.....DEEP......DADA.....BABU MOSHAI......CHOW..... who ever knew he was capable of something like that.

From precision passing to weaving runs....all we could do was watch. The game finally ended on a 3-3 draw which was pretty great considering we had 4 beers and umpteen fags in our systems and we were playing guys who were completely fresh.

All 3 goals were scored by Mrignav (unsurprisingly).....the first goal was the best. He trapped a long ball and performed a piroutte to turn 360 degrees in Zidanesque fashion to take him past his marker and slot home.

To be fair, everyone had a great game. Ali made a zillion saves in the goal, while Gurshaan showed a never-before-seen defensive talent. Everywhere the opposition was repelled by our turbaned defender.

After this monumental excersion.....we showered the sand off ourselves, had a smoke, and went back to the hotel.

If you think that is an abrupt ending, I'm sorry but there can be no way to construct an ending befitting this experience....it mite have just been football on the beach, but in truth it was a lot more than that......

LIFE-AFFIRMING.......