1 Goal A Day

After an unproductive week, I decided to take control of the 'spiral south' my life was heading towards, by setting myself a goal each day and of course ultimately, make myself feel better. I started with the simplest of goals; score a goal for my social club over the weekend, check. Next, edit photos from a recent holiday, check. Publish Wags'ed latest video on social media, check. All be it simple, what followed was a week of proud accomplishments for goals I had set. I realised that by setting a goal every day, I held myself accountable by the end of it. And as much as I love binge eating through Netflix, it never is quite the same without putting in a good shift of 'good-old' hard work to greater enhance the experience on the coach. Finish writing latest blog post, check. 

A GOAL in Stadium Merdeka

I never thought that playing in Stadium Merdeka would have felt so special. However as our coach reminded us of the history that stood beneath our feet, a feeling of awe and privilege flooded my body. Lining up against a good footballing side, I was confident I would have a positive impact on the game. However, after an early burst into the opponents half that should have been buried by my teammate, I played more wayward balls, than accurate ones. Despite it being a friendly game of three half's, the game was played at an intense pace and aggression. The end of the first first half approached and was I glad. Nicely poised at nil-nil, my coached subbed me off. It was the right call as I was not providing an outlet for the team. The second half commenced and I realised that I had to take off by Grab for an outdoor work shoot. I told my coach, and to my surprise he told me to go on for a few minutes before I left. It was great time to come on as we just took the lead through a neat finish by our young striker. I remember my teammates not being to happy to see me come on after my first half performance but I shrugged it off and tried to have an impact on the game. Playing on the left, the ball was on the right side of midfield when I came infield in the hope of getting on the end of a cutback only to have the defender intercept the ball. However, he loss the ball and some how trickled its way to my path. I took one touch to get it out of my feet and took a snap shot from the edge of the box. I was on the ground and saw the ball nestle in the far corner. GOAL! I went on to celebrate with my teammates and thanked my coach on the sidelines for his continued belief in my ability. Boosted by the goal, I went on the end the half on a high with some brilliant inter-play and runs down the left flank. We went on to win the 3-2 and I would go on to cherish that moment for the rest of my life. 

Ipoh

Every time I go back to my hometown, I realise how much of a visitor I really am. Never once at home, my hometown has always been estranged to me. Having lived there for the first 4 years of my life, I wish it would feel more of a home to me than it does. Having said that, as I increase the frequency of my visits, it is starting to feel more familiar, and with familiarity comes comfort. The sight of the huge brown mountains that make up this quiet yet beautiful city, used to signify everything I was afraid of facing. But today, it brings a smile to my face as I know draw solace from the knowledge that Ipoh will always be the place that I'm from.