I can't believe i woke up so early to go watch a soccer match, i guess our church won the entire serangoon district. A surprising spectator that turned up was brandon rozario who has gone missing for months from church, and amazingly he still is very holy... throughout the soccer match. Every time our church players score or just touch the ball, he praises god. "Alleluia ! Yahweh ! God is with us ! Let's praise him !" All these were repeated throughout the hours of the games, right out from his mouth. So i kept his mouth shut with a plate of carrot cake from the nearby hawker centre. Both of us left before the final match started because the sun was burning and i think brandon was running out of praises to say. I didn't know why, but i was sweating half as much as the players on the field, i quickly bathed and promised myself just 30mins of sleeping but i guess i slept for 12 times longer the time i promised. I woke up at 9.30pm with nothing to do now.