Already into his last year of rollercoaster education in SP, this soon-to-be-graduate of Media & Communications sulks that NS calls him at the tender age of 20.

He’s content with his simple life although sometimes he likes a bit of adventure to get his balls rolling. Speaking of balls, he’s no supporter of the Roman empire and will never be. An ardent supporter of the Devils since 1996; till death do us part.

Untill he robs a bank, he’ll not pursue his dream of being a decent photographer. Nor will he be a national soccer player. But maybe writing will be good for him. But don’t be surprise if he ends up with children… in schools.

After all, he hearts them.

This is my private space. I bitch, I swear, I confess, I lie, I comment, I judge. But I do adhere too.

My ears thrive on music. As often as possible. That excludes my mum’s lectures at home as well as that of my lecturers in school though I must admit certain individuals are worth listening to.

“Sometimes you wanna do something but it’s just not within your reach.” You catch my drift? I encounter many of those such scenarios. And I just wait till all the conditions meet perfectly for my dream to become a reality.

Soccer’s my passion. From under the block to the fields and the clay court, my last wish is to improve my every aspect of the game. And just keep on improving. There’s no fullstop to how far you can stretch your potential.

I take time to warm up to people. I hate that ’cause of the ‘First Impression Counts’ rule. But I like that because it separates those whom I can trust and those whom I just see as acquaintances. No point being Mr Popular and you have no one to turn to.

Facade exists and let’s face it. This IS the real world.

If you have already pictured me in your mind using what I’ve said above, then you’re wrong. They are not even 1/10 of me.

’cause there’s more than what meets the eye.