Fire in the Hole!

Hand Of God, Well Sort Of

“You fancy a game after work?” I ask. It was Wednesday. That means it’s Futsal Day. I figured Ben could use the workout, “Heck, I’ll loan you my boots,” I thought, what the heck, since I already bought me a new pair of sensationally cool Nike Total 90. I guess it’s about time I gave this new pair a runabout, “Tell you what, you can keep my old Pumas. They’ve served me very well, take good care of ‘em.”

Barely 1-minute into the game, just after kick off, I sprained my left thigh. That effectively wiped out my chances of sprinting. I was utterly disappointed to have gotten injured so early in the game. But it wasn’t as bad, not yet anyway so I battled on. Which made it worst. Hence, I switch roles, “Dude, you head up man, I’ll guard the goal,” I tell Chee Yong as I limped back.

In goal, I was on fire. No one could get a ball pass me. Every shot was met, every ricochet parried away. Unfortunately, that also contributes to the damage even more. We won the game. Next game wasn’t so great, sadly. Ben somehow psychoed me to go up front and be a goal poacher. Which almost worked. Almost scored. But my attempt was blocked and same goes to the rebound attempt. That effectively sprained by right thigh.

Now both my thighs are busted. I can barely even walk. Was limping. And due to my competitive nature, I soldier on. Perhaps in search of a silver lining because I felt it’d be a tremendous shame to debut my brand spanking new boots in such a dreadful situation.

Back at goal, I limped about to block as many shots as I could and then it happened. A fellow teammate was sprinting ahead, signaling me to feed the ball to him in a swift counterattack. I spotted his run and proceeded to do my trademark Peter Schemeichel bullet-like throw. I watch as no one came close to meet the ball as the ball sliced thru the air.

And it went straight in. GOAL!

Honestly, after scoring that freak goal. It was downhill from there on. But I didn’t care. I found my silver lining. I’ll be able to sleep well tonight. Bring on next week! Hopefully this injury wears off in time.

Also, now I know why Torres gets injured so much. We have the same boots!

Gentle, Breezy Embrace

Caution: This can be really cheesy. But I thought it was rather – interesting. Last weekend, JM and me planned a trip back to Penang. But due to unforeseen last minute obligations and sheer laziness, we opted to cancel the trip and wait for the Labour Day long weekend.

Couple of days later, I explained to JM that how Penang has its way with you, “It’s strange how if you can’t go to Penang,” says I, “Penang might just come to you!”

Perplexed and suspecting I was under some sort of influence, he responded, “Errr, I don’t quite follow man,”

I explained, “You know I have a Penang flag stuck on the wall in my room, right?” one of my recent trips back to the island, I was with mom in Young Ones which is along Burma Road. I purchased 2 Penang flags there, just for kicks. Because it was cheap. And I was feeling very patriotic to the island, “I woke up on Saturday morning draped by the flag.” Incidentally, if we had go according, we would be in Penang by then.

“Woah.”

“I know! It was strangely comforting waking up with the flag as a makeshift (albeit lousy) blankie,” I concluded.

That made my day.

Now I feel obligated to buy a flag each for each of my friends from Penang currently outside of the island. Yeah, you laugh now. Wait till you wake up one morning draped by its gentle, breezy embrace. Then you’ll know what I am yapping about.

Rude Awakening

Something happened on Sunday. Something I’ve never experienced before. Made me look at life in an entirely new perspective. Scared me shitless. For days, I lived in fear. Trepidation lynches above me, walks beside me, and stalks me from behind. But cannot carry on like this. I am not one to lie down and flag a white cloth and let the heebie-jeebies get the best of me. I will soldier on.

Walk-In Beer

Been Busy

Crap, I've been swamped. Work is flooding in fast.

"Wah, but being busy is good mah," she tells me.

I whined, "But, but, but," starting to have the jitters, "I can't Facebook, chat, blog, watch YouTube and read!"

Bah, truth be told. I don't really miss Facebook that much. Chatting can sometimes feel like such a chore and YouTube has way too much rubbish in it. OK, maybe I do miss YouTube a bit. But what the heck, I've been reading this:



So...yeah. I hate my clients. For keeping me occupied and away from this graphic novel. I've seen the movie and I have to say, it's pretty damn close to the movie. Panel for panel. Albeit the ending is different.

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The mole had a dinner party at the Jelly's last weekend. He's been freeloading off the Jelly close to 4-weeks now. Perhaps maybe he was feeling a bit bad for not contributing something back. So he cooked.

Now, those who were at Zach's during Boxing Day in 2004 -- the day before the Tsunami hit our shores -- would remember that the Mole had cooked and disappointed a lot of people with that alluring smell of fried chicken. How is that disappointing? Imagine sinking your teeth in one of the best damn fried chicken smell you've ever smelt and only to taste paper.

"Should we have a backup plan?" says one.

I tell him it would be a great idea, "Yes, surely!"

He attempted Chicken Cordon Bleu. And in all honesty. It was sublime. Not only it had a taste, it actually tasted damn good, "Anything with cheese would taste good lah," one tells me, trying to steal this thunder.

"Well, you gotta give it to him," I tried to defend him, "At least there's taste this time," I conclude.

However, he made each piece waaaay too thick and the stove was waaaaaaaaaaaaaay, waaaaaay too hot. As a result of that, the meat wasn't entirely cooked, "I guess at the end of the day he still messed it up," I say. Which he did. At the center of this Cordon Bleu was raw chicken. In which I ate, assuming it's ham or something.

In the end, we still had to order Dominos.