OMG…. getting addicted to something is just horrible….. I have heard this song over 100 times just in one day that is 5.4 hours…. excluding the numerous times it has been running in my head… while studying,walking, in the shower, in a dream and even while having a conversation…
Its not the greatest song in the world but it just made my day…..
Yeah that’s right…. the Burger King Whopper….. a luxury not many people have experienced and not many can….. The perfect whopper has been described as 290grams of pure ambrosia….. Of course, I am not saying this cos I am a ‘senior’ burger king crew or cos I think that Burger King is just Faster, Cooler and Better™ than any of ‘our’ so called fast food competitors…..
Its cos end of the day, THE WHOPPER is not just burger …. it is so much more than just a burger. I mean, that first bite– oh, what heaven that first bite is. the bun, like a sesame- feackled breast of an angel resting gently on the ketchup and mustard below. flavors mingling in a seductive pas de deux. And then…. a pickle — the most playful little pickle, and then a slice of tomato, a leaf of lettuce, and a patty of ground beef so exquiste… swirling in your mouth, breaking apart and combining again.. in a fugue of sweets and savories so…. delightful… this is no mere sandwich of grilled meat and toasted bred…. this is God speaking to us through food.
So what are you waiting for ?????
Saturday nights should never be spent like this…. in front of the TV watching sports…. but then again this was no ordinary sport nor was this any ordinary Saturday night…. A Night like this would come once every 4 or 5 years and its always a great one.
Last night Usain Bolt, the Jamacian Sprinter broke the 100m record running it at 9.69secs. Officially, he is the fastest man in this WORLD. Just watching him finish just brought back fond memories from my childhood.
Before College, I was quite the athlete constantly taking part in school and inter-international sports events. 100m and Long Jump was my favorite areas, even though I did Triple jump and 200m if or when required. My 100m was good (maybe not under 10 secs) but then again on the national circuit I was definitely not taken lightly. Others would disagree but then there were so many who were jealous of my all-round talents (seriously – a genius inside the classroom & ‘Usain’ on the field – perfection right ???? yeah i thought so myself).
However, I knew I could never make it big…. I was good but not great…. not a Bolt (on land) or Phelps (in water). So I decided College and the law would be a better lifestyle choice than athletics. Until yesterday, I didn’t even for a second regret that choice….. but after seeing the 100m final…. that all changed…..
So, I am gonna leave all this academic stuff behind…. and go back to the track that I have missed so much…. Then, next Olympics, I am not only gonna break Usain Bolt’s 100m record but also break Phelps 8 golds (my golds being in the 100m,200m,400m, 4x100m,4x400m,Long jump,triple jump & javelin)
Usain Bolt and Michael Phelps…. you guys enjoy this Olympics since the next one is gonna be all about ME 🙂
I love competition….. one reason I am doing this degree is cos I love the level the competition…. Nothing like studying with the top students from Singapore’s top JCs…. However, I think we must be able to draw the line between being competitive and ‘doing whatever it takes to get ahead’. Sometimes, this line becomes blur due to kind of circumstances we have to deal with: last Saturday was one such incident.
The six-a-side tournament; a really loong tradition held by the Sri Lankan community. This year, the organizers had it ealier than usual which gave us a lot less time to practice before the actual date of the tournament (plus the hangover from the previous night didn’t help us either).
One of the seniors’ teams( they had won this tournament for the last eight years) have always done whatever it takes to win this tournament in the past and this Saturday was no different. From, bringing an alcohol bottle to the match to get the juniors drunk, screaming filth during the game, using their seniority to scare the juniors and umpires/referees … a list that goes on and on….. They insist this is in the spirit of sportsmanship….. Personally, their behavior is disgusting and unprofessional (specially since they are seniors – where most juniors look up towards)….. After, that tournament, I have lost all respect towards them…… Most (if not all) of them dn’t deserve the word ‘aiyya’ (a phrase used next to their names as a show of respect). This Saturday was proof of how pathetic their lives must be for them to consider this informal six-a-side tournament to be THE highlight of their academic year…..
P.s. However, there were a few memorable moments….. the one that sticks in my head is my catch of <censored> off my own balling…. that wicket was personal and I soooo feel surprisely good about it…..
I woke up…. tried to get up but couldn’t feel my legs…. as if they decided that today they were gonna take the day off…. c’mon everyone deserves a holiday specially if you have been working for the last 22 years NON-STOP… anywayz…. since my legs refused to move I tried to grab the bar next to my bed to push myself up. Unfortunately, my arms couldn’t be stretched all the way… it was like they were in a cast (like the one you get when you break your arm). I felt as if I was paralysed … plus I was freaking late for work AGAIN….
Maybe its better to reverse to few days ago….. It was last Sunday…. just woke up after a horrible nightmare which suddenly made me decide to start gyming again… yeah thats right….. the 50 KG guy is gonna gym… true enough … even I had a laugh when this thought crossed my mind but I was determined…. this was the time…. Ok… most of the guys know that to start gyming you need a friend….. a guy who will accompany you, be your spotter, motivator and….. a guy who would distract the other gymers so they dn’t get a chance to laugh at your 50 KG body doing weights…. One guy came to my mind…. Akshamal (inside joke – trust me he can make a fool out of himself even without trying)
Right…. all set then… Monday after work…. Newbie mistakes … firstly, bad idea to wear a singlet… secondly, should have ate before I went…. Nvm…. decided that I am gonna start on smaller weights so went to a machine and set the machine to about 50 lbs… did 5-8 reps and took a break…. meanwhile… another skinny guy sat on the same machine put the weights to 200 lbs (max on machine) and on top of this added 100 lbs of free weights and did 12 reps (yeah I counted)….. Now… he knew I was staring at him (gymers are homophobic) but then again I couldn’t resist… how come a guy my size do that when I can’t even freaking lift the free weights off the machine to do my usual 50 Lbs. So I decided to ask him…. no harm right….. unfortunately he was an ass (like me) and when I asked him how he does it he bluntly and cruelly crushed (decimated) my ego by saying ‘cos I dn’t look like a HANGER’…..wtf…. anyhow… apparently when I wear this singlet (or any clothes for that matter) it looks like its (clothes) been put out to dry on a HANGER (which btw is suppose be my body) So far… having a horrible first day and the next few days were just as bad but I was motivated and freaking pissed ….started doing heavier and heavier weights…. then today happened….
Back to Today: managed to call a friend who came down to help me get up from bed and had to take a taxi to work…. On the way to work I was thinking of stopping this… then I remembered what that random stranger said to me….. The mere thought of someone else saying that to me again makes my balls shrink…. NEVER…. NEVER shall I be called a HANGER again…. even if this means I have go through several mornings like this, countless hours of torture at the gym, watching the filthy smirks of the gymers (laughing at me) and eating 5 times a day…..
Random stranger…. I am as determined as I would ever be because of you…. you made me into this…. you are responsible ….. for that I am ever grateful…..
Well, I was told that if I can run really fast I maybe the next michael owen in soccer then I can quit Law School and be a famous star and have lots and lots of female fans crazy over moi…… unfortunately no one told me that i need to be able to run with the ball 🙂 . I played my first EVER football game today. More like, it was the first time I EVER held a football (which apparently you are not suppose to do doing a game – Point noted Ian and sorry for the penalty kick as a result). 🙂
IT made me think on how interesting the game of football is… firstly, there are like so many players i.e. 11 if I am not wrong who are play the same role with minor differences… Yet all of them have only one goal in mind i.e. to score a goal… whether you are the guy in the front or near your team goalkeeper or the guys inbetween (these guys can’t decide I think) they all have one aim in mind…. Compare this with other games like cricket where players have distinct roles, some bat, others ball, while few field… same applies to Baseball and other games that require 11 or more players…. So why does football require so many just to do one thing…. secondly, why ??? well I dn’t think I know enough about the game to question it yet…. well, maybe after a few months of soccer experience I would learn the mysteries of soccer… But for now all I know is that I am quite bad at this game…. Theoretically, i have all the skills except kicking and handling the ball so maybe if i do learn to kick the ball instead of carrying it (sorry again Ian for the second penalty) maybe i can be the next Michael Owen… Who knows….