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A Sunny Evaluation Pt. 2

Summer flew by quickly as if it were a bright yellow flash. Maybe it’s because of the constant glare of the sun. But it’s been alright I guess. After all, time doesn’t idly by. It wont wait for you to finish your coffee, more so give you time make conversations. So it’s all wise to make the moments count.

Recap, rundown, round up. Here goes..

  • Money magic trick. This is a one of those acts that non-magicians can pull off with their own wallets. It’s not uncommon at all. See something nice, *POOF*. Money gone, pulls out item from a bag. Cue the tossing of loose change.. Please.
  • New admission. I’ve started joining a legit Bible Study at this course of my stay. And I must say, these studies are quite intense. Intentional to the point that I feel like the Gospel singles me out. Nonetheless, it’s all heavenly vibes.
  • X-Box Live. Serious gaming mode: Finally signed up for a Live account and got Battlefield 3. Been a daytime zombie ever since. Not to mention, a major anger management candidate.
  • Losing streak. I’ve managed a mean tally of losses the past few ball games. Frustrating. But this is not an update about how I’m struggling at basketball. It’s just that I’m learning how to get out of some heavy funk. Slowly, steadily.
  • “At the top”. Finally reach the pinnacle viewing spot of Burj Khalifa- The tallest tower on Earth! Definitely a noteworthy experience considering the fact that I’m a complete acrophobic. Well, ‘was’ an acrophobic. Win. Shout out to the Kuwaiti-bunch for sharing the experience!
  • Death by drowning. Damn. I almost died swimming. Made me think about life and all the crap I’ve been doing. Thank you, God for saving me. But next time ward me of the deep end. Thanks.
  • ‘The Friendzone Purgatory’. There should be a post dedicated to my friend who is not my friend right now but still is.
  • Bum. I swear, I regret letting a whole set of days go by without any happenings. Total bummer.
  • Drunk text. So I finally hang out with my ‘other’ friends. Those who choose not to go to church. And that night I sent an SMS to my dad’s old company number, my folks asked me if I got sloshed. Laughed so hard.
  • Countdown. The day that looms ahead. Damn. I will have to count soon. But for now we bask under the sun.

As I’ve mentioned, the day of my departure is to come soon. But I don’t want to burden myself with anxiety for time will come for me anyway. So as long I have my feet on the sand I’ll keep my chin up. And march on wards.

I hope you, reader is having a pleasant summer!

A Sunny Evaluation Pt. 1

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Cry When You Get Older by Robyn

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‘The Primrose And Pains Of A Sports Fan’

As an avid sports fan, I enjoy the intense level of competition, the skillful orchestra of talents and the loud impact of a crowd. And being able to identify myself with such elements allow me to experience sports into a whole other level. I give the game it’s full glory.

As I become a part of the game. the game becomes a part of me.

I may not compete in a professional level but there’s little athlete spirit in me that yearns contentious encounters; thriving to win. But being both a competitor and an enthusiast, the outcome of the game either give’s me one of the two: a quick heartbeat or an idle heartache.

This is ‘The Primrose And Pains Of A Sports Fan‘.

  • When the team you’re rooting for wins. Any statement against the fact is invalid.*A royal flush to the face of haters.
  • On the flip-side, and the team falls otherwise. Be prepared to be verbally assaulted also, have your mother shamed.
  • The Gods of Sports are bipolar. They can turn the basket into a pool-sized hoop.
  • They can also transform the ball into a giant whale. And you cannot question there judgement.
  • Players overcome injuries. Do everything in one foot.
  • Players can lose a foot. And some few teeth.
  • Comeback wins. Classic underdog stuff.
  • Trashing. Humiliation of the highest degree.
  • A win set in stone. Watched just to witness excellence.
  • A win set in coins. Watched referees/judges get paid.
  • Scores from on-call wagers
  • Loses gas money on Sports Select.
  • Wings and beer.
  • Too many wings and beer.

Shout out to LBJ and the whole Miami Heat organization. Expect a miscall from The King all of you naysayers.

😉

*A championship weighs heavier than a single win, a rival win, or any individual accolade.

PS- Manny ‘Pacman’ Pacquiao, robbed. I’m still not over that. November 2012.

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Touch the Sky by Kanye West Vs. The XX (Carlos Serrano Mix)

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Blood, Sweat, Tears And A Broken Back?

You know that scene that you’d never get to un-see ever again? Damn. I saw it today.

My uncle was playing a rec-league playoff game; it was a knockout system so this game was huge; a win would mean a shot at the finals. And of course everybody was playing their hearts out. It doesn’t matter whether it’s just an amateur, all for fun game. Nobody really thinks of it when you’re running the ends of the hard wood. Everybody goes out there and plays a 110%.

Thing is my uncle played 120%

He drove to the hole with 2 guys awaiting him by the cup; ready to contest the shot. It was his every intention to pick up the foul. But just as he after releasing the ball the defender inadvertently collides with him, midair causing him to bounce back; landing on his arched back, square on the floor. It looked gruesome. No call, the play continued.

Now he managed to limp all the way to the sidelines. Which is surprising in term of the impact and also the fact, that he should’ve just stayed flat on the baseline. He couldn’t sit up. So he was lying on his stomach until after the game was lost. The paramedics we’re called and they drugged him for the pain. I was dumbfounded.

(It was cool to ride in an ambulance, although I would’ve preferred to roll with the sirens on)

He was was in total pain. Unable to even chuckle without wincing from pain.

He’s under observation in the hospital where a stupid nurse flipped him on his back without the doctor’s approval. He’s going to be fine. By the looks of it, it seems to be just a back spasm or a dislocated disk. Hopefully not something major..

I like playing ball. No doubt about it. It’s almost religion. But seeing injuries like that make me doubt the mercy of the basketball gods. Sure we’re not professionals and we certainly don’t make money out of this. It’s sheer competitiveness that we lay on the court. And I play hard and physical all the time. But I’m not about to risk my normal bodily functions for it.

It shook me when he fell that hard. People don’t realize the pain invested onto every game.

And I love the game. But I can only love it as much as I take care of myself.

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Rollin by Sam Adams

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Comeback Kids

I’ve always believed in the act of ‘believing‘. And if there ever was a great event to attest on it, it would be what the L.A. Clippers did tonight against the Memphis Grizzlies.

If you’re not an avid basketball junkie, this would pretty much underline their tremendous feat: They were down by as much as 27 points with the clock against their will. You don’t have to be a fan to realize the degree of difficulty in terms of attempting a comeback.

But they did.

And they won.

I’ve always admired Chris Paul for his competitive edge. Being acknowledged by one of the greatest competitors ever, Kobe Bryant. It should come as no mystery about how the team was able to rally. I’m not discounting the team aspect of the sport. But more so, I highlight a fighter’s will to keep pushing until the buzzer sounds.

Although, I’m on the Grizzlies bandwagon. I can’t help but to recognize such outstanding win.Definitely fanboy-ing like crazy for the NBA playoffs.

Epic.

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Future Shock by Bad Time Zoo

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Drought

I am a competitor.

I’m not going to front. I’m not the most athletic guy on the squad. I’m not a legitimate scorer. Neither, am I a complete basketball player. The only thing I have is the heart to play hard. I don’t know how far the phrase “die for the ball” can go. But bet your bottom dollar, I’m running away with it every time.

And with the sheer determination to play hard comes the reward of winning. I love winning. I’m not saying I win all the time. But I sure try. I take victory as my prize for each and every effort I make on the court. I could barely care if I don’t get the ball, shoot the ball or miss the ball. All I want is the win. We can talk about numbers all day, but at the end of it all, it’s the letters that count.

I have been win-less for the past 3 ball skirmishes. And, the hefty frustration seems to be beating me down even more. I try not to make excuses in terms of defeat. So I deem even the most viable reasons invalid when it comes to losses. Yeah, sure the other team is bigger and stronger. “Any given Sunday”, bruv. Anyone can win.

And If I would be dubbed as a sore loser, then dub be as prime. But I do understand that one cannot win all games. There will always be a winner and a loser. I just prefer being on the winning side most of the time. Although I don’t believe in moral victories. I do acknowledge the fact that I learned lessons in my losses and it has paid off in the latter games.

This post might seem too very jock-like cocky. But believe me when I say I love this sport so much that I strive to play it the right way with all my best. People often say “it’s just a game, play it and have fun”. But I would argue with that notion, isn’t winning fun too?

I can’t wait for the next time I step my foot on the court. God knows, I’ll be all but ready to run everyone out of the gym.

 

Shout out to Jeremy Lin of the New York Knicks who’s having the pinnacle moments of his young career.

I remember watching him come off from Harvard where they spawn lawyers. No one ever thought he was cut out for the big boy league. But seeing him best John Wall, the first pick of the draft, in the Summer League immediately converted me into a believer. But Lin got lost under the radar playing for the Golden State Warriors with a talented back court of  Ellis and Curry. But jump into a season after, he’s now playing the best games of his life. Linsanity.

This is for more Asian talents in the NBA. And more ill conceived Lin puns..

PS- Floyd Mayweather, you might not have lost a bout yet. But hell, you sure damn lost your mind. You don’t see Asians undermining all the black talents in the NBA. Heck, they all even look up to them. Give credit when credit is due, bonehead. Jeremy Lin pray for this fool.

:p

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Falling Star by Kid Cudi, Florence And The Machine (R3K Remix)

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