About A Prick

Thursday training session is cut short by an hour. We usually wrapped things up by 8 or 815, but today we finished at 7. The sweltering heat (44.3 degrees) would have brought down a cow, the coaches it seem are not heartless after all.

The above paragraph begs the question, why am I still training considering my current condition?

1. I am a stubborn prick.
2. I am not dead yet.
3. I am a stubborn prick.

Another highly amusing yarn; as I changed into my civilian clothes after the training, I noticed my reflection in the changing room large mirror. The first thing I noticed is my full and luscious beard. You read that right, a full and luscious beard. It was intended to be a mourning beard, but now it is looking very fine indeed. Go ahead, feel it.

The second thing I noticed makes me feel very confused, I don't know whether to laugh, cry or smile. In the end, I did an amalgamation of the three. My rib cage is now very visible.

I stepped on to a scale and it reads...wait for it...79kg. Under my breath, I managed to utter a curse. What the hell is wrong with me? Oh wait, right, I already know what is wrong.

Is It Just Me Or Is It Hot In Here?

Melbourne is currently in the middle of a heatwave. It got to 43 degrees today. It is hot enough to boil a monkey's bum.

I made the same mistake of putting my mouthguard on the windowsill again. And yes, it melted. I have to get a new mouthguard if I'm able to play again after this.

Advised by my physician not to go out these couple of days, he even called me this morning. I know I'll listen to his advice if something good is on the TV. If not, bike ride!

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

The Good:
Shortlisted to be on the uni team touring NZ uni sometime in the middle of the year. Just thinking of it made me giddy like a schoolgirl.

The Bad:
They finally found what has been ailing me all this while. They did a biopsy and the result is less than welcoming. The doctor missed it for 2 months. Not his fault, no one can see it without an MRI machine and I can't do MRI (steel plate? broken leg? no?). The biggest is in the left leg, you can even feel it and they found several others on my thighs as well. Started treatment and it is not fun at all. Losing hair at an alarming speed, fingernails are rotting like there's no tomorrow and projectile vomiting. What do you expect when they inject poison into your bloodstream?

The Ugly:
Had to pull out of the touring team. With hair, I'm ugly but without hair I look like Uncle Fester from Addam's Family. Everything is getting uglier by the minute.

Just when you thought that you had turned a corner and everything is looking up once again, fate slaps you in the face with a wet fish.

You Terrorist

Have another nickname among the rugby circles. It was slippery eel back then, some still call me that. But now, they call me, terrorist.

No point in guessing why.

Eat Eat Eat

Rugby pre season training starts last tuesday. *grin*

I was harassed for my weight, and my beard of course. I was then given a diet plan. Meal plan: a serving of pasta, 6 sausages, 3 eggs, juice. That is just for breakfast, I don't want to get started on lunch and dinner, add to that 3 snack time as day. I'll probably get back to my playing weight if I didn't have a cardiac arrest first.

Long Lost Twin?

Contrary to popular belief, I am not the frontman of the band Love Me Butch. His name is Syarul Reza while my name is, let's see....oh yes, Wan Mohd Zahidi.

That guy wearing red is not me.

That is me. Still with the mourning beard. Gotten so bushy I have to sweep my moustache away before consuming any liquid. I have no idea how my dad does it everyday.

Ever since I was a kid, my family has always been trying to scare me. Because of my less than fair complexion, contrary to them all, they told me that I was actually adopted. They found me on the streets la, took me from an Indian family la, and many more. Probably that guy is my long lost twin. Hmmm.

Simple Pleasures

Tagged by my cousin with nine lives, Adam 'Unbreakable' Dewind.

Rules:List down as many simples pleasures as you can. Now, the definition for simple pleasures would be something that almost anyone can do, without paying money for it. Something SIMPLE that makes your heart sing or makes you go "aaaahhhhhh.......".

1 - Riding around Melbourne on my bike, especially at night when the streets are yours. Don't have to worry about cars, only possums.

2 - Sitting on the stairs outside my house and peering into the heavens, admiring the stars. I can sit for hours on end.

3 - Playing/training/watching rugby. Other highly enjoyable sport is also high on the list.

4 - Having a run from here to Essendon, night or day.

5 - A good night's sleep, increasingly hard to get.

6 - A good hearty laugh. If it makes you laugh until you cry, all the better.

7 - Food, glorious food. Especially anything that is slow cooked.

8 - Writing poetry/short stories.

9 - Hanging out with good company.

10 - Listening to great music. The Beatles, Eagles, America, The Cat Empire, blablabla.

11 - Waking up to the sound of Earth Wind And Fire - Boogie Wonderland, Tom Jones - Sexbomb or anything by The Cat Empire. Makes the day easier to get through.

I'll stop at 11. I don't want tp bore you to death with the details of my inconsequential life.

The business of tagging someone else, I have no idea who frequents this dump so anyone with half a mind and a blog is welcome to do this. Just to name a few: Mat Chek Kocek, Ban Ki-Moon, Prof. Jamieson, Khairy Jamaludin, blablabla.

Urinary Catheterisation

After a surgery, whenever the nurse comes in grinning and says, "Are you ready for your catheter?"

Never ever say "Yes I am ready, bring it on." Never.

And always wear clean underwear wherever you go.

Checkout Counter Girl

Dear checkout counter girl at Henry's Seafood Plus,

As I went in to the store,
You greet me with a smile so sweet,
My blood sugar level went rocketing sky high.

Dear checkout counter girl,

Do you happen to know,
That with a smile like yours,
You can save the world?

Dear checkout counter girl,

If you were a phone,
I would pick you up and dial 000,
Because you are so hot, I am on fire.

Dear checkout counter girl,

We talked about the weather,
About how great it would be,
To not be working on a Saturday,
Maybe go to the beach,
Or read a book.

You said to me,
"Have a lovely day."
Like warm dripping honey.

Dear checkout counter girl,

You'd probably have a boyfriend,
All the good women are taken,
All the handsome men are gay.

And if you happen to realise,
Some time in the near future,
A suspicious looking guy,
Hanging around the store for too long,
Not lifting items,
Just stealing glances your way,
Don't call the police.

Zahidi has finally lost his marbles. Not that there is many to start with in the first place.

M is for Mortal

Went for my appointment this morning. I don't have to do another blood test or take off my shirt. Bummer.

Cut to the chase. ECG normal, nothing wrong. Blood test came back normal as well. A clean bill of health, fit as a fiddle. Grinning like an idiot and ready to listen to Kool & the Gang - Celebration on my mp3 player and maybe even do the SAFETY dance but I noticed that the doctor is not smiling at all. I wiped the smirk off my face and try my best to do a serious face.

He told me that he was concerned that they still do not know what is wrong with me and what the underlying cause is. It might be something rare which needs to be detected not by a mere blood test. I should be looking grim.

Should I be expecting something terrible? Yes and no.

Que sera sera, whatever will be, will be.

Flaboulous

Who needs a knight in shining armour when you can have a knight in flabby armour?

I Love Needles, They Make Me Blush

After the umpteenth time of blood testing, I have so many needle punctures on my arm even a crack addict would be embarrassed. After the blood test, I was told to take off my shirt and lie down on a bed, they need to do an electrocardiogram( ECG) to see if anything is wrong with my heart.

Usually, the pathology nurse attending to me is a male. But today, he is not around and the nurse attending me is a smoking hot young nurse. I was blushing red like a Christmas lantern and her efforts at making small talk is only making me look more like a stammering idiot.

She noticed something weird with the ECG but she could not make any diagnosis as she is not a doctor. I'll just have to wait until Friday to get the results back. I can only hope that it is not anything bad. Sigh.

Of Cherries And Weather Machine

As I rode along Sydney Road, passing through a shisha bar with scents of cherry and apple wafting through the cold night air, I suddenly realised that I need a new backpack as my old one is tattered. There is a large hole which makes the backpack original purpose, which is not to spill things out, to be nullified.

Why am I still wearing a jacket and glove when it's already past midsummer? Why is it still 15 degrees outside? Has an evil genius invented a weather machine? (blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy).

Out With The Old, In With The Nucleus

Farewell old man 2008.

It started off pretty well, we got a house in Brunswick. The most awesome suburb in the whole world. Food is abundant and recently a Nando's just opened up about 300 metres from this house. McDonald's is within walking distance, halal butchers, fresh markets, make me stop. You'll never go hungry living around here.

Uni has been pretty kind to me. Now I knew what physics is all about, trying to unravel the mysteries of the universe. That and to make the students despondent. Low self esteem abundant, we despair as we realised that the giants of physics are probably not human after all. At times it makes you scream in elation and at times it makes you want to slit your throat with a ladle. Physics is phun.

Rugby has been superb as well. Got to play in my favourite position, 2 tries under my name, and went to the Uni Games. Went to Brisbane for the MASCA games. No direct major injury except countless scars and a few stitches. Just realised I haven't touched a basketball for the whole of 2008.

Went to New Zealand. Fantastic place and fantastic people.

We also experienced a financial downturn of some sort, not directly related to the GFC, but due to the incompetence of a ministry officer. Good job, may you sleep well at night knowing that some of us here are dying by the minute.

Got under the knife a few times. Pretty bad and scary. My left leg is hanging by a thread, not literally of course. Will I ever listen? If you look up an encyclopedia, flip over to the definition of A Stubborn Ass. Hi, my name is Wan. Good to know.

Heartbroken. Oh well, what can you do. The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. What goes around, must comes around and payback is a bitch.

Woke up in 2009 with a strangely familiar sensation. My nose is blocked and running like a machine with a spanner thrown in the works again. Yee-haa. Kehidupan Hidung Tersumbat all over again. Perhaps an omen, perhaps an augury that things will turn out okay.

Mick Jagger once told me in a dream, "You can't always get what you want, but if you try some time you'll find, you get what you need." Okay it's not actually a dream, I saw him on TV the other day.