The Man Who Had One Arm and Does Not Know What To Do With It

Sorry.

Maaf.

On Saturday I had to play for two teams. First match at 12.00 noon and another at 3.00pm.

Never thought it would turn out this way.

A massive guy, maybe about 130kgs -the ground literally shook when he ran, came in to my left. I was a bit distracted and had no time to lower my shoulder and wrap him around the legs proper. I decided to tackle chest high.

Big mistake.

I heard something popped out. Left shoulder.

I took a knee. About 5 seconds later, it popped back in.

I came off the field a minute later. Not willing to risk it.

Oh and the 130kg guy, he just went straight past me like I was not even there. He must thought I was waving for the bus when I stretched my arm.

Can barely lift my arm when I got home.

Ah painkillers, where would I be without you.

When I told my dad about what happened, he was not too pleased. Copped an earful.

Bila dah lama tak kena marah, there's nothing you can do except to just suck it in and try not to cry. Heh heh. (Another bad habit: making light of a serious situation. I'll stop tomorrow.)

Don't worry, I'm okay now. Nothing major, just a torn rotator cuff. Nothing major. Not too bad.

Now in a sling and discovering new things. What you can and can't do with just one arm i.e. riding a bike is highly not recommended.

Khadam! Basuh pinggan dan masak. Aku lapar.

I'm too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy it hurts.

Kedegilan Membawa Padah

"Dengar cakap orang tua. Jangan degil."

That's what my mother told me a trillion times when I was a kid.

After my last injury -about 6 weeks ago, my dad told me to give sports a rest and take a break for 3 months.

Okay. Okay.

Ya. Ya.

Tak main lagi dah.

Ya.

After I've finished my last paper today, I decided to get back to training again.

I should have listened.

If my nose were any bit more mancung, it would be broken already.

Lucky, it was only swollen. My eyes welled up when I got out of the high tackle.

Dah rupa macam Shrek.

Nostalgia Pen Biru RM2.90

Allow me to get all nostalgic and sappy.

Me and that pen goes a long way back.

We have been busting our ass at Melbourne Uni for 3 years and a half. (why the half? heh heh)

As I was answering my last paper as an undergraduate -Statistical Physics 640384, the ink ran out.

A rationale thing to do would be to curse and throw the pen at the invigilator.

But because we have such a history together, I couldn't help but give a little smirk shed a tear for a trusty compadre.

I bought him in Malaysia, as a bright eyed (re: sepet) kid preparing for his journey to the land of down under. At Carrefour Wangsa Maju.

I bid you adieu, you've been a good friend.

Oh by the way, if you have to know, I always have a spare pen with me. I'm a 'What If?' guy.

Mandi Bunga

Before you get all holier-than-thou with me, I know.

There's a reason. Hear me out.

When I got out of the shower this morning, I tripped and sprained my ankle. Again.

The metal plate felt more loose than usual because of the fall. Went to a GP, got myself more painkillers.(woohoo!) The only silver lining perhaps. As for the metal plate, let's just say I can play it like a glockenspiel now.

There's more. This pathetic story does not end yet.

I was asked by a friend to send him to the airport, he's getting married.

Just as we were about ready, I noticed that I have lost my wallet.

There's no money in there, student mana ada duit. Only my IC, Uni ID, driving license, ATM card and most importantly, gambar awek(spot the bluff).

After I've sent my friend to the airport (driving without a license; law abiding citizen I am.), hopped on my bike and tried to retrace my steps.

Melbourne's winter at 3am; 4° Celcius, foggy (Jack the Ripper is going to love this), 10m visibility, and wet.

Riding a bike in this kind of weather should be made illegal.

Trying to find a lost wallet only leaves you wet and grumpy. Things can get ugly very fast. Or uglier.

It never rains.

Kena mandi bunga bawah jambatan ni.

The Monkey On My Back With A Nametag

I find women wearing baggy jeans to be attractive.

And if she happens to pull on a rugby jersey (preferably the Wallabies green and gold) as her choice of clothing to go about town, I swear I would grab her (by the hands you hamsap!) and look for the nearest tok kadi.

There. I said it.

Satisfied now?

Now monkey, please get off my back.

Tanam pinang rapat-rapat,

Agar puyuh tak dapat lari,

Ku pinang-pinang tak dapat-dapat,

Ku rayu-rayu ku bawak berlari.

Fo' Shiznit

For weeks, I thought that my first exam is on Thursday the 11th. But a friend posted a status update on FB, it was actually on Wednesday.

SHIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

So Long My Love, Goodbye.

When you're at the end, you tend to remember how it all began.

We met at Smith St. Through the window pane of the Quiksilver store, I saw her and was immediately captivated.

"Would you believe in a love at first sight?"
"Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time."

With A Little Help From My Friends - The Beatles

We had a great relationship. Got off on the wrong foot at first, but as time goes on we grew on each other and we could not be separated. We went through it all together, thick and thin, not one moment apart. We travelled together, went to all four corners of Australia and even hopped on a plane to see the fabled land of New Zealand.

I remembered the first time I went back home for her to meet my parents. My parents didn't seem to notice her though, just a passing remark. It hurts. But it did not matter as our love grew stronger each passing day. We don't need anyone else, we have each other.

Nasi lemak buah bidara,
Sayang selasih hamba lurutkan,
Buang emak buang saudara,
Kerana kasih hamba turutkan.

All good things must come to an end.

Her situation got worse this year. Especially when it rains. She would get soaked to the bone. It would take days for her to recover and be her normal self. We knew we were only delaying the inevitable. I knew I had to do the right thing.

It's not fair when life throws you a curveball like this. I hate saying goodbyes, even more so to the ones I love. Especially to her. Not her. Please, not her. It's all just a matter of time. But I wouldn't want her to suffer anymore.

I have to admit. It was hard and painful to let go. But you have to move on. Life goes on.

Goodbye leggy blonde. It's been nice knowing you. The gaping hole on your sole is making my socks wet whenever it rains. If it comforts you, I would like you to know that it is not an easy decision for me to make. I would always remember you. (cue Whitney Houston - I Will Always Love You)

When you're at the end, you tend to remember how it all began.