This year may see some changes. Instead of bumming at home, I shall go out more, meet more
As usual, I fail to listen to myself. I just wrote down my resolutions. It is hard to stop doing something, when everyone else is doing it.
So what exactly happened to my Dopod ?
I SOLD it. Yup. The very next day, I took my dad and went to Lowyat and instead of buying stuffs, I was scouting for a potential buyer. The first shop offered me RM 1500. I told him to go die. The second shop wanted to buy at RM 2300. I said I will come back if I could not find a better price. The 3rd shop offered me RM 2550 and I decided to sell on the spot. The feeling of holding solid 51 pieces of RM50 , PRICELESS.
The reason I sold off the Dopod is because I could not imagine myself walking around with a gadget worth that much. I'm a clumsy ass. I've dropped my 3310 a gazzilion times. I've thrown it against the wall twice (accidently). Despite believing that the Dopod would certainly attract the chicks, it would also attract those people with knives, not a good idea at all. Further more, I could always use the extra cash for the car. Dopod felt good in my hands, but the cash aaaaahhhhhhhh pure pleasure.
Now I was without a phone. What did I do ? I stole my mom's phone. It was supposed to be a temporary phone, until I got one I liked. It never materialized. I fell in love with the Nokia 1110 instantly. Simple, small and lightweight (the total opposite of my brick phone, the 3310). I then bought my mom another model for Rm 250. I was actually thinking of getting a N80 or even K800 but then again, I needed the money for the car.
Humm, RM 2550. What do you do with that much money ? Let me tell you what I did. I got myself a couple of things at PC Fair III.
- Sonic Forge EVO III ( RM 100)
- Thumbdrive from Pendrive with Skin (RM65)
- Canon Powershot A530 camera ( RM 630)
- LG DVD Burner (RM115)
Front view of the subwoofer
The side speakers
Glow in the dark
My Powershot A530
My Powershot A530 - mirror shot
My tribal thumbdrive
p/s: God decided to contribute to my 'GET MURALI A DIGI CAMERA FUND'. Now I can camwhore like a bitch normal person.
The proud owner of DOPOD 838 PRO
Graphical overview of positions
In MMU I play on a ground termed the "GREEN COURT". The court was made by MMU about 2 years back for netball. Since it's abandoned most of the time, the INDIANs of MMU decided to take the responsibility of utilizing the court. We don't like to see things go to waste.
When we first started, we could play right up to 12 at nite. Nice breezy nights with bright spotlights with volleyball referee stands being made the goal post at both ends. It was the nearest ,largest, cleanest ground we could play in MMU. Made of of a combination of simen and tar (i think), the ground has good drainage, not that slippery and a smooth flat surface that reflect the colour green. Thus the coined term.
My past years in MMU have been spent on that court almost every day except during those peak hours where my attention was turned towards those small square things filled with papers they call BOOK. My source of information ? The ever useable friendly Yahoo Messenger (no, there are not paying me to do promotion) . I would buzz anyone staying in hostel or some one would take the responsibility of informing everyone about the kickoff time. Usually it's Thina Mande.
I believe in playing fun. I 'm part of the Salsa team (which plays in the big field) and I believe it was Ellango was the one that started Salsa Fun Fair. A team which plays for fun, laughs at mistakes, and plays their hearts out.
I hate playing when everyone is tensed, scolding each other for silly mistakes and everyone tries to be selfish.
BUT you can't change everyone. You just go with the flow.
My best times were countless. Soring goals , last second ditches to clear the ball of the line, sliding tackles and much much more. I know I'm going to miss this ground.My greatest satisfaction comes from the fact that I'm able to cut off attacks and launch attacks. I'm a person who can't dribble for shits. Some may say if you can't dribble, how can you call that football ? To me, if you can kick a ball , you can certainly play this game.
I take pride in being able to grab the ball from an opposition, look up and send a pin-point cross to my team-mate waiting upfront. I know I ain't Beckham, but I can certainly pull string and move things forward. I love doing so. O f course at times you get ticked by your team-mates because instead of passing the ball and pushing forward, I tend to just supply upwards. I learn and I'm glad to say I'm improving. I think I am.
It's even more rewarding when you assist a particular goal. Certainly much sweeter when I score. I don't have a 360 degree vision. I believe mine is more of 180 . I fail to look back and start all over again. Call it enthusiasm + adrelenin rush.
As most players, I too have my prefered team-mates or people I don't mind playing day and night. The reason ? Because with them around , it's pure fun and enjoyable. People like Kishen and Roshan. Extremely good players with fancy footwork. Nice to watch, not nice to play against, but again in football, you need to except challenges and improve. I always relish the chance to play against them. Khugan, Ellango, Ruben,Bal, Sujen to name a few players I love playing with.
Life is good. Football has to be the cherry on the top of the icing.
Makan bola.Minum bola.Tidur bola
Peace.
p/s : Rule no1. Don't fucking get injured. It will never be the same
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