Basketball Kills

It was one fine Saturday morning, as usual, we run around the court, shoot some hoops and lots of jumping involved. But well, for Ben, jumping is not his favourite move, nor running. But he's good at standing still and waiting for the ball to come rolling to him.

Everything was fine until one point when I jumped, my lower back hurts. I thought it was nothing, just a mosquito bite or maybe Aaron pinched me during the game. But it got worse. By the time I reached home at night, I walked like a 70+ woman who just got elbowed by a muscular dude from behind. When I sleep at night, it was the worst! hardly sleep that night.

So the next day, I decided to...

It was freaking pain when this old uncle rubbed my back. Feel like pushing him to the ground and take the bottle from his hand and smash it on his forehead. But that didn't happened of course. Pain means good. Pain means healing.

And now, this is what I have to take every 9 in the morning and 9 at night. Uncle said the black pills make one invincible. Uncle also said many martial art people used to order from him. When I asked for names, he looked at me for 5 seconds and said, ... "many."

Reasons Why I Dislike Snooker

1. They have stupid names.

2. They don't mean what they said.

3. They took away the excitement in my friend's life.

Lydia: "You have a natural cocky face"

I was shocked when she said this. In fact she didn't said "cocky", she used "lan ci" to describe me. I was like, what? me? cocky face? C'mon, I'm everything but cocky.

It all happened that night we were in Old Town, I phewiitt-ed the waiter and asked for the bill. He nodded. Walked back to the counter casually then turned back, took 5 steps and put his hands behind his buttock and said, "Twenty one ringgit and forty five cents." followed by a smile. And all I did was just looked at him and said, "We asked for the bill, can we see the bill? Thank you :) :) :) :)"

Then Lydia added, "Anthony, you are so mean. You have a natural lan ci face". It still bothers me till today. So I decided to blog this and let my readers to decide whether or not, I have a cocky face.

I mean, me. Of all people, me. I have to cocky face. Its totally way out from the truth. I define the word "humility". I'm the down to earth kind of guy.

Oxford gave the meaning for humility as "the quality or condition of being humble; modest opinion or estimate of one's own importance, rank, etc. "
It's as if they are mentioning my name in the Oxford dictionary for that word.

I've checked my background, starting from my great grandparents. All of them are humble. Well maybe, my grandma wasn't such a humble person. If my grandma was there with us that night, and that waiter mention the price instead of showing us the bill when we asked for it, my grandma will swing her heavy right arm and eventually cause serious damage to the poor boy's pi pi. He should thank God that my grandma is praising Jesus in Heaven now.

So I don't have a cocky face. Is just my principle. When I ask for something, I expect for that something, not something else.

So readers, you decide, ok? Whether I'm HUMBLE (choose this) or naturally own a cocky face.

Let tell you the scenario again if you forgotten why Lydia said I have a cocky face. It's a scenario almost similiar to what really happened.

We went to Old Town. Sat down. Opened the menu. The waiter was ready to take our orders. And..

Anthony: "Erm, what do you recommend? What's good to eat here?"
Smiling Waiter: "Today is Monday"
Anthony: ...
Lydia: You have a natural cocky face, Anthony.

Readers, the power is in your hand. Vote today!





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