Well these last couple of weeks have been pretty boring. Same routine. Wake up late, eat late, do stuff late, be late late, sleep late and repeat. To give you a taste of the pointlessness of my life, last night I stayed up till 1:30 am in the morning with the intentions of watching Brett Lee bowl after coming back frmo injury to find his team batting first, so I went to bed. Crazy world. Did pretty much nothing today.
I run through cereal boxes so fast I should ask for a sponsorship from Kellogs or Sanitarium. Actually, I’ve been thinking about that. Sponsorships. I mean I can’t get a job and I need a source of income. And looking at my cricket heroes, what do they do when they’ve retired and have run out of money? Plug some product they would never dream of using. And well, my cricket career is kinda over (well the season is over), and I need money. So I think I need some products to do advertisements for.
I think I need something that’ll appeal to the younger audience. Many of you have heard of my Tiny Teddies Isonotic, but I think I’ll save that for when I actually play. For those of you that haven’t heard about it, it is Tiny Teddies that are also an energy food, like Powerade or bananas or something. Both appeals to my younger fans, but also to the sporting community. Genius. But for now, I think I need to do something else. I want to do something new. Weet Bix has been done to death (though I will be the official Weet Bix kid when I grow up), Swisse Ultivite thingys are taken by Ricky Ponting and Shane Warne does hair regrowth. I need something revolutionary I think.
I’ll just pop in with a bit of genius from my dad. If you have ever wondered how I have ridiculous abilities to do such things as stack it whilst standing still amongst others, then a simple case study into my dad’s behavioural patterns will reveal the answer, just like a loss for my U16 cricket team, really isn’t all too far away. The following conversation ensued, whilst watching the IPL (cricket):
Dad: You see that guy there? (pointing at a cricket called Jacques Kallis whose national team is South Africa) He looks a lot like that fat bloke who plays for South Africa whose name starts with a B.
Me: Boucher?
Dad: Nah, nah. The other one. Good batsmen. I forget his name. Scored most runs last time South Africa came down to Australia. Maybe his name didn’t start with a B.
Me: Duminy?
Dad: No.
My Brother: Prince?
Dad: Nein.
Me: Smith?
Dad: Negative.
Me: Kallis?
Dad: Yeah. That’s the one.
So that’s how my Dad managed to convince me that Jacques Kallis’ facial features were strikingly similar to that of Jacques Kallis. My home is an interesting one at times. After that incident my dad blamed it on the fact he didn’t have his glasses on him and then set about finding them, which he did eventually, once he decided to scale the peaks of his head. I love my dad. All-round good bloke.
On the topic of my family, I’ll slide in one of my mum’s funnies that I was telling gaby and rohan the other day. So my wallpaper for my computer was this college basketball player crying after losing on a buzzer beating while in the background the winning team was celebrating. My mum sat down to use the computer and decided to drop this bomb while she was at it:
My mum: See that guy crying? That’s Deva. And everyone in the background was everyone who actually made med.
Cold blooded.
Anyways, hope you all can make it next week to the BBQ at the home of awesome, West Ryde. Well Meadowbank, really, but you know, same difference almost. Should be plenty of fun. Actually I’m not sure whether it will be. Of course, good times shall be had just seeing one another, but it’d be mad if you could bring park stuff to do. Like baseball bats, tennis balls, skateboards, other stuff and a ball pump would be ingenious. My dog shall make a guest appearance probably. I’m also not sure what to do if it rains. Anyways homes, I think I’m just bsing now so I’ll leave it there. Keep it real and see you around.
