From Friday the 28th through to Saturday the 29th of May, something special happened. Most of you probably know it was Mike and Pete’s birthday party, but it wasn’t merely these two boys turning eighteen. It was more than that. It was the day we all grew up.
Kidding, most of us just got older by one day, but I just wanted to have a go at writing an epic blog post story, and after 2 and a little bit of a line, I came to the conclusion that serious writing, comparable to the act of serious facing, is in fact not my forte.
Just some of the important things that happened over those two days: The morning begun as any Friday morning does: in the time frame of 11am to 3 pm. A quick shower and I ran to play the piano. I love playing the piano, mainly because I don’t have to. It’s fun and I do it everyday because it is obligation free and I just play stuff I like to. It’s mad. It’s so fun in fact, it has been the reason for various breakfast meals that have been left undigested. Anyways, my brother was the only other person at home and he was playing the last levels of the Splinter Cell game he had bought and was in fact fortunate enough to complete the game accompanied by the epic theme song of a horribly played first 3 pages of ‘A Whole New World.’
Security footage of a man walking past who heard me playing the piano.
Anyways, he finished the game, and I was about to leave for the city for some present shopping, when my brother flicks channels to find the Lakers-Suns game going on. Now, those who follow the NBA will already know what happened, and for those who don’t, all you need to know is Bryan’s favourite player (Jason Richardson, the most hated on player in James Ruse 09 circles for no fault of his own except for being Bryan’s favourite player) hits a 3 to tie the game with 3.7 seconds left, before deciding not to play any defence and allow the other team to win the game. Early Christmas for everyone! Rest assured that much paying out of Mr. B. Tran ensued throughout the day, especially at the most inappropriate and irrelevant times.
Anyways, hit up Town hall Maccas to find Bryan buying a Big Mac meal to get one of those mad promotional glass cups for 2010 Soccer World Cup and we waited a little for Simy. I really wanted to get a cup, but I was veg and all so I couldn’t. Oh yeah, my brother got me these two mad chains from Barbados just for me, one with a turtle and the other with a real shark tooth and the chain thingy was made from these volcanoes. Freaking unreal. Turns out they are unbelievably lucky too. Later on in the night, where Winnie was faced with a situation characterised by apparently insurmountable difficulty, she wrapped my chain around her arm and with a howl to match a werewolf on the night of a full moon charged in headfirst and emerged victor. By which I mean she was victorious, not that her name became Victor. That would just be weird.
Another kind of Victor.
At Town Hall Macca’s, the Horn of Gondor was sounded and the Rider’s of Rohan dutifully answered the call. There was then the instigation of the most feared duo in the history of forever, comprising of myself and my right-handed left hand man, Bryan Tran: The Bad-ass Brothers. Annie pleaded to be let into the group so I let her be honorary member.
Anyways, stuff happened, the night went on, we went to the restaurant, ate food of sorts, took photos of different sorts of people, got into all sorts of trouble, and had all sorts of fun. The word sorts now has no meaning anymore to me and also sounds really weird when I say it in my brain.
Anyways, the following Monday, Deva ventured down to the Auburn Basketball Courts to participate in a basketball competition for the Auburn Bluejays, in place of the power-guard, Bryan Tran. Gaby also would play.
Many funs were had, and though Deva played rubbish and the BlueJays did lose, all in all it was fun for him to play basketball competitively again and to play with Gaby was also good. Special thanks goes to the BlueJays boys Michael Liu, Shiva, Dan, Jason, Jeremy and Bryan for a good game.
Halfway through the second half, Deva tried to use his new special ability where he turned around and flexed his back in order to effectively achieve nothing at all.
Bryan Tran, who was coaching from the sidelines, momentarily lifted his head from his small strawberry sundae, to eagerly pipe in with “Wow Deva, how’d you do that!?” He then rudely went back to enjoying his dessert, without waiting for a reasonable amount of time in which a reply may have been produced.
So I’ll answer him here. A little while ago, I decided to try this whole gym thing out to try and become a better cricket player without playing any cricket. I realised that I had a couple of months really so I wasn’t gonna get like ripped or nothing, so I decided to focus pretty much just on my back. Anyone with even the slightest experience in bowling will tell you that back injuries are the most common. And so I decided to take a preemptive strike on these injuries and get to work on getting a stronger back.
One of my many ‘back’ luvos. For more pics, email me.
First it was a fad, merely a pride-filled response to Justin Timberlake’s sly challenge to “get a sexy back”. But then it turned into more. It became a routine, and I realise that I may have in fact got somewhere. In fact, a couple more millenniums and I’ll be able to use the following kick-ass line filled with heaps of ass kicking, when I go to buy shirts: “Man this shirt is too tight! It turns me into a broken keyboard! I got no backspace!”
I shall then proceed to pick up every girl within a one million km radius. Watch out for that day. I’ll probably just be on the news and stuff. It’ll be sweet. Might even make it onto Today Tonight. Anyways kids, you guys keep dreaming, and I’ll talk to you later. I need to go feed that Deva kid now. He keeps complaining about hungry he is.
