It was a reminiscence of those yesteryears, of my bola baling zaman kegemilangan.
I love that game.
I remembered i didn't mind having my feet and body soaked in mud, my fingers bruised and clothes drenched with sweat and mud while playing that game,
how we got ourselves so furious with each other because of the silly accidents and faults we committed while playing that game,
Loved the way everyone played that game; with much zest and zeal.
But..
Didn't enjoy it at all yesterday.
It was not what i expected it would be..
It was plain annoying.
and it's at times like these when i wish i had an invisible mp3, radio, cassette/cd player to blast it with songs from LP.
Anyway...
Went for lunch in one of those restaurants where you could actually see the chef in action. Our table was located just opposite the glass partition which means we had the bestest view to watch the chef cook our food. I was sitted with my back facing the glass, which means that i would need to turn my back if i want to see him cook.
I tell you, i turned sooo many times to see him cook (it was quite fascinating la with the fire and all, and so i had to take a pic of him at one point..i know...quite jakun) i think he felt super pressured.
Well, he was good la. Just 26 years of age.
Not the showy-showy type where they'll purposely do some stunts and somersaults to impress you when they know ppl are watching..
He on the other hand, did what he had to, confidently and then turn to us, smiled and waved...haha!
And so it was nice...
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