Our Very Own "Chairman"

i wouldn't be awake at 7.30am if not for my father requiring aid, to ask for some help in a job. Sunday is a sacred day, a day where i would enjoy my own activities, or recuperate at home. i am hell of a son. anything for my dad. went for breakfast, and what the fuck wrong in the morning?

nature gone crazy. heavy storm, rain pelting the car furiously, the wind doing thier very best in toppling me as i proceeded to the nearest coffeeshop with my parents. even under shelter, they provide no signs of giving up. a hot cup of milo and steaming hot prata went cold after 5mins.

working on sunday was tough and i have to emphansize, i am a very good son. anything for my dad. yes, it's ok. i need no praises, but fuck you if you are giggling.

queen was literally piss because she doesn't understand the facts that waking up at 7.30am and working till 3pm was a word spelt, capped, bold.

T I R E D

Me: "finish helping my dad, and i am very tired. i will not be coming."
Queen: "you do not want to accompany me? you should come NOW."
Me: "nope, i am very tired. i woke at 7.30am and just ended."
Queen: "so? no lunch with me and no time spend together?"

throwing her tantrum ordering me, yes i mean ordering because her tone was loud and she was very firm on the word NOW. i r & r her. rejected and refused. i didn't know if there is part 2 because sleep save me from utterly nonsensical conversations. knowing i would be piss if i was reminded of the afternoon segment, she put on her best behaviour when i rise from my deep slumber and dial her number.

changing into some soccer gears, i went to meet up with the crew. much to my surprise, queen and gang were be joining for some laughters.

our dear R was busy doing videos, camera shots for us. every single moment was capture.

30mins into games, singlets were flying all over. sweats flowing down from head to toe, wet boxers and underwears were part and parcel but i have never expected our G to take bribes..

G was our goalkeeper, he was practically throwing every single ball to the opposition after an hour of the game. tireness and exhaustion have overcome his body and even his mind! to him, everyone was a friend. 3 consecutive throw in the middle to a opposition, a SHOT, a SAVE and FALLING into the net and there it is. 3 points for them. 6 consecutive goals slowly ensure the opposition are in the lead.

everyone was rolling on the field laughing, T was shaking his head, laughing at our dear G who have only done soccer twice in his life or even exercise once a year.

T: "how much did the other team pay you?"
G: "fuck, i am tired."
T: "you are a hole."

many more comments were made, laughters from the side and on the pitch were non stop. no matter how well i describe it, you need to be on site to really understand the situation that is putting stiches into our very stomach.

G was no longer aware of anything, his only objective than and there was to get a chair and sit. trinkling down his body, sweat flows, slowly forming a human puddle below his chair.

he was our "chairman" that night, refusing to move till the 2hrs is up. he was a sight to behold!

thanks to R, photographs, videos will ensure we will remember this night.

this very night, our very own "chairman" was deliver to us.

and his prize award winning speech was...

i have transfer all my bribes back. i am clean...