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The · World · from · the · Eyes · of · a · Scoundral
You're lucky I'm not Telepathic
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I remember my login password to LJ!!! |
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Seriously. I'm super proud of the Ultimate Frisbee team's performance last night. I'm beaming. Really. Just beaming.
Sure, we were playing teams that haven't won a single game the past 2 weeks. But it was the means in which we one. It was pedal to the metal all the way. Everyone was playing tight defense, showed great hussle.
It was beautiful to watch and enjoy.
The throws that was going on... HOLY!!!
John bent a pass from out of bounds back in bounds and right into Sunil's hands. Rox shot a rocket through the smallest of windows. Vince launched a moonshot like 50 yards.
The defense was insane too!!!
Our girls are just monster defenders. Blocking pathways to the disc. Smacking down passes. Forcing bad throws. Shoots.
And the catches. Oh the catches.
I swear the ladies prefer to catch on the run rather than having planted feet. Sure there wasn't any of our trademark diving catches from Line 2. But whatever. We got the job done.
Disc in a Box rocks!!!
The Shade of my Soul: |
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Music on my Mind and in my ears: |
Dvorjak | |
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Heavy D - "Now that we found love"
I've been humming it to myself for the past couple of days.
So yesterday I downloaded it and put it on my iPod.
Today, I was sifting through my archived LJ posts and read a one rom 2 years ago. Music I was listening to at the moment:
Heavy D - "Now that we found love"
Sick. |
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Well that's that. Officially, 41st place.
Total time. 83 minutes.
I'm not that jazzed with the result.
But then again, I expected it with my rather lack lustre training.
The only good that I can see is that I came first for my heat.
But then again, my heat was filled with the rather aged or overweight competitors. So that kinda dulls that silver lining.
I knew I'd totally suck for the swim. I did.
500m was tough. By the 300m point I just wanted to give up.
By 400m I really thought my arms would fall out of their sockets.
The bike ride was rather smooth. It wasn't my bike. But it was better than the one that I trained with.
The run I felt was weak. But it was again my saving grace.
Personal goal - Under 77 minutes
MISSION FAILED
Well, there's always next year.
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When I work from home. I strum.
When I'm writing in LJ. I pick.
When I can't sleep. I practice.
If I could jog and play, I would.
If I could sleep and play, I would.
If I could play all day, I would.
Last week, I left my guitar at the Grand and then at Portia's house.
I felt like I lost my arm.
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500m. 15km. 5km.
Over and over again.
Rain. Still Train.
Sun. Still Train.
Night. Still Train
The body is willing.
But the mind is getting lazy. |
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5 years ago I got a nice hat. I really liked it. It was unique. It was cool. I wore it everyday. During a squash session, I hung it on the hook of a locker and forgot about it. By the time I realized that I left my hat behind, someone had already occupied the locker. The following day, I looked through the lost and found for my hat to no avail. My hat was lost forever and I was sad.
On Saturday. History repeated itself. EXACTLY LIKE 5 YEARS ago... what are the fricken odds. |
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Today at work during my regular morning "constitutional" I had a choice of any of the 3 stalls. For some odd reason, I selected the stall directly beside the urinals. Normally I like the feeling of the middle stall. It's smaller space feels a little more cozy. More homey.
As I sat and... well y'know. Someone walked into the washroom. So as part of my natural restroom etiquette training I gave the customary cough. Just to let the other person be aware that he wasn't alone.
So I was back to "meditating" when all of a sudden I felt something brush my foot.I looked down and saw the foot of the person using the urinal beside me move away. So I thought, "Was that a mistake? Did that guy rub his foot against mine by accident?"
So dismissing it as a freak accident, I continued with what I was focussed on when all of a sudden
"Amir? Amir? Why don't you answer me?"
So I think to myself. "A buh??? Ok. This is kinda weird. Maybe if I use the passive agressive approach, he'll realize that he's got the wrong guy."
So I remained silent.
"Amir? Amir? What's wrong? Are you giving me the silent treatment? Don't you know what happens to everyone that gives me the silent treatment?"
Hmmm... I have to admit, my curiousity was a bit piqued.
So I remained silent.
"I'm going to eat you!!!"
WTF??? Fearing that this guy was going to peek over the stall. I quickly retorted, but in a deep and rough sounding voice, just to intimdate the guy of course.
"Guy. I'm not Amir."
And suddenly the urinal occupant left.Just zipped up and left the restroom.
And all I could think was...
"Gross. He didn't even wash his hands" |
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This past week has been the least eventful of my life for a long time. It feels like I reverted back to when I was a kid fresh out of the hospital due to hernia surgery.
Seriously, outside of my usual writing, drawing and composing I've been a hermit. The flu passed through and I didn't want anyone to catch my germs. Outside of some rather irritating sniffles, I'm feeling great. Appetite is back. Muscles no longer ache. And there isn't anymore nasty phlegmn-age occuring.
I've got all this hyperactivity stored up... I'm about to explode.
The Shade of my Soul: |
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I know I've written it in the past. But I really hate being sick. But then again, who doesn't?
Friday. I came home from soccer practice and my throat felt like sandpaper. But just figuring it was due to my normal cheering/coaching at practice. I dismissed it.
Saturday. Played the early game at the soccerdome. It was kinda nice. When you're the first users of the facility, there isn't really that nasty smell wafting in the air. I guess that presents itself in the afternoon. FYI. We won.
Came home and had completely lost my voice. So I figured it was laryngitis. But as the evening progressed. My nasal passages began to clog up. And the incessant sneezing began.
Sunday.Voice returned. But the pain in joints began. And halfway through the day, the fever's hit, followed by the chills, and then more fevers.
I tried to resist it all weekend. Went to sleep at a reasonable time. Drank plenty of fluids. But it was all for nothing. I got the flu.
So now, I'm just lying in bed. Phoned in sick from work today. Took some extra strength tylenol to numb the pain. And the benylin I had earlier has me coughing out phlegm right and left. And with my faithful laptop closeby, I've got the entertainment factor ironed out.
For instance, I've been doing lots of research on another tattoo possibility. And I think I've found the perfect symbol. It's a variation of THIS Do you know what that symbol means? Perhaps you're too young to comprehend. The symbol was used by THIS GUY
Please tell me that you know who Snake Eyes is.
Anyways, the variation of that symbol I'm going to get is perfect. It's the symbol for the number 27. Which of course is my birthday... duh. And once you see it you'll say... of course. Presenting...
MY NEXT TATTOO
Don't ask me about where I'm putting it though. I'm still undecided. I'm a little weary to put it on my forearm like the Snake eyes and Storm Shadow. So wait and see.
The Shade of my Soul: |
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1 more payment to go on my gagantuan student loan. And then Freedom!!!!
You don't know how excited I am. How this cloud of misery and dismaywill be lifted in exactly 15 days. And I'll have an extra lump sum of money to either invest, save, or splurge with.
Don't get me wrong. Without my student loan I wouldn't have my degree. I wouldn't have my certifications. I wouldn't have my job. And I probably would have sold Patty. I think if you need to get a student loan, just map out how you'll make payments and think realistically and rationally. That was my err in judgement and I'm laughing at myself while I type this sentence.
Life is good..
The Shade of my Soul: |
bouncy |
Music on my Mind and in my ears: |
Jason Mraz - Life is Wonderful | |
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After an enjoyable afternoon of squash, followed by another sweet workout at the University.
Bones and I went to Saigon Y2K for some dinner...
Now my theory is that it was the Salad Rolls. But I could be wrong.
Halfway though the meal I got a rather blinding headache and just figured that it was due to wearing my contacts. On the ride back to the university I started to heat up and get the sweats. And as we walked to pick up our gear at the Combatives room, I felt it necessary to walk outside for some fresh air.
Then it happened
So I wrote a poem to commemorate the moment:
Suddenly. Horribly. Disgustingly. Violently.
Burning tingling.
Curse the love for hot sauce.
It's only good going down.
Feel the burn. Feel my pain.
I puked.
Sufficed to say. I'm never going to eat at Saigon Y2K again. |
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Dear Omar's Brain,
Stop sending the incorrect signal to my hands when typing. Today's date is January 26th. It is NOT September 8th as you continue to transmit. Please cease and desist.
Or I will be forced to cause you bodily harm by consuming several bottles of beer.
Also, can you please recall where you left my knee brace?
Your's Truly,
Omar |
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is the Olympic Oval. It has been a number of years since I last did some training at the facility. And I have to say. I'm still impressed. Running at the oval is pure sweetness.
You never overheat, thanks to the ice.
There are 2 agility ladders on the track.
There are seperate lanes to perform various exercises and sprints.
There are various stairs to climb and descend.
And the best part???
When you're done training. You can go SKATING!!!
(If you're clever enough to hide your skates in your backpack...muah ha ha)
I love the OVAL
So yeah. I'm going to save up and make one of THESE my next Halloween Costume!!! |
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I've just performed step 1 of my NEW 5 year master plan.
This decision (should I get approval) will lay the foundation of the next plateau of my existence.
And everything I've gained & lost in the past 5 years, will just be another chapter to look back at and laugh.
Cross your fingers, and find that rabbits foot.
I need a lot of luck here. |
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