Ollies

It was a heartwarming sight. Almost as hot as the bloody weather. Still haven't got used to the humidity since melbourne. I was at the foodcourt in school when i noticed that almost everyone's necks were craned towards a particular televison set at the corner of the foodcourt. I sat myself down and joined in the watching.

It was a man. Not too good looking. Not too tall. Contorting. Grunting. Sweating. He was wearing a black shirt and shorts. He looked like any other guy you see on the street. After a few seconds, it dawned on me that he was not so ordinary after all. On the back of his shirt was emblazoned bold in white, a familiar name; SINGAPORE. And he was in athens. And that man was Ronald Susilo. David. And he was facing a German opponent who looked as pale as his socks. Maybe it's true what they say, "In the presence of the truly great, one does really pee in their pants."

I'm taking Spanish this term. It has been fun so far. I know how to say Hello and Goodbye and Good day and all that shit. I'm waiting for full sentences so i can do a telenovela kinda thing.