McDouche

i'm a McDouche: i just had dinner at mac's and i need to be shot. this is after i vowed never to eat at mcdonald's again.


well maybe the fatigue clouded my judgement, plus the power of persuasion/peer pressure in the form of jupiter and zy. stupid me. but it was fun to catch up with them and all, plus the talk of a perspective bali trip soon! can't wait.

anyways i quite enjoyed today's little run around a bit. especially when i get to be on the attacking side all the time, and with zy and jupe running with me, it was like the old times again. it's been a long time since i had a little run around with the ball. gave some speculative wild passes though, felt kinda rusty. but one decisive super wide pass led to a try, it was ultra sweet, couldn't have done the pass any better: perfect weight, perfect height, burnt 2 drifting defenders at once. i ought to pat myself on the back. even jay was jealous. but then that's kinda normal.

also had a few stabs at some little grubbers here and there, a rather screwed up impromptu call i came up with - "popiah". didn't really work so well. and my tactical kicking's gone down the drain. it was kinda all over the place with no sting. argh... but then again i don't play regularly anymore. jupe then stunned me with his brilliant little chip (just over the head) and chase, it popped up perfectly for him. looked set to be a try but too bad he got taken out right before the try line. had a few little searching runs myself, ran past a few and almost beat the fullback. damn guess i gotta go sharpen my "benji marshall" step again. it's been a while, heh.

i'm reminded of what it feels like to be alive once again. feeling kinda happy. yeah.


+listening to: chevrolet by the derek trucks band