Well,
Turned out that the many hideous semi gangsters looking after the street thought that my mate's matric card was his cop id card. Luck, pure luck got us through the day. To think, outnumbered, out iron barred, outshouted, hmm just about everything but we were just there and luck was on our side.
Luck oh dear luck, the banshee was also still there and dared enough to give my Gentle giant the look and to cap it off, he was kinda giving back a somewhat interested feedback look. I pulled everyone back and cautiously left the place vowing never to return fearing the possibility of looking at my friends nauseating reply look to the banshee's sexual inquest.
The next day.
Nobody talked about it. The whole day in class and not a word except a remider bybthe instigator of the incident that we better pray before we have our lunch. A sudden religious outburst by my formerly 'let' have fun' mate. Well, well, good things do come out of shitty things sometimes. We prayed together for the first time in 9 months of friendship.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Bullying Tactics
This is a rugby explanation on the use of the wings by the Springboks by an All Black. "They don't use him the way we would - they kick and then hope their wings run and knock the ball back and then applaud them for doing a good job. This is also exactly true in debating. People think that the debate starts when the speaking starts. Nope. It starts when the website is out. People especially bullies with long arms will start jockeying for positions of power from the selection of DCA’s all the way to the motions and deep into who they will sit next to during the briefings.
We should expect debaters like rugby bullies South Africa, to try to put us under pressure with anything available under the sun. However, if they do not do that well then our counter attack is pretty good and we are looking to punish them but counter, the word ‘counter’ denotes preparatory strategies.
We need to look at the styles of our opponents and not only ours. Like the Boks who like to run hard, try to smash and bully people, they are physical and like having big cleanouts. We need know that it is going to happen and in the old famous words of Sean Connery as Malone in ‘The Untouchables’, “What are ye prepared to dou?”
Every team has their structures and game plan and though we should be sticking to the one we have in place we need to seriously look into what’s on the other side’s plate. There are no limits within the structures, and having prepared for the best horse for the course we should be encouraged to play what is in front of us.
Thus the aims were still to build in major areas and put some polish this week on the set-piece like returning POI’s and rebutting to ensure some ready- made strategies in attack and defense.
"It is a matter of trying to add a bit of sophistication to what we are doing," the famous Omar Sallahuddin said.
"Often you don't know what you need to work on until you have a bit of a trial tourney and we've done that now."
The trick was starting again, in a new tourney building toward Worlds and WUPID taking it all logically as the coaches introduced some of their new concepts to their squad.
Logically, the universal accepted features must be spot on together with some strategies based on possible opponents, some hassle and diplomatic tactics as well as good ol’ lots of trainings.
We should expect debaters like rugby bullies South Africa, to try to put us under pressure with anything available under the sun. However, if they do not do that well then our counter attack is pretty good and we are looking to punish them but counter, the word ‘counter’ denotes preparatory strategies.
We need to look at the styles of our opponents and not only ours. Like the Boks who like to run hard, try to smash and bully people, they are physical and like having big cleanouts. We need know that it is going to happen and in the old famous words of Sean Connery as Malone in ‘The Untouchables’, “What are ye prepared to dou?”
Every team has their structures and game plan and though we should be sticking to the one we have in place we need to seriously look into what’s on the other side’s plate. There are no limits within the structures, and having prepared for the best horse for the course we should be encouraged to play what is in front of us.
Thus the aims were still to build in major areas and put some polish this week on the set-piece like returning POI’s and rebutting to ensure some ready- made strategies in attack and defense.
"It is a matter of trying to add a bit of sophistication to what we are doing," the famous Omar Sallahuddin said.
"Often you don't know what you need to work on until you have a bit of a trial tourney and we've done that now."
The trick was starting again, in a new tourney building toward Worlds and WUPID taking it all logically as the coaches introduced some of their new concepts to their squad.
Logically, the universal accepted features must be spot on together with some strategies based on possible opponents, some hassle and diplomatic tactics as well as good ol’ lots of trainings.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Democratic Bull
We went back in and to a big heep of suprise, one of my mates was berating the formerly ironrod holding monster and his some big and some small friends.
They came back with their reluctant'tyco' and elderly teacher like chinese gentlemen and lo and behold, we got back 80% of the money that the gentle giant lost. Feeling strong and under appreciated, I started shouting some almost obscene words and phrases with some inrudimentary chinese, my mate glared a nervous glare that somehow told me to keep a lid on it and just maintain the right posture.
We got the money, turned, the mate who apprently became our leader that night, shouted a quiet shout and all of us walked away safe. How'd this happen?
As students, we have matric card and as students we should treat it better than AMEX.
They came back with their reluctant'tyco' and elderly teacher like chinese gentlemen and lo and behold, we got back 80% of the money that the gentle giant lost. Feeling strong and under appreciated, I started shouting some almost obscene words and phrases with some inrudimentary chinese, my mate glared a nervous glare that somehow told me to keep a lid on it and just maintain the right posture.
We got the money, turned, the mate who apprently became our leader that night, shouted a quiet shout and all of us walked away safe. How'd this happen?
As students, we have matric card and as students we should treat it better than AMEX.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
The Decision
The brain suddenly cleared and great vision appeared, the iron rod holder directly to my left was just a kid, a few years shy of me, a few inches shorter and most importantly, a few significant sizes smaller. He accidently jumped onto my right fist and my helmet at the same time. Foolish boy and a gap appeared whence before the unfortunate boy was standing. I went for the gap with the gentle giant in tow.
It wasn't particularly a long dash out to other side of the building, even the gentle giant was going at it at a speed usually reserved for avoiding death, etc. The long period was spent at the other side, where we were safe, uninjured, safe road home, image intact, but the gentle giant was somewhat solemn.
He said, "Bu, what about them?" The look, his expression, here was a guy who was scared to death and he still wanted to go back in there, facing the iron rods because of his friends, my friends. Damn it, felt really embarrased leaving them now.
Am goin in, back in, mind sending litany of logical explanation not to do so but his look of scared determination pushed me into doing it. We went back in + one discarded brick and newspaper around our waist to shell the body a bit against knives and iron rod hits.
We went back in ...
It wasn't particularly a long dash out to other side of the building, even the gentle giant was going at it at a speed usually reserved for avoiding death, etc. The long period was spent at the other side, where we were safe, uninjured, safe road home, image intact, but the gentle giant was somewhat solemn.
He said, "Bu, what about them?" The look, his expression, here was a guy who was scared to death and he still wanted to go back in there, facing the iron rods because of his friends, my friends. Damn it, felt really embarrased leaving them now.
Am goin in, back in, mind sending litany of logical explanation not to do so but his look of scared determination pushed me into doing it. We went back in + one discarded brick and newspaper around our waist to shell the body a bit against knives and iron rod hits.
We went back in ...
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The Return of the Banshee
Woi! Wooi!
Apa Woi!
Feeling just slightly stronger than Hercules, chest muscle expanded and fist clenched in a perfect unknown old hybrid ninja + kung fu stance, I ... I thought I saw the banshee again.
Well.. It was the banshee alright with slight physical difference or a more literal dpeiction of brute men with iron rods, you got it right, IRON RODS, the type that will make you cry like the sweetest banshee if they touched any part of your body.
Muscle reducing its size and stature at a ridiculous rate. What would Rambo had done. I looked aroung in a flash, and the thought formulated in my mind. Rambo, well more like the Mambo Kings, exit strategy. There were two exits, I will kick the Bear nearest to me slightly to the left of the cowering gentle giant, throw my helmets to the 2 brutes on my right and run over them with the gentle giant in tow. What would then happen to my other mates, a thin but clear thought formed in my mind, they've got their helmets and I need to move now.
Faster than the fastest of Jacky Chan's moves, two helmets, one red and one black, both pretty shiny, were flying in the general direction of our over advantaged, iron rod holding, trouble maker by birth, pagoda single wearing, would be assailants or possibly angel of death. Brilliant, I guess my telephatic powers must have described the same strategy to my mates.
This would be more than tricky as men and iron rods started coming towards my well scupted head.
Apa Woi!
Feeling just slightly stronger than Hercules, chest muscle expanded and fist clenched in a perfect unknown old hybrid ninja + kung fu stance, I ... I thought I saw the banshee again.
Well.. It was the banshee alright with slight physical difference or a more literal dpeiction of brute men with iron rods, you got it right, IRON RODS, the type that will make you cry like the sweetest banshee if they touched any part of your body.
Muscle reducing its size and stature at a ridiculous rate. What would Rambo had done. I looked aroung in a flash, and the thought formulated in my mind. Rambo, well more like the Mambo Kings, exit strategy. There were two exits, I will kick the Bear nearest to me slightly to the left of the cowering gentle giant, throw my helmets to the 2 brutes on my right and run over them with the gentle giant in tow. What would then happen to my other mates, a thin but clear thought formed in my mind, they've got their helmets and I need to move now.
Faster than the fastest of Jacky Chan's moves, two helmets, one red and one black, both pretty shiny, were flying in the general direction of our over advantaged, iron rod holding, trouble maker by birth, pagoda single wearing, would be assailants or possibly angel of death. Brilliant, I guess my telephatic powers must have described the same strategy to my mates.
This would be more than tricky as men and iron rods started coming towards my well scupted head.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The situation
I felt cool, I walked, I talked and I was gently told to peeees off. I felt stupid, I flexed my muscle in my mind, flexed them in reality and reality talked back to me. "There, there and there" reality pointed to my reducing mucsle and courage of the other even cooler looking guys who were starting to give me the look. The look that I have seen before, the kind of look that would warrant you to look around for other people to be behind you giving the other guys the look.
Being beaten up especially here alone with the gentle giant was sure not going to be fun and all smiles but there's something about being labelled a coward that made me shout my "I'm not a coward neither am I afraid of you shout' at them. Strangely though, my Bahasa Melayu sounded a little bit too formal and the intonation too much kindergardenlike.
Yabu! Turning around, Yep. Reinforcement. Not all able bodied men but they have with them with shiny looking head busting helmets. I shouted the same shout, intonation perfect, the lanugage foul and nauseating.
Being beaten up especially here alone with the gentle giant was sure not going to be fun and all smiles but there's something about being labelled a coward that made me shout my "I'm not a coward neither am I afraid of you shout' at them. Strangely though, my Bahasa Melayu sounded a little bit too formal and the intonation too much kindergardenlike.
Yabu! Turning around, Yep. Reinforcement. Not all able bodied men but they have with them with shiny looking head busting helmets. I shouted the same shout, intonation perfect, the lanugage foul and nauseating.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Epicentre Continues
There was something in the voice that was both annoying and funny. Obligated due ton instant recognition with a new wallet in my back pocket, I turned.
My gentle giant mate was frantically waving and making unclear Latin statements. I got 'wallet', 'money', 'lost' and 'dad' with a word lacking a consonant with 'ill' or 'eel'.
'My dad is going to kill me' he blurted. Finally, I was able to calm him down and due to his size I had to put 3 and 3 together in quite a difficult fashion. The explanation was seemingly innocent. he was looking at a few innocent looking men doing some innocent gambling when he innocently joined and somehow innocently a man reach for the money in his wallet and innocently placed an innocent bet that was innocently declared the losing bet. Simple. It was innocent. The dad would definitely understand.
My foot you spoiled squirt. I actually slapped him. Well a brotherly and concern like slap. Our eyes met and if she were a girl, the meeting of the eyes would be enough to build a marriage on. 'I'll get your money back. Just don't cry'. Well, what now?
My gentle giant mate was frantically waving and making unclear Latin statements. I got 'wallet', 'money', 'lost' and 'dad' with a word lacking a consonant with 'ill' or 'eel'.
'My dad is going to kill me' he blurted. Finally, I was able to calm him down and due to his size I had to put 3 and 3 together in quite a difficult fashion. The explanation was seemingly innocent. he was looking at a few innocent looking men doing some innocent gambling when he innocently joined and somehow innocently a man reach for the money in his wallet and innocently placed an innocent bet that was innocently declared the losing bet. Simple. It was innocent. The dad would definitely understand.
My foot you spoiled squirt. I actually slapped him. Well a brotherly and concern like slap. Our eyes met and if she were a girl, the meeting of the eyes would be enough to build a marriage on. 'I'll get your money back. Just don't cry'. Well, what now?
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