Jinx toes and old uncles acting like petty aunties.
My toes are jinxed. In timeframe of less than 24 hours, I knocked my left big toe into the steps of my staircase (thank goodness it’s carpeted) and my right middle toe into the freakin’ toilet bowl base – both are bleeding now. My excuses? Left toe injury was sustained due to my wobbly legs after an 8km run and right toe injury due to the wet toilet floor! By the way, it is a widely known fact that most household accidents occur in the place where we take our baths. The skin at the tip of the left big toe peeled off while the right middle toe was quite simply, a pain in the arse. You see, my nail went top first against the toilet bowl and because of that, there was no cut whatsoever. Instead, I suffered internal bleeding and now I’ve got a blue-black right middle toe. What I am trying to do now is to cut the nail off and try to puncture a hole into the skin to let the blood flow out. Sounds quite fun but I have a feeling it’s gonna hurt.
So although I already had two toes to nurse, I decided to go ahead with my soccer match. I was in high spirits at first but I became quite moody at the end of the match. “Age requires no respect if it has not acquired wisdom.” I wrote that in an earlier post lamenting about how pissed off I was with the behavior of people I’m supposed to call uncles. Today, the referee had to abandon the match 10 minutes before full time to prevent any occurrence of a full-blown melee. At the climax of it all, one of the guys actually swung a leg and kicked my teammate’s butt to show his displeasure after what I though to be a completely fair challenge. I mean come on, this is not a ring where you can kickbox, I thought to myself. But it all became a little humorous when he jumped into a Taekwondo sparring stance to prepare himself against a possible retaliation from my teammate. In his moment of fury and state of rage, I actually laughed out loud and shouted at him, “Ey, you damn childish, oei!” My victimized teammate just pointed at the player, looked to the referee and with the most innocent-boy face you can ever find just stood there and retorted, “Ref, he kicked me!” One thing led to another and the arguing players started to bring up every single unfair tackle perceived to be overlooked by the referee; and claimed that if we can do it, why can’t they. Noting that he had already lost control of the game, the referee blew the final whistle and separated the players. That guy who jumped into that sensational and not to mention unforgettable Taekwondo sparring stance in the middle of the field even had the impudence to shake my hand after the game to say, “Good game.”
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