Wednesday, January 15, 2014
So finally the realisation set in. 27 it is.
Thank you for the generous birthday treat at Straits Kitchen @ Grand Hyatt, bosses. So Menaka and I almost share the same birthday. Her's is on 10th while mine's on the 11th and the bosses were so cute. They secretly tried to smuggle a cake into the office right after our lunch without our awareness and surprised us. A very sweet gesture it was :)
So, this year's birthday was very different. For once, I truly wasn't keen to celebrate my birthday at all especially since it only reminded me of the painful image of my aunt whom I saw alive for the very last time on 11th January, how she was wriggling in pain in the hospital and how I had partied at Rumours while she was living her last few hours. I mean everyone including my family members and then-friends told me to go all out and celebrate my birthday as it was my special day but as I reflect back, I truly have this guilt latched onto my heart and I just couldn't bring myself forth to look forward to my birthday this year. Just totally couldn't. My heart started pounding madly as time was ticking away. I remembered that I broke into cold sweat at 11.58 pm because I just didn't want to see 11th January and 12th January at all.
Told them that I had a phobia of this day and they decided to give me a midnight surprise. Truly touched, I was :)
My dearest sweetheart, thank you for the fabulous day. I mean like I had mentioned to you, you are technically a new friend in my life and I can honestly vouch and say that you did more than what is required of a new friend. You had limited contextual knowledge about my own taste and preferences, expectations and so on and yet you truly took it upon yourself to go all out and to make this day really special for me. Thank you so much. You knew how I was feeling about this day and yet, you made my phobia vanished for a moment with your unconditional love. Thank you so much, love. It truly means alot to me. I'm glad I found someone like you. And fret not, the bond will only get stronger.
And I still think you didn't have to spend a BOMB on me ! :(
Hi Chinnamma, my dearest Mom ! It's been 1 year since you left us. The pain is still as fresh as ever. Sometimes I feel that this would be the kind of pain that will never leave my side that easily. Losing you really tore us into pieces. It really did.
I don't even have the courage to look at your angelic face and not cry. The instant your thoughts hit my mind, I get overwhelmed with emotions. Such is your impact in my life.
You never left our sides. I know. I really know that deep down. But not being able to touch you, hear your voice and see your face really hurts alot. The only excruciatingly painful images I have of you is what I saw on 11th, 12 and 13th.
God sends us his angels to look after us and I know I was lucky enough to witness the love of such an angel. Thank you for everything Chinnamma. Like you have taught us, we will continue to soldier on against the odds. The roughest of season may temporarily paralyse our paths but it can never thwart our spirit or end our fight. Just like you, we would be fighters.
Till I meet you again, I love you with all my heart. I know you are there guiding me throughout but when the tough gets going, just remember to give me a hug and spur me on thereafter. With you by my side, I truly worry less. I love you angel. This unspoken words reverberate throughout my entry now but if only it had reverberated the walls then.
My epitome of hardwork, my idol
I've been waiting for 2 fucking years for this day. I personally know that Messi is too overrated and how the entire FIFA federation including its president, Mr Sepp Blatter and UEFA president, Platini have a thing for Messi. Biaseness on a whole new level. Well Messi is good. He is a natural player. A gifted player to be exact but I don't think he had been performing so well to receive the Balon d'Or 4 times in a row. People like Iniesta and Ronaldo deserved it back then. But this time round, I knew that Ronaldo would win it. I just knew. So I stayed up till 3 am to watch the live show. Fear gripped my heart but I kept telling myself that Ronaldo has to win it.
And he did. My CRISTIANO RONALDO - Balon d'Or 2013 winner ! I had already mentioned on my Facebook post that I was going to celebrate his victory as my own because I idolise him and I know the setbacks he faced in a world that embraces subtle biasness and favouritism. So who emerged as the winner ?. Hahaha.
That scrawny boy from Sporting Lisbon came to Old Trafford with alot of dreams and he knew deep down that he would be the best player in the world one day. He had a tough competitor. The world went crazy over him and they conveniently forgot about the person who worked equally as hard to be on par with the one the world thought was the 'best'. Ronaldo was the forgotten man. That scrawny boy toned up his body to prevent himself from falling prey to the unruly attacks from the vicious defenders. He learned how to prevent injuries. He learned how to maximise his athletic prowess. He decided to stop being the big fish in a small pond and decided to enter the competitive foray and became a small fish in a big pond. But he knew that he wasn't going to remain as a small fish which was dominated by a big fish. So he worked as hard as he could. He set himself some goals - people thought they were unrealistic goals but he knew that he would achieve them.

I was waiting to see him lift the Balon d'Or trophy for a very long time and my dream came true. That adrenaline rush itself prevented me from sleeping and yes, I went to work with no or limited sleep.

Yes, people may conveniently claim that he is a 'cry baby'. But well, when you know that this is something you really wanted for a long time and had worked so hard just to achieve it only to know that your dreams were being dashed time and time again and eventually you motivate yourself all over again to try even harder for just one more time and the dream eventually comes true - something that you truly wanted so bad and trust me, at that juncture, you would have no control over that surging emotions. Sometimes you do have to look back at the road you had traveled to know the amount of shit that went behind the scenes and its about time you realise how strong you had been. Now that's when the tears would flow freely. Tears of extreme joy right from your heart. I had this moment in 2006. I know how blissful it may be. Yes it's not comparable to the range of my idol but I know how it may feel. His hardwork and joy was truly evident in the emotional speech he gave right after the win. Yes. Hardwork. He is my epitome of hardwork.
I love you Ronaldo. Thank you so much for making me believe that hardwork triumphs. Your victory is also mine. Thank you so much for being such an awesome role model and idol. I love you so much my home boy !
The Gaze
She was walking past the KFC outlet along the narrow road when something told her to turn around. For a moment, she thought it was the sign from above because she had more reasons to turn around to practically nothing than to set her sight on the path right infront of her.
She made a quick turn and she saw, right before her, the image of a dashing young man. For some strange reasons, her eyes got fixated on his lips. She was taken in by the curvature of his lips. The rosy tinge on his lips were too alluring. Soon, she channeled her gaze to the skin around his lips and she saw his manly stubbles. She knew, she just had to plant a kiss on those sexy lips. One day. Maybe. Not ?.
She bit her lower lips with some raging excitement. Soon she mentally devoured each and every part of his lower midsection of his face and her gaze traveled up his nose bridge and that instant, the magnetic agglutination proved too much for her to bear. Her eyes locked with his and she knew that at that moment, it was just beyond pure magic. A magic only her heart knew of.
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