Comeback Kid

I find myself walking around a conference hall rocking out and bobbing my head as i listen to my ipod. The song thats currently playing is not a familiar tune in my music vocabulary. An intern comes up to me asking for a chart of a certain patient. I did not hear what he said but i got the message by reading his lips. Unsure about the exact name of the patient i take of my earphones. To my surpirse, i am left deaf by the music that is oddly still playing despite having the earphones out of my ears. I start panicing and i apologize to the intern saying that i have lost my sense of hearing… I close my eyes and i tell myself to snap out of it.

I wake up from my dream. I find myself in the mezzanine of MICU my earphones still in my ears with same song frm my dream playing from my iphone. Still caught in a state of panic, i quickly remove them to check on my hearing—its still there. I check to see what song was playing on my iphone and i showed “Barcelona - Wake Up”

I was like… Whoa.

A great goal that is. During practice yesterday, on the attack, I was playing left wing. A pass from the center left me free to score. It was just me and the goal and time was on my side. I take my time, pace myself right and let my trusty left foot do what its used to do. Sadly, the ball went over the cross bar. Too strong, too high. What a waste. half a second after, out of the blue, LOUD THUNDER. Imagine if I managed to hit the back of the net. It would have been godly.

I’m happy that F. Alonso grabbed pole position yesterday. But what makes me really weak on the knees is knowing that on 2 and 3 place are Seb Vettel and Louis Hamilton. Its gonna be war. I hope the Ferrari doesn’t bog down just so I get a good show tonight. 

Dear Lord Almighty, Diving Driving God void of mistakes, Thank you for this opportunity. Keep me safe as break the speed limit. Grant my car haste as I push it to its very edge. Protect my car from any mechanical failures, engine blowouts and unwanted collisions. Bless me with clear roads and spare me from trials in the forms of devilish acts of stupidity and naive drivers who think they got shit on me. It is only through driving ridiculously fast that I become one with you and by doing so, I glorify thy name. This I ask in Ayrton Senna’s name. Vroom. May boost be with you.