I’m at a crossroads.
I’ve been invited to try out Boccia (pronounced BOCH-a) - a lawn bowl version for athletes with disability- by the game’s top official, and insisted I give it a shot because she wanted me to be in the team so much.
But after witnessing a few times how the game is played, I find it a little too unexciting for my liking.
I can always say no but here’s the tricky part; if I made the team, its not for Rumah Hijau or some shit but the National’s, no less. Its my only chance ever to represent the country, even if its just Boccia.
And the most tempting factor is the competitions the team will be involved in, beginning with Asia Paragames next year, which will be held in Tokyo.
Yes, this is Japan we’re talking about man, J-E-P-U-N, Japan!
Japan has always been my dream destination. Its not just about the upskirt but its rich tradition and culture that attracts me the most.
So if I can get over the game’s dullness, I might stand a chance of getting a free ride all the way up there, courtesy of MSN and you folks (Taxpayers), and enjoy the trip.
I think I’m going ahead with it. For Japan’s sake, I believe I can handle all the monotonous training routine, the second step towards seeing my dream of setting my wheels on the sun rising land materialised.
The first step is of course to take up the offer and learn all about the game’s trade as soon as possible.
But then again...maybe after Raya.