Friday, January 27, 2006

Wrestling & Soccer

Okay, but no pinching or slapping Erzulie.” But whenever she ended up in a headlock, he knew that her flailing arms would attempt to smack or pull anything she could reach. Clad in a stained dishdasha with a slightly ripped pocket she earlier contributed to, he would playfully charge at her while she shrieked and tried to avoid his grasp. She usually kicked at him, that high, pointy-toed and rather useless move that was only aimed at creating distance between them so she could better her retaliation. Her older sister would pass by and shake her head, “Whay, machinich 15 sena.” But they both laughed it off and continued their match.

Their mother was not very fond of their version of indoor soccer though. Many a times the ball would smash into a frame, vase, or lamp, creating a loud thud. The two would stop, look at one another with the same, antsy, wide-eyed expression. The house was silent. “Shino hatha? Ishkisartaw?” their mother would call out. After inspecting the crime scene, one of the two would yell back, “La walla shay.” But of course, there were always unfortunate incidents, for instance, when one of the wooden, intricately painted bird statues was shot down by a forceful, slightly deflated ball.

Five Christmases later, she walked by the slightly injured bird. She stopped and held the cool, smooth sculpture between her palms. She smiled when she noticed the bird’s somewhat injured beak.

PS I memorized the entire soundtrack. This song really brings back memories. My cousins and I actually acted some parts of it out: the car scene and another clip where we had our hair in rollers. Go figure.

at 9:06 AM


  1. Blogger don_veto posted at 11:53 AM  
    wow, love your music. I am listening to it right now, now where did my hog and leather jacket go ?
  2. Blogger MiYaFuSHi posted at 12:10 AM  
    nice to still be that innocent at 15.
  3. Blogger Erzulie posted at 12:22 AM  
    Don Veto: Heh :P I love that movie :)

    Miyafushi: :)
    And I loved every single minute of it...I think we all have a kid in us who wants to spend a little more time on the jungle gym bars :P
  4. Blogger Homer Al-Simpson posted at 1:16 AM  
    i loved the simplicity of that age...nowadays all we get to wrestle is ourselves, which i might say could cause greater damage
  5. Blogger Erzulie posted at 2:29 AM  
    Homer: Well said. But inner "wrestling" is more gutsy, in my opinion.
  6. Blogger Sedna posted at 4:18 PM  
    Aywa Grease!!! Woohoooo
  7. Blogger Erzulie posted at 10:23 PM  
    Sedna: :)
  8. Blogger Sabri Hakim posted at 10:59 AM  
    how pure
  9. Blogger Erzulie posted at 11:20 AM  
    Sabri Hakim: Yeah well it seems kiddish right now but back then, I really wanted to beat the crap outta my brother...clenched teeth and all :P
  10. Blogger 7tenths posted at 4:15 AM  
    Very intricately written ;) That's a compliment right? :P Ahh, I remember the wrestling days just like they were yesterday.. Wait it was yesterday! Nah just kidding :P But wrestling was such a bad influence! I remember memorizing all those holds: Rick Flair's figure 4 leg-lock, which absolutely did nothing!; the good ol' sharpshooter that was impossible to pull off, even when your opponent co-operated!; & let's not forget the biggest lie of them all, the sleeper holder-the only way one of us was going to sleep was out of boredom! Then Bob Bachlund introduced me to the chicken wing, & I introduced all my aunts to their children in tears! >:)
  11. Blogger Erzulie posted at 7:28 AM  
    7tenths: Lol! I loved the devil face thingi! Well, my moves are a mix between the known trunk slaps, forceful nudging and pushing, and of course, the "ouch I'm hurt" move which guarantees success because your sympathetic opponent lets his guard down to aid you in your injured state only to be recieved by a ... *smack!*

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