My battle with a coconut
so there I was, quietly(okay maybe not so quietly) watching the Japan vs. Croatia game.. when I suddenly had a craving for coconut. Don't ask me why, I just did.. I was thirsty I was "kanchiong"(about the match) I was craving. So during halftime, I took the opportunity, tore myself away from the tv n off I went to find myself a coconut
and...... I fount a coconut! From where u ask? I have a coconut tree in my backyard.. every now and then, I climb up and pluck myself a coconut.. no, not really.. actually, the coconut tree's in the sorta-forest next to my house, and I don't climb up, my friendly neighbourhood monkeys do, and sometimes if I'm lucky, I get to see them kill dogs with coconuts.. no, not really.. okay, truth is, my parents buy coconuts from Sunday market every weekend to store in the fridge, oh how totally boring and anti-climaxing, but mmmmmmm, sunday market sells good fresh tasty coconuts, *smacks lips* so anyway, I took out a coconut and placed it on my kitchen table.. I took out a knife, placed it next to the coconut, carefully positioned the coconut for slaughtering, and........ stared at it, yes for a full 5 minutes I sat there and stared at it.. would've been longer if the 2nd half of the football match hadn't started at that moment. 45 minutes and one last half of a football match later, I came back to the kitchen table and looked at the coconut again. Okay, I've seen my parents do this at least 10 times, and it seemed so easy for them everytime. How hard could it be? I'm pretty sure I can do it too.. yes I'm confident! So I picked up the knife, and started aimlessly hacking at the coconut........ half an hour later, I was still hacking. Oh my goodness it was so not easy! My hands, my poor aching hands. And there was no turning back since I pretty much scarred the coconut so much no amount of covering up would've helped (If I were to put it back in that state, my parents would wake up the next morning and they will KNOW that I attempted to fight the coconut and failed.. yes I do have pride you know.. and I must not let them know how much they pamper me=D) About 45 minutes of hacking and sweating later, I finally finally FINALLY managed to cut it open. How proud was I! The amount of time it takes for Argentina to score 3 goals against Serbia and Montenegro is the amount of time it took me to hack my first coconut open! And, not to mention, I have a battle scar. I managed to scrape myself with the knife.. unlike normal people who cut themselves with knives, I scraped myself. Something I'm extremely proud of 'cause it takes more skill to scrape oneself with a knife than to cut oneself. Here I am now, with a cold cup of coconut water + flesh, and a long painful (itchy!) scratch down the back of my index finger. I have coconut, my nerves are stable, my skin is yet to be cleaned from the knife... I am happy =D see the happy grin Brazil vs Australia starts.. NOW! off i zoom!
