111209 Thursday

IF WE WERE BORN IN THE TIME OF GLADIATORS, WE WOULDNT MAKE IT AS SOLDIERS

Gladiators. The first thing that comes to mind when you mention this sacred word is a man in its purest form. Forget David Beckham, Brad Pitt and John-Hans. A gladiator like Spartacus is a real authentic man, strong, agile, sculpted and perfect. Often seen as gods, they are worshiped and respected throughout mankind.

This is all in a day's job for a gladiator.

This is what a true gladiator does. Sand between his toes, sun light in his eyes, the chants of the entire stadium, he fights a giant eager to take his life and all these while surrounded by TIGERS that are ready to maul him. Yet, he still is not afraid with death staring him in the eyes. A gladiator is like this.

A gladiator does not do this.

A gladiator does not purposely dress up in the gladiator suit to stand in front of an international crowd while cameras click away only for international distribution. All these in underwear.

A gladiator does not do this.

A gladiator does not pose with happy aunties and smile for pictures while the slaves and Xena warrior princess waves. If this happen in the olden times, we would have been fed to the lions. Caesar himself would commit suicide with an army that consist of soldiers like this.

Nor does a gladiator do this.

A gladiator does not guard the doors of Rome like this. If they did, Caesar would have been raped by Atila the Hun and Cleopatra of Egypt.

Two Saturdays ago, a group of us had a job event in Concorde Hotel. Johnson being our "agent" told us briefly that we had to dress up as gladiators only. Brief it was indeed! Brief for Moo and King's lower region of their body as the suit only covered a quarter of the thigh. Upper side! So you could imagine the amount of exposed skin from that sacred region. To make things worst, my two friends intelligently wore underwear. What a night for the aunties. They probably dont get excited following their corporate husbands to these type of functions, but that particular night, boy was the estrogen level high! King was especially busy with the aunties that came back repeatedly for picture sessions.

If the gladiators of that time in the BC saw this event, I think the spirits would personally awaken in Rome, take the trouble to "fly" over here and literally stab each one of us. I think during those times, these type of soldiers wouldnt make it very far. Either we would have ended up being killed at the army camps for just being too stupid for the likes of Rome or ....

Made into slaves like Juan ! HAHAHAHAHAHA