It all began last week, to be precise it all takes place in jakarta, you know, the fever that every gurl in a relationship has to take in, forcefully. Uh-huh, the soccer fever is what i am referring to. Candidly i say, i aint a big fan of the sport myself, i dont even understand how does it all work, what makes someone a good player, the strategies, the different names of the kick, the rules (why does a guy keep getting a yellow card? how come at one time player fall the opponent get a free kick and the other times he does not?) too confusing. But again and again, when the world cup season starts and i happen to be involved with a male species at that particular time being, i found myself being forced (in a very sweet manner, of course) to watch every match religiously, every night. So lately, that has been my routine in the end of a day: Come home, Make myself a tall glass of capuccino, turn sctv on, call my baby and we watch the matches til 3 or 4.
Well, as i mentioned before, gurls we dont need to understand the game, how the "fur 3/4, menang 1/2" work or whatsoever going on in the game. All i know is i gladly participate in screaming marathon all the way throughout the game, that is when the ball is coming near to the goalie. Well, one perk that i got from watching countless seasons is sightseeing a bunch of damn-sexy-european-and-latino-lookin-hunks. It is much better than watching fashion tv. Come one gurls, what's not to love about a man who looks good in the street and kick ass in the field. I mean, i just have a new favourite, the mexico team, that really is my cup of tea. I hope they make it to the next round though haha.
And well, my fellow taken ladies, may i share a testimonial or two? At first i am so annoyed by the fact that my baby is so addicted to the game, that it becomes his daily bread. But after a while i got into thinking, hey if the game can keep him at home, even on friday and saturday night, man i got to persuade him to love the world cup even more. And you know what, once again, eventhough i dont get what is so seru about the game, i really enjoy the routine that we share together, listening to that guy making silly comments (he's a very terrible commentator!) singing off tune, teriak2 every 2 minutes, pointing out the outfits and rambut bakmie of the african players, i found myself paying more attention and laughing at him other than the games. Call me hopeless romantic, as a matter of fact i am, but it's ordinary small things as such that will bond you even closer huh?
So, seize the moments and endure the seasons while it still lasts my friends. ciao.
Well, as i mentioned before, gurls we dont need to understand the game, how the "fur 3/4, menang 1/2" work or whatsoever going on in the game. All i know is i gladly participate in screaming marathon all the way throughout the game, that is when the ball is coming near to the goalie. Well, one perk that i got from watching countless seasons is sightseeing a bunch of damn-sexy-european-and-latino-lookin-hunks. It is much better than watching fashion tv. Come one gurls, what's not to love about a man who looks good in the street and kick ass in the field. I mean, i just have a new favourite, the mexico team, that really is my cup of tea. I hope they make it to the next round though haha.
And well, my fellow taken ladies, may i share a testimonial or two? At first i am so annoyed by the fact that my baby is so addicted to the game, that it becomes his daily bread. But after a while i got into thinking, hey if the game can keep him at home, even on friday and saturday night, man i got to persuade him to love the world cup even more. And you know what, once again, eventhough i dont get what is so seru about the game, i really enjoy the routine that we share together, listening to that guy making silly comments (he's a very terrible commentator!) singing off tune, teriak2 every 2 minutes, pointing out the outfits and rambut bakmie of the african players, i found myself paying more attention and laughing at him other than the games. Call me hopeless romantic, as a matter of fact i am, but it's ordinary small things as such that will bond you even closer huh?
So, seize the moments and endure the seasons while it still lasts my friends. ciao.
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