I’ve always watched FIFA World Cup since 2002. Back then it was nothing more than to be abreast with current happenings, to be part of the hype, to not be left out. Then, university and Mr. P happened to me, with that a whole new light on football. I was involved in organizing tournaments (my dad was ever so proud)!!! Football became slightly more natural, like I didn’t have to try hard, like it became honestly something I was rather intrigued by. Later still, Mr. P became yet even closer to me and he was a footballer. I was there, all the way through his important games in varsity, like a loyal partner. He carried one of my bags with his boots, his shorts and his jersey in it. He always talked about his games afterwards and described in full detail to me; like I was his one die-hard fan whom always had room for the 100th mention of a fault he did not commit, of a goal he was celebrated over... He always had sports injuries which I helped nurse and always had muscle aches which i religiously tended to.
*slaps oneself back to reality*
A wise saying goes, “the mind is like a monkey, always thrusting itself from one branch to the other”.
*second slap*
Ok, the second slap was for a mosquito on my face but anyway, football became something I grew fond of if not crazy over and yes, it was thanks to Mr. P. I, obviously fell in love with everything about him… Then, the 2010 FIFA Football World Cup comes along and I start watching in anticipation only to realize something I have been so oblivious about all these years.
*shakes head in disbelief, knocks forehead, rolls eyes*
WHAT ELSE???? EYE-CANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hunks; men; good physique; GORGEOUS FOOTBALLERS!!! Sweating, in jerseys, tall, dark, sexy, well-defined chests, and muscular calves, nice tight ass… OOOFFFF!!!!!!!!!!! Did i mention they're in jerseys??? In wet jeee....rrrrr.....ssssseee....yyyyysssss......
*bites lips, drools, palpitations almost*
How could I have been so oblivious!!! I know bloody hell what hides under those similar jerseys, I have seen it!!! And all gay men out there, if you could watch football please do cause you are missing out on so much eye-candy. And better still if you have slept with a footballer… It just takes the entire experience up a notch.
*drools, dreamy looks*
I suddenly miss Mr. P and I must admit there’s a huge truth I have been hiding from Cookies and Cakes. Ok, well maybe not that huge, maybe not even significant but I really wonder how he’d react. I know he has had always let me run my life, giving advice in his own customized sort of way to make me re-think many decisions that I have come to either thank him afterwards, or regret myself for having not taken his so-called two-cent worth of opinions.
Leaving football aside we move on to another recent revelation. A business plan my aunt signed up for and now has me in it. Found out that Stylish Mistress’s partner, Mr. Kickass Critter and his wife, Mrs. Ugly Critter (yes, u read right, Stylish Mistress is indeed what I have decided to call her) are involved in the same business!!! After the entire racket Kickass Critter has thrown I only pray our paths do not cross, not even by chance. My hand might just slip some diarrheal-inducing drug into his beverage.
~note to self, carry some amoxicillin in my hideous pouch next time round~
The business offers; like its many other counterparts; a promise of big returns and fruitful, labour-free (or rather labour LESSer) days. Some of these people have actually quit their day jobs and have fully devoted their time to this particular “skim mesti kaya” as one of the “leaders” (leaders, oh God, *shakes head*, let them dwell in being put on a pedestal; although I must admit the fact that they make RM 5-6k a month does make my mind go all ways to think of the list of purchases I’d love to make with that much excess “ka-ching” $$$)put it.
A wise saying goes, “the mind is like a monkey.................. Oh wait, i mentioned that already.
Not the ever so tactful "leader(s)", having acquired language command they deem fit to address anyone approachable; these lot are one of those people I like to call opportunists. Definitely not judging them, but they are those people who lack creativity, a certain group of 'visionaries' whom try so hard to be street smart and most always tend to find the right contacts, possess passably made up exterior, and with some polishing manage to come across somewhat intelligent, only to still be nothing more than mediocre. They almost always have a university degree and in an effort to impress people often nonchalantly mention their accreditation to potential clients. The meeting; although introduced a fantastic idea called “webucation”; was nothing more than second-rate to me. Second rate because #1 the people presenting these ideas seem to think that the audience are all oblivious to this idea, #2, the idea itself was nothing new to me, although the fact that it has been turned into a business opportunity is; as much as it was stimulating, was so predictable of my home-land people (predominantly; no offence to those who beg to differ). Again, none of this should be made out to be mocking the idea or those running it; their sky-high aspirations and limitless efforts to approach economical autonomy are definitely noteworthy. Which is the sole reason I am giving this whole mumbo-jumbo a shot; I want some “ka-ching”!!!
France oh France, was one goal too much to ask!!!
I love France’s Thierry Henry, Nicolas Anelka.
*drools*
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