whoo boy.
when was the last time i actually watched a match? haha. epl, euro, whatever. it's been too long. i've been spending a lot of time watching weird things on tv lately-- whether hbo or my sister's insane craze for deathnote (and, just so you know, i'm a fan of L. you've got to adore the dude) and, since my dad and i ended up not going for the contender finals (ostensibly because i had to do work. eeeps) random ifl matches. er. but please. whatever was going on in ifl somehow simply didn'/t have the muted murderous grace of muay thai, so it was a poor, poor substitute.
Then of course there was the man u arsenal match. :):) man of the match! hargreaves! at least it wasn't the oh-so-predictable ronaldo.
sigh. anything to keep from doing work, hmms. anyway friday i played a futsal match i somehow got roped into by default-- de facto? got bronze!-- but only because the year 4s didn't show. haha. it's been a long time since i actually played-- and oh man all of a sudden i felt all over again why i ALWAYS looked forward to pe lessons in dhs. hehehe. and WHY i was always the one dashing all over the field, and why when we played interclass i always ended up as the chionger. hahaha. whatever the heck that is. :):) and it was the same old feeling-- that mcgriddles-esque indescribability of hearing someone say "watch the red one" (of all things i was wearing an oh-shoot-me-now red jersey), the same way we used to mark people in sec sch by saying watch the one with the shoes, watch the one with the hair, watch the attacker, etc.
lost 1-0 to year 2s and 2-0 to year 3s, who had this awesome awesome goalkeep/player who used to play for a women's league back in arizona. she was so. good. haha. if we nominated women of the match-es she'd get my vote-- and for year 2s, it would have been the diva la futbol girl. isty? she was awesome too! ahhhh i WANT TO PLAY. my wishlist now includes a football-- among 7 other random things hehe.
was so burnt after the whole day ebcause i stayed out in the sun to watch the guys' matches. but the burn is good-- sort of. it's disguising the bruises i have all over, although my tuition kid did point out the one streaking my cheek. it looks like i put on blue-black-bronzer. hehe. but ye gods i seriously have bruises from forearm to ankle to calf to face to thigh. what happened?? did i get mugged and forget about it?!
i totally have this to admit, too-- guys who play soccer are just so incredibly hot. it doesn';t matter what kind of shit playacting ronaldo puts up, or how much i hate his utter lack of gamesmanship, when he gets the ball and his feet dance that magical tango over it-- gods, that is almost enough to make me forgive the bastard for being a bastard. almost. he and rooney are the ones who turned me off man u in the first place.
but still. it's a beautiful game :)
after the games on friday went for dinner at brussels sprouts (treat!) haha. my portobello cream pasta was extra yummy, my beer battered onion rings a tad too oily but holy guacamole the amount of onion in there! and my virgin mary didn't bite back as much as i'd have liked it to but oh wells. a good night :) (and probably a significant indicator of the amount of work to be done for the girls' run hahaha) hj fetched me home after that, where i returned to discover that in my absence my mum had nearly burnt the entire house done and my dad had to break out the fire extinguisher AND my everlast bag was covered with carbon dioxide foam-turned-wax. hahaha. reached home just in time to miss ALL the cleaning up. heh.
alright. back to mugging, in hugger-mugger (yes, hamlet is running through my head, for no good reason).
joga bonita