Thursday, June 15, 2006
Bah okay so now it's the World Cup. And to those that know me, I KNOW NUTS ABOUT SOCCER EXCEPT A FEW BLOODY PLAYERS.
So my guy friends NEVER talk soccer-language to me, at all. BUT BUT BUT, I think I got influenced by darling Lita from the previous Euros 2 years ago. I still remember we used to hang out at Paulaner's, Zee10 and other places telecasting the Euros, and spend the whole night there. I still remember once we stood outside Wisma like idiots under a drizzling rain and watching the match between Argentina and don't-know-who.
Ever since the Euros, Spain has become my favourite team: prolly 'cause of Casillas, Raul and Morientes, who are superb players. Oh ya, I love the German team too, 'cause of Oliver Kahn.
HECK TWO OF MY FOUR NAMED PLAYERS ARE NOT IN WORLD CUP LA.
Never mind, Spain is gonna win this World Cup I can just feel it. EAT DIRT UKRAINE.
Anyway, to something funny. I was walking along this stretch of road, on my way home from office. And this stretch always has some buggers flying here and there, as well as some goons hanging from threads from the trees.
Yea buggers like this.So I was walking, and I think my nose was stuck or something. So I breathed with my mouth.
I think I was walking and breathing like this. Maybe I was yawning.So yea, open mouth + damn buggers flying/hanging about= bugger in mouth.
My breath smells like fly now.I think it was a fly. Or maybe a spider. Or a dangling caterpillar. Or maybe all at once. I don't really know.
This is how a happy family looks like.So ya, it/they got in and never showed itself again. Maybe the next time I see it/them they'll be pretty brown. But that's not the freaky part, this is: It didn't go straight down my throat. Rather, it/they kinda struggled abit before getting stuck IN my throat. And it/they stayed there all the way while I took a bus ride from Braddell to Seng Kang.Nice hor?
kai-mmunist teachings 9:31 PM
