Bon anniversaire Xindi

First and foremost...Happy Birthday to my sis who's celebrating her 15th year on earth...she's been such a great sis...if only she would start dressing less bimboly and stop taking the TV off me during the NBA playoffs...oh well...love you sis and enjoy your 15th birthday.

Ooo...I've been attending French class and it's been great!such a pity that i'll have to take a temporary break and continue around July...due to a horribly scheduled College timetable...F*** UTAR!(sorry....).

What a pity...I actually saw some1 I tot I would want to know better in class...too bad...

French is tough.Imagine this...in English...we have masculine and feminine terms for people and animals only but in French...it has a difference for everything!For example...a male Malaysian is a Malaisien but a female Malaysian is a malaisienne....gosh...it's also applicable to verbs too...my goodness....but I love every bits of it...hey..there's a reason why people call this the language of love...it's so sophisticated and it's such a wonderful chocolate to the ears...I can spend an afternoon fantasizing her making vows to me in French.....

By the way...since the WOrld Cup is only 15 days away...It'll be rather wasteful if I hadn't give my two cents on it.

Alright...the World Cup season...a season where Guys would skip sex just to make sure they stay awake for a match..and where women would fake an orgasm just to make sure their man wouldn't be shouting "ROOOOOOOOOOney" in bed.

So why is the WC so appealing to guys that for once in their life...the satisfaction of an orgasm simply doesn't cut it...that mature adults would take sick leaves just to watch their favourite team get thrashed by Brazil(peeps...aren't you tired of watching them win it again...go England!)Basically...football to guys is just like shopping to women..it's simply irresistable and don't ever ask why...I'll wager everything I have to tell you that there wouldn't be a definite answer to that question.

Whether you're watching it with your sinfully fattening Nachos or are you lifting weight while watching the likes of C Ronaldo or Michael Owen...ultimately our hunger for the beautiful game is fueled by the fantasy we all have...the one that doesn't involve Angelina Jolie nor Jessica Alba nor Eva Longoria(personally I love Meredith from Grey's Anatomy...she's like the best thing on Tv ever).

What i'm talking is the fantasy where I'm being watched by millions over the world with the number 10 printed on the back of my red jersey...where the burger loving dud would toss his Quarter Pounder in celebration and Mahathir would die of a stroke celebrating the very moment I kick a Nike ball football pass Petr Cech.

Merci.Au revoir.