nice day.

the one about world cup (part 2)

Ok let's see.

The World Cup Finals are like later. And I'm not really hyped up or getting emo ripping my hair out or anything. Or doing shit like colouring my face or some weird stuff like that.

Well, I ain't really crazy about soccer in the first place. And this World Cup just simply means that there are less people in town fighting with me over discounts in the Singapore Sale. Ok, a small part of that was bullshit but you get the point. The idea is there.

In fact I was never a fan of soccer. I would be better off just catching goal replays on the evening news. I can never understand what the hell is an offside and people just look bewildered when I ask them like I should know already duh.

I never owned a soccer jersey and will never want to own one. Unless it's free. Even then, I wouldn't wear it to save my life because wearing soccer jerseys out is so fucking cheesy and I can't explain why. Oh boy, it does make a BIG fashion statement though. WOW.

On a fairer note, soccer does have its exciting moments though. I can't deny. And the World Cup does work its magic in some ways. Am I catching the Finals later?

Hell yeah.

God give me strength to actually last through the match. Well so I can tell people I at least managed to watch one match of this World Cup in its entirety. Please.

I tried to watch the 2 semis on Channel 5, telling myself to pull through, but all I managed is to fail miserably. Drifting in and out of sleep, I think I watched a grand total of slightly less than 30 minutes of football...for both of the matches.

For the Italy/Germany match, I woke up at about 520am ready to go to camp. I was like..ok they are still playing. Extra time seemed to be almost over and I thought maybe if I bathe fast enough I can still catch the penalties before I leave the house. After that, I come out of the loo to see Ballack crying on international television. Oh ok.

After all that drifting in and out of sleep and trying badly and futilely to stay awake, I miss the climax because I went to use the loo for slightly more than 5 minutes. Amazing timing.

Oh yah. Another testament to the sheer influence and inspiration of the World Cup. My parents actually asked me if I was watching the finals later. Woohoo, sensational!

I hope Italy wins. Because I feel I can connect more with Italy's captain, who is about my height.

posted by weihao @ 10:47 PM