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confessions of a convert.


July 07, 2006

for some reason, my sister's constant ramblings, elaine and hamza's excitement for this years world cup had me check football out. i remember getting solar sports complete schedule of the games, my heart suprisingly leapt. i made a copy and gave it to my sister.

when we went to bankok,the fever was on. it was elim then (forgive me if i dont know all the terminologies in football, as ive said, im a fresh convert) and people were tuned in to fifa day in, day out, may it be in hotel lobbies or night market bars. the only thing i knew then was that Beckham was uber hot and that Brazil was the team to beat. and yet i catch myself cranning my neck in the looby or the big screens the thai's put up around the metro for a glimpse of the games.

late at night when we're done drinking, i go back to my room and lull myself to sleep with the thundering shouts and gasps of the crowd who were fortunate enough to watch the games live.

it was addicting. more than i thought it would be. i feel like im betraying my first love. but basketball in our country was starting to lose its spark for me. and of course after the heartbreak of my teams not making it to the NBA Finals, and my bet, crumbling under wade and shaq's huge..feet...i had to look for another sport to excite me

lo and behold, i got acquainted with FIFA. i remember trying out for our school's soccer team when i was in grade 6. i kicked the ball directly to some girl's face, and it felt good. (hahahahahaha! demonyo) but then i had to quit coz my mom said the bone fracture i had when i was small might severe by right leg and soccer is the perfect sport to break an already weakened leg bone. so my dreams of playing soccer ended.

but then, today, its slowly returning. im not really an expert on the terms, the rules, the clubs and even most of the players



( i tend to remember only the names of the cute ones hahahahahaha! KAKA I HEART YOU! ) but i feel helpless and sad when i know i wont get to watch a game, especially when its Brazil or England.

Could i really love 2 very different sports at the same time with the same madness? well, at least it's sports, not men. i think that would be more complicated, and believe me i know.

maybe i am really just a sports junky. that it doesnt matter if its basketball, or football, or tennis or chess. everything and anything about sports just gives me a high. i wish i could be good at everything but of course i cant be. and being an expectator still has its up sides, one being that i wont have to endure other people's sweat and sometimes even spit as i play side by side with them hehehehehe!

FIFA Finals on Sunday, 3am. i will be up to watch.

GO ZIDANE!!! (at first i thought it was 'zi-dayn' only to be corrected, 'zi-dun' pala. hehehehe! i told you, i dont know much...but alavet!!)

& our love goes round and round; 7/07/2006 02:42:00 PM
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so you wont have a hard time buying gifts for me this christmas, here's my long list: (i know, ang aga)

1. Macbook
2. DSLR Camera
3. Diving Equip (in this order: mask, snorkel, fins, wetsuit, regulator, BCD, tank)
4. Dive trip (tubataha or kota k or apo reef or palau...keri na hehe)
5. Shopping spree at Ross/Home depot/Target
6. shoes, any kind with heels not higher than 2" (im 7 1/2)
7. my first ever havaianas (brazzziiiilllll)
8. a beanbag or a cool comfy chair
9. flat screen TV, hehe.
10. a year supply of booze (if beer, RH lang pls)
11. Art materials (any medium, from crayons and coloring books to canvass and acrylics)
12. Drumset or Kahon. (wlang pilosopo)
13. Oven. i want to bake.
14. punching bag and gloves
15. a leather basketball.


Of course, Money is always the best. that way you know i will get what i really want.

And look at it this way, if you give me any of my top 5, i can consider that as an early bday gift as well. hehe :)

Pa-Fedex nalang ah, PM me for my address hehehehe! thanks dear santa clauses!

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still the same ciara, just with more work and longer messier hair. ah and yes, a certified diver now, not that i have the time and money to dive anyway. maybe by november/december/january soon.

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