World Cup FEVER!
Sunday, June 11, 2006
The crowd is restless, high on adrenaline and pushed to the edge of frenzy excitement. The players are vicious; in both skill and the drive to win (the non-too-subtle dirty plays, eh?). The goalkeepers are so determined they dive face first after the incoming football approaching at comet-like speed and hang on to it while embracing it in a protective, fetal position cocoon. So much so you could mistake the football for their own jewels as they desperately hang on like the very continual survival of the human race depended on it. Salute! ;)
Don't really expect anything but "GOAL!" and/or a mouthful of profanity since I've jumped on the merry bandwagon of borderlining a football hooligan as the hectic, giddy buzz of the World Cup tournaments rumble onto my TV screen at the wee hours in the morning.
The only thing less exciting and horribly uninspiring during football matches are the OSIM ads. Or rather, the one OSIM ad that's not entirely arousing but particularly disturbing being shown over and over... and over again. Really, iGallop? OSIM might as well be trying to sell a sybian masquerading as a "Core and Abs Exerciser" for the whole family.
In all honesty, I've actually sat on one of those before... and I'm referring to the OSIM iGallop, not the sybian ;) The promoter sat me side-saddled on one of those contraptions (which, quite frankly takes the term "grinding at inanimate objects" to new heights) while chatting me up. Thirty minutes, one interesting conversation and a graceful dismount later, the only thing that got a work out was my stiff backbone as I tried to keep a proper posture while attempting to keep my body from flailing about too much and to NOT fall off the iGallop like a clumsy twat.
Needless to say, I didn't buy that poor excuse for a sybian/horse/exercise machine.
I do not need a machine that bounces me up and down which ultimately just looks like I'm trying relentlessly hard to seduce the empty, sweaty air in the room around me and be oh-so-naughty and intimate with my exercise equipment. But I digress.
Actually, I really don't know why I'm still blogging.
Back to World Cup xD For the record, England didn't deserve that goal. Suck it up you England fans, that match was intensely rotten :P
Can't wait for tomorrow's match: Japan vs. Australia! However, I think I may just cry when Japan goes up against Brazil.
The crowd is restless, high on adrenaline and pushed to the edge of frenzy excitement. The players are vicious; in both skill and the drive to win (the non-too-subtle dirty plays, eh?). The goalkeepers are so determined they dive face first after the incoming football approaching at comet-like speed and hang on to it while embracing it in a protective, fetal position cocoon. So much so you could mistake the football for their own jewels as they desperately hang on like the very continual survival of the human race depended on it. Salute! ;)
Don't really expect anything but "GOAL!" and/or a mouthful of profanity since I've jumped on the merry bandwagon of borderlining a football hooligan as the hectic, giddy buzz of the World Cup tournaments rumble onto my TV screen at the wee hours in the morning.
The only thing less exciting and horribly uninspiring during football matches are the OSIM ads. Or rather, the one OSIM ad that's not entirely arousing but particularly disturbing being shown over and over... and over again. Really, iGallop? OSIM might as well be trying to sell a sybian masquerading as a "Core and Abs Exerciser" for the whole family.
In all honesty, I've actually sat on one of those before... and I'm referring to the OSIM iGallop, not the sybian ;) The promoter sat me side-saddled on one of those contraptions (which, quite frankly takes the term "grinding at inanimate objects" to new heights) while chatting me up. Thirty minutes, one interesting conversation and a graceful dismount later, the only thing that got a work out was my stiff backbone as I tried to keep a proper posture while attempting to keep my body from flailing about too much and to NOT fall off the iGallop like a clumsy twat.
Needless to say, I didn't buy that poor excuse for a sybian/horse/exercise machine.
I do not need a machine that bounces me up and down which ultimately just looks like I'm trying relentlessly hard to seduce the empty, sweaty air in the room around me and be oh-so-naughty and intimate with my exercise equipment. But I digress.
Actually, I really don't know why I'm still blogging.
Back to World Cup xD For the record, England didn't deserve that goal. Suck it up you England fans, that match was intensely rotten :P
Can't wait for tomorrow's match: Japan vs. Australia! However, I think I may just cry when Japan goes up against Brazil.
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Sean Sean Tan;
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