June 10, 2010

Here we go, shawty.

It's so near, that you can tell nothing else matters.
That you can touch, feel & taste it.








Well, that's what the television says.
FIFA Worldcup is here.
This is the time people.

Boys, hold on to your seats.
Girls, hold on to yourself.
Because this is the time where you have to deal with your boyfriends ramblings on who scored who, and who won over who. This is the moment where they REALLY won't listen to what we are saying and what are we complaining about.

Texts that says;
"I miss you"
it would be,
"Baby, Espana lawan esok."

Texts that says;
"Baby, have you had your dinner?"
they would be,
"Oh, i dekat mamak with my friends tgh tgk Worldcup."

Texts that says;
"B, im sleepy, sing me to sleep."
they're now,
"B, FRANCE SCOREDDDD!"

Texts that says;
"I love you, baby"
it's now,
"OMG, i loved the matched last night, best gile"

No really I am thankful that I do not have a boyf now.
Have fun girls, remember, control yourselves.
Boys will be boys, clueless as ever. (;

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