It was all very spur of the moment…a dinner affair that was hastily put together while Jack and I chatted about our love
I was looking like
Vin Sen couldn’t make it cause he has to conduct
While Chatboy prodded my piece (commented that it was very unresponsive) and exhorted me to touch his thingy … Simon dreamed about freshly caught fish steamed to perfection. The love-sick Jack played
Dun ask me how, but the topic suddenly changed to FUTSAL (WTF?)…I wiki’ed it at home and found out (to my dismay) that I have apparently agreed to play some kind of “small-scale football”. (I was in Primary 3 the last time I played…but was kicked off the team for throwing the ball “like a girl”…so my football career ended before it even started … luckily …)
I am the designated Watergirl, or as Jack so subtly put it, “The Water Bitch!” … yes, I’m hopeful that I’ll get to play, and kick some balls … preferably his. So if you guys reading this are itching (to put on your very short shorts) to join our new Futsal team, please contact any of us for more details. We hope to get the balls rolling very soon … (insert eye-roll if you think this is too corny)
(This post is for Alan…and everyone else who miss my silly
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