Human nature can be so weired at times - it's funny how you can never see things from other people's perspective even when they try to tell it to you upteenth times and on many an occasion. It's one of those "chekik darah" (frustrating) moments that just makes you want to grab a person by the shoulders and shake them while yelling "Wake up you idiot!"

I call it blind perspective. And I'll also willingly admit that I'm one of those idiots who suffers from it too. But what exactly got me here? Ahhh...have you ever been caught in one of those crazy moments where someone just came into your life and you just fancied the crap out of them? To you, it was like, woa - dude! I don't know how to explain this but it was a sudden - like woa everything looked good, I like! Oh and before I carry on...to the peanut gallery: I was not in love. Infatuated, yes. In lust - well perhaps but the big L? No.

Ok, so while you were busy going woa and kind of drooling, your friends are divided about the whole thing. You have one party that is all Yeah! Go for it! and another party who is an anomaly. Why? Because this other party is made up of people who have the benefits of being long-term buds and some who have not met each other before, some who are not even in Singapore....and yet, they have all somehow come to the same conclusion. Are you mad?????!!!!!! Objection!!! NO! NO! NO!

Harsh words indeed, from the Judging Panel. I swear, I have never see so many eyeballs pop out and shrill voices of shock since Michael Douglas decided to bare his saggy ass in Basic Instinct. Haiz...what is a girl to do? Apparently, the girl just ignored the Panel for the longest time and pretended that everything was fine. She went out and did whatever she was supposed to do to satisfy that curiosity. Of course, during this time she found out a few more things about that oh-so-wonderful crush; some good and some not so stellar.

And then, and then - one day - out of nowhere this thing just ups and bites her in the ass. I don't know what came over me - could be the excercise, the tiredness, the sudden influx of common sense...I don't know. All I know is that I just took one good look at the guy and it was like - What was I thinking?! Wait...I think the Panel may have something there after all...Holey Moley...

So members of the Panel - your humble servant bows down to your greater wisdom and knowledge. All I ask is that you don't gloat - too much. Yeah, so it is somewhat painful to hear so many people stand on the same side at once but I will not ask for less. It is as amusing as it is sad but geez guys...One day, I will have to introduce you all to each other. You'll have a blast!

Seeing the light also comes in the form of work and things seem to be working on a smoother level now. So I freaked out initially and eveything just went to hell all at once but things are starting to look better now and I think I just may be able to make it after all :o)

I love the World Cup. Even back when I didn't know what the heck it was all about...I mean, hallo you have like 22 men chasing a little ball on a pitch! What did the ball do to deserve that? Heh...

Anyways...I learnt to appreciate the beautiful game back during the good old Road to Wembley days where grandpa, dad and my uncles got together to scream, yell and create one hell of a ruckus. Then in school we GOT to play the game and learn about the rules and the system, the lines...it's pretty simple, yet complex at the same time. And then there was the boyfriend who was always there for the half-time shows ;o) So what's the point of my blog?

Today it's a rant. Ok, so the World Cup, like the Olympics happens once in every four years. Increasingly, women are getting into the heat of things and finally appreciating the game. It's refreshing that you can now talk to a woman who can discuss the game as intelligently as the dudes...awesome! And a little freaky at times because I've recently discovered that some of my guy friends are not into the game as I am...it's an amusing role reversal of sorts but at least I'm no longer a freak of nature. And yea, there will always be women out there who watch the game purely to oogle the gorgeous guys on the pitch. The ones who say otherwise are liars, all liars!

What is really annoying is when women who claim not to watch the game at all suddenly start to talk about it like the greatest thing since sliced bread...they suddenly become the armchair experts on how far the goal was and whether the goal was on-side or offside, or when a yellow card is valid. WHAT THE FUCK is that all about? I've seen a few winners who've done this and it's one of the most pathetic attempts at drawing attention to yourself ever. Granted that at times it is a ploy to get that cute guy to notice you but it is quite lame when you cannot hold a decent conversation and come off sounding like an airhead. And ya, while we may feel that men in general can be a little obtuse at times - they have a brain too and can spot a bullshitter when they see one.

Football is not brain surgery - any dumbass can talk the good talk. But can you put up a convincing argument? If you claim not to like the game - why is it that you feel compelled to pretend that you do? Or that you are suddenly an authority? To pick up the cute guy? Bimbo!

But Witchy, what about the women who say that they watch the game to oogle then men? In my opinion - and god know's I'm full of them - these are the more honest women. Why? Because while confessing that you watch the game to check out the guys may make you appear to be bimbotic, at least you are honest. You don't pretend to like the game or profess to know what it's all about...you are just there to appreciate God's creations. Dammit - even I do that! I can actually see my 2007 calendar now...Mmmm ;o)

Tonight the game climaxes with the game between Italy and France. One is a team that I've been supporting since Italia'90 and the other is a team that has gained my grudging respect for having that touch of necessary magic at the right time. For me it's simple - I am rooting for the team that I've stuck with through all this fucking shit (thank you Axl Rose - I've always wanted to use that line!). I love the game for what it is. And yes, I am one of those weird people that you see in pubs screaming and shouting like a nut when my team scores and swearing a blue streak when they are fouled. It's the best way ever to watch a game! I don't claim to know anything and everything about it but it's something that my buds and I enjoy.

And to all those opposed...Hmm...well...

Witchy-ism of the day

When ordering drinks at the bubble tea stall, remember not to tell the vendor - one almond milk tea, no almonds please.

That will guarantee you a blank look and most probably a future visit to the 'Hougang resort'....What's next? Chicken rice without the rice?

Blurry Monday indeedy

No matter how iffy things can get in life, you know that you're in a good place when:

• You have friends who can criticize, bicker and argue with you - and you can see all sides of the story before making up your own mind
• You feel comfortable sitting at the bar by yourself and chatting with newfound friends
• You can get shamelessly caught up in World Cup fever and sweep your buds up in it too :o)
• It's been quite a rough time but there's always someone there to talk things through and help sort out your head
• You meet up with a close friend that you haven't seen in yonks and it's as though you only spoke yesterday
• You know of the challenges that you have to face and you won't back down
• You re-discover IMAX and it ROCKS! Go catch Superman Returns in IMAX guys!
• Your favourite bartender makes a you a drink that literally has your name ON it...

So, nothing's been perfect and smooth sailing these past couple of weeks. I've been moody and rather down and it's been trying. I've been listening to the song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol and it makes me wonder...I love the line that says, "If I lay here, if I just lay here...will you lie with me and just forget the world?"

In all honesty, when things got interesting I wanted to really, really just cut things off and leave. Just walk away...or rather run of screaming into the sunset... that shocked the the crap out of me. True, toughing things out has always be bruising but I felt at a complete loss when faced with these new feelings. The good thing that came out of all this drama is that I've got great people around me - and even have the most unlikely person of them all, come through to lend a helping hand or ear. And in some cases...some harsh words.

Thank you all! I'm ok...a little bloody and battle-worn but I will definately bounce back. You'll see.