I'd pick naked chefs over naked soccer players anytime.
yesterday I had Mat come over to cook a decent meal for me. I mean, everybody knows I can barely light a fire and because of my fear of everything that can possibly burst into flames, I have rendered myself fully incapable of cooking, therefore incapable of helping my boyfriend while he impressively whipped up a storm in my kitchen. and the lesson I learnt?
there is nothing hotter than a hot young man standing infront of a frying pan and holding a spatula(???), eyebrows furrowed, deep in concentration. he looked so good I almost spilled some of my Ribena (oh I made myself useful by making us drinks and Ribena was the easiest).
so for abt an hour he worked his magic not only around me, but apparently around the kitchen as well. the credits will all go to him- Rizan and I managed to have a pretty decent dinner of fish tempura, turkey ham and cheesa pizza, and some potato thing that tasted suspiciously like the Deli Potato from Delifrance. my boyfriend is so talented! oh and for dessert I contributed by buying ice-cream. sigh.
later last night we left my house and had supper at Makansutra. I know, I know, dinner wasn't enough and because I promised him one soccer match I had to drink some coffee for the France-Germany-orwasitItalyorPortugal game at 2.50 in the morning. the plan was to watch Zoolander at Plaza Singapura at 1230, wait for time to pass before heading back to my place so we can lepak and watch soccer in private.
my take on the sport? there will never be another time where I watch a game solely for the good-looking players. oh I have never had any inclinations towards soccer. I don't get the game, and like all air-headed girls I have no idea why offsides are so necessary. so throughout the entire match I was pretending to sound really knowledgeable, swearing here and there to any random footballer. 'how can he do that to us!' as if anyone would be dumb enough to make me part of their team.
anyway at the end of the day/night/whatever, I guess I really appreciate Rizan for being there for me. and if I have to watch some crummy match to make up for all the crap I did to him, I'd do it again. finals darling?