SPAIN!!! SPAAAAAIIIINNNNN!!!!!!!

Ah, perhaps my life is simply one big corny joke of cold proportions.

Yes, from this easy line, one can glean that this post will be about the weather. That. And many many philosophical ideals that my dear fingers can dish out according to my stifling stamina. Note how place two words that cannot possibly be placed together, will initiate a thought process of "wat the" and "huh?"

Ok. The weather. It's cold. Gorramn cold. 3 layers nowadays is hardly enuff. Only these latent pounds of fat that surround me protect my beautiful form from freezing. Almost poetic, in a fat-jiggling kinda way.

By the way, new song. Called Kage Ga Yuku from the Read Or Die TV Series. Try it out.

And OMFG, Australia, by some strange, evil twist of fate and genius, managed to beat Japan. Ok, so beating Japan aint exactly the miracle, both were pretty evenly matched. BUT. Scoring 3 goals in the space of the final 10 minutes..... whoa... i mean... whoa.
Japan's goal was an obvious foul, though the ref didnt see it so oh well to that.
Australia's equalizer was the keeper's mistake. Short keepers shouldnt run out to punch balls. Repeat after me: Short Keepers Shouldn't Run Out To Punch Balls.
And then Tim Cahill scored the 2nd goal brilliantly. Outside the box in. Too good too good.
Japan changed members, brought another man forward, leaving the defence weakened. One proper pass and it was over with the 3rd goal.
Sigh.

Realised amidst shopping, nandos, soccer and massages, that I doubt I can ever get close to people. I doubt I can ever... love a person. It's not even about the extra step, it's about taking a single step. I cannot, for the life of me, attempt to breach that gap. At times I might seem introspective, but then, I might really just be worrying on how to handle situations.
All mumbo-jumbo I know, but there is a ring of truth within such incoherencies. These rants I make aren't all bad. Right? Right?
My social life can be summed up by the SMSes and MSNs I get. People treat me very differently from others. Perhaps this fascade I carry around me is starting to crack. PEP might be able to survive as PEP. I look at myself in the mirror, see that I am gorgeous, SAY that I am gorgeous, initiate those little nervous laughters that are perpetuated by the joke, and then realise... I really am utterly alone. And I dunno what I can do.