The Beautiful Game

(This is a bit late, but I just have to write about it.)

Friday night we watched the game Turkey vs Croatia. What a game! The Turks are now officially the comeback kings of Euro 2008. :)

The game went into extra time 0-0, and it seemed to be remaining that way towards the end. I was looking forward to the penalty shoot out when tragedy struck. Croatia scored with a minute left! My heart dropped. I couldn't believe my eyes. I wanted to go home.

I stopped watching the game to send a mournful message to my friend when out of the corner of my eye I saw Rustu kick the ball right down to the Croatian box right in front of Semih Senturk who quickly sent it sailing into the net. I couldn't believe my eyes all the more. Did they just do it again?!?

A bit teary-eyed with relief and disbelief, I hugged Jay with glee, and I swear I saw a bit of a glint in his eye as well. Hahaha.

Again it was just the three of us in the quiet sports bar. But before I knew it Sarah was calling from Singapore where she and a bigger bunch of Turks were also watching the game, and we all got to screaming about how unbelievably wonderful it was.

Unbelievable. Wonderful. Beautiful.

The Turks went on to win the penalty shoot out, with the Croatians so obviously demoralized. I forgave Rustu for allowing that first goal to happen. I loved him again. Along with Altintop, Arda and Senturk who made the goals. And Hakan who is just so cute. All of them.

It was 5.30 in the morning, soft rain was falling.

We walked home happy.

Dress Up

Karen asked me if I could help her find a nice dress for Janice's wedding. While I may have helped her a bit, I ended up checking out dresses that I would love to have for myself! Hehe.

If only I had such killer legs!

Sweet. Love the color too!

Busy Bee

I had a long weekend. And what a weekend it was.

On Friday night we went to the Romanian Ambassador's residence to watch Romania draw with world champion Italy while sipping wine from Transylvania. They darn missed a penalty kick and now have to win against Netherlands to get into the quarterfinals of the Euro Cup.

On Saturday we threw a bridal shower for Janice at the Diamond Hotel. We girls had a jolly good time except for the bright-idea-turned-horrible-joke of an "entertainment" segment. Hahaha. Never again! Good thing there were other more important things like the sweet video message from the groom to the bride all the way from Japan, the fun, funny games and competitive participants, the unidentifiable "celebrity" phone patch from Singapore, the delectable, simply yummy desserts, juicy secrets bared, and the list goes on. 'Twas a good night. *Sigh* Hanging out with good old gal pals is always a heart warmer and spirit booster. I need more of this!

Sunday was Fathers Day. We spent the afternoon in the mall with Hatice. Watching Jay with her makes me happy. Although his first Fathers Day must have been dampened by the sad news of his grandfather's death the day before, I'm sure he over the moon now that he has her already.

That night, we watched Turkey come from behind to beat Czech Republic 3-2 to get into the quarterfinals. It was one amazing game that got Sarah calling me from Singpore just to scream together about it. I am ashamed to admit that I lost all hope when Czech Republic made that second goal with Turkey still with nil. Now I know that this game is really all about heart. And that's what they had that night. Go Turkey!

Monday was Hatice's first day of school. Once again she surprised me. She is one brave little girl. She didn't cry at all. Just like she didn't cry when her grandma left her in her daddy's care. She has a funny way of accepting things stoically. Some things. Things that she somehow understands she cannot change. Other than that, she's your normal 3-year old crybaby. But a very pretty one. Oh well. I hope she learns English soon! She's a sweet little kid, but it's quite difficult communicating with her. Hopefully school will change this.

To wind that busy weekend (extended til Monday), we watched the Incredible Hulk. Jay didn't like it that much but I enjoyed the movie. Maybe because I like Edward Norton. Or maybe I was just glad to have some alone time with Jay.

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Isn't it strange that you can be with some people and still miss them? And yet be far from someone and feel so close to them?