footy bally

Hey there!

Last Saturday night I went to this so-called “nobar” that stands for nonton bareng or you can call it as watching football together. Over the past one year I liked this one football club, Chelsea FC. Yeah I know it’s cheesy because I liked Chelsea from someone not because of me watching it and amused by them just like what I did with NBA. Well, last Saturday was not a good day for Chelsea because we lose. I’d admit they were not on their best performance, especially my one and only David Luiz

There you go, David Luiz cried because he played that bad. Though actually he wasn’t crying on that night, that was just some random picture I got from google when googled his name. Haha. Anyway I was thinking about life, just some random thinking, which seems like football game. You know some people were just made for the front liner like the strikers or they were made for the last man (?) like the goalkeeper. I’m sorry if I’m mistaken the goalkeeper as the last man because I don’t actually understand how football strategy and stuff works, I just enjoy watching them (sometimes :p).

Let’s start with the striker, as I know Torres was in some moments a good striker back then when he was still playing in LiverpoolFC. But just like what the rumors told that Chelsea is a major turn down for striker. They bought a brilliant striker then “boom!” he wouldn’t play anywhere near good when they join Chelsea. Here is some good looking Torres and yes, based on how he looks he is a very bully-able person right? Hehe

looks a bit cute

naaah, not that cute

Just so you know I don’t really remember all of the members but I really like Oscar and Hazard too. You’ll understand why

the two cuties (oscar left-hazard right)

for the love of God he got a nice ass

and I love you too Oscar!

The players would play full time about 90 minutes plus injury time, and they (usually) only have a break at the halftime. When playing usually the coach started to change the players when they play badly or the game wasn’t just going the way the coach was thinking. Some players change their position when other players got changed. And I was thinking that is just life is right. You got into one position and you should do it right, and when God changes His plan because He thinks you’ll develop better in other position then you’ll get change. But that doesn’t mean that the coach is like God in real life, coaches were just like people who have the fate to be the one who’s in charge of other’s people fate. Just like those types of people who were just born to lead. Yet some people were just born to be in the main screen like the strikers making goal to keep the club alive or the midfielder who gets to catch the ball make it still in their team’s possession or the defender who defends so that other team’s can’t reach the goal or the goalkeeper who’ll catch the ball to save their goalpost. That’s just like life, being what you’re destined for and make the best of it. And don’t forget the fans, they are for the best the thing that’s keeping the team alive too. Without the fans the players will be nothing but dolls playing a game. Well maybe not really, or maybe yes. Oh just forget the last sentence.

Ah geez my coffee’s getting cold, gotta go!

Love

Kikia

HALOO NEW BLOG I'M SO EXCITED!!!

After making a couple or more blog and fill them with trash I decided to make a new one fill it with new trashes yeay <3! Nah, I'm joking. This time I wanna make something more with meaning, just some reminder at least to myself about things that's going on with my life. Here goes my first one! and hey welcome to my new blog :D

So, I’ve been cooking meals for my you-know-who for a week and I find it hard to make an affordable meal everyday without making the same menu in a week. The shopping is quite hard too I guess. I’m this super newbie in this part of woman-should-know-how-to-do-it-properly thing. First stuff that I find it hard is the waking up in the morning session. I am a night worker, well I don’t really work at night but I got my good mood to write my thesis, do my trash writing and even clean my room at night. So I do all the good stuff people usually do at day on the night time. And I slept at 3-5 am as a result. Then I tried so hard waking up at 6, washing my face, giving my little boy his breakfast, pet him and off to the market. When I got in the market the confusion came, I didn’t know what to cook for meal. If you don’t know what you will cook then you’ll also not know what to buy. I once starred at the groceries for 15 minutes because I was thinking about the meal I am going to cook but then I started to grab anything that I think will do well in the kitchen. Doing the groceries was easy at my first four days, but not the days after that. I started to realize that I don’t know much cooking, at all. Anyway, after getting my raw materials then I went back to my dorm and started to browse for recipes. Yes, I browse my very easy to do meals just so I won’t get them wrong. When you cook for someone you look after and didn’t want them to go to the bathroom three times a day just to poo then you better look for the recipes. After cooking then of course you should clean the kitchen, prepare the table for two and wait for the man to come and eat together. The eating together and watching him eat your meal is the best part, unless your meal was bad. It feels like your effort has paid off. Haha

Of course cooking the meal was not my only activity. After cooking and stuff I got to clean my boy’s mess, then wash my clothes. I don’t do laundry that much except for clothes that are hard to iron. Then I go to my campus, finishing tiny stuff for graduation which was quite like anger management classes. I’m also in an internship at one of the art event in Jogja so I got to go here and there for the work that was given to me until night. Night came it means I got to go back to my dorm, or I would go to some coffee shop just hanging out with my friends until you-know-who came home. That’s just what my daily routine is, and I feel quite exhausted about that. It makes me wonder, how much strength a woman put to keep up these stuff.

I remember my mom, she was a good house wife although she doesn’t really cook well but she cooks. She was also a ‘single’ mom for about 4 years, in some part of my life she was my dad too. She can do all of those stuff I am having difficulties at, and she has done more than that. She had real children, my sister and I, while I only have a cat and an imaginary husband, the you-know-who guy. Just so you know he really exist but he is not my husband (yet?). She still studies until now, when she’s 56 years old. When I was at 4^th elementary school and I was abroad with my family, she took an English class just so she could keep up with her children development. She sometimes still reads about my homework stuff, and even reading philosophy books. Although she doesn’t work anymore but she still can do gardening, washing and cleaning my house alone, taking care of my sister’s pet and yet she got a serious illness. I keep wondering and I keep being ashamed of my own self because with only those activities with my healthy body I could moan all day but not my mom.

Ah that’s it for now. Catch you later J

Love Kikia