Teasing

After resting for quite sometime due to sprained ankle, finally I went to play futsal again. I went not only because I think it is an interesting way to exercise compared to jogging, but also I can see my crushes. XP

Mr G came to play futsal. While Mr H didn't. Well Mr H just having his wisdom teeth extracted. With his swelling which I accidentally poked this morning (I felt so guilty) I bet of course it would be a crazy thing for him to came.

Anyhow, Mr G is looking great as ever. Every now and them I keep on replaying the image of him shirtless. I'm wondering when would be the next time for me to have that opportunity.

Mr G played so well. So well until it almost made me hating him because he made me looks like I am like a toddler who just starting to touch the ball. Well I guess he has been playing for a long time so of course he play like a boss. As for me, I really wanted to make some session to practice playing by myself. But I wondered if it is worth it or not. Because I don't aimed to be a pro soccer player but a doctor.

Anyhow I was injured again that night. Sprained. My ankle has swollen that it looked so different from my other ankle. The pain was so intense until my feet was shaking.

The funny part was I was sprained when no body (and thus no ball) was around. I was standing but maybe I put my feet wrongly. Aish so unlucky. I really hope it is a normal sprain not a fracture.

Anyhow, I chat with Mr G. Actually I was eavesdropping his conversation with my housemate. They were telling stories about married football players who when they injured, their spouse will treat them. Like gave them as massage on the foot, or on the need. But my housemate of course as usually adding some dirty part to the talk (like massaging a bit higher) so I was like, "OMG you guys are so dirty!" Tsk tsk tsk.

And suddenly our topic resolve around my trip to SA. As I told you before, Mr G seems different because he seems close to me in SA but back here, he wasn't not.

Well, that night during futsal he did mention that he and I was close buddy in SA. I added agreeing with his statement by saying, "Yes we were. We even pushed through people together". I am not sure if it was my imagination or it was real because I think I notice that Mr G's face changed a little when I mention that. I hope he don't hate that fact.

Anyhow my housemate continues the conversation by telling Mr G that he heard (of course I am the one who tell him) Mr G skipped praying. Mr G laugh, and then teased me saying that I am his partner in crime and also said that I skipped praying while listening to the song titled "Meaningless".

I am glad that he remember the memory but for some reason I dislike that he associate me with that song. Well that song was quite girly. Of course if possible we all want to look good on people who we have our feeling on.