oh man, oh man. i've been thinking about rafael nadal lots and lots lately. what can i do? if i ever get the opportunity to meet him one day, chances are that i'll fall to his feet and become temporarily mute. scary as it may sound, it's the truth and nothing but the whole truth. the closest i ever came in contact with him were the non-existent kisses i blew whenever the camera focused on him during his matches.
oh yes. i still remember that victoria school guy who was rafael's dead ringer. for a moment then, i swore on my precious butt that i thought he was really rafael nadal. but i knew it was to good to be true. why the heck would he be in singapore and studying in a public school?! sigh...
'it's just a crush, a one-sided puppy love', i try to remind myself. besides he's not the only male left in the entire species of mankind. i have to start thinking pragmatically before i finally loose it!!
oh yes. i still remember that victoria school guy who was rafael's dead ringer. for a moment then, i swore on my precious butt that i thought he was really rafael nadal. but i knew it was to good to be true. why the heck would he be in singapore and studying in a public school?! sigh...
'it's just a crush, a one-sided puppy love', i try to remind myself. besides he's not the only male left in the entire species of mankind. i have to start thinking pragmatically before i finally loose it!!
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Your blog is very interesting... and colorful!! :-)
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