Sneijder fever

i got here in the Netherlands on Monday. by tuesday, i was cheering "hup Holland hup!" with the Dutch people. by the end of game between Holland and Uruguay, i was in love with one of the best players of the orange team, no. 10 himself, Wesley Sneijder.

i went through the usual madness everytime i'm obsessed with somebody. i immediately changed my profile name in fb. i liked everything orange. i wanted to have an orange jersey (but i'm not that crazy to spend 50 euro for a shirt). i was planning to book a ticket from Amsterdam to Oslo on monday, because i was hoping that there might be chance to bump into the (hopefully) 2010 FIFA champions in Schipol (isn't that exciting!!!). i would love to do that even if i'll only have a glimpse of Sneijder's bald head....

the thing is, my friend Janice, has been very supportive of my Sneijder obsession. her sister, Ng D knows about it, and ng D's friend, tita Mildred knows about it too! and tita Mildred happened to have a neighbor who looks like Wesley! they have been teasing me that i can have a photo taken with "boy", the Sneijder-look-alike-boy-next-door. of course, i just laughed at that suggestion.

last night was a shameful surprise though. after seeing "eclipse", we drove Kyla home. tita Mildred invited us in. i panicked when tita Mildred told me that "boy" is in the garden with his gf. and tita suggested that we stay in the garden to have some drinks. i just ran back inside their house and panicked like a 16-year old (shame!!!). when i finally had the courage to go out in the garden, i was covering up my shyness with laughter. and i truly laughed when Janice told me that boy had to go back inside the house to shave. tita Mildred went back inside the house to get the camera and everyone was pushing me to have the photo taken, at once (even the mother of boy's gf, huh!) and boy even said that i can tell the people in Norway that i have a picture with Sneijder. bwahahahahaha!


so, it all happened. we went to the other side of the fence, have a pictorial with boy Sneijder, had a big laugh and went back to tita Mildred's garden.

phew! my energy was drained after that. how much energy can be drained from me if it was the real Wesley, huh?