The movement of BESS!

Thanks to our Kuwaiti Team for losing in the first round of the Gulf Cup. I have given up on them a few years ago and the only soccer games I watch are the European Leagues or any match played by the International Italian Team. For those of you who don't know, I'm a Juventus and a Real Madrid fan.
I'm really intrigued by the new campaign that launched a couple of weeks ago in order to change our sports policies in Kuwait. The players should do it as a profession and not a hobby. And the Sports association should offer them attractive salaries. This could be a motivation for them to play better rather than worrying about their hairstyles and branded shoes. They got the talent, but they're too lazy to work out. Some of them are not even fit to play. A soccer player needs high fitness to run around for 45 minutes or even more at each half. All I've seen in games played by the Kuwaiti team, is falling every single minute because they pulled a muscle or something like that. Okay, a high-fit athlete could pull a muscle sometimes, but really not that often as I see.
It's time to change. We need to see Figos and Cannavaros of our own someday.

I'm Susan

Since I've started watching Desperate Housewives, I realized which character I relate to the most. Susan Mayer and I share a few stuff in common and most of all, clumsiness.

I noticed one of Susan's mishaps and that's when she leans on a table and it falls on her causing chaos in the entire room during a lunch party. It looked so familiar because I've done it at least once or twice until now.

A few days ago I went to Kempinski hotel& resort. It was a rainy day, but later on that night it stopped. I got my iPod and went for a walk on the beach. I didn't even manage to get there. On my way I decided I'd use the ramp instead of the stairs. A wet floor and a ramp...I should've seen an accident coming...just as I was listening to my favorite track "How to Save a Life" I should've saved my ass from slipping on the wet ground and falling flat on my back.

I really don't know if I've cried because of the whole embarassment or because it hurt. I realized later it was because it hurt so bad.

Just like Susan, I've got uncountable moments where I slipped, bumped into something, or broken something and caused a total bedlam. I always tell myself to be careful, and the next thing you know I run into a door, a window, or even a mannequin.

Good luck to whoever has to put up with my chaotic actions.

Update:

Yesterday I was so swamped in my thoughts while driving. When I reached home I clicked open our automatic garage door and just as it was opening, instead of stepping on the brake I stepped on the gas and rammed my mom's car into the gate. Now my mom's car...well it needs lots of maintenance, and the garage door is broken. I should kiss my salary good bye for this month.