I don't know if it was the FIFA World Cup

But I have certainly became addicted to soccer.

Brazil, Italy and the Socceroos. I love the sport.

I mainly think it's the World Cup frenzy talking. I actually stay up all night every night to watch the game.

I laughed out loud when USA lost to Czech Republic.

I screamed my lungs off with Emmet when Australia beat Japan.

I was impressed when Croatia lost to Brazil.

Let's face it. Who wouldn't lose to Brazil?

Beckham was good though. But I don't think England has what it takes to win the Cup.

I think Brazil still owns the game.

But it couldn't hurt if Australia, after over thirty years would be a surprise winner for this Cup.

It's a long shot, but soccer maniac in me is becoming more and more alive as the game progress on.

In other news

Emmet and I are ok. It's amazing how I can't sleep when we're fighting. I honestly can not drift off to pillowland without patching things up with him.

Usually I wouldn't care. I would just let it go and would just sort it out in the morning. But with him, no. It's different.

I call him and would actually swallow a lot of dosage of pride just to make sure that we're ok.

I'm getting soft. But in a good way. I like this guy so much that I'm willing to compromise.

Nikki? Compromise? Haha, you laugh.

But it's true. I think I'm ready to think about other people and put them before me.

One particular person to be exact - Emmet.

I am now willing to stay up late just so I can spend a few extra minutes with my baby.

Our mobile phone bills are going off the hook as we talk six to seven times a day. Not text. But phone calls.

We would then feel guilty for spending ridiculous amount of money on mobile phone bills that we both opted to talk over the home phone.

It's a big deal as I don't really give out my home number. Hundreds of people know my mobile number but not my home phone.

I only give out my home phone number to certain people. And he's become a part of that.

I'm loving it.

I love the fact that we are taking things ridiculously slow.

It's not like I'm complaining but compared to Australian dating, we are doing pretty well.

I think I mean more to him than just sex. Which is awesome. Most of the guys I dated were just keen on getting in my pants. But not this one.

I thought it was because he wasn't attractive to me. I talked about it with her.

We came up with stupid conclusions and even ridiculous ones.

I tried asking him about it. And talking to him about it but I just couldn't bring myself to tell him what was bothering me; Why don't you want to get close to me?

I would sound like a pervert not to mention a total nympho. Don't get me wrong. We are intimate towards each other. Plus the fact that we just have a mad time when we're together.

I can't get enough of him. I like the silly things we do together. Just the simple stuff the brings a smile on my face.

The way he just stares at me with that lopsided smile on his face.

Or the way he raise one eyebrow ala- The Rock.

Or the way he embarasses me by dancing in public. I beg him countless of times not to dance in public. I can't bear to see him dance altogether.

Or the way he mocks me everytime I whine.

Or the way he puts his head on my shoulder while making shushing sounds.

Or the way he pokes me and tickles me every chance he gets.

Or the way he feeds me popcorn whenever we watch a movie.

Or the way he laughs when I take two tiny bites of my burger and gives him the rest of my food.

Or the way he winges when I don't finish my food.

Or the way he changes the topic whenever I get cranky because he doesn't want to start an argument with me.

Or the way he always always wishes me a good night and never hangs up on me even when he's upset.

He is truly a gentleman.

True, he has his flaws. Who doesn't? But I can work on his flaws. I don't want him to change.

I like him just the way he is.*
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*Bridget Jones' Diary - when Mark Darcy tells Bridget that he likes her the way she is.