The Euro, running the trail and my lil cult

The finals to the euro were boring if you were a neutral fan and god damn frustrating and bit a nerve racking if you were a spain or german fan. The score ended up being 1-0 with TORRES scoring the cracking goal, proving to many that he wasnt a waste throughout the tournament. The spanish however should have bagged a few more goals, silly misses, however in the end comes down to who won and The sunny Spain boys did that well....They finally won a cup and watching casillas and Ramos celebrate was amazing, you could literally feel the passion seep through the tv and into you... or was that the tequila.. hmm lol... i cant tell..It was a fun night.... and i was very very lol happy that Spain won... and i dont think i could be any more in love with Casillas and Ramos without making them owen :P... which can never happen.
This summer i have been running the trail a bit more and its awesome, especially the fact that i get to run past my beautiful dream house. I love that house sooo much, it literally takes my breath away and i have to stop running whenever i see it in view on my run. I have on my runs thought of killing them to get the house, seducing them ( either man or lady or both), to conning them and finally the worst, making them adopt me lol... the house is soo perfect, its not to big, not too small, half on a pond, has soo much trees around it and its green and has the most beautiful roof, the roof is a garden :)....I want it soooooo bad :(... its probably my biggest motivation to run ..lol to view the beautiful amazing lil house...I also meet alot of funny ppl on the run.. some more freaky than others..its true what your parents say dont talk to strangers... :P... there was this one guy who i kept bumping into while running and i have no sense of direction whatsoever thus the day i got lost i asked him for directions, he was amiable and walked me to my place.. kept bumping into him more often and he asked me to a movie,...the guy was a psychopath and not my kind, the bad psycho, he kept happily talking about how his friend raped his girlfriend and she deserved that... i think i have not been ever so freaked than that night.. i claimed that i lived in Kenya and now run a different trail path!!!! I knew i should not talk to strangers .... wat a lunatic...now i use a different trail and get lost even more lol....as long as the racoons are away we are fine!

As hard as it is to believe i am a teacher( one of my many jobs).. and my latest summer camp exploits are already loving Real Madrid alot.. hehehe they have been well trained and learnt all their numbers from players of real madrid jerseys :P.... i am soo proud to corrupt their young minds on the best club in the world already :).....They are such a cute little bunch they cant say my name so they call me miss dora( IF ANYONE ABOVE 4 FT CALLS ME THAT, THEY WONT LIVE!)However the best is that they mostly call me miss owen since i came in with an owen jersey and they were fascinated.. hehe so hard to be harsh on them when they are like but miss owen.... lol.... and for some damn reason they adore me, they listen to mostly everything i say. This is my new little cult and i am there leader :P...

Madridistaing one kid at a time :)

--Hala Madrid :) and viva iker and ramos and all the Spanish players :)

After the italian job comes the russian roullette

Its soo much more fun to watch the euro when you have something to cheer about... such a common yet sometimes unnoticed observation i find. Ever since the Spanish especially the St. Iker, the psychotic Ramos and the god damn fine villa beat the Italians that brought sooo much pain to me, i have become tres die hard Spain fan lol...who would ever guess had owen or France still be there i would be swearing at the Spanish ( ok not the three mentioned :P ..). I animatedly reenact the saves and penalties to every person i meet whether they are interested or as a matter of fact even listening to me can hardly matter hehe.
The bartender at the sports bar i go to is use to my insanity and wildness during games hehe.. Poor fellow... While we were watching the Spain vs Russia game... i since listening to the ad had the Torres song in my head... i cant get the damn thing out of my head... it is based on the tune of a kids rhyme that i used to sing all the time... the song goes as such:

His armband proved he was a red torres torres
you'll never walk alone it said torres torres
we brought the lad from sunny spain
He gets the ball he scores again
Fernando Torres Liverpool's number 9
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdy8qtAkrZM
so as i sang that happily during the game .. my brother trying to sit as far as possible from me, the bartender tells me he is from Liverpool and loves Liverpool. He smiles widely and asks me seems you like them to. My happy tune abruptly stops and in a matter of seconds my face scowls back at him. I hate them, i replied and i am a huge Owen fan. I was about to retort back some more when suddenly the Spanish score. xavi, a player i would usually hate because of his barca attachments scored... what a beauty of a goal too.. i was soo dumbstruck and after all the cheers i am still rooted. My brother looks at me and as he moves me, i start yelling ...the people who were in the bar stop and stare.. the bartender asks if i am ok.. hahah... i look at the screen and reply you damn right am ok... goal!!!! He starts laughing. At the end of the beautiful 3-0 game, with Guiza and the extremely impressive Silva scoring the rest of the goals. The bartender while giving me my bill makes the mistake of mentioning how owen was nothing without Liverpool. I stop breathe while my brother tries to pull me away very wary of the trouble thats brewing up. My friend Andy helping him as he too knows very well that once i start i shall end with blood!
I started the huge discussion on owen and after an hour alot of swears and in the end tears the bartender consoled me and assured me he has nothing or will never have anything but respect for Michael James Owen...My brother on the way chides in if you ever make it to be a journalist i am sure owen will be the most happiest athlete in the world with the amount of fan conversions you make. I could not hold back my laughter as we walked home after that. I am sooo glad that my brother loves soccer - not that he really had a choice, however it makes things alot more fun and since we dont like the same team or players except a certain few, it keeps are minds at wit and our tongues laden with sarcasm. In my brother's case his arms full of bruises ;)...

Thoughts in my head that day:
His armband proved he was a red torres torres
you'll never walk alone it said torres torres
we brought the lad from sunny spain
he gets the ball he scores again
Fernando Torres Liverpool's number 9


DAMN FRIGGIN SONG!


Hala madrid and VIVA OWEN

Spain giving italy pain and video of the psycho brown chic ;)

June 22nd 2008


Ola... The euro games unfortunately for us living in Canada are at very weird timings they commence at 2:45 and are on weekdays mostly thus mostly during work. However since i work till 4 i get to glimpse some precious parts of the games that i have not booked off. At work being all jittery i was working and could not wish to get out to go watch the Spain vs Italy game... The game was tres imp because of two simple reasons, i wanted Italy to get violated by Spain since they beat *sob* France and i could not be any more in love with casillas and Ramos ( the two real players). Ramos is amazing, and i think i have serious wait i know i have serious issues for liking this player for the reason that he is soo volatile and psychotic. I blame my brother for getting me this new found love for him. I was laughing over Ramos season with real Madrid. My brother was telling me how it would be fun to see Ramos hit De Rossi since their last little spat in the Roma first game in CL. I was kindly telling my brother how with the 14 yellows and some reds, Ramos must have been finished wall papering his room and created a traffic light. My brother to this replies, he is just like YOU jittery, aggressive and completely psychotic...I think about and yes its true... i am like him...hehe.. hence beings the start of a new obsession.. however i think i obsess about all real players! *heart*.
Anyways as soon as work was over i call my brother to ask for the score and he replies Spain's losing. I don't even think as tears roll down...i hang up the phone and sob, my co workers are getting used to my madness however they are still a bit scared and don't understand..they try to ask me what exactly is wrong as i spit out Spain is losing to that whore team.. still sobbing inconsolably ... i run to the bar closest to work and as i see the score its 0-0. I am soo happy that i am not even mad at my brother. My brother decides to join me to watch the game at the bar. He hits me and tells me how did i not know he was joking. I told him he loves fabregas so i did not think he would lie about the team he supported after the dutch are out like this. The game has still 20 min left and 0-0 being the score scares me. I hate penalties and as the times keeps ticking my tears start rolling. Now before you all assume i am an emotional psycho i would let you know i hardly cry, even when i am heartbroken i find it hard to get the tears out. I have not cried in movies, at deaths (I AM VERY SAD, I AM NOT A COLD HEARTED SADISTIC BITCH) or in when i am in trouble. However come soccer and books i cant help the tears, i don't know why but they roll out like waves in the ocean, i try so hard not to but i cant help it.
My brother tries to console me, however it was as equal as telling a kid not having candy will at least save you from having a toothache. Villa misses the only chance to win in the dying seconds and alas the game goes into penalties... *sigh* i take deep breaths as the commentators try to give me a heart attack by reminding how very well the azzuri's are at penalties and the Spaniards have been unlucky at those so far....My co-worker ironically tells me to pray to my God and i see Zizou aka God of Socca in the stands with wenger... i should have known this was a sign..heheh..... both starting players score and so goes on till casillas saves De Rossi's penalty of all the players i hate him. stupid player... hah justice is served...my heart stops and as i see the Spanish rejoice all i can focus on is casillas's Saint like face... i start yelling in the bar and jump on my brother and say * I fucking love Casillas i am going to fucking rape him*... everyone in the bar at this point is staring at me, my co-worker who is obsessed with my obsession with socca, is shocked as well lol.... to make matters more comical my brother replies me too!!! hahah i think we scandalized everyone in the bar and we were damn straight right happy....
The game ended brilliantly since casillas the Saint made 2 penalty saves and Spain advanced to the semis...It was a wonderful day

The next day however i was the attention of the bookstore as my co-worker had filmed me saying those fateful lines about casillas hehe and shown it to everyone at work and even the customers in the store... The cherry of the ice cream here was in the video i heard someone say that psycho brown girl... hahahah i do make myself proud......

thoughts in my head:
-thank god the whore of the euro team is out
-stupid De Rossi cry you lil bitch!!!
- that piece of hobo co-worker , i shall sell his ass to make up for filming me
- little does the guy who called me a psycho know i now know how he looks*smile evilly*
- omg i am such a psycho heheh
- i love casillas, ramos and spain
-VIVA SPAIN AFTER THE ITALIAN JOB ITS TIME FOR A RUSSIAN ROULETTE!!

The Madrid chicos definitely made my day

hala Madrid

Heart breaking departure of Les Blues ..and Work

The euro has been quite teary eyed this season.. i refuse to go through explaining the stupid, unwise and downright insane choices of Domenech.. the Les blues have suffered enough from the fact that his mother slept with her brother. I don't blame you domenech, it is not your fault you are retarded, i do blame the fact that knowing your condition you still decided to coach the dear french team. What did Nasri ever do to you, i think the poor kid is still in therapy from confusion of your retarded choices. Zizou is soo terribly missed:(...France is nothing without the magician, Socca is nothing without its God :(... The shocking loss to the dutch was the rising of the cake after the baking of the tie with Romania. The worst blow was the loss to the whore of the euro Italy. It was heartbreaking to see them lose and not hold at least the 1-0 score. The penalty to me fine was justified, however a red was harsh. The more i think about and the more you read my posts its clear, that Italy is the cause of all evil and misery in my little world. That piece of shit team not to mention piece of shit player Toni was on the ground more than actual time spent with the ball. The Italians fall like rotten apples from a tree. I truly was a bit depressed with the addition of the other parts of life not going to well and the sun seem to be avoiding Ottawa like the goals were to France.
However the Real Madrid boys seem to be hitting off the euro really well, at least that is a consolation i can take..The good thing about being a socca maniac is why of course the maniac part, at work, i am not asked the reason why i am soo clumsy or bump into every stationary, non stationary or sometimes invisible object i encounter, insane people don't need reasons and explanations of the insane are why crazy talk of course. My coworkers and one in particular however worries me, he seems a little to obsessed with my obsession with socca. You would think my insanity would inject fear. Ahh well, this bizarre specimen however does amuse me or scare me, at this point i dont think i can tell which one is tipping the scale more.

I would like to give a special thanks to the following people who have helped me make my Euro watching non harmful to others( i am too precious to commit suicide, sigh that leaves the only other option- killing others):

Pepe- Real player defender brilliant goal
Ruud Vanisterology- Real player with amazing goals
Wesely- Refer to above
Robben- sad the dutch are out-- same as above
Casillas- you truly are a saint *heart*
Ramos-- LOL... u are fucking brilliant!!! i can write an essay on how much i adore you


Thank you Chicos de Madrid :)

hala Madrid

Exams, work in a saree and goin crazy in Toronto

Wow its been a while eh.... now i know you dont really read my blog ANU!!!! So much has been on since i last wrote... stupid exams.. stupid work and stupid exams!!! The exams went well for the most part am done my bachelors *YAY* and a year off *yay* however still have to give my dental tests *not too yay*..,... my bday was a blast i have the best friends anyone could ever ask for..... however for the most part the hols are for me to show how much of work i can do before i get sick, or die trying!

later this june just before the Euro began i had the one bit of fun and that was we went for an amazing weekend road trip to Toronto.. The road trip itself was amazing minus the no sleep since i had catered the night before at this gorgeous wedding. The wedding was amazing not to mention i was so proud of myself on the way i got there in a bus wearing a saree with an england hoodie on top... i truly looked like a crazy psyho indian gang member! i also got more than i needed attention from random hobos... my fav line was by this one guy who was sitting next to me on the bus.. the convo was something like this

hobo guy: hey thats a pretty costume...saree right?
me : ye thanks
hobo guy: so you are from?
me: india
hobo guy: where in england is that?
me: haha, thats funny, its coz my fav plyaer is from the english natinal soccer team ( clearly thinking the idiot means my hoodie that had england and god save the queen posted on it)
hobo guy: so thats the name of the soccer team india
( are fucking kidding me, you bloody knew wat a saree was, must be foolin with me )
me: you are funny
hobo guy : So you are not from england, good i dont like to ask english women
( ask them wat? the type of retardation level you have)
me: no kenya
and before the fool could ask me more questions i walk off

this was just one of the many!
anyways back to toronto road trip-- we got there at around 12 thanks to andy's amazing detour..lol..and our many stops on the way. The other half of the crew, reaching there at 3 had made themselves quite comfy and were already playing shot poker ( dont ask). We all had a bit to drink and chilled making songs on ppl and play charades on guess who the person is... lol it was mean ( hey i had songs on me tooo sooo its all good fun) , but too hilarious. At this point it was now 3 am and everyone was ready to pass out.. everyone but me who was quite buzzed. The only other non-couple person that was on the trip was andy so i dragged the poor sucker to walk with me till i tired out. We walked the whole downtown of Toronto from 3 am to 8:30 am. It was absolutely amazing and tons of fun. At 8:30 seeing the little electric trams , randomly decided to get on one, we took it all the way to the very end of toronto ..seeing that we paid nearly 5 dollars and it was only one way we wanted to make the most of the money spent lol..we stopped when i saw this pretty lake and decided we must stop there so i can see it.. we walked around there for a bit.. i triumphed in forcing andy to not steal this poor lil turtle that was there!!! To think he wanted to steal the poor creature.. we returned to the hotel... as everyone was waking and wondering what the hell happened to us.. this by the way spun some very silly stories ....none which were true... i did not pimp myself or andy at night, neither did i get it on with random hobos or with andy! Even though it was tiring , exploring downtown TO was just plain amazing and i would definitely do it again...
Saturday we went to the best clubs i have been to so far... it was tres expensive and soo totally worth it... the club was humongous... it had three floors amazing music and was just great!! we danced the whole time through it was alot of fun... Circa is definitely a club one should go to when in toronto...its absolutely amazing. Before the club we went on a quick shopping spree and we convinced andy to get this top had and white glasses.. i must say the top hat was the best piece of clothing , it amused all of us and passed around each of us in the club while we were dancing like some cheap skank!!! we all have pictures at some point or the other with it!! After the club when everyone else was going to sleep nicola, aghiles's girlfriend decided she was hungry, i was not to sleepy and up for walk. So nicola, aghilss, andy and me went to the Mc donald's nearby all of us save andy sober and acting just as insane. We took err amusing, raunchy and downright psychotic pictures, amusing the people in toronto or scaring god knows which it was. We entered Mc D's and the first thing aghiles does is go and get the bibs that lil kids wear while eating their food.We walked around the street like that for the rest of the night stopping to take pics of andy pretending to be a gay hooker, aghiles buying him, dacing around like flamingos on the streets and posing as hitler. We also wore our bibs as bandana's covering our faces like bandits in an old western movie stood in alley ways and looked at people walking by. I do believe we scared the people on the street so much that they didnt even remember to call the cops on us. The passerby cops were i bet waiting for an ambulance from the insane asylum to come pick us up. To have the icing on our cake as we walk by this random hobo ( this guy was really a hobo) comes by and poses on the wall of a building and asks us to take a picture. This was too hilarious. The night was all gone by the time we reached the hotel all tired out. Sunday came and the camera out of battery and fresh with the assault of pictures and videos we had given it the day before all we could do was watch the euro game poland versus the Germans... poor andy to think he thought that the polish would actually win the EURO!!! LOL...ahhh one can dream.. ok one should not dream this far...lol....after that it was shop shop shop. After shopping we left back for home :(.... this was some trip and meant to be done all over again with more alcohol and more insane escapades.

Now i could not wait to watch the EURO ... thank god soccer was back on again

i had hope and vigor...ALLEZ les Bleus and vive real madrid players...however it brought a sadness that i would not see Owen on the field :(... and would not be able to cheer him and have hope that this may be the year he could be back on track and even maybe win a trophy... it still brings tears to my eyes :(....

Hala Madrid

Champions league, Real, Owen and FUCKING INTRAMURALS UNIVERSITY SOCCER GAME

LOL WHY DO ALL MY POSTS END IN RANTS!

Last week was magical,..... with real scoring beautiful goals, amazing 3-1 win over seville, a very formidable team. Ramos definitely had an amazing 22nd bday. To make things even better that Saturday Newcastle won 4-1 with Owen playing beautiful in the deeper side of the field , and scoring an equally sweet goal. The day got only better with my manager appointing me "lets talk sports" pin which means i get to review sports books in my case soccer, however i took basketball in that too, so i get to talk soccer during work all time long. It was indeed a perfect day except for some shit at the end, which doesnt really matter as long as no one is hurt now. The week was Socca filled, so happy for that , CL was going on with Manchester killing Roma at home, making me ecstatic- ye piece of hobo De rossi take that... its as a friend said if you hear that some player went crazy at a McDonald's its probably De rossi. I hate that stupid player and Roma. The watching of the game was amazing, i got to reunite with all the socca ppl in university bar. Have not seen these ppl since 2 years some since i stopped playing pick up and socca alot due to work and study :( :(.... LOL i still get called owen or number 2...felt good ... reminded me of old times. There was this one Man utd fan ... omg i nicknamed him Johnny jihad...lol he was sooo into the game ( yes i am like that too but it was not my team and seeing someone else go crazy lol...well it seems scary).... In all honesty i wanted Man utd to win or else this guy would bomb all us all... lol he would kill all... lol ...I MUST SAY I LOVE HIS SPIRIT- BUT WRONG TEAM ;)... HE SHOULD SUPPORT REAL heheheh...... The arsenal- liverpool... game... poor arsenal.. i must say i love their players and the passing was class.. its hard not to adore this team after watching them play for they truly do play beautiful soccer. Theo Walcott should have started with Van persie instead of eboue... Van has been so rusty... but top player , fabregas needs to learn to be selfish and SHOOT instead of passing, wasted very good chances.. bendtner... wat a dumass, he tried to back flick a ball that was ALREADY GOING IN THE GOAL... and ended up blocking the shot and no goal.. that fool....and the penalty... all those losers, blind fools saying its not a penalty fuck yourselves... then go put a cock in your mouth... and shut it... he pulled hleb to the side... with that speed ofcourse you shall fall to the side.... and it was a breakaway too,....dum decision...meh... doesnt matter arsenal shall finish liverpool....

Today's playoff game that my friend and i coach... what a bloody stupid game... Honestly teams need to learn to play soccer. They were physical to the max. They took out 2 goal keepers and out best player, out midfielder, who happens to be my best friend as well. And the most fucked up part is that the ref doesnt call a penalty!!!! he gives the other guy a warning .. stupid ref.. there were 5 handballs, 2 goalies of ours and now aghiles all get injured and not a single call... if u dont know socca dont bloody ref... simple..... The same player injured aghiles last time they played us too.. its soo sad when you need to INJURE a player so that the other team doesnt play well... i am not blaming our loss on this .. no our loss was due to the fact that the striker missed 4 perfect sitters..... and the defense fucked up a bit... however the fact that most players were injured hurt the morale alot... its ok... we still have konyagi ( the east africa team) in the playoffs... lets see congress do shit there...
Another factor that angered me was these two dum hobos sitting on our bench telling me my mid dove... fucking idiot this guy played since a kid and never have i seen or heard he dove... lets see you get charlie horsed and fucking stand up.. he was limping.. to this the piece of shit says that why dont you sub him then... wtf with who should he be subbed your mother you retard... do you see players that i can sub in... fucking loser go watch soccer learn the rules then come talk... or shut the fuck up and sit on the bench!!!! idiot!!!! he cant play shit all socca and talks.... beat his team fucking 6-3 no wonder he is bitter..... who the hell would dive indoors on steel turf.. loser... tells me that aghiles dove!!!! What a stupid day stupid game... having the better team.. played bad and were plain unlucky and lost....

thoughts in my head
---cant compile anything since i am too mad..... but all swear words are flashing through with images of killing that stupid player who fouls....

that's it for my rants ...Hala Madrid

The friendly- owen, the bus and the hazadarous effects of a library on Health

The feeling of knowing you shall miss your fav player playing a game never quite sinks in....I got showered packed my stuff and raced to get dressed to an Owen curio shop in a span of 15 min all.. Got on the bus and then get a call the game is not shown anywhere...WHAT THE FUCK!!!! why is it that games in France are never shown...how the hell did tv5 which broadcasts Nantes vs lenns not show THE FRANCE game.... those little losers they show those hobo teams ( no one is allowed but me to call nantes hobo team since i do adore Dennis Oliech who is a Kenyan striker). To top it all off i who is very loud i may add, in my disappointment completely offend the other passengers in the bus with my rant and random outburst of swears in atleast 5 different lingo's. The bus driver however was very kind and looked at my maniac and frenzied state and joked.
This leads me to divert to a very nice bus driver i had the pleasure of meeting yesterday. Usually i have very grumpy stupid people who clearly are not only racist but hate their job. My friend who lives further down from where i do raced from the train to catch the bus to take home ( these buses i talk of are express come only for a certain time period and make the usually 2 hour ride 30 min). We missed the 60 by a second. I see the next bus which is a 65. This bus takes me home as well, only drops me at back route whereas the 60 at the front. Hence i take this bus. In the bus we were talking of how unlucky it was to miss the 60 when this one lady says that she really needed to get on the 60 since she has to back home to her kids and how it shall take longer. I felt really bad and told her maybe she can still catch the 60. I went to the driver and asked him if he there was any chance that i could catch the 60 since the routes are similar till later on when the little inner routes are found. The amazingly nice person that this bus driver was he calls the 60 to see if he can ask him to wait at the next stop so i can catch it. There was no reply. This man kind that he is speeds up catches the 60 at the next stop and tells me that i should run and see if the bus infront of us is the 60 and not to worry at all if its not since he shall wait till i either get on the bus or come back to his so i am not stranded with no bus. The bus indeed was the 60 and the lady and my friend and I ended up catching the bus. I hope there are more bus drivers like that of the 65, totally makes one's day :).
I get to university , dejected that there is no way i can watch the France- England game. It would have been fun, since it would be one time that my best friend and i would support different teams. She and her bro Aghiles are avid French supporters whereas i am an OWEN fanatic ( I know its hard to tell :P ). I sat in the library and had to hear the live commentary of the game instead :(.. Well to my dismay.. i guess it would have been better if i didnt hear that darn game!!!! The first half i spent drawing comics on how i would kill capello for not including owen in the starting line up.. hah socca gal,.... killing stupid Italian soccer coach capello like Owen did to Germany in 98 . I detest capello even though he made real win,... he is self centered stupid and full of shit! To make matters worse he is italian... why do Italian people related to socca manage to take my cake frosting all the time!!! The second half the man went crazy taking off Gerrard, Terry ( he was injured though), Becks and Rooney. I know its a friendly but oh my damn... he introduced Owen for which i was ecstatic ... till he played... i love Owen... so hard to write this... but what the hell was he doing? why was he in soo deep... he needed to be more upfront with crouch. He didnt play horrible , he played well.. however he didnt play owen. The penalty by Ribery thus ended the game in a 1-0 win. What boring game. It is bound to be with an italian coach like capello playing defensive and France who are also known to play defensive.... but come on with the likes of the attackers like anelka, owen, rooney, ribery, trez etc... the only shot to goal being the penalty of ribery...disappointing..The result was as disappointing... try wearing on England jersey, with the loss of the game being jeered by random hobos...there is the additional... hey maybe they shall win Euro...oh wait they are not there!!! To which i cant help but go drama queen on their ass and say really wow i didnt know... you know in the cult i worship, i was locked up in this room, with no TV, NET, NEWSPAPER OR HUMAN CONTACT... i also was blind and deaf.. so i would not know... thanks soo much for letting me know... Its amazingly nice of you.. are you always this nice to people... or is it cause you are happy they let you out of the mental asylum today.... Ya damn right bitch walk away ...don't ever argue about my fav player or team.. i shall not think otherwise ever...
I did however before the England game go with my friends to watch the Argentina- Egypt game. In contrast that was some nice game, fast paced. Argentina won 2-0 with two amazing goals one by Aguerro and the other which was a beautiful absolute stunner of a header by a defender called Nicolas Burdisso. An amazing pass by Gago that left me wondering why he doesn't play like so for Real. What wrong have we done to you Gago... besides canna putting the moves on you... is it that we pay you even though some games your credibility as an undercover opponent is turned a blind eye on. It was rather unfortunate that aguerro missed that goal, since Gago had done all the hard work and all that Kun had to do was tap it in....Lets hope Gago shall play so with Madrid...What amazed me most about this friendly and amused me too was the Egyptian players trying to kill the Argentinian players lol... i mean wow did they injure alot of poor Argentinians... one particular Egyptian player must be commended , he took two men down, he elbowed one Argentinian player whose head rolled back and hit his teammates injuring him too. Now that is skill... man that is some next level fouling hehehe...
Disappointed and dejected from the England game--- sigh i have only one option left...to study!!! I cant study well in quiet places that well. I need a distraction, just a bit not a full blown one. Thus the area behind the Page break aka the coffee lounge is perfect. I had left to get staple some papers and when i was coming back i was walking through the shelves , when all of a sudden i get ambushed by this book that lands right on my head... i think i was dazed for 5 min before i felt the pain... some bum was trying to get a book on the other side of the shelf and the book on the side i was walking through fell and landed on my HEAD!!!!! The guy asks me if i am ok... ofcourse i am ok, its not like this heavy books fell on my head and gave me a bump now...you piece of wannabe hobo, dont ask stupid questions and help me up!...This is why the library seemingly nice, cosy study area, that is so well looked upon by everyone is the most evil and silent health hazard of all.. So next time you are told go be productive and study in the library retell this tale and add this would not happen while watching socca in a bar... so is it worth the chance of killing most of the brain cells, or getting amnesia and forgetting everything while studying in the library and not remember any thing that you learnt. Or play/watch a socca game and be happy and retain the already info existing in your brain.
As disappointing as hearing about Owen was ... it can only get better for the calm and deadly striker. Hope to see him score more and more goals...

alles Owen and Hala Madrid

Sale to a drunk,Owen , Real and piece of shit canna

My stupid exams and midterms were still going on... what i dont get is the memorizing of stupid shit... i mean honestly... since when were we not going to refer to a text or something when we need some information. Ridiculous it would be that we should know it off heart. There also lies the chance that you may have "misremembered" ( lol this word i shall never forget heard it on tv when some huge baseball player said about this doctor who injected him with steroids ). So would you take the chance knowing that you may have it wrong or would you rather just look it up and have the assurance that you are right. If the latter which ofcourse is the correct choice is the choice you picked then why remember in the first place, is it not already there in the reference to be looked at. Now i am not saying that you should not have some memory, would be really hard to know which artery you have to name if you didnt know what an artery was. Anyways my rant about studies is over, i detest them at the moment ( yes i do like reading and knowing and conducting experiments sometimes) and do not wish to talk of it.
St. Patrick's day was interesting enough. God bless the Irish i have no idea what this day really symbolizes and before i try to find out i am usually drunk off green beer and green shots :) and dress in my favourite color GREEN. This day however falls on my Father's birthday hence of course i cannot really not go home. On my way however when i was perfectly sober i had the fortunate of having my two awesome buddies AGAIN aghiles and nebil accompanying me. This time it was horrible, the bus was filled with drunk people since drinking on St. Patricks day begins in the morning (damn these Irish, they can party). The bus was packed and we had to stand, i was not really near aghiles and nebil and made the great mistake of trading my spot a bit further with the lady next to them so i don't lose them and feel more safer next to them. Oh my damn was i wrong. They decided to while their time by SELLING me to a drunk on the bus. They look at me and tell me its ok if you like the man just say so. Aghiles further goes to add i can ask him out for you ( this is nothing really new we have done this to each other in the past... yes you really can see the buddy-buddy love). I reply that he is crazy and that i don't know what he is talking about and he should calm down. All of a sudden then i hear them whispering to the drunk's ( the so called crush of mine) friend who was drunk that i am shy and quite taken by their friend if he could tell that to my so called crush. To this the drunk replies he is married ... i was relieved this shall end here. How wrong could i have been, i mean its aghiles and nabil..it never ends... they now try to convince me i am drunk when i was perfectly sober... to which aghiles says god you drank so much you forgot... sheesh wat shall i do with you...!!!!! I guess i never have a dull day with my friends around lol... dont worry i shall get them back! Well one i already did... aghiles is hard to get back since he seems to have done a PHD on this shit!
The Easter weekend was amazing ... with Owen scoring, playing really well... though my lil hobo could have scored more... i was absolutely taken with his play, calm and composure that game. He played support rather than lead striker which is an odd and new position to the wonder boy however he did a brilliant job of it. Yes i know there shall be some ass reading this contradicting saying he was not all that... well firstly yes he was for an injured player and for a new position and as a captain he did bloody well, also yes i am not blind nor do i need you to teach me my game i know he missed... but come on the first shot he missed was a beauty... Keller that hobo was just too amazing to make that save. I was sooo high that day on this win... i was absolutely thrilled... even though talking to a friend a day or two back about Owen made me cry this made up for everything bad lol... exams midterms everything.. not celebrating my favorite holiday holi...everything.
Little did i know that i have the socca curse and am doomed not to be happy for long.. on Sunday real lost thanks to the beloved Gay icon Cannavaro who is stupid idiotic and the cause of all my misery. He always is, i dont think i hate anyone more than this man and he is soo shitty for real i dont know how to explain it in words other than swears. Real played well, were plain unlucky and had that man whore canna on the team... to those who dont like me talking of him go fuck yourself or canna the latter i would wish on none though. Batista is equally mentally challenged if you ask me. I was a little surprised to see the St. Casillas make a bit of a wrong judgment so unlike him in the last goal that got Valencia ahead. One player i would like to give credit to whom i dont like and have always been harsh on is El Capitano who deserves this title. He played heart and soul this game and thanks to Hildebrand's amazing saves was denied a hat trick. Raul is definitely Madrid and i shall never ever forget this game that he played that made him make my heart softer towards him. I wish he stays with Real as long as he wishes and goes out with a flair that he deserves for loving this team so much.

Thoughts in my head during and after the game:
-- don't cry you fool!!
-- did we really lose at home wtf!!!!
-- canna i hate you i hate you and i hope you DROP DEAD TWICE and then some more
-- Raul you are amazing *bow*
-- i don't want to study :(
-- call aghiles to play super smash bros brawl
-- at least my bro cant tease me since arsenal lost too
-- canna i shall sell your ass on the streets and with the money i make buy a flame thrower and burn you ... i hate you...

----Barca are now only 4 points back fuck fuck fuck

Either way this lil heart shall still say go Owen and Madrid again... as usual...hehe

Hala Madrid

Midterms, midterms , insomia,snow ,REAL and OH so good

the 3 days have beeen crazzzzzzzyyyy.... stupid midterms,...,. wtf is wrong with the professors... a MIDterm..means an exam in the middle of the term ...THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY TWO MIDTERMS FOR ONE COURSE..ITS NOT A MIDTERM THEN IS IT ?....honestly this is how i know that the my profs and university is not smart...and most made their way there through some serious lap dancing...
I had 2 midterms on Monday, two on Tuesday, i had a lab that day which was dissecting the heart of this pigeon that i have been molesting ( this is not the literal meaning..i dont do anything of that sorts with creatures), since we are studying its internal anatomy since a week. The bag that the half dissected shark, pigeon and mud puppy were in smelled HORRIBLE!!!! so not only was i tired and looked like a crack whore since i didn't sleep much and had bags that soccer balls can fit, i now smelt like rotten animals. Then i have no time to come home and sleep because the next day i have this report due for plants that i had not even started. I spent now the 4 th day ( didnt sleep weekend since i worked and then had to study) without sleep. I finish the report and then FALL asleep ... i pass out...i worked my ass off typing researching and i hand it in late because of this. THE ONLY HIGHLIGHT OF THAT DAY WAS GETTING THE MOST AMAZINGLY SWEET TEXT MESSAGE FROM A FRIEND IN INDIA, HOPING THAT I AM ALL RESTED.. THAT TOTALLY MADE MY DAY :).... i talked to my plants lab coordinator who is amazingly nice and says its ok.
Thursday i get to university go to my population genetics class and in my discussion group after that class that i have not read the paper on, i still get full marks since the TA is amazingly nice.. i have missed three of these discussions and the TA gave me full marks even though i didn't attend since i was sick.. he went out of his way to give me all my test papers back since he noticed i didn't pick them up. He is also the best marker ever... he gives me marks sometimes i think for just attempting the question.. i read my theory on some of the answers back and i don't make sense to my self and all he removes, if he does that is , is 0.25 marks ..... i am soooo amazingly lucky to have such a wonderful teaching assistant (TA).
After my class, what does a girl who has not really slept for 4 days and for the longest time is not sick,working, playing socca or studying do? Why play cards and watch UEFA games of course...my friend has this Scottish friend who was also playing cards with us and he was sooo overjoyed to find out that rangers beat werder bremen...and WTF poor Spurs and Everton what a fight they put up and sad they didn't make it through....
After that we decide that we need more than this so we go to OH SO GOOOD.... hahah this place is soo aptly named the deserts are oh sooo goood aahahha...it was delicious. The best part was seeing all my friends, socca buddies...it was like the immigrants unite dinner hahahah we are all not Canadian and we make fun of this fact all the time... i think our table looked more like a refugee camp heheh and i declare that and everyone turns..its like my friend says about me when i talk its like i make an announcement to the whole room --yes i am that friggin loud... and no i cant help it...and if you think thats not nice go hibernate in some library or fuck yourself ... coz you have no friends! On the way to oh soo good i had the luck of being stuck with my best friend and another good friend who think that they have been sent on Earth to tease me. Aghiles will hit Nebil and instead of Nebil hitting Aghiles back, he shoves me... this went on with comment about women and kitchen's etc all way long... and the funniest part was when they pushed me and since it BLOODY SNOWED AGAIN , i fell into the snow pile ...then went whooosh straight down ... i am short this thing was bloody deep... now i am stuck since i cant climb out of this snow hole i am in!!!!! they had to dig , pull and get me out lol./...you think they would be done with me for the day.. on the way back from oh so good...in THE BUS they made remixes of songs about me.. and this friend Adam with all sorts of derogatory things in the songs... and not only did everyone in the bus have the pleasure of this the little bitch Aghiles recorded it with his cellphone!!! so now there is a bloody video of this shit! the funny thing is that i could not help laughing till tears rolled down because the way he changed the songs was hilarious regardless of how disturbing it was to hear him describe how i am a cheap hoe. hehehe how i love my friends always manage to cheer me and make me laugh :)...

The only depressing factor is Owen may not make it to the england team... i love this player alot i have followed him day in day out since i saw him play in 98, my first socca game i saw Argentina vs England. i am actually fucking pissed... leaving owen out is bullshit... and if you are going to tell me he is out of form blah... screw you.. with Newcastle , yes he is not scoring but there is also the factor that there is no good mid and owen always needed a good support since he is the best finisher...also fit not fit he has always bloody scored and given it all for piece of whore england... that stupid country is the reason he is injured and not fit and has these problem...that wannabe whore capello can go sleep with his right hand... i hate him! every time i think of this i start crying tooo :(... i cant even go without tearing up... i absolutely adore owen and this would be the worst way to see him end his career... i want to watch him play and win the silverware he wants :( :'(.... hoping that this happens :(

HIGHLIGHT OF WEEK- MADRID STILL 8 POINT LEAD THANKS TO BARCA LOSS AHHAHA

HALA MADRID-- and I *HEART * MICHAEL OWEN

snow, snow,memories of a party,work and more SNOW

The weather here is mother nature's revenge on people in the entire world. My friend was right this place should have been called iceland!!!... It wont stop snowing...no its not pretty, its depressing, too bright and not to mention I HAVE TO SHOVEL!.. the shoveling is not as bad as the bizarre fact that i have run out of room to put the fucking snow!!
Yesterday was my best friend's bday and his sister and me had to run around in party clothes (aka not warm) trying to get the cake and then to the restaurant from one end of town to the other. It was however worth it,.. the cake was a cute little soccer field, he was stunned to find out his gift which was the new Adidas power swerve cleats personalized with name and number :) and the best multi player game ever smash bros brawl. the party was fun at the club, though it got boring because the music was really annoying and no hiphop played at all which is what most of us like to dance to. Not to mention atleast for the girls it was disgusting to watch these two girls who were barely dressed to being with put up a strip/lap show....it was an ok day, didn't go through as we planned at all,.. this too was thanks to the weather that was horrible!!! However alcohol cures all,.,..hehe apparently very happy i was and the conversation i had with a friend was hilarious...however that lil sneak wanted me to type my blog when i was drunk for his personal amusement. Though lol i do agree that would have been amusing, however i was more inclined to sleep than to write.
Today i wish i just never woke up.. watching Newcastle was as usual dampening... they lost 3-0 to Liverpool. Owen was nowhere to been seen it seemed , not that the ball traveled to the other side anyways. The defenders hardly mark any players..i dont know if this is a sign that they already surrender or that they are delusional and dont know from time to time which team they are playing for. It is really hard as a huge no INSANE Owen fan to watch him play like this. I think for the other fans out there i should stop watching and supporting my teams seems whoever i cheer for lose...either way as usual i shall next game say GOO OWEN THAT NEXT TEAM NEWCASTLE AND ITS AMAZING SKIPPER MICHAEL OWEN -- mehh there is no hope for me heheh i am addicted every little bit.
The Madrid game that was today as well was a bit disappointing, since this was SAINT IKER CASILLAS 300th league game, i would have preferred a clean sheet. Raul however got his 200th goal..even in a slump he managed to break records hehe. However they won 2-1 so no worries. The liga is still in the bag. Hopefully Barcelona lose tomorrow. I had to miss half of real's game which was not good since i was scared it would end in a draw since the score at half time was 1-1.The weather was ok and i thought hey i need the money i shall go to work. When i get there 2 hours later the weather becomes soo horrible! I really dont get how the hell people get out of their house and come to BUY BOOKS IN 25 cm or more of snow.... well it got really worse to the point that getting home later would be not safe so the store got closed ( i work in a bookstore). Some retarded customers actually gave me dirty looks, sarcastic comments and some yelled at me since the store was closing... what kind of hobos are they mehh... the one that made me finally crack was this guy and girl looking at me and then with a sneering face telling me this is Canada, get use to the snow, why do you need to close,..

thoughts in running through my head then:
not only are you an inbreed but you are a planned inbreed.
is this punked..Ashton where are you hiding you got me with the being white racist and retard acting these people are carrying out
what the fuck do i care
do i look like i can control the closing and opening of the store you piece of whore
The snow would look so much better with red blood and two dead bodies on it

i replied back though that i would be most pleased to live here all night or i would stay longer if they give me a ride home safely in this snow storm. my dad decides to pick me up and we could not see anything but snow hitting the car, the vipers hardly moved due to the wind and snow, i had to roll down my window to make sure there are no cars coming. However we still ended up in a ditch and these very nice and amazing guys come help us back on the road.

What a day.. the weather was like my mood, angered -stormy depressed and gray. Coming home things hit worse.. thanks to a very nice friend i was forced to shower and things became all good heheh. Showers are the best things invented... something amazing about having hot water and the sound of water thats soo calming..not to mention the nice fresh smell :). If not for the shower i would still be sobbing, depressed and on the verge of losing it.. thanks to a silly AC Milan fan (who most definitely is a closet Real Madrid fan) i am all cheery as can get at least again.. :)

However the cloud does have a silver lining: 8 point lead for now HALA MADRID

Cakes,Roma and being a female real fan

you know the calm before the storm.. ahh welll today my walk to university was just like that..
Being one of the few real fans... not to mention of the loud ones as well...i am known by people who play/ watch soccer... going to ollivers(the university bar) was just begging to be reminded and taunted of the horrible real loss. For the most part i managed to avoid people who were merely there to taunt me.
However little did i know that today of all the days i had to go make sure that the decorations on my best friends cake are as wanted. His birthday surprise is on Friday and unfortunate for me the best pastry shop is located in Little Italy here in Ottawa. I got a call from them demanding i come today so as to make sure the cake is ready for tomorrow. As i walked towards the shop, silly as it seems, i could feel the Italian fans eyes on and jesting me , haha talk about losing my mind. However i walked on with my held high and my Madrid hat and scarf :). Walking on Preston street gave me a deja vu of last World Cup, where my best friends and I were the only France fans amongst thousands of Italian hooligans :P. The end result was just as heart wrenching as yesterday's game. I walked into the shop, talked over the beautiful soccer field design that we are to have for the cake. I was waiting for the great A-ok, since i walked 20 min from the train stop, i was a bit heated so i removed my winter coat and my scarf and hat and lay them on this table in the cafe end of the little shop, while i gabbed with one of the girls working there. All of a sudden i hear the door open and from the corner see a group of guys wearing the Italy jacket enter and turn towards the table my stuff was dumped on. Thinking that they probably just were commenting on transferring the stuff off since they needed a place to sit , i turn around to talk to them. All i hear is "hahah What a fucking team, Roma annihilated them." This was all my hot little head needed to start motherly defending Madrid. i yell back at the guy " It really must hurt knowing that even in half a decade Roma would still hold less CL titles than Real. It must be hard knowing that there are little flowers growing at old trafford where Totti cried after 7-1 murder."
I picked my belongings and was about to leave when one of them looks at me and starts to talk.. In my head i thought here we go this will never end and i shall probably be beaten up with the feisty and cracking tongue that i have... the guy asked me is that your real scarf, i was like it is and i love it. Then he goes on to add with the most bewildered look on his face " But you are a girl, i am so sorry if i didn't mean it that way to you. Madrid is good , its sad they lost." I was stunned and stood there with my eyes squinting to try and register what came out of this boy's mouth for the longest time. Was this a compliment or a sexist remark. What the hell, how did they change their mind so much because of me being a girl. However instead of acknowledging this luck the stubborn, stupid, angered Real Fan in me manages to mumble a stuttered i have no liking for Roma at all and will never like Totti. The guy laughs and offers to buy me a hot chocolait, repeating he was merely jesting at Real no hard feelings. I refuse still scowling and go back to waiting for the baker to get back to me with the bill. After 10 mins or so the girl charges me, tells me the pick time for the cake and before i leave hands me a medium sized cinnamon Hot Chocolait courtesy of Roma fans written on the Styrofoam cup. I laugh nod my head in a thank you as i exit out the door to hurry catch the train back to make it back to university.
I guess being a female Real Fan makes tons of a difference, because had i been a guy this would have definitely had a more bruised ending ;).
However
I still hate Roma, Totti and that nazi DeRossi! Just when i had forgotten how i hate Italian teams, Roma reminded me that i still despise them more than ever.
i reach university, and go study for a bit and then play cards with my friends while listening to rangers game commentary on BBC radio from his laptop, since my friends, friend is a Scottish, and getting updates on the games going on today for UEFA. Playing cards has become a trademark of my friends and i hehe. It's fun relaxing and we cheat most horribly, ahh the joys of being in university :)

Hala Madrid

Life, Real and sanity of moi!

To think my first blog entry would be a rant...how i love socca

Madrid the team that has it all, beautiful socca( i shall not call it football...i am used to socca so deal with it),talents, glory,passion, just showed me one of the most depressing days. They lostat home to Roma.. the worshiper in me says no worries...we have the crucial away goal. We are REAL MADRID who can beat us at Santiago with the million screaming fans. however the players had something different in mind,..even with the domination we were not able to get the goal..Bastita my friend aims for the moon when the goal is level with his head! The coach already was beginning to piss me off with the line up and then worse when i realised that we hardly have a good bench..., 0-0 halftime...wtf.. is this my real..the one who ppl fear to play home games to.. where is the fire the i fucking own this turf bitch attitude...i guess injured with the rest of our injured squad...My best friend me watching the game after halftime screaming swears in all languages at the horrible passing... i wonder if real thought that since its a home game the roma players need help and lets pass to them... then comes the goal... a header.. i think my breath stopped...and my eyes watered a bit ... before mind regained the blow... bam RAULLLLLLLLLLLLLL ---Il Capitanooooo strikes again...hehhe i know it was an offside goal..but hey ref's call we got it ;).... i scream, hug , dance a bit , HOPE 98...DOUBT 2....how stupid and naive i am... pepe red carded... real lose it all... bam comes the second goal... soo upset i cried half an hour later....My friends, most of whom love my rival team Barcelona or support Manchester, feel pity or are plain scared of me since i do have this weird love and passion that may make me say and do things i dont mean to, try to cheer me up. I love them all and it works outside..however i am still raw that WE LOST A CHANCE FOR THE 5TH TIME TO GET 10TH CHAMPIONS TROPHY...

these were and are current thoughts running in my head:
be a sport you love socca, roma played well
fuck that shit...i hate roma, loathe them, i want totti and derossi to cry like the pedazo di mierda they are..
why real why... how did it come to this..
i love my friend in india who made me write this and i miss her soo much...
wish roma die... and then die again!

Its been a rough week. I am writing this blog at 1 am here to begin with mehh. The weather here is horrible, i was so happy to learn that once in my entire university time a lab got canceled and to make it better the day my darling team plays. All ruined from Real losing to this stupid snow i have to shovel this, and i am running out of space to pile snow, cant get out of the house to cheer myself. I have also redirected my sour little mood to this poor guy who has nothing to do with anything and said hi to cheer me up on the loss of my team. sigh all this and i still know that i LOVE Madrid and shall still be this crazy 21 yr old supporting them next game with hope in my eyes...ahhh well HALA MADRID!

---zizowen