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
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
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
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
Thursday, March 13, 2008
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
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
Saturday, March 8, 2008
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
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
Thursday, March 6, 2008
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
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
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
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