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