This is why
Friday, 31 December 2010 | 11:45 pm
Couldn't find torresleadscongoline.gif — I SWEAR TO GOD. The one time I feel it's relevant to use, it refuses to co-operate and show up. *bitchfacesinfrontofscreen*
- It was the 19th FIFA World Cup. Thank you, South Africa.
- July 11 was the most beautiful day of the year. And I loved the fireworks.
- The world heard Waka Waka. Just beautiful.
- Between the Buried and Me came & I was there.
- Heaven Shall Burn came & I was there.
- Marcus Bischoff hugged me — and left sweat on my hair. :/
- I received the Netherlands keychain and I feel so boss.
- I made awesome friends. Here's to having a decent 2nd semester.
- There was that moment when I almost got my Spain NT jacket. Jarr, you were there. (:
- My family for having those epic moments of the good, bad and confusing. I heart all of you.
THIS MAN.
Snap
| 1:25 am
I WILL GET YOU.
The jacket. Not you, Geri.
Another reason to watch Barça play...
Friday, 24 December 2010 | 8:48 pm
What is oxygen? There wasn't any air when I saw Afellay on the news earlier whilst eating dinner. It's alarming how this guy can make me forget food. Or to breathe. He has arrived.When you thought your day was DULL & you found AMUSEMENT on football blogs.
Thursday, 23 December 2010 | 9:33 pm
I just want to go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on—yeah. Footballers are invading my posts. Oh well.
When you thought you were happy before with your desktop background and you found this. SO PLEASED.
Always when you least expect it, awesome shit happens. All it took was my mentioning of dining at Swensen's in the near future to Ma because I was reading the morning paper, and she suggested we go on my 21st, but then I told her no because I'd prefer a Real Madrid jersey and a labret/Monroe piercing.
Here's to hoping nothing gets messed up.
THIS.
A Merry Christmas, indeed.
BONUS Jajaja! Aw, man.
To Conquer The World With Cheese!
Tuesday, 21 December 2010 | 9:40 pm
I turned to the Sport section of today's paper and — boom.
There were 4 faces looking back at me: red-faced Ferguson, haggard Hodgson, angry Benitez, and an unimpressed Mourinho. All very intriguing, though the news on Mou & Co. was old news; I know some wonderful communities that keep me up to date. Even with a two-page spread, when put closely together, it feels kind of imposing.
Like, which one do I read first? Dilemma overload.
I discovered ItaloBrothers last night, and I'll tell you this: It is strange to hear someone actually sing to Jumpstyle. I don't know if it's been done before because the kind that I'm used to is without any singing, but it was definitely a first for me. I especially like Radio Hardcore and Love Is On Fire.
While we're on the subject — FOR THE LOVE OF BLUE EYES AND LONG LASHES, Coone. You're killing me.
And to end this meaningless ramble of a post composed in a state of a disoriented mind, with a recent favourite gif:
Two Fernandos in one frame.
Pleased? Very.
This Is Bad Mood Shitting
Sunday, 19 December 2010 | 7:16 pm
Oh, Basti.Sigh.
FUCK OFF
Friday, 17 December 2010 | 11:37 pm
Stop giving me reasons to be angry about. I can't help it. It tires me.
In all seriousness, can't you fucking stay away for one fucking week? YOU MAKE ME WANT TO BASH YOUR FUCKING FACE IN.
And YOU should be working. YOU should be making life easier. YOU should be able to give the parents some money monthly. YOU should fucking pay me back, asshole. It's my fucking money and you simply took it like it's nobody's business. FUCK YOU.
I HATE YOU.
And I fucking mean it.
You made me this way.
Danza Kuduro
Tuesday, 14 December 2010 | 9:13 pm
I've been listening to this song, and I know how Spanish sounds like but Portuguese? It sounds a bit like French and spelled out like Spanish. Anyway, Wikipedia had cleared that bit up for me. I understand better now.
Oh, happy song.
And—OMG—these two:
Shaqueel & Damián.WHY SO ADORABLE?!
Like, We Ain't Even Bothered
Friday, 10 December 2010 | 11:04 pm
No picture for this post because I can't bloody decide.
Well, holy shit.
The bass is better on the earphones when dressed with sponges. I keep telling Ma that they keep slipping off like it's not my business and, get this: she reasoned with me that the hole of my ears are small, which is hard to believe because that would mean the diameter of the earphones are smaller compared to the hole of my ears. Is that what she's saying? Would that not mean the hole of my ears are actually big? WHAT? Or is it the other way round? I'm so confused.
It doesn't matter; such matters should not worry me too much. My ears are feeling so snug and warm right now, like bracing the cold weather in just a baggy, comfortably fuzzy, warm sweatshirt one wet afternoon some time ago that made me just want to cuddle and — just be.
Good times.
I broke my Friday tradition today by not playing the Le Hardstyle Domine playlist because, apparently, my On-The-Go 3 plays songs that inject some kind of high in me, like, it doesn't matter that I'm sacrificing my vacation hours to fatten my bank account because I am high without the drugs. A healthy high, how about that, aye?
And the playlist only has two songs, but I have to give much thanks to the banging awesomeness that is Manga (maNga?) maNga for saying "I don't think they'll give up the rage," and "I could love you more than they hate". Those words kind of fed my almost-on-indefinite-hibernation plot bunny to fucking life.
About time you woke up, bunny.
Also: I think Sarabia looks like someone. I just don't know who. I've been trying to figure it out. I'd hug Benz but maybe I'd just squirt water from the same bottle Pepe used on Sarabia instead. A hat-trick. A fucking hat-trick. IMPRESSED.
Oh, and happy 23rd, Pipa.
I'm on a mission with my plot bunny. Welcome to the soon-ending 2010.
Be mushrooms.
Oh Noes
Wednesday, 8 December 2010 | 11:01 pm
I'll be brief and probably the briefness won't make any sense to you.
Nora has a brother: Leo! A victory put a smile on my face like it's thebest feeling in the world. And it was and it hit home - hard. I'd give Reina a hug. As a celebration, everyone will have to sing Pintame. I heard Pirata spoke English today. Why so adorable? Siiigh. Pipa will be back in 4 weeks instead of 2 months. Thanks for the mercy. Prank about San Iker: bloody cruel. Training pictures + witty commentary = A+++. I miss EPL. Liverpool. Also: give back my Champions League! Good luck, Gunners. Don't ask - I don't know why.
Be mushrooms.
Oh and this:
: )))))
Do Whatever
Sunday, 5 December 2010 | 4:32 pm
I'm not even going to bitch about the delayed kick-off between Osasuna and Barcelona that ate into the time slot of Real Madrid's match that was supposed to be televised live
And God, what's with Valencia and all the touching?
I'm quite content.
For now.
MF MF MF MF MF MF
| 5:34 am
STARHUB, should I hate you or Barcelona more than I already do?
Freaky Like OH
Saturday, 4 December 2010 | 3:50 am
I should sleep.
I can't stop listening to Madcon.
Maya Hi Maya Hu
| 2:15 am
I've activated my German keyboard and — wait, let me try these out.
Löw. Özil. Müller. Träsch. Großkreutz.
(Insert evil laugh here). I miss World Cup. Bah.
Gummibär!
I've lost it — just a little bit. I've been listening to Gummibär and I don't know why. Maybe it's the Gummy Bear Song that I like so much, or maybe I just like looking at its green body and bulging tummy bouncing in the videos. SO ANNOYINGLY CUTE. I wonder if there's a bear of this, er, wannabe gummy bear.
I actually ate today. I'm talking proper meal. A good sign because I think every fucking thing about that match just about killed my whole appetite for two days. I was in a bad mood. Possibly a bit depressed. But we move on.
I'm going back to work on Monday. A bit exhilarating because I get to sit at my desk again and abuse the keyboard. Good times. Also, I GET PAID, which means I get to buy FIFA 2011. Or maybe Need for Speed: Hot Pursuit. Or, and if my parents refuse to grant my ultimate birthday wish, a Real Madrid jersey.
Bah.
I'm so fucking tired.
GTFO
Wednesday, 1 December 2010 | 12:56 am
UPDATE I can't do it. I'm just going to rot in front of the TV.
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If I feel like it.
I want a pair of tight headphones, you feel me? The one that wraps around your head snug, trapping all the music in so you'll get near to being deaf when you take them off after. These earphones are pissing me off. Seriously.
Stupid fucking shit.