Portugal Pains

mother^$*^%&#*&%#&*@! i expected portugal to whoop angola's ass back to where it came from. the first 20 seconds was when it all started, the excitement and the adrenaline pumping into systems, coz ronaldo (young and cute and oh-so-arrogant) went straight out for a quick goal. my figo is gettin a bit old, cant really run anymore but i still love him. bloody mistakes were made everywhere! if they're gonna play this badly throughout the group matches i'm gonna start crying sometime soon. sigh

speaking of sighing, my feelings have turned the other way around now, instead of feeling down in the gutter and listenin to the blues, i feel alot better suprisingly. i guess it's coz all the matches are finally taking my mind off of everything. i guess this is my way of relaxing...yelling at the screen and calling them dumb****s and shi-bai-lo-maS. hahahaha i'm just happy now that my mind's at ease, i dont have to think so much about what to do with particular people for about 9 hours and finally i get to stand still with the world for those mere seconds where the ball launches into the air and straight into the net. excellent~~~~

someone funny told me today that footballers are like gays. there's the strikers who are the tops, the defenders who are the bottoms and the midfielders who are versatile. the goalies are the diva queens with their hands up in the air like "Uh-uh, speak to the hand coz the face aint listenin biatch" with the three snaps. and you get the referee who's always "blowin" the whistle and giving out yellow cards and have the ability to OUT a player. okay i sorta spoilt the joke, but it was hilarious when i heard it. since it's 5.30AM in the morning i'm allowed to make horrible jokes which arent funny or re-tell funny jokes which arent amusing to the reader.

okay i guess i should be logging off sometime soon coz i have a date with my handsome pillow. ta-ta