World 11 vs Europe 11

today was one of those bright british days, the sun was shinning thru the cracks of my curtain when i got up. was kinda nice, to actually feel the hot sun on my skin after soooooooo long.

another typical day, went to work, came home. i was eating my dinner when basil came home and told me they are playing the tsunami charity match on itv2, so we headed for gerrard's place, watched so many world class players play football like school children, ronaldhino was a sight to vitness and so was old timer zola, who is 38 and actually scored for euro 11. other than them i think gerrard (of liverpool, not my friend) and song played awesome.

felt like shit that we walked in the blistering cold to go watch such a lousy match, came home and i'm doing some work for my final year project...

i buzzed one of my uni mates earlier thru msn, i think he is having a bad day or maybe going thru menstruation, i dunno, he slammed on me, oh well we all have one of those days, besides i kinda think he is one of those lose cannons, sometimes i fear being around ppl like that. knowing how i also have a very evil and ugly side when i get pissed of, i fear i'm flamable to hot heads like him. i'd rather make friends than enemies. besides, i hate getting punched in the face considering my pretty face is kinda worth a lot. okay i'm starting to talk cock already.

later...