Arrivederci Azzurri

This is the end for the azzurri. Just as some of their fans predicted, they didn't make it to the final 8. They gained a victory against Bulgaria for 2-1. But the Swedes and the Danish drew on 2-2, making the victory nothing but a bittersweet taste of the Euro. And their ticket home.

Farewell, Azzurri. Hope this misfortune would be a way to better Azzurri next time. We'll see you in Germany 2006.

*solemnly puts a mourning outfit*

Italy's Misfortune(s)

Fresh from watching the match of Italy vs Sweden which resulted in a (another) draw. Only this time it's 1-1. The italians led first when Cassano headed a pass from Panucci. But came the second half, the italians were tired and under a lot of pressure. Just 5 minutes before the 90 minutes time is up, the swedes even the score. It was 1-1 by Ibrahimovic. The score stayed unchange until the time is up and quoting the commentator 'Italy's hope is hang by a thread'.

Honestly, I do feel disappointed (naturally). After having a glimpse of glory, I was denied by the mishap in front of the net. I'm not blaming anyone. It has been a rough european campaign for Italy. First, their opening match against the Danish resulted in a goalless draw. Then misfortune came with the form of Totti's 3 matches ban (which personally, it's not such a great loss). Now, the whole campaign hangs by a thread after another draw. But also frankly, I don't think that Italy would make it to the finals. They still have a chance by beating Bulgary next week. But only if the swedes also defeat the danish. If the danish wins, the italians have to pack their bags and go home sooner than they expected. The whole thing does remind me of what happen to France at the World Cup 2002. Could it happen again, this time round to Italy? We'll just have to wait and see.

I do feel disappointed more than I wanted to, till the point of accepting the simplest consolation like having Trulli finally finishes (at what cost) at the USA Grand Prix, after having (another) misfortune at the Canada GP last week. Golly, even seeing him is a consolation (naturally).

Well, off to bed now.

What a day!!!

Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgggh!!! This has been a helluva day! Don't mind the spelling now, I'm sleepy right now. It's 15 past midnight and I only had 1 hour of napping.

Did some shopping this morning. Got myself a...wait, two new pillows and two new pillowcases. Loves the color. It's baby blue with faded parquet texture. Just my thing. Didn't buy any holster yet. Maybe next mind, oops, next month. But planning the color combination right now. Damn, so sleepy right now.

Let's just get to the highlight of the day shall we? I need my beauty sleep. Anyway, I was rushing over to the cinema to see the new Harry Potter movie. Stood on me line, bothering me own business, when three ungrateful, spoiled, impolite, barbaric people just stand on the wrong side of the line. They were trying to swipe the line! Bloody barbarians they are. Nasty too. Got all steam up and decided to do all or nothing (with my dear cousin encouragement of course. Love you lass). Tap one on her shoulder, let her know there was only one line. Yes, ONE line u eedjit. One minute later, she was gone leaving her somewhat younger companion still on the WRONG side of the lane. Guess what? She came back dragging an awful looking thing I presummed her brother. And he, instead correcting her manner, stood on her previous post. I assumed they are siblings, you can see clearly from their manners and behaviour. Implecably rotten. Nasty rotten. Then my dear cousin (who was standing behind me) said that we should leave it to the boys (there's a man in front of me). She suggested that we should see if he (the man standing in front of me on the RIGHT lane) would up to the challenge. And bloody well, he wasn't! Then it all up to the ladies then. Almost on the edge of the lane, we tap him (the ungrateful lot) on the back and ask him to get in line. Yes, the RIGHT lane you eedjit. And like any other ungrateful lots, he refused and claimed that he got there before we do. How nice...rotten and a lying smug. They are definetely siblings. And apparantly badly need some bottlebottom glasses because he didn't see me there standing on the lane, before he did. Me! Me! The big girl with white shirt. Hello? Oh wait...he didn't have his glasses on. And his manner too. Damn those three ungrateful, rotten lots.

Anyway, there's me story on today's event. I'll be back tomorrow for the review on Harry Potter (who is turning out to be fine young lad. Watch out Orlando). Without the rage of course (thos damn ungrateful, rotten, impolite, barbaric eedjits).

Ps. If anyone feel offended, well...since I'm not in a very good mood...bugger off! Don't mind me post then.

There's an angel watching over me

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Blast from the past

So what do you with your past if it comes knocking on the door? Do you confront it? Do you embrace it? Do you...throw stones at it? Do you run from it? Do you hide from it? Me, I still have trouble deciding what to do. Sometimes I want to run and hide. Sometimes I just want to throw stones or something at it. But never was I confront it or even embrace it. I was too scare, too frightened, to be able to look it on the eye.

Well, one of my past just blast in yesterday (hence the title). It came so sudden, unexpected. I was browsing friendster just the other day. Clicking around on my kindegarten-elementary-junior-school page, when I saw someone I know from school time. He was this popular guy, not my crush but I had some encounter with him. I click his pix to get to his profile page. And there it was...on his list of friends, my old flame. The guy I proclaimed my first love, smiling in his pix. 'Damn' was my first reaction, 'I didn't expect this', was my second. Then while keep cursing (silently of course, didn't want to upset anyone), I click his smilling pic. The curiosity got the better of me.

So...I read his profile and found out that he's married and his job. Then I read the testimonials and found out his wife's name. Also he's a daddy-to-be. And I was...like...well, blasted. 'Damn' I said again. 'He has a good life' I said silently. Then I was...upset, unbalanced, or whatever. I didn't like that, for sure. I was ticked that he's having a good life when a couple of years ago he broke my heart. Wait, did he? Yeah, he did. He broke it with the worst possible scenario a broken heart could have.

I've been broken hearted before him. It was harsh, hard, and cruel. The guy totally reject me in the cruelest way. I was angry, gutted, pissed, and vowed for revenge. But it was the easy way out of love. It's like having your wound ripped even wider. But instead making it worse, it healed faster. I have no grunge or what-so-ever with that guy. But this guy...he didn't reject me, dissed me, or did something harsh. He was nice, friendly, kind, etc. At that time, I was so damn in love, so...so...in 7th heaven, so...so...on cloud nine, I thought there's something behind his niceness. I mistaken the signal...I thought I had hope, but he was just being nice.

It was the worst. It feels like you're flying with wings, frolicking between the clouds...then *poof* the wings are gone and you're falling down. But the fall feels like taking forever. And even when you hit the ground, you're still going even lower. The detox took almost 5 years. And it was costly...for me.

To be continued...

Van Helsing

Just saw Van Helsing last Sunday. It was...well, how do I put it? Felt like watching another sequel of The Mummy. Only this time it's Hugh Jackman, instead of Brendan Fraser. Kate Beckinsale instead of Rachel Weisz. And it's Count Draculla instead of Imhotep. The action was good. One thing about this Stephen Sommers' movie...like it's predecessor it was damn good thriller. Every scary scene, I could feel the intensity. And the hair on the back of my neck started to rise. I remember I was holding the collar part of my t-shirt, ready to pull it up and hide.

But I also remember how buff Hugh Jackman is. Especially when he ripped his shirt, ready to turn into werewolf to kill Count Draculla. Wooooohooo! A feast for a woman's eyes. There are a lot of scenes showing Hugh Jackman's buff body. It's one of it's strong point I must say. But there aren't much...well, exposure other than that. The vampire brides wear these sexy outfit, but not too sexy. Kate Beckinsale wears this corset kind of outfit. The only exposure done are by the men of the story.

One notable performance is by Lord of the Ring's Faramir, David Wenham. It's a total turnaround from his role in the famous trilogy. David Wenham plays the role of Carl, the friar that follows Van Helsing to Transylvania. Carl provided the comic relief in most of the scene. He's clumsy, slow-witted, scared easily. But what fascinate me is that it's different role from Faramir. But David Wenham play it excellently. He did great. He made me laugh uncontrolably...a lot. Well, that happened maybe becoz I was comparing him the Faramir through out the movie. My fave scene is the one when Carl and Van Helsing are in Rome, under the cathedral. Carl is showing Van Helsing around, when he shows him a big batch of glyserine. He takes a drop on his finger, and throws it toward a bunch of barrels. The barrels explodes, surprising people. Carl appologizes, and when he turns around facing the camera he's wearing this thing (looks like a goggle or glasses, just like the one Johnny Depp wears in Sleepy Hollow) and it makes his eyes looks bigger. And that just hit me like...a lightning of tickles, and I laugh so hard! So hard, I have to hold myself back real hard not to laugh outloud (nobody's laughing...or at least what I remembered). Good job, David Wenham!

I didn't put this post on my other blog (Lemontee's Favorite Things). Despite I love David Wenham's performance in it, it's not that good overall. Especially the vampire part, it's a bit lame. Seriously. Totally lame. Even Queen of the Damned looks better than that.