7/11/10

I Don't Really Feel World Cup

Hey there bloggers?!
How are you??
First, I want to congrats Spain for the first victory ever in World Cup 2010.
Yeah, I hate to say this: "Congrats, once more!"
You guys deserve the triumphant of deceitfulness, and successfully nail myself to deep disenchantment.
Why must Spain??
Other countries are eligible.
Spain?! Oh you mean a total joke!
They play suck! Tore the opponent mentally!
The colors of the final? I guess the referee man see black and white.
Blinded by skewness and worst, how could he acted cool by bringing many yellow cards?!
Rain of yellow cards, actually.
Oh, whatsoever.
Hatred surround me, but wait! There are even millions as same as me.
I cry, they cry, we cry.
We curse for tears that come out, we scream our emotion of loss.
I won't make any offense. The fact is, they're no good at all.
My own descriptions for Spain? Here:
1. Smartly deceitful
2. Master of malingering,
3. A team full of Don Juans and the jet-sets, play good gigs not only on the field. Oh come on, you know, Spanish are well known for their best treatment against women in form of seduction, which means, they're good 'players' after all. Spanish footballer frequently score A in enticing woman's heart. Oh... and
4. They're lousy wretch! Always!!

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My opinion for this 2010 World Cup:
1. Italy and France aren't listed in my favorite teams anymore. Since they played like toothless tiger, I prefer to dump them.

2. Brazil?! Oh come on fellas! This one usually stands on the top of people's choice, but you already knew the fact that they play coarsely huh? Felipe Melo, our mascot!! Let's welcome and greet him! The legendary dynamic duo? Ronaldo and Ronaldinho?? Anyone???

3. I never expect a new champion frankly, so I bet either Argentina or Germany would win.

4. The timing, planning, and ticketing are badly structured. All things I can say, BAD-BAD-BAD! even the ball, what's the name? Ah! Djae-bulan-o? No? Nah, Jabulani! Yup, a shabby stuff.

5. A stage of dramas, *yawning.

6. A place of trickiness, where we find deterioration in fairness, equity, and virtue.

7. Is am-ah-zeeng! I'm grateful that World Cup's allowed for men. Each year it brings you another toys, just fresh from the factory, tee-hee!

8. Please blame on the referees for this year's World Cup!! They're fags!

9. I wave mid finger for these guys:
a. Felipe Melo (You rock man! You rock!! I like it when you done rough to Robben! And I love your effort on adding 1 for Holland!)
b. Kaka (Aha! Idiotic-a, who says he's a rookie of hottie?)
c. Carlos Tevez (Great oomph there Oompa Loompa, but you better off shut your wide mouth, or else I'll spare my sharp knife for those teeth)
d. Angel Di Maria (Dev Patel? A star in the making, or we'd rather say CR7 to be?)
e. Gonzalo Higuain (A play-maker, but can we just say a womanizer instead? now that fits a lot to him)
f. Cristiano Ronaldo (No comment, this man is seriously dashing and going to be sooo huge this year, I have nothing to say or to brag about, LOL)
g. Wayne Rooney (Come on man!! How can you get so sluggish? And how can you turn into a bloated furry thing? Aaaarrgh! Shrek's an ogre no more, he's a clown, gee, now they fear nothing)
h. Sergio Ramos (Don Juan #1, Nelly Furtado is surely smart for unbind by your sinister serenades)
i. Iker Casillas (Don Juan #2, Oh! Watch out ladies, we detect a... oh nothing! Just a bee. But still, aware of its sting! It's noxious for unlucky and single one)
j. Fernando Torres (Don Juan #3, Wow! We just can't stop to wow-ing at you, such a nice going, young man! I guess it's the trend out there to have babies before marriage, eeer...)
k. Andres Iniesta (After brought Holland down, I curse you! This guy's accused guilty for many cases of knavery, and you ought to share Oompa Loompa look with Tevez)
l. Luis Suarez (Taa-raaah! Our man of the match, this weird-eared man reminds me much of dwarf from Lord of The Rings. I love your action of how to save your team, keep up the good job! Woo-hoo! Adore you!!)
m. Gerard Pique (Go shave your beards, eeew... then back to the field)
n. Georgios Samaras (This greek's so ancient! Craving hard for the ball might put you in trouble)
o. Robinho (Obama everyone?? Why'd you have to play gross? Perhaps Holland nerve you so much)

10. I think I'm full now. It's enough. I can feel relieved a bit by putting things of disappointment and dejection here. Thanks, I really am blissful to have you, my dear blog. And all I want to know for the upcoming World Cup is synchronized harmony, not this frigging one. And all I want to have is my favorite team to be the champion. I just impatient for 2014! Woot woot!

Oh! 4 years for the World Cup! That will be so long and, uuugh... harsh. World Cup shares a cup of annoyance. And here's a note for you Dedy Corb*zier!
"You don't have to act like you know everything!!! Quit bitching like girl and performing shoddy stuff! Your prediction's all wrong! Go get a better teacher to train you! Wtf with NC1253HZ6?! You ask people to crack that code of mystery, now bail yourself out from us of everything you've done! A fool like you barfing spells and magics to be just like Angel or Copperfield?! Never!"




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