Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Five Red Cards in Brazilian "Peace" Match

This story is so ridiculous it speaks for itself. To coin the cliche - truth is indeed, stranger than fiction:


RIO DE JANEIRO, April 12 (Reuters) - Three players and both coaches were sent off on Sunday in a Brazilian derby which had been preceded by a campaign to promote peace between the rivals' sets of supporters.
Trouble erupted early in the second half of the Juventude-Caxias game in Caxias do Sul when Gilmar Iser, coach of the home team, ran on to the pitch to protest a decision.
Iser was sent off while Caxias coach Argel Fucks was also dismissed after an angry exchange with the fourth official.
The enraged Fucks refused to leave and had to be escorted off the touchline by riot police. The incident also prompted a pushing match and play was held up for six minutes.
Tempers were still on the boil when play re-started and Juventude finished with nine men after Alex Morais and goalkeeper Renan were sent off while Caxias had Mika dismissed for kicking an opponent.
Second half goals by Marcos Denner and Julio Madureira gave Caxias a 2-0 win in the Rio Grande do Sul championship match.
Before the game, the clubs had organised a so-called Fraternity Breakfast involving leaders of supporters groups, police officials and their own presidents in an attempt to promote peace.



Zulbull says: Of course, if you have a name like Argel Fucks...shattering the peace is very easy. Having said that, I think the best part of the article is "The enraged Fucks refused to leave..." hahaha, classic!

Monday, April 13, 2009

Recap

Two days shy of my first quarter here in *bleep* and...well, I don't know what to say, really. All things considered, here is my summary of pros and CONS:

CONS:

1) I can't relate because I'm too arrogant.

2) I'm a big fan of the "better late than never" policy, which isn't gonna fly in here.

3) The culture and the mentality. I can safely say my style, mannerisms and behaviour are not suited for government culture.

4) I have very poor bowel movement.

5) I'm an alcoholic.

6) Cockroaches regularly crawl out from my phone, my printer, my table. I have a phobia of cockroaches, so FUCK THE COCKROACHES TO HELL!!! FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT!!!


PROS:

1) *To be inserted later*


Oh well. Life goes on, right? But will it be in *bleep*? Only time will tell. ;)

Monday, April 6, 2009

Divorced: Husband Too Clean???

Berlin - A German woman has divorced her husband because she was fed up with him cleaning all the time.
German media reported the wife got through 15 years of marriage putting up with the man's penchant for doing household chores, tidying up and rearranging the furniture.
But she ran out of patience when he knocked down and rebuilt a wall at their home when it got dirty, Christian Kropp, court judge in the central town of Sondershausen, said on Thursday.
"I'd never had anyone seek a divorce for this," he said.


Comment: I have to admit I'm rather surprised to read this piece of news. At first glance, I thought maybe the wife was a little harsh or disturbed. But upon reading the additional details, such as how the husband would knock down and rebuild a wall because it got dirty, I could see why she divorced him. And boy, I don't have to look far to know what it's like to have shift and rearrange furniture, because my Dad does it sometimes. The best is when he rearranges stuff and then decides that the original arrangement was better. You can almost hear the WALL heaving a huge "=_______="...Me? I heave an even bigger "=__________=" because usually it's ME and my brother doing all the heavy lifting and shifting! :D

Thursday, April 2, 2009

I Write Short Poems

Red roses/pink hibiscus,
Blossoming happily in front of us,
Flowers in bloom, a brilliant hue,
As my thoughts wander right back to you.

Oh ringing cellphone, silently beeping,
Beckoning me to answer your call,
I feel your pulsation, your buttons shining,
But at the moment I just can't get out of the fucking thing.

The table of gathering, orange in colour,
Elderly statesmen sit around and discuss,
I gaze at the ceiling as time moves slower,
I sit and I squirm, I fidget, I cuss.