I don't wanna yap about work. I'm swimming in a sea of deceit, money and assignments.
SOOOOOOO...
I'll blog about college tomorrow.
Liverpool
3-0 West Brom
We had class and West Brom was crap. That's it. They gave Gerrard the biggest space I've ever seen in my life, gifted a goal to Robbie Keane, who got another one later... and conceded a goal to Arbie. O_O
Anyways... MTV Europe Music Awards.
You just
KNOW they'd be there.
Now... to the more serious business.
Just by browsing through their clothing, one can roughly assume who was driving home from training in what sort of rush and what frame of mind.
Arbie wore whatever he wanted to wear and Aurelio succumbed to the pressure that every boy had prior to the Hartamas prom.
Lucas was probably the clueless one who had to work so hard at training he lost all sense of color and was too groggy to get suit that fits him well when he got home. And Cavalieri bought the whole black-matches-everything concept and then stole his wife's denim jacket.
Alonso who always dress in matte probably had such a leisurely drive back home, had plenty of time, raided his closet, pretended to be Mick Jagger, then tried to cram himself into a pair of leather pants to match his Rolling Stones shirt and the shiny jacket before realising that he'd rip the seams.. and in came the jeans. BUT HE'S HOT so SHUSH!
And obviously, no one rolls like Pennant and Babel so in came the bling which caught all the flash. I mean, look at THAT face. Poser sial. Baju pun extra european. Playing with layers summore. GENG!
Degen obviously watches Hong Kong dramas and decided to dress like Raymond Lam and Dossena then pays tribute to Il Divo for he does not realise the difference between the Oscars and the MTV EMAs.
Insua was then mistaken for Zac Hanson. :P
But anything beats the Backstreet Boys from Everton.
Entry tags?! Gebus. Mikel Arteta was so embarrassed to be seen with them he chose to walk with his Miss Spain partner instead. Oh and I see Josh Brolin at the end of the line.
xxx, humbuggers
