holidae inn

if u missed the live telecast of the england vs portugal game this morn, go ask a donkey to kick u very hard in the arse. or bang ur head repeatedly against the wall till u knock out. at least in both cases u'll be unconscious or in great pain, thus will not have to face the humiliation of not knowing a single shit when ur frens and family yak bout the greatest game of euro 2004 in the generations to come.

that was no doubt one frickin hell-ride of a game. fastpaced. intense. drama-mama. evrything u wished for in a 90 minute game. heck, it wasn't even onli 90 mins.
it sure didn't feel like it. now we're in trouble. for the next few matches to come we would expect them to be at least as exciting as that one. otherwise damn disappointing man.

i couldn't resist. here's another episode of Mr Duh's conversational misdemeanours.

mr duh: damn! england lost!

me: haha i was damn happy

mr duh: huh why? ohh mango sale issit..hahaz

me: duh. no la portugal won wat

mr duh: huh??!! i thought u watched to stay awake for the sale onli??

me: i can't possibly watch a game like a blank-eyed dummy without observing the play and supporting a team can i

mr duh: ha portugal good meh. i fell asleep at half time

--finito--

i swear this will be the last time i post these inane conversations. cos it'll be the last time i attempt to give mr duh a chance to redeem himself from the depths of conversational stupidity.

it seems like i'm playing piano to a cow. (use ur chinese dic to translate) his replies are completely out of point. i feel like i'm the one not making sense. or maybe he's not responding the way i'd like it to be. damn. i'm manipulative. surprise surprise