I surfed through the net and found a pic of Iker and Joaquin! Man, what bliss! And both were very handsome there... *flying*

What in hell wrong with this server? I've been here almost a full five minute and the only page I can get into is Pitas. Viva Pitas!
OK. now Yahoo too. What's up?
Anyway, from domestic life -since am no longer interested in soccer for the time being; all Leagues' winners deserve to pasted around town as WANTED!- my thesis was finally approved by Luke, the stern assistant. It was after only one alteration and I guess it more or less 'coz he took pity of me, being so, very late!
Supposedly I was to be offended by that kind of show of civalry or whatever the hell it was supposed to be, but I'm not. Whatever that took some weight off my shoulder is welcome.
It's not like he's becoming soft-hearted. I'm to design ten, repeat TEN different alternatives of logo for my campaign. I'm supposed to meet him on any weekday for extra assistance and since I'm anxious myself to get things done as early as possible, I must race ahead to get them all done by Wednesday at least.
Mr Adie (cool name, eh?) on the side, insisted on having two pieces of A3-sized illustrations of Contradictions.
And I'm having the most intense headache which is, for the record, have no connections whatsoever with anything mentioned above.

I'm very much addicted to those personality tests... as you all may have seen from the link to Emode. I think I already have a clear view on what kind of person I am but still couldn't stop myself to take those tests again and again. After all it's fun guys, come on!
Anyway I took another from Dante's page: Personality Disorder Test and I score Low on most of the traits and High! on Schizoid. The term reminds me of some phase in a frog metamorphosis (?) and I checked further to see what it is:

...people with schizoid personality disorder avoid relationships and do not show much emotion. They genuinely prefer to be alone and do not secretly wish for popularity. They tend to seek jobs that require little social contact. Their social skills are often weak and they do not show a need for attention or acceptance. They are perceived as humorless and distant and often are termed "loners."

True, I think *grin* though I protest furiously on the term humourless. I aspire to write a humour column and my idol is Dave Barry!!!
I was scored Moderate on both Obssesive-Compulsive (something to do with football and Iker and my shopping habit, I think) and the trait Schizotypal. That I had no idea, either and so I checked it out, too.

...Many believe that schizotypal personality disorder represents mild schizophrenia. The disorder is characterized by odd forms of thinking and perceiving, and individuals with this disorder often seek isolation from others. They sometimes believe to have extra sensory ability or that unrelated events relate to them in some important way. They generally engage in eccentric behavior and have difficulty concentrating for long periods of time. Their speech is often over elaborate and difficult to follow.

OK. seek isolation is halfway true, so is engaging in eccentric behavior, but I don't have diff concentrating! Exceptions for after-meeting-Irwin moments and of course, whenever Madrid or Milan were having a bad week. Otherwise, I'm very good at concentrating... em, what was I saying again...? *grin*
Elaborate speech is true, however. I tend to explain many things beforehand and sometimes the train of thoughts were too complicated for others to follow.

Just taken Dante's Inferno Test (linked from Ephi's blog) Not really sure what the result conveys but I guess it's really me since the page told me it'd expire in ten mts and I raced ahead without being able to cheat at all! Check it out, amigas! The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

TOTAL GRIEVANCE! *sobs* ¡Qué triste! I feel like dying...
Madrid lost on the semi final and Iker looked so very heartbroken my heart ached terribly.
It had spelt doom right from the time Trezeguet scored Juve's first goal but I refused to acknowledge... But it was so apparent that Figo failed his penalty kick, Ronnie couldn't move much and Raúl fell short from heading home a 2nd goal...
Still I must acknowledge Alex's goal, though it sealed Madrid's terrible fate, it was such a brilliant goal. Totally world class! (No such praise toward Nedved... and I rejoice on the fact that he wouldn't be able to play on the final partido Suits him right for being such an arrogant *stick out tounge*)
From another party, darling Javier cried his heart out after they lost on aggregate to Milan. I felt terribly sorry for him; he always let other players shine but that night he abandoned all courtesy and idealism and gave all he had to save the team... ¡Yo soy contigo, Javier, siempre!
Bobo was watching from the bench - he didn't play on both legs, I forgot why - and he, too, looked as if he was about to cry. Poor baby...
On a lighter side, I blame everything on Iker having to wear those silly white shorts on the first half. What in HELL was that about?
Presumably, some moron from UEFA had suggested they might mistake him for a referee (I remember on the first leg, the referees were wearing exactly the same color: bright yellow jersey and a pair of black shorts) and that's why Iker must distinguished himself by wearing those stupid white shorts... He looked like a little boy dressed for bed!
As if anybody would mistake such fussy goalkeeper with those giant hands for a referee...

DISAPPOINTING!!!
Almost all leagues are completed - at least the champs are all established by now and they're all the teams I hated most!!! First MU *cringe* and then Juve *groan* and from Germany it's another team which consisted mostly of know-it-all and always-right players, much like their English and Italian counterpart: Bayern Muenchen.
Juve is a bit inevitable, I know, but MU is an outrage!!! How could Arsenal did this to me?! *hysteric*
Now, if Real Madrid dare do the same thing and fail on me... I'll kill Señor Vicente!!!
To make matter worse, someone (the same one who put me into misery at the beginning of term) had decided it'd be fun to advance the date of final exams and now I have only 2 weeks 2 complete my thesis and its package of campaign!!! Not only do I have to write a full-length thesis of the most boring subject: Elementary Ed, I also have to set up the concept of its campaign to be applied into five pieces of publishing; FIVE and three of them are established as a must - A2-sized poster, a newspaper ad and a mag ad.
Anyway, still it's not all... Irwin's MIA. He's just gotten a new job, or so I gathered. He didn't even had the time to elaborate! It's actually OK. for me to be away from him for this time being - seeing that I have many tasks to do - but he doesn't have to disappear!
And from financial side, man, I don't know what to do... I can pay the tuition now that madre had sent the fund, but to eat and print my publishings? *blank look*
Any millionare who happens to read this page, please do help...

All support to Inul!!! Horaaay! I hate the arrogancy shown by our local Mr Elvis, who acted as though he was God Himself.
Maybe Inul was a bit too much, maybe she should be cautioned – I personally don’t think so. As far as I can see, she danced the way she did because she enjoyed it, not because she was exploiting herself. But who the hell are you, Mister, to tell her that she was out of line and condemned by religion and (what I couldn’t believe) that she should ask for forgiveness from you? *roll eyes*
Speaking and spluttering of arrogancy... that’s what it is, you moron. And the way he spoke in one of the local TV debate program, so superior looking, not bothering to cover the sneer of know-it-all from his face... God, and he couldn’t even grasp the point of what the law representation was talking about! Man, if you couldn’t listen and decode what other people were saying, do yourself a favour and don’t show up for any live debate show and making a fool of yourself!
If I was to be a know-it-all, I’d say our Mr Holier-Than-Thou found himself aroused by Inul himself and, couldn’t face the fact that he’s not a saint but just a normal male human being, he lashed it out on her. That’s human nature after all, to blame it to someone else, although I must say, people, it’s more a child’s nature. Mature people don’t do that.
Meanwhile, I feel sorry for Inul, such a nice girl she turned out to be, since apparently she respects Mr Elvis (unjustifiedly) for his seniority and his supposedly existing rep. Respect goes up the wrong place, dear girl!

Disappointing week... Inter shared one point with Lazio while Milan lost it to Roma. Face-saving hero was Tomasson again, way to go, Jon!
Iker conceded a stupid goal for Sevilla *jumping around in rage before Iker*
Meanwhile, my midtest was a disaster! Both failed to finish themselves according to time given. Worst was DKV5; I forgot to bring along the mighty book of Typography as advised and had to walk back home to get it – wasting a good half an hour of the time allotted.
Problems at school, which I thought would finish me for good, turned out quite OK. though I’m still on alert, in case unexpected reactions should arise.
Anyway, Irwin got back home on the right time. I was miserable to find there wasn’t anyone nearby to talk to and there he was... my knight in shining armour *grin* The weekend stretched far into Monday but anyway, it’s been sometime... Bad side effect: I can no longer concentrate! Good thing the midtests’ over. But I’d taken a translation job fr a friend and now I’m doing it in a speed of a turtle.
My new friend from DKV5 texted me and told me her heart was broken. ¡Mucho simpatico, Eve! Another fellow classmate was making my eyes strayed from mio querido, (hope he wouldn’t read this!) Anyway, it’s a boy after all, he’s 2 years younger than I am... but he’s mighty sweet! Y su sonrisa... ¡Ay, caramba!
Come to think of it, Iker’s younger than I am, too... Hmmm. Anyway, from the look of it, the Champions League might end up in what I’d call my very own final: Real Madrid vs AC Milan! ¡Qué bueno! They’d met during previous games but both were more or less making way for each other to reach the next round, so it was quite predictable a match (the second leg where Real Madrid won as Milan had already secured her ticket to the next round.)
But well, the beauty of football is that we never know... It could be Juve vs Inter, and it’d be the most boring Champions League final ever. I dunno why but I never enjoyed watching a Juve game. They’re supposed to be glittered with estrellas but the game was never enjoyable, never beautiful. Inter, too, in a way, it sometime seems as if they were haphazardly pushing it and scored a goal out of pure luck (discounting that special weekend where Crespo netted the goal after a brilliant work from darling Javier and Dalmat.) Thanks to unjustified criticism, Javier never really dribbles the ball the Tango way anymore, goddamn those people! While all that’s worth watching from Inter was when he controlled the ball and manouvered it in the midfield.