Liveblogging
23:15: 3-1 and a red card. That pretty much killed it.
23:25: GOAAAL!
23:32: Goal. 4-2 to Portugal. Can not stand this game anymore.
23:39: Ne kontam Begovic. Ne kontam sta radis. Probaj stajati u sredini gola. Molim te, probaj.
23:40: 6-2. Oh, goodbye.
23:52: The End. I'm also finished. What a mentally tough match to watch. All I think about now is the match in Paris and the unfear penalty that led to this match... But as I said, we'll continue to fight, cheer and hope. Again.
Sretno Zmajevi!
Said that I'm leaving on Monday morning
Life keeps getting better
You shoot me down, but I won't fall, I'm titanium
Love is my drug, is my medicine
Girls' night
Bajram Serif Mubarek Olsun
Halloween masquerade
Promenade
Sometimes I get a good feeling
We have been doing a bit of everything this week in school which has made the week go by very fast. In addition to school I have, among other things, wasted much of my newly received student grants on shopping, satisfied my soul by spending time with Karin, and today after school I went to a pub with people from the class, something that seems to become a Friday tradition. Now I'm home and I'm still restless and in a party mood. But the partying will have to wait until tomorrow when it's time for a Halloween party!
Something else pleasant is that we've begun to discuss the tour that will take place in spring. The class wants go to... TOKYO! I don't dare to even think about it yet, it would be too good to be true. But there is a possibility. GAH!!!
Future architects
Since our days in school are long, people tend to get a bit out of line sometimes. Here my classmates organized a tournament. You didn't think we sit and work all day, did you?
This is what I'm made of
The work on the new project has not started yet, so I'm still calm. Today we had lectures all day instead. I could barely keep my eyes open, although the topics were interesting. It's some lecturers' calm and monotone voice that is the problem, they might as well have given me a pillow and sleeping pills...
Just so all my old high school friends know, I'm still the same. I still sleep far too little, I still press the wrong button when I snooze and arrive late to class, I still find it difficult to stay awake during lectures, I'm still useless when it comes to checking the school e-mail, I'm even more worthless at reading the texts we are given to read before the lectures and I still can't go without lots of sweets during the day. It didn't take long before my new mates noticed my slacker qualities, haha. I miss Karin, I need someone who is worse than me! And someone who is willing to give me a real slap when nothing else works against sleepiness, which I know from experience that she is.
Days of fall
After Saturday's partying it was really nice to spend Sunday just lying at home, taking a walk and ending the day with a visit to the movies. It's a shame that we get so little of these sunny days of fall before winter strikes.
Happy times
Moj je zivot igra bez granica
Pratim te
Da l' si sretnija Igra bez granica Rane na usnama Cija si Boze brani je od zla Zao mi je Jedina Srce nije kamen Ubijas me usnama Jos uvijek sanjam da smo zajedno The hardest thing More from Paris
I want to return to Paris. And stay there for a while. I've only made two visits but am already very comfortable in that city. I love it. I'm sorry that I haven't been there for a longer time, all I've had time for during my two visits, apart from the match, is to do what the ordinary tourist do and see the most common sights. I want to have enough time to sit in cafés for hours, spend whole days shopping, try out the nightlife, sit and read a book in the wonderful parks and see everything you don't have time to notice as a tourist who is there for only a few days. Paris, I will be back.
Hardcore Bosnians on tour in Paris
I will begin by paying tribute to our fantastic team. They were so good. They truly exceeded my expectations and we really deserved to win. Unfortunately the match ended 1-1 when France scored in an unfear penalty, which was the same as a loss for us. It wasn't unexpected. The happiness when we scored was absolutely indescribable and worth the whole trip, I think we all fell off the chairs, but for the rest of the game we waited for what always happens when we play a crucial match against one of the "big" teams. Eventually the judge will give enough cards, penalties or extra minutes for us to stumble across the finish line. We should be used to it, but it hurts just as much every time. It would have been easier if France kicked our ass totally instead. Non-Bosnians too admit that we deserved to win, and even some Frenchmen admitted that we were better.
I must also pay tribute to us, all Bosnians from all over the world who went to Paris for the game. We were over 20,000 Bosnians, a quarter of the packed stadium, and was just as hyped as usual. We marched around and sang a few hours before we got to the stadium and still had the energy to stand up and cheer constantly throughout the match. I read that a French reporter said that it has never happened before that the other teams fans were louder than the French at their home arena. It doesn't matter how many times we stumble across the finish line, we will continue to cheer with the same hope. Next time we need hope is when we play against Portugal in the playoffs, again.
Happy Birthday Dennis
16 years ago, I got the best gift I ever could have gotten. Since then there hasn't been anyone else I love more. Congratulations my dear brother, wish you all the best in life.
Knitted
Anyway, soon my man will be here and he's staying until next Tuesday when we'll be going to Paris. Can't believe that it is the day after tomorrow! All school work made me forget about it for a while. Are there any more of you Bosnian readers who will travel to Paris to cheer? I don't want to jinx it but... it will be totally freakin 'awesome.
