Pulga

Ideen

2009-09-06T03:36:00.001-07:00

(Leonie)
Ideen. Ideen sind wichtig, um einen Text zu schreiben.
Ideen. Ideen, die muss man aber zuerst haben.
Ideen. Ideen bringen Fortschritt. Leute erfinden Sachen. Man entdeckt die Wirkung von Gras und Alkohol, ein beträchtlicher Fortschritt, muss ich schon sagen.
(Laurin)
Wenn man bedenkt, dass Ideen Inspiration sind, wird man zufriedener, denn keiner, und das sollte man beweisen, begreift sie, im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes, um mich klar auszudrücken: Geilheit braucht es. Braucht es für Fortschritt, Fortpflanzung, für Inspiration, meine Güte, denkt da einer, wer schreibt sowas?, ruft ein anderer und die Menge tobt ob der Sinnlosigkeit der Wörter, der Buchstaben, des Lebens. Alkohol ist geilheitsfördernd.
(Nici)
Aber nicht nur Alkohol. Und nicht nur geilheitsfördernd. Da braucht es schon noch Peterli. Und Andy Strauss. Und Spargeln. Ich giesse meinen Baum der Ideen. Ich finde ihn geil. (Hinweis der Redaktion: Der Autor hatte zuerst Spargeln mit Peterli gegessen. Und Andy Strauss straussern gesehen. War wohl nicht förderlich. Korrektur der Redaktion: Das war subjektiv.) Für Geilheit brauchts Ideen.
(Gaby)
Wobei wir wieder am Anfang angekommen sind…Was war zuerst? Die Geilheit oder die Ideen? Die beiden Worte scheinen eins zu sein. Ergo: Wer Ideen hat ist geil. Und wer geil ist, hat viele gute Ideen. Oder verhält es sich anders? Machen Ideen geil? Wenn es so ist, dann sind wir ein ziemlich geiler Haufen heute Abend!

Orangensaft

2009-09-06T03:35:00.003-07:00

(Gaby)
In einer Milchtüte…ganz überraschend…ich hab es erst gar nicht realisiert…sass eine Maus.
Miau!
Dabei wollte ich doch einen Kuchen backen!
(Leonie)
Naja egal. Backen wir eben einen Miau-Maus-Kuchen.
Rezept: Man nehme die Maus in beide Hände. Bei allfälligem Miauen ist ein Schlaflied hilfreich, vorzugsweise O Tannenbaum. Ist die Maus ruhig, wird sie in Schlagsahne gebettet. (Schlagsahne ist in Ringform mit Fläche (pi)r2 (r=3,5678913cm)). Dann ist Reaktion gefordert, da die Maus eventuell beginnt, ihre Körperteile sehr schnell zu bewegen. Obenauf wird dann eine Kirsche versenkt, roh.
(Laurin)
Es war Nacht. Ich war nackt… ganz überraschend…ich habe es erst gar nicht realisiert…war SIE online, im Chat.
„Hey“, von ihr.
„Hey“, von mir.
„Na= Whazzup, babe?“ von ihr.
„Meine Kleider, die sind up.“ Von mir.
„Wie?“ von ihr.
„Egal“, von mir.
„Ich geh mal“, von ihr.
„Chill“, von mir.
Nachricht konnte nicht gesendet werden, da SIE nicht online.
(Nici)
Scheisse. Dabei wollte ich doch einen Miaumauskuchen backen. Online. Mit IHR. Blöd.
Naja, dann eben in den Restaurant einen Pizzabelegten Funghi essen. Sorry, ich bin Türke. Wenn du noch ne Stelle frei hast in Firma, meld dich bei Hakan Fuckan. (Ausgesprochen: Hakan Fakan). So Produktion oder so. Gruss. Back doch mal nen Kuchen für mich.
BLING
Anzeige an PC. SIE ist online.
„Willst du Kuchen?“, von ihr.
„Hast du Job frei?“ von mir.

Schlacht der Veloständer

2009-09-06T03:35:00.001-07:00

(Nici)
Basel ist Basel, weil Basel nicht Zürich ist, aber Deutschland ist cooler, darum lebe ich in St. Gallen. St. Gallen ist grün. Wiesen sind rosa. Darum schreib ich jetzt in Prosa darüber, weil ich jetzt nicht über etwas anderes schreibe. Ich grüsse alle Abwesenden beim Vorbeigehen und sofort bleiben sie stehen. Warum das denn? Weil…
(Gaby)
…ich ein Fahrrad auf meinem Rücken trage. Wie ist das hierhin gekommen? Welcher Idiot kommt auf die Idee, dass ich das lustig finden würde?
Oder soll das cool aussehen…?!
Nein! … und schlau macht es im übrigen auch nicht, denn…
(Leonie)
…wenn man Sport macht, kriegt man Hunger und frisst doppelt. Darum lieber gar kein Sport, hingegen auf rosa Wiesen im grünen St. Gallen ist dies vielleicht anders. Ich zottle auf die rosa Wiese im Grünen und mache 50 Rumpfbeugen und 50 Liegestützen und tatsächlich habe ich keinen Hunger. Aber wieso?
(Laurin)
Ich tippe: Es liegt an den Gnus. Egal.
Gestern, Alter!, da war ich alleine unterwegs in der Stadt, du weisst schon: Bier links, Knarre rechts. Strassen in St. Gallen unsicher machen. Da kam einer, Kurzer!, braungebrannt. Ich so: „Wer bist du, Kleiner?“, er so: „Tony, Digger!“. Ich gab ihm meine Hand und wir zogen weiter, durch die kleinen Gassen, mit geleerten Flaschen, ohne Benzin, allein. Wir dachten an Liebe respektive an Basel. Basel. Basel. Basel.

Der Mülleimer

2009-09-06T03:34:00.002-07:00

(Laurin)
Da war vor vielen Jahren ein Mülleimer, der sprechen konnte. Da waren nur zwei Worte, die er kannte, aber: er konnte sprechen, was bekannterweise unüblich ist für Mülleimer. Die zwei Worte, die er kannte, waren „Hitler“ und „Nusskrempelkäse“, wobei zweites nicht im Duden zu finden ist. Niemand stört das, denn sprechende Mülleimer sind selten, wie erwähnt, wie wir wissen. Die Menge war täglich be-gei-stert! Im Zirkus nämlich, da trat er täglich auf.
(Nici)
Es kamen jeden Tag mehr als 2 Zuschauer, aber immer weniger als 3, das heisst, es müssen 2,5 gewesen sein laut Statistik des CIFV(Quelle unbekannt). Der Auftritt des Mülleimers dauerte 2 Stunden. Er stand in der Mitte und jeder, der den Mut hatte, seinen Kopf hineinzustecken, wurde entweder mit „Hitler“ oder „Nusskrempelkäse“ betitelt. Die Deutschen mit „Nusskrempelkäse“, der Rest mit „Hitler“. Dabei wuchs jedem „Nusskrempelkäse“ ein Hitlerschnauz.
(Gaby)
Da es jeweils 2,5 Zuschauer im Zirkus hatte, wurde immer einer mit „Nusskrempelkäse“ betitelt… worauf dieser einen Hitlerschnauz bekam…und ein anderer musste sich das Wort „Hitler“ gefallen lassen. Aber was machte der halbe Zuschauer?
Der…
(Leonie)
…halbe Zuschauer sass da um Striche für die Statistiken zu machen. Eigentlich dürfte er ja nicht als Zuschauer gezählt werden, aber er – ein kleiner Inder – wurde bei der Lohnauszahlung ja auch übersehen und so eine Hälfte mehr kommt da bei den Statistiken schon drauf an. In der Wirtschaft nehmen sie es ja bekanntlich ganz genau. Das sagte schon Ospel, aber jetzt hat der ja gar nichts mehr zu sagen.

Der nasse Karl

2009-09-06T03:34:00.001-07:00

(Valerio)
Der Himmel – der, dessen Farbe sich stets ändert – war heute blau (oder so). Als dann aber Karl seine Füsse hausextern benutzen wollte, wurde der Himmel grau und es begann sofort zu regnen. Wahrscheinlich war Karl dran schuld, aber er wollte es nicht zugeben, also wurde er nass. Manchmal aber auch nicht. Dann wurde es Nacht und der Regen musste nach Hause gehen; Karl auch. Aber auch im Haus war Karl noch nass. Das mochte er ein bisschen. Manchmal aber auch nicht.
(Ritter)
Der Himmel war jetzt dunkel. Der Mond nicht. Karl interessierte dies jedoch nicht, denn er war im Bett, versuchte zu schlafen und war nass. Manchmal aber auch nicht. Dann schlief er ein und wachte wieder auf. Der Himmel war dunkelblau.
(Alexandra)
Karl fiel auf, dass der Himmel heute eigentlich recht bescheuert aussah. Deshalb wollte er ihn zeichnen. Es war genau 2.43. Noch immer nass, die Füsse hausextern noch nicht benutzt, wrang er seine Kleider aus, griff zu Farb‘ und Pinsel und malte wie besessen den Himmel auf die Rückseite seines Nachttopfs. Mit seinen Füssen (nun also hausintern benutzt).
(Celine)
Malend mit den hausinternen Füssen, im Bett liegend und in triefend nassgrauen Kleidern erlebte Karl eine Nacht wie keine andere. Die Möglichkeit, den Himmel zu sehen, zu malen, zu fühlen (er war nass) und dann mit seinen Füssen auch noch darzustellen auf seinem Nachttopf veränderte sein Leben. Am darauffolgenden Morgen beschloss Karl himmlisch zu werden. Manchmal aber auch nicht.

Von Heidi und Milch

2009-09-06T03:33:00.002-07:00

(Alexandra)
Peter Pan und Nimmerland gibt es nicht. Wendy hat es schon immer gewusst. Die verwunschenen Brüder auch. Und Captain Hook war eigentlich gar kein Pirat, sondern Donutverkäufer und wenn Heidi nicht gewesen wäre, hätte Peter wohl nie in einem Film mitgespielt. Heidi und Heidi-Milch aus der Migros haben übrigens nichts miteinander zu tun, ausser dass sie flüchtige Bekannte sind. Das aber auch nur ab und zu. Und dann nur zum Frühstück. Ist ja Milch. Oder doch nicht.
(Celine)
Die Wiesen und Weiden der Berge machen Heidi und die Milch zu alten Bekannten. Verbunden durch nektarsuchende Bienen und Bienenstiche leben Milch und Heidi in Parallelwelten nur getrennt durch die dünne Wand der Kuh und vielleicht ein paar Organe. Peter störte die Eintracht als nicht gestochener oder verdauter stellte er einen nicht wandelbaren Kloss in die Welt dar.
(Valerio)
Dem Torhüter einer Eishockeymannschaft gleich blieb er unbewegt und doch undurchdringlich. Heidi mochte das nicht und wurde zu Wendy und wenn die Wendy das auch wollte, wurde sie Heidi und beide waren woanders als sonst. Heidi und Wendy haben sowieso nur Peter gleich. Manchmal ist Peter Pan und manchmal ist Peter Kuhhirte, der Heidimilch produziert, aber nicht Wendymilch.
(Ritter)
Da ich Wendymilch noch nie getrunken habe, weiss ich nicht, wie sie schmeckt. Dinge, die ich nicht kenne, sind meist schlecht, da anders. Von Wendy gibt es Kassetten, von Heidi nicht. Von Peter schon, aber nur, wenn er Wein macht und Lieder schreibt.

Grüne Schilder

2009-09-06T03:33:00.001-07:00

(Ritter)
Gestern war Nacht und grüne Schilder sind nicht hoch. Im Licht hat‘s grüne Geister, die höher sind als gleichfarbige Schilder. Die roten Geister interessieren nicht. Blaue Schuhe hingegen interessieren einige, mich jedoch nicht. Deshalb schreibe ich gerne.
(Alexandra)
Am meisten interessiert jedoch das Blau auf den grünen Schildern. Und wenn die dann noch tetraederförmig sind, wird die ganze Sache erst richtig spannend. Waren die blauen Schuhe übrigens purpurrosa, würden sie mich vielleicht interessieren, aber dies auch nur zu jeder halben Stunde. Dies ist jedoch nicht der Fall und ich frage mich, weshalb ich mich für blaue Schuhe interessieren sollte, wenn ich selber blau bin und doch eigentlich auf grosse grüne Schilder, die eigentlich blau sind, stehe. Aber das interessiert mich jetzt nicht.
(Celine)
Interesse ist bunt. Schilder, Schuhe, Schwalben, Schweizer, Schweine, alles ist bunt. Mich interessieren blaue Welten, ausgeschildert mit grünen Schildern, halbhohe natürlich. Blau, alles ist blau, ich bin blau und sehe bunte Sterne. Ich bin durch einen blauen Wald getorkelt und habe meinen purpurrosa Schädel am grünen halbhohen Schild gestossen.
(Valerio)
Dann wurde auch mein Kopf blau und beulig, wie eine Mondlandschaft, nur blau, aber ohne Krater, dafür mit Beulen. Wenn da nun aber ein Schild gestanden wär, das darauf hingewiesen hätte, dass man blaue Beulen kriegt, wenn man seinen purpurrosa Schädel am grünen Schild stösst, und man seinen Schädel und diesem Schild angestossen hätte, dann wäre die Welt heute besser (aber vielleicht auch nicht).

Äpfel und Glasscheiben und Unterwelt

2009-09-06T03:32:00.001-07:00

(Celine)
Menschen spazieren auf der Strasse, ohne zu wissen, welchen Gefahren sie folgen. Die Einbildung, sie seien glücklich, lässt sie Spiegelbild ihrer selbst sehen. Jene, die sich erkennen, versinken im Boden und landen in einer anderen Welt;
(Valerio)
In die Unterwelt. In dieser Unterwelt existieren viele Hindernisse, denen man auszuweichen hat. So stürzen plötzlich nicht spiegelnde Glasscheiben vom Himmel. Dafür regnet es in der Unterwelt nie. Darum wird in der Unterwelt auch öfter spazieren gegangen als auf den Strassen. Das macht Sinn, weil die Äpfel auch viel feiner sind da unten. Äpfel sind allgemein fein.
(Ritter)
Besonders da unten. Die nicht spiegelnden Glasscheiben jedoch sind dort ein enormes Problem, da sie alle Leute verwirren, die denken, dass sie spiegeln. Denn Leute, die denken, sie spiegeln, spiegeln nicht wirklich. Dies merken sie beim Blick in den Spiegel. Blick en sie jedoch in einen Spiegel, der nicht spiegelt, sind sie sogar extrem verwirrt.
(Alexandra)
Diese Verwirrung kann sogar bis aufs Äusserste gesteigert werden. Die Menschen, die sich gespiegelt fühlen, es aber nicht sind, da die spiegelnden Glasscheiben eben nichtspiegelnd sind und somit auch nichts gespiegeltes widerspiegeln, fühlten sich bald ungespiegelt. Und somit eine nicht spiegelnde Glasscheibe. Ober eben nichts. Aber sie hatten ja Äpfel. Die sind dort unten besonders fein.

Blind Date

2009-09-06T03:31:00.002-07:00

(Lukas)
Heute hatte ich mein erstes Blind Date, leider hatte ich keine Ahnung, was das überhaupt sein könnte. Rasch bemerkte ich, dass Blind Date ein englisches Wort ist, ich übersetzte es und erkannte, dass ich blind dorthin gehen muss. Ich begann mir alles in die Augen zu reiben. Salz, Steine, Ziegelsteine und als ich dann nichts mehr sah, starb ich.
(Pascal)
Sterben? Nein, mitnichten! Ich will leben! Ich sehe mit dem Herzen. Für was brauche ich Augen? Mein Blind Date wird warten. Ich finde den Weg dorthin. Ich rauche eine Zigarette, das hilft. Die Glut, der Rauch, die Asche. Asche zu Asche. Tod?
(Marc)
Ich wünschte, es wäre so. Denn mein Blind Date ist Laurin Buser Mothafuckin‘ Rhymeking©. Scheiss Internet, von wegen 90-60-90. Deine Mudda 90-60-90. Da stech ich mir doch glatt die Augen aus. Tot?
(Sandra)
Doch…wozu die Augen ausstechen? Ich seh ja nur noch mit dem Herzen, denn aus meinen Augen wachsen Ziegelsteinbäume. Ich pflücke mir einen Ziegelstein und steige auf Frustessen über. Wenn ich mit dem Herzen sehe…Muss ich mir nun auch das Herz ausreissen? Tot? Oder bin ich einfach nur herzlos?

Weihnachten

2009-09-06T03:31:00.001-07:00

(Marc)
Wenn der Weihnachtsbaum doch noch Feuer gefangen hat, trotz den etlichen gut gemeinten Warnungen der Grossmutter, so hat das Weihnachtsfest ein abruptes Ende. Doch ohne befor(ohne v) alle nach Hause gehen, muss erst noch die Grossmutter gelöscht und für die Beerdigung gesäubert werden. Doch noch ist sie mollig warm und die ganze Familie kuschelt sich an die Grossmutter.
(Sandra)
Diese wiederum kuschelt sich an den brennenden Weihnachtsmann. Alle beteten, dass das Weihnachtsfest in keinem Happy End für den Weihnachts-Hasser enden würde, sondern gar kein Ende anfangen würde. Inzwischen hatten alle vergessen, die Grossmutter zu beerdigen.
(Lukas)
Die Grossmutter starb an einer Überdosis von Älplermaccaronen, dessen Älpler nicht aus den Alpen stammten, sondern aus Ouagadugu und die Maccaronen waren besoffen, denn sie wurden in Suppe gekocht.
(Pascal)
Zu viele Köche verderben den Brei. Die Suppe wurde versalzen. Die Grossmutter lebt. Sie wohnt auf dem Alpengipfel und isst Maccaronen mit viel Käse. Der Käse ist schimmlig.

Hildegard

2009-09-06T02:33:00.000-07:00

(Sandra)
Die Welt ging gerade auf, als Hildegard mit dem Krokodilschwein am Schuh sich in Richtung Ausgang begab. Ich stand schon seit gewissen Sequenzen auf dem Feldboden und wartete auf sie. Ich hatte schon mehrere Male versucht, sie hungernd zu erreichen, aber sie hatte ihren Handschuh nicht an. Entnervt blickte ich gen Himmel, als ich sie dann doch kommen sah.
(Lukas)
In diesem Moment konnte ich sie auch endlich erreichen, eigentlich wollte ich ihr nur ausrichten, dass sie nicht kommen muss.
(Pascal)
Sie sah sie nicht. Sie sah mich nicht. Wir haben uns nicht getroffen. Verpasst! Verprasst. Lasst uns normal treffen. Ich will dich sehen. Komm zu mir.
(Marc)
Und sie kommt tatsächlich. Hildegard. Und sie sagt mit frohgelockter und anmutiger Stimme: „Hey, fick di, Mann, luesch mer verdellihueresiech nit uf min arsch?“ Welch eine blumige Stimme sie doch hat, engelsgleich säuseln mir die Worte in mein Ohr. Ich hebe sie sanft mit meinen Armen, trage sie schwebend in den Wald und vergewaltige sie dort.

Schreiben von der Leber weg

2009-09-06T02:29:00.000-07:00

(Pascal)
Schreiben einfach frei von der Leber weg. Ja, was denn. Da läuft mir eine Laus über die Leber, oder eine Mücke. Aus einer Mücke wird ein Elefant. Wie der Elefant im Porzellanladen. Alles zerbricht, zerspringt in tausend Teile. Ich muss alles wieder zusammensetzen. Oh, Scheisse! Da stecke ich voll drin. Wie komme ich da wieder heraus..Ist die Zeit noch nicht um? Was denn noch? Also weiter. Nomen ist Omen!
(Marc)
Und plötzlich macht es „BOOOOOOM!!!“ Und eine wildgewordene Horde Ratten überfallen meinen Schreibtisch und stehlen meine Schreibutensilien.
Wieso schreibe ich noch?
Jedenfalls zahlt sich jetzt mein Jahresvorrat an Rattengift endlich aus.
(Sandra)
Zum Glück hatte ich vorgesorgt und letztes Jahr noch einen Vorrat für die nächsten zwei gekauft.
Wieso schreibe ich noch?
Wieso schreibe ich noch?
Ich ritze mit meinen Fingernägeln den Text in meine Haut. Toll. Jetzt denken alle ich sei ein Emo.
(Lukas)
An was erkenne ich überhaupt, dass ich schreibe, und kann ich überhaupt schreiben ohne lesen zu können? Warum lernten wir Menschen uns auf so primitive Art zu verständigen. Es wäre viel ergänzender, wenn wir unsere Gefühle austauschen könnten ohne einen Mux, naja vielleicht schon einen kleinen Mux, sonst wären ja unsere Ohren überflüssig und Ohren sind toll.

12 Texte und 12 Schreiber

2009-09-06T02:16:00.000-07:00

Diese 12 Texte, die gleich auf dem Blog folgen werden, sind etwa so entstanden: Basel, Jugendliche treffen sich zum Poetry Slam. 3 Slammer, 2 Moderatoren, 1 Techniker, 4 Angehörige oder Freunde oder ähnliches, 2 zahlende Zuschauer. Irgendwie so.

Es handelt sich um den U20-Poetry Slam in Basel. Vorrunde. War so zwischen Mai und Juli (wer ein genaues Datum weiss, bitte bekanntgeben, ich kriegs echt nicht hin!).

12 Jugendliche haben sich dann entschieden, eine kollektive Schreibrunde zu machen, wie sie jeder Deutschlehrer gern gesehen hätte. Jeder schreibt 2 Minuten an einem Text, dann wird gewechselt und der andere schreibt weiter. Wir haben uns schön in 3 Gruppen aufgeteilt und das wars dann. So sah's aus:

(VIDEO KOMMT BALD, LÄSST SICH NICHT HOCHLADEN)

Relaunch

2009-09-06T02:11:00.000-07:00

Hallo zusammen (ich hab zwar keine Leser, aber ich begrüsse mal die, die nicht da sind)

Ich hab schon lange nichts mehr gesendet. Viel hat sich verändert. Auf fussballerischer Linie ist FCSG tatsächlich aufgestiegen und hat Lugano schlussendlich doch noch geschlagen. Jetzt sind wir irgendwie so 5. in der Tabelle, YB ist meilenweit ungeschlagen auf Platz eins, der Rest tummelt sich dahinter so etwas ziellos umher. Die Schweizer Nati hat gestern gegen Griechenland gewonnen. 2:0. In den letzten 10 Minuten sind die Treffer gefallen. Durch Grichting und Padalino. Beide haben ihr erstes Länderspieltor gemacht. Toll, ich gratuliere!

Dann weiter weiss ich nicht mal mehr, was Thema dieses Blogs war, aber ich erinnerte mich an ihn, weil ich eigentlich etwas irgendwohin posten wollte und dachte, dies ist der geeignete Ort, dies hinzupfeffern. Hab ich also gemacht. Oder mach ich jetzt gleich.

Greeeeeeeeeeetzz Pulga und Tschöööööh

HeRbStMeIsTeR St.GaLLeN!

2008-12-07T07:33:00.000-08:00

We are the big big winner! Erste, Meer sind Erste!

Und wir starten in die nächste Runde mit dem satten Ersten Platz.
Dafür will ich euch allen ganz toll danken! Ihr seid die Allergrössten!

Vielen Dank an das Team. Vielen Dank an Uli Forte. Vielen Dank an die Fans.

Forever yours!

Greeetzz from Green White to Green White

Your Pulga

By the way: Wommer gad bim Danke sind: MERCI FÜR DÄ GEIL SLAM08 Z ZÜRI! ISCH DÄ HAMMER GSI!

Danke, Bleu Broode, Laurin und Jasper für s U-20 feeling und danke em Sebastian 23, dass du und nur du gwunne hesch! Und danke a SMAAT dass ehr uf SG chömed. Freu mi mega =) Und nöd vergesse Sebastian: Interview und Packig Kekse trinke, gell!

VENDETTA

2008-08-31T05:50:00.001-07:00

Nata, just for you, sozsege ;-)

[Chakuza]
das ist kein rap mehr das ist donner am mic das ist der vibe der aus dem keller kommt und die sonne vertreibt das ist kombat das ist fight das ist kämpfen mit der faust und jeder gangsta bleibt zuhause und guckt sendung mit der maus schau aus dem fenster schluck den staub sieh den nebel wenn vendetta kommt ich piss auf dein' kopf du penner denkst ich sei ein wettergott man das ist dieses label mein jahr, mein song mein track mein name in den charts zusammen mit eko fresh und sonny black ihr seit nix besonderes und nicht mal meine texte wert mein stängel hat ne länge das du denkst er sei ein steckenpferd du denkst das ich kein rapper wär nein echt entäuscht vom flown' und reim' und machst seit dem september jetzt auch endlich den pilotenschein jetzt hör mal du idiot denn das ist sowas wie das sakrileg und du rappst so als hätt' man dir nen knoten in den sack gedreht man das is beatelfield abgedreht guck da nach diesem lied hat sich auch wieder eine nacht über die stadt gelegt
[Hook]
es ist vendetta ersguterjunge in dein arsch (yo) vendetta immer wenn ich komme ist es hardcore vendetta beatlefield nemesis ist wieder da vendetta wieder mal auf mtv und viva (bam) vendetta es wird deine blutrache geben vendetta keiner kann in meine fußstapfen treten vendetta feinde ich werd niemals gegen euch verlieren vendetta junge das sind ich und meine freunde hier
[Eko]
ey jo bushido was los man? ich wollt' dir was sagen was denn ek? langsam könnte ich auch ne goldene vertragen kein problem und es ist so das ich dir danken muss im letzten video hab ich noch die sonnenbank geputzt moruck guck wo ich jetzt bin heißer wie lava immer noch das arrogante stück scheiße von damals ihr fragt wie fühlst du dich nach all diesen tagen erst für alle der star und danach dann im walde begraben man wie soll ich mich schon fühlen ich hab schmetterlinge im bauch hör doch mal wie ek auf der vendetta singel klingt (wow) junge das sind meine raps (sehr fresh, sehr fresh) runter das sind meine schuhe (air max, air max) siehst du all die weiber hier (airbags, airbags) ich guck auf mein spiegelbild (perfekt, perfekt) vendetta böses blut achte was der könig tut nur meine eigene mukke find ich noch persönlich gut ek is back (jo) keiner kann es anzweifeln was ich von dir halte drück ich aus mit einem handzeichen v wie vendetta weil ihr jetzt gefickt seit tausende rapper wollen alle jetzt wie ich sein
[Hook]
es ist vendetta ersguterjunge in dein arsch (yo) vendetta immer wenn ich komme ist es hardcore vendetta beatlefield nemesis ist wieder da vendetta wieder mal auf mtv und viva (bam) vendetta es wird deine blutrache geben vendetta keiner kann in meine fußstapfen treten vendetta feinde ich werd niemals gegen euch verlieren vendetta junge das sind ich und meine freunde hier
[Bushido]
der vendetta terrorist rult ab sofort ich hab gehört ich war bei den music awards es war nemesis ich hab meine crew hochgebracht den sound für die ghettos, den schulhof, den knast und ich stapel mein cash würd ich nur einmal im jahr auftreten wären mehr leute da als am splash das ist keine one-man-show du wirst leider gabangt yo renne lieber weit aber tempo es ist richtig das ist schon mein zweiter sampler es ist wichtig bald bin ich ein reicher gangster es ist vendetta junge wir erhängen rapper harter rap in deutschland ich bin der entdecker guck ich bin jetzt ein imperium am aufbauen eure mütter haben keine ehre wie bei frauentausch ersguterjunge schockt leider deine eltern sony black back am block in die weite welt man
[Hook]
es ist vendetta ersguterjunge in dein arsch (yo) vendetta immer wenn ich komme ist es hardcore vendetta beatlefield nemesis ist wieder da vendetta wieder mal auf mtv und viva (bam) vendetta es wird deine blutrache geben vendetta keiner kann in meine fußstapfen treten vendetta feinde ich werd niemals gegen euch verlieren vendetta junge das sind ich und meine freunde hier (yeah yeah)

Aktuelle Tabelle, 24.08.08

2008-08-24T12:12:00.000-07:00

1. St. Gallen 5 5 0 0 15:2 15
2. Winterthur 5 4 0 1 7:3 12
3. Lugano 4 3 1 0 15:5 10
4. Schaffhausen 5 3 1 1 9:7 10
5. Lausanne 5 2 2 1 6:4 8
6. Wil 4 2 1 1 6:3 7
7. Biel 5 2 1 2 10:10 7
8. Yverdon 5 2 1 2 7:8 7
9. Thun 5 2 1 2 10:12 7
10.Concordia Basel 5 1 3 1 5:5 6
11.Wohlen 5 2 0 3 5:9 6
12.Nyon 5 2 0 3 5:10 6
13.Gossau 5 1 1 3 3:7 4
14.Locarno 5 1 0 4 5:8 3
15.Servette 5 0 1 4 2:8 1
16.Chaux-de-Fonds 5 0 1 4 1:10 1

Schicksal

2008-07-02T06:57:00.000-07:00

Here is a preview video to my own story.

2008-07-02T06:43:00.000-07:00

2008-07-02T06:41:00.000-07:00

FINAL: SPAIN-GERMANY 1:0

The day after we had to sing “We are the Champions” at school as rehearsal for the “final ceremony”. And I hoped so much that I could scream it out with the feeling Germany would be the European Champion.
I was expecting a thrilling game, but in reality it was a bad match and it was boring although I had to help my team. Well, the final wasn’t a great final. Tor(res) for Spain was the difference and I know that Spain played a better game. I was so disappointed by Germany. They didn’t play well and when I was going home. When a hand touched my shoulder and the Spanish guy behind me consoled me with the words “They (Germany) played well” it just got worse. I unavailingly tried to convince him that Germany didn’t play well. Okay, that’s me, the fair football fan. When Germany managed the step to the final I said that it would have been fairer if Turkey would have come so far. And now I am sure Spain is the deserved winner of this great cup.
I am so sad that all is gone now. I mean the flags beside the windows and on the cars! You even realised where your neighbours come from! I’m sure it’s the last time that Switzerland had such a great event (in my lifetime).
My heroes this long time through were Mutu, Arshavin, Schweini, Poldi, Lahm and Yakin. I say long time, but it’s been a short time for myself. And I confess that I don’t know what to do in the evenings now. It’s like I lost my work! And my passion! I am missing it all. And I’ll keep my thumbs crossed for Switzerland, Germany and Argentina for 2010 and for the Qualification.

Tomorrow I have my final ceremony at school. Then I lose my school time and I miss it right now. I will miss my friends when they are on holidays and I will miss the everyday things I shared with them. (Today I saw the running man in the city!) I want to go to Germany in the holidays. Just one day or two. Then I will sit on a bench and just listen to the sound of the German speaking voices around me. I love their language. They talk so great! =) Oh damn….I’ll miss it…What a great time comes to an end. And what is left is just memories.

Germany: We are the losers, my friends… But we’ll keep on fighting till the end. We are the losers, we are the losers, but we will come back in 2010!

2008-06-29T06:38:00.001-07:00

Turkey-Germany 2:3 (Half final)

I hoped more people would help Germany now because nobody wants to help Turkey. But what the fuck: More people helped Turkey. You know Turkey had just 14 players who could play. One of them a substitute keeper.:P
A question was if Germany feels well in the role of the favourite. They lost when they were the favourite against Croatia and against Austria they just drew. Against Portugal, they were just the “team against the favourite” and they played better. And what about Turkey? Before the EM, the newspaper said Turkey would be the worst team in group A. Germany seemed to be surprised by the joy the Turks showed in their game and Germany wavered. After 22 minutes the shock was perfect: Kazim (the man of Turkey who looks like Johan Vonlanthen of Switzerland) failed again after a shot against the crossbar, but there was Boral and kicked the rebounding ball inside. It was a fair consequence of the game. But the leading didn’t endure long: there was the 26th minute and the performance of Schweini and Poldi. Podolski played a square pass and Schweini held the foot to the ball and touched it with the “outside of the foot” (why don’t they have a real word for it? I always have those edges where the English language ends) and transported the ball inside the goal. After the tea break Germany got better. Turkey was lucky when ref Massimo Busacca generously ignored an intervention of Sabri on Philipp Lahm in the box. The justice said that Busacca also shouldn’t whistle a penalty in the opposite box and so was it.
Then there was the time where everyone began to think it would go into an extra time – or it would be a victory for Turkey in the last minute. Who thought it would be a dramatic game??? Germany got better and after Hitzlsperger failed in a distance kick extremely short, goalie Rüstü couldn’t hold a head ball of Klose, who had been launched by Philipp Lahm. We all were so happy, but….Turkey wouldn’t be Turkey if they wouldn’t score in the last minute. I could just not believe it. It was so horrible. I thought it can’t be the truth, but it was. Against Switzerland, twice against the Czech Republic, once against Croatia…now against Germany. 2:2 in the 86th minute. Then there was the 90th minute……..and the victory for Germany. It was a double pass….Hitzlsperger and Lahm, who played a good match. It was Lahm. Lahm, the hero. Lahm defeated Turkey. Finally! Finally and with their own weapon. The first finalist is called Germany. Black-red-gold. I love their colours, I love the players, I love the language, I love them!

Spain-Russia 3:0 (Half final)

Well that’s a game where I don’t want and can’t say much. It’s just a game. Spain won it 3:0 and is now at least second in the EM08-ranking. You didn’t see anything of Russia, Arshavin or Pawljutschenko. Spain was the Russia of the quarter finals where you didn’t see anything of the superb playing Dutch. Russia has its problems with Spain. That’s a fact. It was a sad match for me and my class betting is in danger again:P Now it’s an interesting battle between me and Oscar about the 35 francs:P Let’s see who wins.

EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP 2008

2008-06-23T11:51:00.000-07:00

I never said a word to the EURO in my own country till now. That’s because I had not really the time to write. Every evening I had to watch two football matches and sometimes I went to the public viewing area in St.Gallen. But now I want to review the EM and I do that with my own words, trying to remember every speciality of the different matches.

The European Championship in Switzerland and Austria. Losses and victories, emotions in form of trembling, hoping, annoyance, fun, joy, jubilance, mourning, tears, pride. Everywhere there are flags on the windows and on cars. Children wear the tricots of their idols and even the adults want to show their colours. Everyone is betting on their favourites. Fan articles are in trend and you learn the national anthem if you can’t it already. Switzerland and Austria: Good hosts? What does this EM show? We hope for enough spectacle and many goals.

Group A: (Because it’s the group of Switzerland I commented more here)
Switzerland
Czech Republic
Turkey
Portugal

Switzerland-Czech Republic (Opening game) 0:1

I had the bad luck to miss the beginning of the first game because I was doing the PET-exam speaking part. EXACTLY at 6 o’clock, when the game started, I had to speak to those people. Well, it didn’t endure long. I finished quite fast and after 10 minutes, I was outside again. I and my friend (also known as TB) ran to a pub to look at the result. Still 0:0. Well. So I went home and watched again. 0:0. Who is better? Who had the better chances? Who is attacking? How is our defence? Question after question I threw to my brother’s head and he answered them briefly, concentrated on the match. While I watched Switzerland was okay, let’s say, they were equal to the Czechs. Then we lost our best scorer, the record striker of Switzerland, our love Alex Frei. That was a hammer and I was so damn shocked. Because he knew it was a serious injury he was so sad and he cried when he left the pitch. After a while he came back with crutches and a big bandage. After that scene Switzerland must have thought: Now more than ever! They had chance after chance and there was even a hands in the box, but the ref didn’t give it. And then if you don’t strike them by your own, you get them. Goal for the Czech. One dumb reaction of the team, one gallina-crowd and we lost the game. 1:0 a guy named Sverkos.

Portugal-Turkey 2:0

Turkey was simply overstrained. They had no chance and Portugal could even make a clearer result. Three times they just touched aluminium. Portugal was strong, fast, assured. With this victory they became a favourite for the title for almost everyone. They were THE big favourite before the tournament started and so many people supported them (just because of C. Ronaldo). I didn’t like them because of Ronaldo and later because of Nani as well. Nani is the next Ronaldo. Please not. One of them is enough.

Czech Republic-Portugal 1:3

The difference between both teams were individualists like Deco or Ronaldo. The first half the Czechs were aggressive, but this attitude made them tired afterwards. Soon Portugal was winning 1:0. “We played against strong Czechs and showed a good accomplishment”, said Ronaldo. In between the Czech Republic scored 1:1, but eventually Portugal won 3:1. “We played better here as against Switzerland”, said Czechs Ujfalusi (just to say his name^^) and continued that they would have enough power to defeat Turkey.

Switzerland-Turkey 1:2

“The EM starts right now”, said someone of the Swiss team to the reporters. And it was the deciding game. The loser was out of the tournament and Goodbye until 2010! I was watching it in the public viewing area. And it rained. It rained cats and dogs in Basel like it did in the test against Argentina! I had good memories and the players must have had them as well. It rained and rained and Turkey couldn’t keep up with Switzerland. We were the better team again and we had a lot of chances. The best men (of Switzerland the whole tournament through) were Behrami, Derdiyok and Yakin (Barnetta was kind of injured, he wasn’t fit) and who wonders! – All were Turks. Yakin was the man who shot the goal for Switzerland in the 23th minute of the game because there was a water logged place in front of the goal. The ball stopped and his foot was on the right spot. “Now we get it!”, I heard around me and the supporters shot louder than before. Then the break came and it seemed God heard my wish. I wished that it would stop to rain so that the game wouldn’t be cancelled for that day. And it really stopped to rain. And the tactic of the Turks won over Switzerland. It was a more balanced game, but the goal of Turkey came surprisingly. Among others, Benaglio was guilty. It was too late for Switzerland now. We were out before we really were it because nobody believed to win over Portugal. But it was a chance and a game isn’t decided before it starts. But then… while Switzerland was – once again – near the victory, Turkey scored in the stoppage time. Out of the tournament was Switzerland. Switzerland, the host. And Austria could laugh. And we tried not to cry. I don’t know why but I saw it coming. So I wasn’t as shocked as others. I had not to cry and I slept – with no reason! – very, very well. (The relegation of FCSG was so much worse! I didn’t even grin for two whole days!) I woke up, remembering the Ukraine in 06 and the game and I was sad that the match hadn’t been interrupted. Oh! And the second thought was a wish! Switzerland qualified for 2010 and playing a game against Argentina!

Turkey-Czech Republic 3:2

Until 15 minutes before the end, the Czech looked like a safe victor next to Portugal. The team was leading with 2:0 and they had the control of the game. We in SG were singing for the Czechs to throw the Turks out, but then Arda Turan seemed to score from nowhere in the 75th minute and launched with it a dramatic end phase. Keeper Cech made a big mistake just a few minutes afterwards and the ball landed in front of Nihat and he scored: equation. Penalty!, thought everyone but Nihat himself. He really scored again!!! It didn’t really matter that Turkeys keeper Volkan saw the Red Card, everything was clear. Quarterfinal for Turkey. Let them play against Croatia. Against Switzerland they scored in the last minute, against the Czech Republic they achieved it twice.

Switzerland-Portugal 2:0

That was just a match to prove whole Switzerland that they could give us a nice farewell. “Us” as whole country and to our coach Köbi Kuhn. It was the last game of Zubi (Pascal Zuberbühler), so he could play. Portugal was just a “B”-team without Ronaldo and other good players. (But a B-team with Ricardo and Nani). The first time in this tournament the luck was on our side. Portugal failed three times the goal in the first 60 minutes. Nevertheless it was the third good play of Switzerland and the first victory! In the 17th minute Yakin scored with help of Eren Derdiyok under the legs of Ricardo through right into the goal. Then, 12 minutes later, Fernando Meira fouled Tranquillo Barnetta in the box and Yakin scored again.
After this victory I couldn’t sleep well. It went really long until I did it. I was thinking about the victory but also about the results. “What would be, when…”-questions bothered me.
Can you believe it was the first time Switzerland scored more than one goal in their whole EURO-past? And not just that! It was the first victory of Switzerland since this tournament exists. And everything because of Yakin. A turk. The EURO stands in the sign of Turks, I begin to believe:P Switzerlands next game is against Cyprus on 20th August. Then the team is coached by Ottmar Hitzfeld (20 titles in 20 years coaching, if I remember rightly)

Group B:
Austria
Germany
Poland
Croatia

Austria-Croatia 0:1

Good performance of Austria, but Croatia cleverer in the end. They brought a 4th minute-penalty over the time.

Germany-Poland 2:0

A “without discussion”-victory of Germany. Poland simply too weak. Podolski scored twice. With Miro Klose as preparer to the first goal, there were two Poles killing Poland. By the way: There was the rumour in the newspapers that Poland wants to take the Polish passport of Podolski away. Sorry, but if that is true the Polish government is not more than childish, shitty and unfair.

Croatia-Germany 2:1

Weak performance of Germany and a surprise victory of Croatia! They played compactly and great. They went on to a new tournament favourite.

Austria-Poland 1:1

Austria played a very good game and they wanted the victory! Poland still weak and it was a wonder that they were winning 1:0 at the end of the game. The 93th minute brought a penalty for Austria and the whole nation could be hoping any longer: With a victory against Germany the team would be in the quarter finals. Poland had the same chance.

Croatia-Poland 1:0 + Austria-Germany 0:1

No word to Polands performance. They played boring and uninspired and if the game would have been food, I wouldn’t have eaten it. Croatia was great, although many people were recovering and not playing. The amazing story this evening was this one: Ivan Klasnic, a Croatian player shot a goal. Actually nothing special if you don’t know his story. He has a kidney transplant (kidney of his father in his body) and he is the first player playing the European championship with that. The fact that he scored, makes the story just more lovely. Ivan Klasnic plays by Werder Bremen, but I think he will change the club. I’m not sure if Werder brings Klasnic what he needs.

Ballacks free kick about 25 metres away was on target. The rest of the game was poor, especially Germany was under their options. “It was a hard fight”, said Ballack afterwards and it really was. Germany has to play better in the quarter finals or they are out very soon. The “man of the match” was neither from Germany nor from Austria. It was the referee and his team. Both coaches had to leave the place and go to the stands. Why? They had some discussions with the “4th referee” in the coaching zone. They had refused to go back to the bench. What the fuck! If it had been the Turk coach Fatih Terim, yes…He is a horrible trainer, but those two??? They are tame!:P

Group C:
Romania
France
Italy
The Netherlands

Romania-France 0:0

Everyone said it was a boring game, okay, perhaps it was, but my eyes fixed just Mutu and what he produces is never boring. He is the man in the Russian team, the Regisseur, the leader. He is great. No, not great, he is awesome! France really disappointed.

Netherlands-Italy 3:0

What a spectacle! After this game everyone was talking about Holland. Holland here, Holland there! They were the big, big favourite for the title. They played too great for the Azzurri. Italy was bad and Holland was awesome.

Italy-Romania 1:1

In the 55th minute Adrian Mutu scored for Romania in a fast contra attack. Both teams had good chances. Italy failed because of keeper Lobont and one goal of Luca Toni wasn’t given because of offside: wrong decision. The damn thing for me was the last fifteen minutes when Panucci fouled Nicolae and Mutu came to a penalty. Yes, the real damn thing was that the kick of Mutu wasn’t greatly placed and that Buffon held the ball. Mutu had had the chance to throw Italy out of the cup. Then Romania would have had 4 points, while France would have had just 1(after the loss against Holland). But still everyone was on the road and could get the second ticket to the quarter finals.

Netherlands-France 4:1

Holland makes happy. It’s just football to enjoy. The Oranjes played again a super great football and outshined the French. A clear result to a clear game.

Italy-France 2:0 + Netherlands-Romania 2:0

Not fun for me to comment this time. Italy is a round further with a victory against a weak France in the third game. Again the decision concerned a penalty. A penalty for Italy and a Red Card for France’s Abidal. Pirlo struck (I always thought it’s striked) sovereign. Because we watched the both matches at school in form of a school occasion I found out that I have more influence in my friends as I thought! A few of them were supporting Romania and were thrilled by Mutu just because they were informed by me and I always said they are so great! :D Well to the same time as Italy won, Romania lost and that was the worst case that match day could have brought. I would have been content with France and I would have been happy with Romania. Now it’s Italy. Perfect!
By the way: the day after you saw Italian t-shirts everywhere! I’m sure they just waited until they could wear it. Before the victory of Italy you saw those shirts nowhere! It endured a little bit too long for them to wear them, but in my case, I’m not glad to see them at any time.

Group D:
Spain
Russia
Sweden
Greece

Spain-Russia 4:1

Spain played a great show! Especially David Villa “bewitched” me. “Lack of experience”, meant Russian coach Guus Hiddink about his team. But there is to say that Russia could keep up with Spain in the first half. The difference was the “last pass” that didn’t reach the last man so that he could score. Spain showed fun and joy in their play.

Greece-Sweden 0:2

It was a horrible game to watch and I would have been so angry if I had been in the stadium. You pay a lot and what do the Greeks do? They are in the “develop the game”-phase and three Greek stand in a triangle and pass the ball to each other 23 seconds long without moving and going further. Perhaps they wanted to be better in the “won passes”-statistics. :P:P

Sweden-Spain 1:2

Again Villa was the match winner. In the 92th minute, David Villa scored for Spain and made the second victory in the second game with a 2:1 against Sweden perfect. Spain wasn’t given a penalty and Silva and Fabregas didn’t find the goal in the double-pack after an hour. Villa: “This strike makes me more happy than the three ones in the match against Russia. We were the better team, but the victory was hard.”

Greece-Russia 0:1

Greece lost twice in two games and is out of the cup now like Switzerland was after the first two matches. Never before a European Champion lost like Greece. Russia comes further and has the chance in the last game against Sweden to come to the quarter final. Greece was playfully inferior. The main thing is this: Russia didn’t convince completely, but they were better than Greece. Russia was the deserved winner. In the next play they hope for Andrej Arshavin, who couldn’t play till now because of a Red Card in the qualifications.

Sweden-Russia 0:2

It was the big decision in Group D. Russia or Sweden? The winner would come further. After a short phase of scanning Russia, they steamrolled Sweden. They played strong, pressed, they were certain in ball behaviour and they played a great combination football. One of the most peculiar players was Arshavin, who stood the first time on pitch this EURO. He eventually scored once and Pawljutschenko once. Well. The victory was definitely deserved. Russia, thumbs up for you! You are great!

Greece-Spain 1:2

Spain was qualified, Greece was out before the game. It was just the chance for Greece to donate its fans a nice game. The first half was just boring as I read (I was watching the other game). Then Spain conducted the game and Greece didn’t even take just one point home. 0 points, 1 goal. Poor balance, but that didn’t matter to Spain. The B-team of Spain won again and can now fix the quarterfinals.

Portugal-Germany 2:3 (Quarterfinal)

I was wearing the DFB (German football club) trikot and I was holding a big Germany-flag when I went to the UBS-arena with a few friends. We were two people for Germany, the rest was supporting Portugal. So we two decided to go to the German fans (before we were standing with the Portuguese) and it was the right decision. We had enough reason to cheer. Germany played a lot better than in their last two games against Croatia and Austria, while Portugal couldn’t show their best accomplishment. The short distance shoot of Moutinho was the real start for the match. Germany was more efficient and gained the lead with their first great chance in the 22nd minute. Bastian Schweinsteiger (Schweini) struck the pass of Podolski and whole Germany exulted. In the 26th minute Miro Klose headed the ball into the net: 2:0. Before the match I thought Germany would lose without having one big chance! I was so sure Portugal would dominate and so was everyone else. Before the break Portugal could achieve one goal, so it was just 2:1 for Germany. Thin air or the safe victory? Portugal searched the equation, but because Pepe couldn’t bring the ball “inside”, Germany scored with the next chance. After a free kick of Schweini, Michael Ballack headed the ball into the goal, while keeper Ricardo left the goal unmotivated. The game was thrilling till the end because Helger Postiga struck in the 87th minute and we – the German fans – had to tremble for more than 5 minutes.

Croatia-Turkey 1:3 n. P. (Quarterfinal)

Swiss people can’t shoot penalties. Well, that’s my statement, but it’s a clear one. But let’s start by the beginning. What should I tell about the first 90 minutes? Please forgive me, but I leave this part out. It was just that both had their chances while Croatia was the better team, but Turkey perhaps the cleverer team. Nobody achieved a goal and I never thought it would be a dramatic game in the end. It was the 118th minute of the overtime and I’m sure the coaches were preparing for the penalties. Not so Croatian player Ivan Klasnic: he headed the ball into the goal, Croatia cheered and everything seemed clear. Everything? Clear? Remember! The Turks achieved a last minute goal against Switzerland and two against the Czechs. And I thought WHAT THE FUCK as they really got it!!!!! 122nd minute – actually the game was seven seconds over the time – Semih Sentürk struck. Well, what to say now? Turkey scored every penalty (three ones) and Croatia? *breathe hardly* Modric didn’t score, okay…but…Ivan Rakitic, Swiss Croatian double citizen…didn’t score as well! And then there was Mladen Petric. He went to the penalty point and touched with two fingers his neck, checking his pulse. He looked certainly. His tongue showed me where he wanted to shoot (you know when the tongue shows right, they will shoot right normally??) and he shot right. But not strong enough. It was a weak shot and the keeper held. Croatia is out, Turkey goes further to the half final.

The Netherlands-Russia 1:3 n. V. (Quarterfinal)

100’000 Dutch were in the city Bern, where the game would be played and there were just 10’000 Russians. The expectances were clear: A victory for Holland. The first half was balanced, once the Russians attacked, once the Dutch. 0:0 after 45th minutes. Russia started the second half consequent. You saw, what they really wanted. 56th minute Pawljuchenko (I’m sorry, if I wrote it wrong!) scored! Russia was definitely better than the Netherlands now and I was glad for them and for me (there is still some kind of betting at school). “If you let the Dutch play they are strong. But if you push forward with great tempo, they have difficulties”, said an expert during the break. That was exactly what Russia did. The end of the match belonged to Russia, I thought in the 70th minute. The Netherlands played not like they did in the group rounds. But suddenly! 87th Goal for the Dutch! Ruud Van Nistelrooy. My brother was happy again, I was sad again:P But when the extra time started I was confident. The whole 30 minutes were for Russia. And I didn’t have to be worried about their behaviours in the penalties! They scored twice! 112th minute Goal Russia and in the 116th minute Goal Russia! The second one even by Arshavin, my favourite! I love the Russian play, because they play so many passes and they do them so fast and precisely. Again there was a favourite out of the tournament. My sentence: “Here you see: 100’000 Dutch against 10’000 Russians, but on the pitch there are always 11.” When I said that my brother looked at me surprised and then laughed about me:D “What a shit sentence!”, he claimed, but I knew he liked it when he asked if I had a computer in my head:P I’m a Wanna-be-expert now for him^^.

Spain-Italy 4:1 n. P. (Quarterfinal)

Actually everything was clear before the match. The favourite, the one who was first in his group would fail today. That would be Spain. The best examples showed Portugal, Croatia and Netherland.
I thought “a pig whistles” as my sister told me honestly, she found Buffon cool. Buffon is one of the Italians I hate most! I just hope she never marries an Italian. :P
It was a damn boring match. The most exciting thing was a muff of Buffon where he held a shoot, but lost the ball. The ball then rolled behind and exactly to the post and there Buffon caught it again. But it almost passed the goal line! There the 90 minutes went away and it was still 0:0. The commentator even stated: “The extra time threatens us! No fun, a real threat!” That says everything about the game. There were two similar teams, perhaps too similar teams. Another thing he said was: If the Spanish would go further with the ball, the Italians would never touch a ball because they would stay still (so the ball would just come to them because the Spanish come further). Well the 22nd June is actually a hexed day for Spain in football. Three times they played on 22nd June in the last years and every time they had to go through the penalty and they always lost there. Okay it was the first time thrilling in the match, when the penalties came (it was still no goal achieved). Iker Casillas held the shot of De Rossi and I was sure Spain would win now. But then Buffon held Güizas shot. Well, the good thing was that Di Natale failed afterwards and ITALY IS OUT OF THE CUP! At last we managed it! In the end the victory of Spain was deserved because they wanted the victory more than Italy and Spain tried to score while Italy just thought they would get it anyway (at least it seemed like that). Now Spain is in the half final against Russia. You know they played against them in the group, but I don’t think the 4:1 will return.

One Swiss is still in the tournament. Referee Massimo Busacca whistles the Basel Half final:P Great, isn’t it?:P:P No, without joke, he is a good man.

And another thing away from the EURO: Gelabert goes to the FC Basel. I’m not sure about my other favourites, but the time will show the way.

Oh! And I’m sorry that I wrote so much! I’m sure you didn’t read it all, but that doesn’t matter! I had fun :P

Greeetzz Pulga:D

without any words..

2008-05-25T02:09:00.000-07:00

the last game of SG in the Espenmoos and the Super League... relegated and down

Meh als äs Lebä lang...

2008-05-12T13:41:00.000-07:00

The Espenmoos is the stadium of FC St.Gallen since 1910.
Now at the end they only allowed 11.300 supporters to come into the stadium because the building isn’t really that what it should be. In a few years they want to build the stadium back and leave just the main stand there. It should be a public football pitch then. (Although I read – a few months ago – they wanted to blow it up).

Well. At first I wanted to write a whole paragraph about this topic. The farewell of the beloved stadium. But I can’t get it. I’m just listening to a FCSG-song and it’s a little bit a melancholic mood now:P

Next season there is the AFG Arena with a capacity of 14000 seating and 7000 standing room. The stadium is more in the west of the city and I know I will miss the screaming and the fan songs and the raucous bawling I hear from my house when SG is playing.
Here comes/is the new stadium. Somewhere in the West.

To say goodbye to the stadium I have to mention a little bit of the history just to say what this stadium experienced:
SG was Swiss champion twice. Once in 1904, nobody can remember I guess. But the second time it was in 2000. Before the season 1999/2000 FCSG was predicted a place under the line what means they would be last. But under coach Marcel Koller FCSG became totally surprisingly Swiss champion for the first time since 96 years. At the end we had an advance of 10 points to the second team Basel. The Ghanaian Charles Amoah became best scorer of the season. I don’t really remember that time myself. The only thing I remember is this one: when there were lightning and thunder, everybody at school said “Hey look! That’s Amoah shooting the ball!” So sweeeeeet, isn’t it? Little children saying it’s Amoah when there is thunder:P Although I had no idea of football to that time I knew the name Charles Amoah. He was the only one.
After the champions season we lost the Champions League qualification because of Galatasaray Istanbul. In the UEFA Cup we eventually managed to beat Chelsea London. We still remember that match nowadays. In the next round there was the Out against FC Brügge after a goal against us in the 93rd minute of the return game.

In the last round of the season 2000/2001 the Swiss championship was decided between FCSG, the Grasshoppers and the FC Lugano. FCSG lost against the Grasshoppers their first loss at home since two years and the Grasshoppers became champion. FCSG had just got the third place. In the UEFA Cup we lost in spite of a 1:0 victory on outer pitch against the German team SC Freiburg.

A lot of players followed a more lucrative offering afterwards and since that time we just played in the middle of the league if we weren’t fighting against the relegation.

“Das isch üsen FC Sanggallä, do bi dir sind mir dihei! Für immer und ewig, meh als äs Lebä lang!“

FCSG FOR EVER....AND LONGER!

GOODBYE GJASULA!

2008-04-11T08:08:00.000-07:00

There he goes! Out of the club and out of the team. On Wednesday coach Krassimir Balakov throw two players out of the team: Franco Di Jorio and Jürgen Gjasula. Di Jorio played the last months just in the U21 team and he wasn’t really important. If you would ask me I would say he did nothing for the team. He was just there. So it doesn’t matter if he is gone.
But then there is Gjasula. And he was the regisseur although he didn’t achieve many goals. But he was there and I think he fought for the team. The team needed him! He scored 6 goals and even if the most of them were penalties he SCORED them! And now he is out! From one day to another! The reason: These two guys seemed to be not to a hundred percent by the team and they couldn’t fight the way they should have been. Says the coach. It was just his decision. And plenty of fans are glad now because almost nobody liked Gjasula. But I did it. He was smart, he had talent. Of course he wasn’t a real fighter like Zelli is, but please! Zelli can do nothing but fighting!
As soon as I heard about this decision a question popped up in my mind. Can a team that is struggling against relegation afford a loss like that??? Well, I don’t know if they can descend deeper than that but perhaps they can convince me tomorrow that the decision was the right one.

Gjasula: Thanks for all you’ve done! Thank you!

To come away from that crime that turns into a drama, I want to speak about the – actually – most original topic this week: Panini! These damn expensive little stickers that increase a big addiction in a great deal of people. I’m still not sure if I should kick the habit or collect all my money and be happy^^. And it IS an addiction for me! I want those little stickers, I really want or even need them! But where do I take the money from? Now you all say: Why do you just…DON’T buy them?? And then I would have to remember you that it’s a souvenir to the EM in our own country! They even have a special edition of the Panini Stickers for Switzerland because it is a host city! There are more Swiss stickers available and you see for example any Barnettas or Senderos’ in action.

Now I sit here and tell you that I’m addicted to stickers!! But let’s say: I’m not alone! “You never walk alone!” Sing it for Liverpool because they reached semi final in the Champions League. Clap for ManU and for Barcelona for their success! And stand up for the (champions!) Glasgow Rangers! They are the BEST!

Greeeetzz your Pulga

By the way: I know I will buy those damn expensive football stickers. I know I will! Damn addiction… it’s just a matter of time.

The way leading to the end of the season

2008-03-20T05:40:00.000-07:00

BeNaGlIoOh!!! FCSG-Xamax. And everyone screams Benaglio to "kill" Zubi. Mean, isn't it? Or is it just okay because we are from SG and everyone hates Zubi here?

Benaglio is the best, we all know that. But would he want that we scream out his name to confuse his colleague? Is he glad and does he feel more confident when he hears that? I don't think so. At least if a reporter would ask him this question, he would refuse.

I hate Zubi, you know that. I love Benaglio, you know that as well. But I'm just practicing to prove that I would be able to write for a newspaper^^. No joke! I really like to write such things. So...back to work.

Now we have holidays. And our FCSG worked out a 0:0 against Xamax. No goals on each side. Alex, our topscorer, who was injured a long time, is back now. But can he help us to win? Is he really able to change the new downswing? We had 4 victories in a row, but then there were 2 losses on outer pitch against the right now two best teams of Switzerland. After that we tied the last match against Neuchâtel Xamax. What does this draw tell us? Was there so much self-confidence after the 4 victories so that everyone thought everything would work automatically? Or is it just not possible to win or at least tie against YB and Basel? I think the draw against Xamax, that has exactly the same amount of points as us, was a sign. We should have won this match. But we couldn't do it. Let's hope there is a victory on Saturday. In every case the next game will show us the way where we stand on. Let's scream out GOAL! the next time instead of BENAGLIO! He can't help us winning. We need our own players. And we need a dangerous forward. We just need to win.

Was sind mir?? - St.Galler!!

2008-03-02T00:57:00.000-08:00

4th Victory in a row! Let's hope they win against Basel! And afterwards against Xamax! Zubi Zubi Ha-ha-ha!

Memories with/about/for/from my friends

2008-02-19T11:12:00.000-08:00

Just a little bit to my best friends!

Sarah: Ohni di wär i ez no immer i mim Eckli am stoh und nöd d Sklave am beobachte! ;-)
Daaanke!!! Weisch no i dä erste?? Mir sind amigs mit dä Diddls und so am Spiele gsi! Und scho do hets immer gheisse: am vieri Zvieri esse! =) Mer hend sooo vill luschtigs Züüg scho erlebt, dassi scho gaaanz vill vergesse ha^^… I cha eh nöd alles ufzelle! Bim Badminton: „Stell dir vor da isch dä Batt“.. Und dä Dominic mit dä riise Schueh! Und dä Rooolf…er isch mit mim Papi id Schuel:P Luegsch dine Sklave guät, gell? Und en Gruess vom Mike vo dä Gschicht (du hesch immer so Freud ka a ihm!). Passisch uf dä Balkä-David uf! Er isch wertvoll!:P:P

Sandra: Ouuh..Do fallt mir au gad ganz vill ih! Bim FCSG-Match i uf eimol mit „da isch en Chellner“ und du luegsch mi ah und i seg eifach nuno allne Chellner! Dä Chellner vom La Bocca:P:P Deeenn..wa gits no?? Ööööh…Tip Tip Tip, Battle on this ship….:P „Chunnt d Chatz wieder hei, isch sie gviertlet (, nei! Sie het nu chrummi Bei)! Ganz neu!:P Frisch wie en Salot =) Weisch no üsi Tabellene (dä Ozy immer: Tabälä^^) und all diä tuusig nämä für d Gurke?? Spontan falled mir no Begriff ii wie: Kemalino, Kebab, Waldmensche, Schal…
Am geilste isch eh dass mir mit em Tascherechner gheimi Nochrichte schriebed während dä Stund und dä Rüü merkts nöd =)

Saski: Du bisch so luschtig! Du bi mim Vorstelligsgspröch mit dim geile Ton!! Und dassd immer bi dä Pause zu üs chunnsch:P Und bim Hagi wo mir eifach mol glachet hend ohni Grund…:P Hee, i gseh din Joghurtbecher! Les en uf!! =P Weisch no bi dä Lier??? Mir hend üs immer über si luschtig gmacht und sie het üses „Deutschlaaaaaand“ falsch benotet.

Nata: Am beste isch eh dä Ziestignomi wenn mir früehner id schuel chömed! Da isch immer so luschtig, mir hocked eifach do und losed Musig oder du redsch und redsch züüg vome test und i merks mir denn:P Sit neustem isch no Serbischlerne dezuecho:P I hass Serbisch=D Üsen Vendettatisch isch eeeeh dä bescht! I lieb en! Üsen tisch!! :P:P Und dass mir immer striited liigt sicher dra, dass du serbisch bisch und i schwizerisch:P Hiro: "Fliegender Maann"

Leo: Nothing in German this time^^.. Ähm…(is that allowed?? A Umlaut!) Why did you choose to write to me on Youtube? Just because you were impressed I was against my team and there because of Messi? He’s the greatest! Messiiih!:P:P And you are just the villain and the clown =) Noo, just a joke! Our “Stadt, Land, Fluss / Tutti Frutti” with my cheatings was awesome. I never did it in English. It’s awesome because you wrote “bistec” and I wrote things were not possible. But I’m proud of “Riquelme” or was it “Palermo”?? One of them (they really are very similar to me). Greet Roman!

Raffi: Jeah! :P:P Da seisch imfall immer!! Mit dir isch s lager no vill luschtiger gsi! Und wommer hend möse warte vorem Friedhof bis di andere usecho sind, diä Lüüüt!! Ouuu und dä Schlieri und dä Lappi am Springe! Weisch no dass du dä Bodyguard vo mim Arrttuu-Frosch bisch?? =) „Juan Pabloooooh…“ Raffi: „Montoya!“ Haha..
Sunrise Avenue 4-ever!!! Mit dim Cover isch es no vill geiler! Hesch dir eigentli müeh geh?? Oder schriebsch immer so geil??:P

Beat: Checksch Mathe??:P I müesst mol zu dir hocke im Englisch und immer sege: „ooouuh bisch du blöööd! So e hohli Nuss! Du bisch so blöd!“ Neii, scho guät, Bäät:P Solangd mir nöd Föteli seisch^^. I weiss scho wieso dassd mir Föteli seisch: Du hesch gstört vill Lagerfotene vo mir und mim Arrrrrttuu-Frosch gmacht!

Klar gits do no di andere, aber diä lueged jo diä site nöd ah!^^

Snowboard week ABC

2008-01-26T05:19:00.000-08:00

ARaber
Balkedavid
Chabiskool
DJ Mixmaster Bäät
Ebli
Frosch / Friidhoof
Gefolge
Halex
Inside (what a shit, has nothing to do with the week)
Jakob
Kotzig
Liridon (I hope he doesn't read that:P)
Mutzli
Nackte Buuch
Ouuh
Popcornsuppä
Q = nothing appropriate
Randgruppä
Skiwasser
Tarzan
U...you know:P
Vollemo
Wissen (three cowboys)
X = nothing appropriate
Yeah!
Zeichnigsthemene

snowboard week in Bizau, Austria

2008-01-26T04:46:00.000-08:00

The snowboard holiday was great! First of all our evenings. And my frog, my little Arttu Anders Jacobsen from Finland and Norway was very glad to learn to know new friends ;-)

And our “ABC”!!! Oh noooo! =D And our “TV” (looking through the window to the next room) was…hmm… it was LIKE TV =). Hey Cookie, Sarah could sleep very well with David on the wall, right?

Arttu lets greet you all! No, not all. He doesn’t like Beat, he has fought against him, but he loves Raffi, my bodyguard, who cared a lot about my frog!

And if you want I put pictures from the week here, just tell me!

Greeeeeeeeetzz Pulgaaahhh back in Switzerland!

hmm... I call it: Imaginations =P

2008-01-11T12:52:00.000-08:00

After a long interval Pulga is back. Now in the New Year. Hope you all had a great holiday without learning too much or whatever. (I’ve no idea what to write now but it’s really time for a next posting)

*10 minutes later*.. Okay today I tell you about my real skills. I’m a mind reader, I can connect two strange souls, I’m the real next Uri Geller (Swiss :P), I am able to move my knee from its place, I’m a great sleeper, a bad cooker and an agent (a James Bond agent). I’m Michi Jackson without aesthetic surgery (now I had to laugh =P) and I can stand next to the rabbit and say to my friends: “Look, that’s my father”. I’m a chicken hater and I am the president of the “Luca Toni Anti-Fanclub”. I love Marco Materazzi and hate Zinédine Zidane and that was a big lie. So! Now it’s your turn! What exactly are you and what are your hidden skills??? :P Oh no, I should stop here. It’s enough…

*sigh*And THAT happens when it’s boring and I have no idea what I should tell… but remember.. I’ve not forced you to read it ;-)

Well, I write more when I’m down and don’t suffer from those imaginations any longer:P:P

Greeeeetzz from my “very nice” left knee. It wishes you a great (physio)time.

...

2007-12-31T10:09:00.000-08:00

I really think about making my blog in two languages… German and English. There are friends are nerved about my English because they won’t understand everything (or think they will not).

Well.. I just wanted to wish you all a Happy New Year!

That’s all. Hope you enjoy the holidays.

CoNgRaTuLaTiOnS, AnDi

2007-12-23T10:50:00.000-08:00

...to your great victory!!! The first time a Swiss wins here in Engelberg! Hope you keep fit and win a lot more in this season!!

Skispringää und Poker =)

2007-12-22T05:13:00.001-08:00

Andi won the qualifiying again. This time for the “home game”. And the competition itself was better, too.

To all my friends: Wish you a great Christmas with lots of gifts:P:P Hope, you all survive the “time of contemplation”. No, sorry, just a joke^^. Of course you do!

And thanks for your gifts! They were great =D

I’m looking forward to planning and playing our poker days!!! (I hope I win them all, so I don’t have to give all my money away for it^^)

Lots of love!!! Your Pulgaaaaaaaaah

Ski Jumpiiing

2007-12-16T07:01:00.001-08:00

Finally the ski jumping season has begun! I’m SO glad, twice to three times per week I can see my idols! :P

With Andi and Simi we have a great year, I’m sure! And of course the others mustn’t be missing! Michi (believe in you) and Guido (it’s great to see you jumping!)!!

I’m so sorry for Andi, my special favourite. I hoped you can stop Morgi’s series of victories and then this “fall” in the second jump. But nevertheless: Fight and never give up! You are the best and ski jumping is the best sport!
I like you all because you are funny and honestly and such good humans. All ski jumpers are such likeable I can’t believe it!

Well. Christmas comes closer and everywhere everything blinks and shines. I don’t know what about you, but I don’t like it. It’s just some more electricity where it’s not necessary (I know I don’t have to say something I need a lot of electricity…).

One week and then holidays! I will use these holidays to prepare for the “BMS-Test” and of course for the First Certificate. If I want to pass it, I have to learn a looot.

Greeeeetzz Pulga (and thanks for your comments, MJ the second! :P:P:P)

Champion 2008??

2007-12-03T10:42:00.001-08:00

Hi there^^!

Eventually the groups are chosen! Opening game against the Czech Republic, Turkey and Portugal follow. At last I’m happy with this group although I had my doubts at the very beginning. The group is okay. Perhaps I thought to negative when I ever thought about Switzerland against Turkey. Could be. And I have to repeat my question: WHO BECOMES EUROPEAN CHAMPION 2008??? (You know, I don’t write that just for me….I know, you read it, but please leave a comment!)

Well.. Then about our club. What the fuck was that? 2:7!! I don’t know what must happen, but it can’t stay that way. I won’t play in a deeper league! SO TURN IT BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE!!!

The Poetry Slam on Friday evening was awesome! Laurin and Nico 4-ever!! And of course the text with the sheep! “Weisse Schafe…(schwarze Schafe über die Grenze zu schmeissen)…” LOL! It was awesome!

Just three weeks till holidays, aren’t there? Three or four weeks, don’t know exactly^^.

Greeeeeeeeetzz Pulga

The Draws

2007-11-28T06:56:00.000-08:00

Now we have all teams together for the EM. Poland, Portugal, Italy, France, Greece, Turkey, the Czech Republic, Germany, Croatia, Russia, Spain, Sweden, Romania and the Netherlands, but you all know that. I've almost forgotten Switzerland and Austria^^.
Big drama with England, but I'm not unhappy they will not be there. I thought: Why England, when Scotland doesn't, either?
Well. This weekend is the draw, I'm very nervous because of that^^. There are some teams, I won't play against. For example Turkey or perhaps Italy.
My favourite group for Switzerland would be France, Sweden and the Netherlands. I'm not sure at the moment, if that could be a possible group, but doesn't matter. And I hope there will be the meeting France against Italy, but just if France is the winner!

And we had a qualification draw last week. For the WM 2010 in South Africa. There we have the best group, we could get. Greece, Israel, Moldova, Latvia and Luxembourg. It is possible, but Greece and Israel aren't easy to defeat. But I say more to this group in a year^^. Early enough!! At first there is the EM in my own country and that event, I have to enjoy each moment! I wanna visit one to three matches and I wanna take loots of pictures. Why not the final in Vienna? Well, let's see! Till the next time (would be after the draw) and take care, my friends!!! (Although you are too lazy to spend a tiny time to write just one comment for me!)

Greeeeeeeeeeeeeetzzz youur Puuulgaa

some more comments :D

2007-11-18T05:22:00.000-08:00

D Italiener hends wiedermol gschafft. Beat my bravehearts. And I was so glad to see, how they played the last weeks! But nothing! Now, the Italians take part at the EM. I wished the Scottish would beat them, but no success. Well. And it becomes clearer and clearer which teams play there.

My friends, I miss your comments!! So tell me your favourites! Which teams are your most beloved? And which team wins the European cup?? Your own opinions, I need them.
My favourites are Germany, France, Spain and of course Switzerland!

And the team that wins will be... hm... France or Switzerland (I think positive:D)

I don’t want to leave a comment about FCSG now… No, I don’t do that. I’m shocked! :D

But just something else. Tell me your favourite football player! (Sorry, but I miss some comments!) You know mine, I want to know yours.

Greeetzz till your comments! Pulgaaaah

Thank youu

2007-11-08T08:38:00.000-08:00

Just a little thanks to all people, which gave me a very nice birthday! Thank you all! I love you!

Yes, and there I also wanted to say thank you to my both nice teacher...your tests were amazing^^(not really seriously) But sorry the marks were bad! :D

And a special greeting to Nata! Nice noon, I must say!

Äähm.. yes, that was all!

Greeeeetzz your Pulgaaaaahh

Powerwalk, FCSG und EM

2007-10-28T04:27:00.000-07:00

Nochdem i jo ez scho e ganzes ziitli nüme gschriebe ha, hani denkt, i mue mol wieder e lebeszeiche vo mir geh. Damol halt uf schwizerdütsch, will da chli schneller goht^^.

Mer hend jo dä powerwalk gha i dä schuel und mer hends üs würkli gmüetlich gmacht. Nöd zur Freud vo gwüssne andere, aber zur eigene Zfriedäheit hets glanget. Usserdem hemmer doch e paar Interviews dezue chöne füehre und da het zum Teil doch zu ussergwöhnliche Antworte gfüehrt ;-). Zum Bispiel, dass dä Powerwalk vome Mister Power erfunde worde isch und dass eim bi Argentinie „Wärmi, Fuessball und Südamerika“ ifalled. Au hemmer no us zueverlässiger Quellä erfahre, dass di eigne Landslüüt di spanische Fuessballspieler nöd für „di beschte vo dä Welt“ haltet. (trifft natürli nöd uf alli zue, aber mir hend do doch en Spanier i dä Schuel, wo irgendwie nöd a sis Team glaubt….??)
A dere Stell wötti üsne liebe Lehrer no ganz herzlich für ihri Statements dankä! Si hend für Unterhaltig gsorgt!

Denn no e Wort zu üsem FC. Dem gohts jo würkli nöd grad blendend und i cha mi au nöd für dä einti (us minere Sicht gstohlene) Punkt us Luzern begeistere. Do frogt mer sich langsam, wa denn Schuld isch, dass üsen FC plötzli am Tabelläendi stoht. Het mer s vilicht au chöne verhindere? Wer isch dä Uslöser gsi? Isch es würkli nur dä Weiler oder sött mer villicht au überdenke, dass mer doch zvill Argentinier im Team hend und sich da schlussendlich negativ ufs Team uswirkt?? I bitt eu, do eui Gedanke i Form vome Kommentar niederzschriebe, wenn ehr Luscht hend, eu z üssere.

I persönlich freu mi jo scho ufd EM und natürli ufd Teams, wo döt teilnehmed. Vor allem bin i ufs Resultat vo dä Gruppä B gspannt. I hoff natürli uf d Bravehearts und d Les Bleus. S Spitzespiel Schottland geg Italie wird usschlaggebend si und i hoff nur, d Schotte ziehnd ihri Erfolgssspur witer und zeiged au em Weltmeister, wie mer mit Liidäschaft spielt!

Jo, da wärs mol gsi für hüt und i meld mi sicher wieder mol. Allerspötestens a dä EM ;-). Denn werdi nämli ganz klar meh postä und versueche, d Euphorie sowie di negative Emotione do witerzgeh.

Bis denn und greeeeeeetzz euä Pulga

Introduction about me

2007-10-06T15:28:00.000-07:00

Heey, welcome here!

I’m “Pulga” (not my right name of course, greeetzz to all pulgas^^) and I will tell you now a little bit about me.
I live in St.Gallen here in Switzerland and my hobbies are writing stories, playing poker, being on the computer, watching football, laughing with my friends and a lot more.
I’m fan from our hometown football club. I was born with a green-white heart, so I am not only the supporter of our FCSG, but also of Werder Bremen. By the way, my favourite fan-sound is the “Zubi-Zubi ha-ha-ha”-one *grins*. My favourite international football players are Lionel Messi and Zinedine Zidane. I also like Diego from Werder Bremen. And hometown-player I like most Aguirre, Mendez and Gjasula and the whole FCSG (what else^^?). Keeps to mention my favourite national football teams. Quite clear: Switzerland and Argentina.
Soo and because we have a really great tennis-ass in our country I like tennis, too. Not only our Roger Federer, but Rafa Nadal and Novak Djokovic, the greatest imitator I’ve ever seen.
And in winter there I have ski jumping.
What else could I tell? Ok, a bit to my person. I’m humorous, fanciful and capable of enthusiasm (sometimes too much^^).

Soon I write more here, until then greeeetzz from Pulga to all readers and all my friends ;-)

(oh and please tell me what I should write here.. I’ve no idea :P )