Here's our first 3 sets of answers! Who do you think each set belong to?
I may have changed wording here or there and missed bits out if i thought it gave away your identity/ nationality so i hope you don't mind girls! If you want to play then get your answers to me asap and i'll put them in a future post
Your options are- Aoife, Callie, Erin, Gina, Laura, Lucy, Malin, MG, MXA, Pau, Pavi, Steph, Venice. Post who you think it is and if you can why..
A
Where do you want to go on your honeymoon? Italy.
How old were you when you had your first kiss? 13/14 maybe?
What are your favourite songs? (Max 3) Wild Cherry - Play that funky music, ABBA - Dancing Queen, She's like the wind - Patrick Swayze
What is your favourite animal? Kittens
What are your favourite films? (Max 3) The fast and the furious, how to lose a guy in ten days and Armagedon
What is your favourite food/meal? fish fingers, chips and beans.
What is your favourite colour? yellow
Who’s your favourite Disney character? Tinkerbell
What’s your favourite book? (Max 3) The suitcase kid
Where was your best holiday? A weekend for someones 21st, 11 girls and 3 log cabins, great fun!
Which Hollywood actress would you pick to play you if a movie of your life was made? Rachel Bilson, although I unfortunately look nothing like her.
What was your favourite subject at school? Textiles.
B
Where do you want to go on your honeymoon?
- tough one... Morocco
How old were you when you had your first kiss?
- 14
What are your favourite songs? (Max 3)
- There's a Light that Never Goes Out by The Smiths
What is your favourite animal?
- hedgehog
What are your favourite films? (Max 3)
- Clockwork Orange
What is your favourite food/meal?
- mozzarella cheese
What is your favourite colour?
- green
Who’s your favourite Disney character?
- Goofy I guess.
What’s your favourite drink?
- lemon vodka
Where was your best holiday?
- Portugal
Which Hollywood actress would you pick to play you if a movie of your life was made?
- Cate Blanchett or Toni Colette or someone like that. not that I look anything like that.
What was your favourite subject at school?
- Languages.
C
Where do you want to go on your honeymoon? Rome
How old were you when you had your first kiss? 12
What are your favourite films? (Max 3) Sleepless In Seattle, Donnie Darko, Almost Famous
What is your favourite food/meal? Roast chicken dinner
What is your favourite colour? Purple
Who’s your favourite Disney character? Buzz Lightyear
What’s your favourite book? (Max 3) All the Harry Potters, The Secret Garden
Which Hollywood actress would you pick to play you if a movie of your life was made? Probably Katherine Heigl.
What was your favourite subject at school? English and History
If you find it really hard im sorry! I realised doing this that we have very similar tastes! Next time i'll make sure the questions give more away about our personality.
Ooo and you might want to comment even if your up there to avoid suspicion
Friday, 11 July 2008
Do you want to play a game?
Ok Chickas! We're gonna have a bit of a guessing game in the next couple of days..
If you'd like to play then answer the following questions and send them to me on Kickette. I'll post them in a few days, labeled only with a letter and we'll have to guess who's answers they are. Don't worry if you want to miss some out because i'll only be posting a few of your answers so that it doesn't give away who you are too easily.
Ready? Set? Go!
Where do you want to go on your honeymoon?
How old were you when you had your first kiss?
What are your favourite songs? (Max 3)
What is your favourite animal?
What are your favourite films? (Max 3)
What is your favourite food/meal?
What is your favourite colour?
Who’s your favourite Disney character?
What’s your favourite book? (Max 3)
What’s your favourite drink?
Where was your best holiday?
Which Hollywood actress would you pick to play you if a movie of your life was made?
What was your favourite subject at school?
Thanks to Gina, Lucy, Pau, Pavi and MXA for help with the questions.
If you'd like to play then answer the following questions and send them to me on Kickette. I'll post them in a few days, labeled only with a letter and we'll have to guess who's answers they are. Don't worry if you want to miss some out because i'll only be posting a few of your answers so that it doesn't give away who you are too easily.
Ready? Set? Go!
Where do you want to go on your honeymoon?
How old were you when you had your first kiss?
What are your favourite songs? (Max 3)
What is your favourite animal?
What are your favourite films? (Max 3)
What is your favourite food/meal?
What is your favourite colour?
Who’s your favourite Disney character?
What’s your favourite book? (Max 3)
What’s your favourite drink?
Where was your best holiday?
Which Hollywood actress would you pick to play you if a movie of your life was made?
What was your favourite subject at school?
Thanks to Gina, Lucy, Pau, Pavi and MXA for help with the questions.
Thursday, 10 July 2008
SBAers are a talented bunch 2- They can even make LD cry!!
Pavi
As I wrap each plate in a sheet of newspaper and place it into the box at my feet I feel a bit more depressed at the outcome of the past few years. I survey the boxes littered throughout the tiny flat which I have called home for the past three years and which holds more memories than I care to remember at the moment.
From somewhere within the clutter of my living room I hear my phone ringing; surprisingly I manage to get to it before I misse the call.
“Hello?” I say a little out of breath.
“Pavi, it’s Mamen. I know we haven’t talked in a while but I couldn’t let you leave Madrid without talking to you.”
I immediately begin apologizing, “I’m so sorry I haven’t called you lately Mamen but after everything that happened I just didn’t know how to face any of you.”
“I completely understand Pavi, but I’m calling because Raul and I are planning a goodbye dinner for you tomorrow night so we’ll be meeting at Zalacaín at 10pm.”
How can I tell her that Zalacaín was the same restaurant he had taken me to on our first date.
I can’t, so instead I just try to sound as cheery as possible. “Mamen you know you didn’t have to do that for me, but thank you and I’ll see you both tomorrow night.” “Wait one quick question; he won’t be there will he?”
“No, of course not” she says, but I detect a funny tone in her voice.
“You never were very good at lying” I joke almost as if everything is normal.
Her tone turns serious and she says “Pavi I really think you two should talk before you leave for London at the end of the week.”
“I don’t think we have anything left to talk about, he made his decision and I’ve made mine.”
“Well then I guess I will be seeing you tomorrow night then, goodbye.”
“Okay see you tomorrow then, bye Mamen.”
After getting off the phone I can’t concentrate on packing anymore so I find myself just wandering through the flat. As I walk from room to room the memories come flooding back to me until I can feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks.
I walk through the hallway and remember a night two years ago when we came stumbling in after a night out and instantly began ripping each other’s clothes off; it was our first time having sex and it was neither sweet nor gentle, but just plain perfect.
I keep walking until I find myself standing in the kitchen remembering a night six months later when I came home to discover him cooking dinner. He had just laughed at the look of shock on my face and then poured me a glass of wine and continued cooking while we discussed our day.
I walk into the bathroom with every intention of continuing to pack when I spot the thermometer sitting on the sink. It instantly transports me back to a day six months ago when he had come over to my place after training only to find me lying in bed with a fever. He asked for the thermometer to check my temperature but I told him I didn’t have one. He ran out to the shop to get one and had returned with medicine, soup, tissues and everything else I would need for the next few days. He didn’t leave my side the entire time and never once complained about having to take care of me. After that I had just known I wanted to spend my life with him, at the time I thought he wanted the same thing.
*The Next Evening*
I have been standing in front of my closet for the past hour and I still can’t pick an outfit for the goodbye dinner. I finally choose my little black dress put on some heels and do my makeup and I’m ready to go.
By the time I arrive at the restaurant almost everyone is already there and as I greet everyone I feel so much love for all of these people who have become my family in the past three years. It feels surreal to look down the table and see Raul, Ruud, Fabio, and Miguel; who are considered celebrities in Madrid, but I just see them as my friends. I thought they would forget about me after the relationship ended but they have all stuck by me, even though they’re mostly his friends.
I notice that the chair at the end of the table is empty and I don’t know if I should feel sad or relieved. Since our breakup the tabloids have linked him with every model and actress in Madrid; I try to tell myself he can date whoever he wants, especially now that I’m leaving and I won’t have to read about it every day.
Just as I am beginning to relax and starting to have fun he walks up to the table and takes a seat as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. We briefly make eye contact and I try to smile at him but I don’t know if I succeed.
After dinner and several bottles of wine someone has the brilliant idea to go dancing and we’re all so drunk that it sounds like the best idea anyone’s ever had.
As we’re heading out the door, a hand reaches out and grabs my arm. I hear a voice in my ear, “I need to talk to you.” Everyone else keeps walking completely oblivious to the scene unfolding behind them and then I see Mamen look back and smile at me as she keeps walking with her husband.
Without turning around I say “I don’t think we have anything left to talk about, I’m leaving in two days and then all of this will just be a bad memory.”
“I know I said a lot of hurtful things but I was scared, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”
“You could have just talked to me; I thought you wanted to same thing from this relationship that I did. I don’t know if I can go back to the way things were.”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we ended things and I can’t let you leave without trying to fix it.”
He suddenly takes my face between his hands to place a tender yet passionate kiss on my lips and I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes.
I push him away and through the tears I barely manage to say, “Sergio I don’t know if we can fix this because I know what I want and I don’t know if I can wait around for you to be ready.”
As I turn to walk away I feel a velvet box being pressed into my hand. I’m speechless so all I can do is stare at the box and then back at him. “Open it” he says. Inside the box is a beautiful diamond ring. He takes the ring from the box and gets down on one knee and says “I love you more than anything, will you marry me?”
As I look into his eyes all I see is his love for me and all I can say is “yes.” His face lights up with a huge grin and I instantly know that no matter what has happened between us in the past, in this moment he’s the man I’m meant to spend the rest of my life with. As he puts the ring on my finger I notice an inscription written on the band, I ask him about it and he tells me it says “te quiero mi amor.” I feel the tears in my eyes again as I throw my arms around his neck and press my lips to his before whispering “I love you, Sergio.”
Gina
He looked over at the sleeping girl in the bed next to him, feeling the guilt wash over him. Her long brown hair was splayed out over the pillow and she had a soft smile of her face, obviously having a pleasant dream. She looked like an angel sleeping, and it made him feel like a complete bastard for what he was doing to her. He knew he would never be able to commit to her fully, not while his wife and child were waiting for him at home. He knew very well what would happen if this ever got out, yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Every time she called him up, he’d find the excuses shot out of his head and he was at her front door minutes later. It was only after, when she fell asleep and the guilt eating away at him prevented him from doing the same he realised that this couldn’t go on. Sighing heavily as his phone vibrated, he picked up and held it to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?”
“I’m on my way home right now, I crashed at Iker’s last night. I’ll be there soon.”
There was a noise in the background, and then another voice was heard down the line.
“Papa!”
He bit his lip hearing his daughter’s excitement, looking over at the sleeping girl next to him again. She rolled over in her sleep, her arm sprawling across his lap and he took a sharp intake of breath.
“I’ll be home soon Zaida. I love you.”
He heard the excited giggle as his wife pulled the phone out of the little girl’s hand, holding back to her own ear.
“Hurry back, ok? We haven’t seen you since yesterday afternoon.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can. Give Zaida a kiss from me.”
He hung up, slotting his phone back into the pocket of his jeans before standing up and pulling them on. The sleeping girl opened one eye at the movement, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and looking up at him, her hazel eyes still not focussing properly. He kissed her on the forehead, brushing her hair out of her face.
“I have to go.”
She nodded, a brief flash of disappointment showing on her face before she replaced it with a smile. It wasn’t brief enough though, and he caught it. The guilt was back tenfold, knowing that he was hurting her by doing this. He couldn’t give her what she wanted; yet he was too selfish to let her go. Did he love her? Was it even possible to love two people at the same time?
“I’m sorry, I promised Zaida I’d spend some time with her today.”
“It’s fine, I understand. She’s your daughter, she always comes first. I’d be the same in your position.”
“I hate leaving you like this.”
She nodded again, trying hard to keep the tears at bay. She always picked the wrong guys, always ended up getting hurt. She let him kiss her, not having the energy or the heart to pull back. She looked away as he slid his wedding ring back onto his finger, not wanting to be reminded of what they were doing.
“I’ll call you later.”
And with that, he was walking out of the door, leaving her sat in bed with the sheets wrapped tightly around her and the hot tears already flowing steadily.
He opened the front door to his house and was instantly greeting by his daughter, who ran at him from the living room, grabbing onto his left leg and squeezing tightly. He laughed and picked her up, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling against his chest as he walked through the house trying to find his wife. Zaida was struggling against him, so he put her back down and she reached for his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen. He followed his daughter, watching as she thrust a piece of paper at him proudly. He looked down at it, smiling as he saw what she had drawn. In the messy scrawl of a three year old was a picture of four stick people, all holding hands and smiling. He recognised three of the people instantly, but the fourth baffled him. Looking down at his daughter, ha asked her who the fourth person was. With a beaming smile, she replied.
“Gina. She’s pretty, I like her.”
Biting his lip as the smile on his face faded, he started panicking. If Zaida had picked up on it, would his wife have done the same? It was too much of a risk, and it wasn’t one he was willing to take. Giving his daughter another kiss and telling her it was a beautiful picture before excusing himself, he left her in the kitchen. Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he dialled the number he knew off by heart, waiting several seconds before she picked up.
“That was quick! Zaida bored of you already?”
“No. And that’s not why I’m calling. This thing…whatever it is. It has to stop.”
Her face fell and she struggled to hide the sadness in her voice as she replied.
“David, I know your family comes first and I understand that. I would never try to come between you and them.”
“The thing is, you already are. I am missing the best years of my daughter’s life when I’m with you, and I can’t do it anymore. She drew a picture of the family the other day and showed it to me just now. You’re in it!”
Her face paled as he said those words, knowing that this was where it ended. This was his way of saying it’s over between them.
“She’s three years old, I’m not going to break everything she ever knew.”
“I’m not asking you to. I may be a lot of things David, but I’m not a home wrecker. If you’re sure that this is what you want, then it’s fine with me. I knew when we started this that it wasn’t going to be forever and I thought it wasn’t going to be serious. I just didn’t think that somewhere down the line, I’d fall in love with you.”
He hesitated for a second, knowing that once he’d said the words, he couldn’t take them back. It would change everything. Taking a deep breath, he finally spoke.
“I love you too. But I love my daughter more, and I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.”
He didn’t wait for a reply, hanging up before he heard the broken sob escape her. She’d known it was coming, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. He tucked the phone back into his pocket, walking back into the house and greeting his wife with a kiss. He’d made his decision, and only the guilt eating away at him inside told him that it had been the wrong one. He’d broken two hearts with those few sentences, and watching his daughter drawing yet another picture, her tongue poking out in concentration, he hoped that it would all be worth it in the long run. He told himself that he was doing this for her. That had to be enough.
As I wrap each plate in a sheet of newspaper and place it into the box at my feet I feel a bit more depressed at the outcome of the past few years. I survey the boxes littered throughout the tiny flat which I have called home for the past three years and which holds more memories than I care to remember at the moment.
From somewhere within the clutter of my living room I hear my phone ringing; surprisingly I manage to get to it before I misse the call.
“Hello?” I say a little out of breath.
“Pavi, it’s Mamen. I know we haven’t talked in a while but I couldn’t let you leave Madrid without talking to you.”
I immediately begin apologizing, “I’m so sorry I haven’t called you lately Mamen but after everything that happened I just didn’t know how to face any of you.”
“I completely understand Pavi, but I’m calling because Raul and I are planning a goodbye dinner for you tomorrow night so we’ll be meeting at Zalacaín at 10pm.”
How can I tell her that Zalacaín was the same restaurant he had taken me to on our first date.
I can’t, so instead I just try to sound as cheery as possible. “Mamen you know you didn’t have to do that for me, but thank you and I’ll see you both tomorrow night.” “Wait one quick question; he won’t be there will he?”
“No, of course not” she says, but I detect a funny tone in her voice.
“You never were very good at lying” I joke almost as if everything is normal.
Her tone turns serious and she says “Pavi I really think you two should talk before you leave for London at the end of the week.”
“I don’t think we have anything left to talk about, he made his decision and I’ve made mine.”
“Well then I guess I will be seeing you tomorrow night then, goodbye.”
“Okay see you tomorrow then, bye Mamen.”
After getting off the phone I can’t concentrate on packing anymore so I find myself just wandering through the flat. As I walk from room to room the memories come flooding back to me until I can feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks.
I walk through the hallway and remember a night two years ago when we came stumbling in after a night out and instantly began ripping each other’s clothes off; it was our first time having sex and it was neither sweet nor gentle, but just plain perfect.
I keep walking until I find myself standing in the kitchen remembering a night six months later when I came home to discover him cooking dinner. He had just laughed at the look of shock on my face and then poured me a glass of wine and continued cooking while we discussed our day.
I walk into the bathroom with every intention of continuing to pack when I spot the thermometer sitting on the sink. It instantly transports me back to a day six months ago when he had come over to my place after training only to find me lying in bed with a fever. He asked for the thermometer to check my temperature but I told him I didn’t have one. He ran out to the shop to get one and had returned with medicine, soup, tissues and everything else I would need for the next few days. He didn’t leave my side the entire time and never once complained about having to take care of me. After that I had just known I wanted to spend my life with him, at the time I thought he wanted the same thing.
*The Next Evening*
I have been standing in front of my closet for the past hour and I still can’t pick an outfit for the goodbye dinner. I finally choose my little black dress put on some heels and do my makeup and I’m ready to go.
By the time I arrive at the restaurant almost everyone is already there and as I greet everyone I feel so much love for all of these people who have become my family in the past three years. It feels surreal to look down the table and see Raul, Ruud, Fabio, and Miguel; who are considered celebrities in Madrid, but I just see them as my friends. I thought they would forget about me after the relationship ended but they have all stuck by me, even though they’re mostly his friends.
I notice that the chair at the end of the table is empty and I don’t know if I should feel sad or relieved. Since our breakup the tabloids have linked him with every model and actress in Madrid; I try to tell myself he can date whoever he wants, especially now that I’m leaving and I won’t have to read about it every day.
Just as I am beginning to relax and starting to have fun he walks up to the table and takes a seat as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. We briefly make eye contact and I try to smile at him but I don’t know if I succeed.
After dinner and several bottles of wine someone has the brilliant idea to go dancing and we’re all so drunk that it sounds like the best idea anyone’s ever had.
As we’re heading out the door, a hand reaches out and grabs my arm. I hear a voice in my ear, “I need to talk to you.” Everyone else keeps walking completely oblivious to the scene unfolding behind them and then I see Mamen look back and smile at me as she keeps walking with her husband.
Without turning around I say “I don’t think we have anything left to talk about, I’m leaving in two days and then all of this will just be a bad memory.”
“I know I said a lot of hurtful things but I was scared, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”
“You could have just talked to me; I thought you wanted to same thing from this relationship that I did. I don’t know if I can go back to the way things were.”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we ended things and I can’t let you leave without trying to fix it.”
He suddenly takes my face between his hands to place a tender yet passionate kiss on my lips and I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes.
I push him away and through the tears I barely manage to say, “Sergio I don’t know if we can fix this because I know what I want and I don’t know if I can wait around for you to be ready.”
As I turn to walk away I feel a velvet box being pressed into my hand. I’m speechless so all I can do is stare at the box and then back at him. “Open it” he says. Inside the box is a beautiful diamond ring. He takes the ring from the box and gets down on one knee and says “I love you more than anything, will you marry me?”
As I look into his eyes all I see is his love for me and all I can say is “yes.” His face lights up with a huge grin and I instantly know that no matter what has happened between us in the past, in this moment he’s the man I’m meant to spend the rest of my life with. As he puts the ring on my finger I notice an inscription written on the band, I ask him about it and he tells me it says “te quiero mi amor.” I feel the tears in my eyes again as I throw my arms around his neck and press my lips to his before whispering “I love you, Sergio.”
Gina
He looked over at the sleeping girl in the bed next to him, feeling the guilt wash over him. Her long brown hair was splayed out over the pillow and she had a soft smile of her face, obviously having a pleasant dream. She looked like an angel sleeping, and it made him feel like a complete bastard for what he was doing to her. He knew he would never be able to commit to her fully, not while his wife and child were waiting for him at home. He knew very well what would happen if this ever got out, yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Every time she called him up, he’d find the excuses shot out of his head and he was at her front door minutes later. It was only after, when she fell asleep and the guilt eating away at him prevented him from doing the same he realised that this couldn’t go on. Sighing heavily as his phone vibrated, he picked up and held it to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?”
“I’m on my way home right now, I crashed at Iker’s last night. I’ll be there soon.”
There was a noise in the background, and then another voice was heard down the line.
“Papa!”
He bit his lip hearing his daughter’s excitement, looking over at the sleeping girl next to him again. She rolled over in her sleep, her arm sprawling across his lap and he took a sharp intake of breath.
“I’ll be home soon Zaida. I love you.”
He heard the excited giggle as his wife pulled the phone out of the little girl’s hand, holding back to her own ear.
“Hurry back, ok? We haven’t seen you since yesterday afternoon.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can. Give Zaida a kiss from me.”
He hung up, slotting his phone back into the pocket of his jeans before standing up and pulling them on. The sleeping girl opened one eye at the movement, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and looking up at him, her hazel eyes still not focussing properly. He kissed her on the forehead, brushing her hair out of her face.
“I have to go.”
She nodded, a brief flash of disappointment showing on her face before she replaced it with a smile. It wasn’t brief enough though, and he caught it. The guilt was back tenfold, knowing that he was hurting her by doing this. He couldn’t give her what she wanted; yet he was too selfish to let her go. Did he love her? Was it even possible to love two people at the same time?
“I’m sorry, I promised Zaida I’d spend some time with her today.”
“It’s fine, I understand. She’s your daughter, she always comes first. I’d be the same in your position.”
“I hate leaving you like this.”
She nodded again, trying hard to keep the tears at bay. She always picked the wrong guys, always ended up getting hurt. She let him kiss her, not having the energy or the heart to pull back. She looked away as he slid his wedding ring back onto his finger, not wanting to be reminded of what they were doing.
“I’ll call you later.”
And with that, he was walking out of the door, leaving her sat in bed with the sheets wrapped tightly around her and the hot tears already flowing steadily.
He opened the front door to his house and was instantly greeting by his daughter, who ran at him from the living room, grabbing onto his left leg and squeezing tightly. He laughed and picked her up, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling against his chest as he walked through the house trying to find his wife. Zaida was struggling against him, so he put her back down and she reached for his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen. He followed his daughter, watching as she thrust a piece of paper at him proudly. He looked down at it, smiling as he saw what she had drawn. In the messy scrawl of a three year old was a picture of four stick people, all holding hands and smiling. He recognised three of the people instantly, but the fourth baffled him. Looking down at his daughter, ha asked her who the fourth person was. With a beaming smile, she replied.
“Gina. She’s pretty, I like her.”
Biting his lip as the smile on his face faded, he started panicking. If Zaida had picked up on it, would his wife have done the same? It was too much of a risk, and it wasn’t one he was willing to take. Giving his daughter another kiss and telling her it was a beautiful picture before excusing himself, he left her in the kitchen. Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he dialled the number he knew off by heart, waiting several seconds before she picked up.
“That was quick! Zaida bored of you already?”
“No. And that’s not why I’m calling. This thing…whatever it is. It has to stop.”
Her face fell and she struggled to hide the sadness in her voice as she replied.
“David, I know your family comes first and I understand that. I would never try to come between you and them.”
“The thing is, you already are. I am missing the best years of my daughter’s life when I’m with you, and I can’t do it anymore. She drew a picture of the family the other day and showed it to me just now. You’re in it!”
Her face paled as he said those words, knowing that this was where it ended. This was his way of saying it’s over between them.
“She’s three years old, I’m not going to break everything she ever knew.”
“I’m not asking you to. I may be a lot of things David, but I’m not a home wrecker. If you’re sure that this is what you want, then it’s fine with me. I knew when we started this that it wasn’t going to be forever and I thought it wasn’t going to be serious. I just didn’t think that somewhere down the line, I’d fall in love with you.”
He hesitated for a second, knowing that once he’d said the words, he couldn’t take them back. It would change everything. Taking a deep breath, he finally spoke.
“I love you too. But I love my daughter more, and I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.”
He didn’t wait for a reply, hanging up before he heard the broken sob escape her. She’d known it was coming, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. He tucked the phone back into his pocket, walking back into the house and greeting his wife with a kiss. He’d made his decision, and only the guilt eating away at him inside told him that it had been the wrong one. He’d broken two hearts with those few sentences, and watching his daughter drawing yet another picture, her tongue poking out in concentration, he hoped that it would all be worth it in the long run. He told himself that he was doing this for her. That had to be enough.
Best of the rest.
My sources on the locations of other spanish ballers inform me that:
1. Iniesta is in Formentera with his (look away now Lucy) fiancee.
2. Eva did not go to Peru with Iker. They also refer to her as his fiancee but we should all just assume that the journo had suffered a non-life threatening blow to the head before writing.
3. Before heading off to Marbella, The Ramos was seen shopping it up good stylee in the 'exclusive district of Salamanca' (ooo! get him) wth brother Rene. The article then goes on to mention 'Miss Spain 2002' Vania Millan, and in broken english i think is suggesting she knows Rene in some capacity?! I know he has a daughter but he may well be single and if so the Ramos brothers may be getting a rep for trying to date every former Miss Spain they can.. NB- Don't google image Miss Millan in work!
4. Poor Nando is not only getting abuse off MG but also the US press, the pool pics we so admired over at SBAGL were accompanied by the headline “Champion of the Eurocopa with face of girl of 12" in the US press. Rude!
5. Cesc and Carla (also referred to as fiancee, maybe babelfish doesn't do partner or gf) have also been in the US of A visiting (and i did LOL when i read this because it is so Cescesque and fits in with our scenarios)....... Disneyland! no no i'm joking he visited Universal studios but who's to say he didn't pop in to see Mickey as well! Apparently his is sticking round America for a while visiting the north! (vague i know).
6. Finally in sad SBA news, Dani Güiza and Nuria Bermúdez are spending time with their families, in Madrid and Cadiz after losing the baby they were expecting.
1. Iniesta is in Formentera with his (look away now Lucy) fiancee.
2. Eva did not go to Peru with Iker. They also refer to her as his fiancee but we should all just assume that the journo had suffered a non-life threatening blow to the head before writing.
3. Before heading off to Marbella, The Ramos was seen shopping it up good stylee in the 'exclusive district of Salamanca' (ooo! get him) wth brother Rene. The article then goes on to mention 'Miss Spain 2002' Vania Millan, and in broken english i think is suggesting she knows Rene in some capacity?! I know he has a daughter but he may well be single and if so the Ramos brothers may be getting a rep for trying to date every former Miss Spain they can.. NB- Don't google image Miss Millan in work!
4. Poor Nando is not only getting abuse off MG but also the US press, the pool pics we so admired over at SBAGL were accompanied by the headline “Champion of the Eurocopa with face of girl of 12" in the US press. Rude!
5. Cesc and Carla (also referred to as fiancee, maybe babelfish doesn't do partner or gf) have also been in the US of A visiting (and i did LOL when i read this because it is so Cescesque and fits in with our scenarios)....... Disneyland! no no i'm joking he visited Universal studios but who's to say he didn't pop in to see Mickey as well! Apparently his is sticking round America for a while visiting the north! (vague i know).
6. Finally in sad SBA news, Dani Güiza and Nuria Bermúdez are spending time with their families, in Madrid and Cadiz after losing the baby they were expecting.
Villa in Ibiza
It's like the ballers beach holday goldmine in here today!
Here's the Villa family also soaking up the sun in Ibiza. According to my spanish press translations, Pepe, wife Yolanda and their daughter Grecia are staying nearby and spent some of wednesday at the beach with the Villa's aww happy families.. they need a slash name like the Vileina's or the Reilla's!
Loving the beachwear on David and his ladies btw!
Guti in Ibiza
It's just that time of year girls, all spanish ballers are on a beach or by a pool,(What am i doing here again?) so this is all i can give you.
I think we discovered some Guti lovers on SBA the other night so to branch out a bit from our usual ballers.. Here's he is with wife Arantxa, dispelling all those marriage crisis rumours
I think we discovered some Guti lovers on SBA the other night so to branch out a bit from our usual ballers.. Here's he is with wife Arantxa, dispelling all those marriage crisis rumours
Raul in Menorca
The Original Hottie is in the Balearics with the fam celebrating his birthday, Mamen's birthday and their 9 year wedding anniversary awww..
For any of you Raul lovers who might want Mamen cropped out, UH UH, i'm sorry but it aint gonna happen! Not only are they the cutest couple ever but i also have a massive girly crush on Ms Sanz so :P
For any of you Raul lovers who might want Mamen cropped out, UH UH, i'm sorry but it aint gonna happen! Not only are they the cutest couple ever but i also have a massive girly crush on Ms Sanz so :P
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