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Hey! Cesc here! This will be my first non-Xabi post in while *oh Xabier*
I'm voicing my plans for the future of We Own The Night.
I'm thinking of a makeover. A name change maybe?
We Own The Xabi.
New theme? A Xabi collage as a background.
Change adresses. Move to Tumblr and get a new postal code? (internet slang for url)
xabieralonsoforever.tumblr.com
I'm not sure though. It seems the future is in our (and my our, I mean me) hands.

sans ginger beard

This picture doesn't even need a caption.

Dare I say:

classy.

my dear princeton

Meet Xavi.

Now meet Xabi.

if i could party with this man

Xabi gets down like a gentleman.

No comment

Just an observation...

Is it me, or is Cesc infatuated with Xavi? I mean its been post after post about Xavi - by no means am I complaining, keep em coming Cesc - but what about Carlos? 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                  

the mentor and his protege in classology

Xabi watches on proudly as his lessons of class are passed on to the young La Pipita.

classier -- nuff sed

So I don't understand what the hell is going on in this picture.

All I know is:

Xabi's got class. 

class 101

Xabi has taught Karim and Sami and thing or two

stomach in, chest out, hands on your hips, now strut

Xabi shows that guy next to him the meaning of class.

xabi frowns upon idiocy, so should you

Xabi does not find this very classy.

so basically, this is what I spent my study break doing

Singing along to tunes on my iPod...and probably looking as constipated as Mario Gomez while doing so.

Chilling on the couch, watching Shades of Sin.

Being clownish on the balcony under the cool drizzle. (Now my cough has worsened)

Playing boxing, baseball and tennis on Wii.

And looking hot. Basically.

Sidenote: I reckon this photo shoot was missing Per, Manuel and Jerome :(

TICK, TICK BOOM!!!!

I don't really know how it happened...it was like one second we were sitting in

Science class ready to be enthralled by the tales of the inner workings of electricity

(totally...*rolls eyes*)and then BAM(Haha...you'll see why I'm laughing later) we

get told to 'evacuate the premises'. Alright  it wasn't as dramatic but it was

all rather serious. In fact it was a bomb scare- Yes BOMB SCARE(!!!)-at the

school we call home (Hahaha!) It was kind of about time actually. Our school's

a mad house so why not throw some TNT in the mix? I would like to say I

remained as calm as a cucumber during the entire incident but well....I didn't.

Princeton spent a good deal of time trying to calm me down. On the plus side...

PRACTICALLY NO SCHOOL TODAY!

XOXO HRH TK

Clash of the football titans...

This weekend is derby weekend. Here at home, the 'original Soweto derby'- Orlando Pirates vs Moroka Swallows. The game may have been sidelined, save for the 8 million rand prize money for the competition. Anywho, on to the highlight of the weekend :-D... The London derby. Chelsea vs Arsenal. Have The Blues officially returned to winning ways? Can the Gunners do it without el Capitano? It remains to be seen.

just so you know, everyone on this blog supports arsenal fc

Baby Jack and the Moroccon <3

you are a succulent piece of braai meat

And her trusty sidekick, Gangster Brazilian Nerd!

Sport's Day. Pretty epic. Awesome snapshots.

But now I've got a headache worthy of Nicholas Romanov and my legs ache harder than Rihanna.

Next step in the lives of the Fokshy Bebes?

Picking our December 2011 destination.

Berlin and Amsterdam are at the top of the list.

Nice...like the city in France. 

Sometimes you just need to...

Smile :)

better late than never....right?

Finally! Is the only thing that can be said for me. I must admit, Ive been meaning to blog but eish...time is the problem [and that was before exams came to torture us]. "Procrastination is the thief of the time" ;). Id just like to state that this should be called "Cesc's blog" since she's like the number one blogger and the rest of us are totally MIA (myself included). Anywho, the name's Princeton and yes I am the original Princess that Tk speaks of. Yes, my name really is Princess (my daddy named me). Hopefully I'll post something sooner rather than later so TTFN ( tata for now)!.

On my Birthday!

I keep typing and retyping things to say. Basically it proves I'm a bit of a perfectionist. Who am I you may wonder? Princess TK. No I'm not a real princess but I sure like to think of myself as one-the real Princess has yet to introduce herself-...and with this I'm sure you're conjuring images of pink, shiny and preppy things and that's pretty true when it comes to me. I'm as girly as they get. In fact I'm the girly fokshy bebi of the Fokshy Bebis Unlimited. I like life pretty, laid back and fun. My life's ambition is to be paid to shop...but while I wait for that to happen I'm living life crazy with my loco friends instead! As is expected from a girly-girl I'm into all the usual fads and fancies...Jane Austen, Gossip Girl, Tea and Picnics...Speaking of picnics we're planning on having one real soon! It's the "Orange Picnic" and as you can guess all the food has to be orange! It should be an interesting day especially since it's right in the middle of Exams!*cringe* Well this is me, signing off!

XOXO HRH TK

spanish ninja

And who said they don't do kung-fu in the land of paella?



PS: Is it only me or does anyone else find the idea of gold shorts disconcerting? Just sayin'.

pout-tastic

With pleasure, Leo

listening to james morrison

I write on this blog too much. It should be called "Cesc owns the night", I think. Anyway, I just finished my English essay. It's so random. It's about being in matric and sheisse. Anyway, my eyes hurt. But...let me tell you a joke my brother told me:

A blond, a brunette and a redhead all die. But in order to get to heaven, that have to walk up 100 steps. The catch is that each step is a joke. If they laugh, then they automatically go to hell. So off they go. On the 25th step, the redhead laughs and down she goes. The next two carry on until the 50th step but the brunette can't hold in her laughter and she is automatically sent down. The blond carries on until she reaches the 99th step. Just as St. Peters is about to read the last joke to her, she bursts out laughing.

St. Peters: Why are you laughing when I haven't even told you the joke yet? You were so close to making it.

Blond: I only got the first joke now.

*Smile*

eh the randoms from the TB