Ban durians!

Just when I thought I was recovering (I only have a bit of sore throat to battle with now) from sickness, my mother has decided on making me sick again.

Yesterday, my cousin brought durians for us to eat. Everyone knows I HATE DURIANS.

The mother loves durians.

Today she decided to be funny. She opened the tupperware containing the smelly fruit and just wanted to have a whiff of it.

And guess what? The whole house smells of bloody durians!

I'm not pleased.

*folds arms in frustration*

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I found the idea to write the story...but I am a little scared to write it, because:
01. It might come across as a little gay (or very gay).
02. It might suck.
03. It might not turn out the way I expect it to.

But I am taking my chances and going on with it, but I don't think it will be posted here, because of reason number 1.

Haha.

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Currently listening to:
Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5.

Adam Levine is hot. I can't believe he's not on the list! *bonks head onto table*

Sick and craving for food.

God has funny ways of playing tricks with you.

I am down with a flu and slight sore throat (you won't hear me sing for a while, haha). I have the worst headache in the history of headaches I've ever gotten.

But there are worse things in life.

This is just God's way of testing me.

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"I'm going to give my tapes the funeral it deserves"
"By throwing them into the dustbin where it belongs?"
"No. I am going to put them in the box and then throw it"
"There's no doubt about it. You have officially proven yourself to be mentally unstable"

Sigh...I want those CDs. I want.

I want to look back at my extreme stupidity when I was young. That was one hell of a love affair I had with them.

Not even Westlife, Blue or Five could come close to them at that time. Backstreet Boys? Who the hell are they? Haha.

But that was in the past...I'm not so much into boybands anymore.

Eh, Take That is different okay because Mark Owen is adorable and reminds me of Rosa (who's also adorable, I can't help it if they're adorable!), plus they ain't boys anymore.
And no, I don't like them. I used to when I was 8 and skinny. Yes, there was a point of time in my sad existence that I was skinny. It's just that Shine is a song I like.

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Apparently I have been advised by people to NOT chop the locks off.

I am having second thoughts about it too. I certainly do not want to end up looking like Victoria Beckham. Damn it, I hate it when he's right!

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Oh well, one week of holidays to spare.

And I'm spending it by being sick in bed.

*wails*

Life is cruel.
We say: Deal with it.

Let go.

"Let go"

That was all he said.


Initial reaction was to slap him. He was in his gloating mode while I was being all sad and depressed.


But, I kept staring at those words and realised that it meant to let things be the way it should be. Not worry about things we can't do anything about.

They obviously failed to hold on to something so precious, so they deserve whatever they get.

Aimee said we should pin the blame on Cicakman because it's easier to blame him.
I, however, prefer to believe that the mother did not put the lucky shorts for washing because she dislikes my team. So I blame the unlucky shorts (eh, got proof okay, my flowery blue bermuda shorts is lucky for Chelsea!).

But...I have decided to let go and let things be the way it should be.

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"Why did you send me a late reply?"
"Went to the loo"
"You went to the loo to cry?"
"I went there to pee, you idiot!"

Everyone I knew thought I was depressed to the point I went to the toilet just to sob my heart out.

But no, I am a little sad, not to the point I was bawling in the toilet okay?

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I am fine.

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If I hear that stupid Malaysia Airlines advert that goes "Chelsea is going to win...Why didn't you win Chelsea?" I'm going to boycott MA.

Damn it.

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I have a flu. You know what this means.

Funny folks.

The parents (the father especially) are trying to be funny with me.

I don't know what possessed the father that he decided that all of us (minus the brother) would go for this HomeDeco Expo thing at the Convention Center. He clearly stated that he wanted to leave the house at 9 AM today.

Guess what?

We left at 11:15 instead. He woke up late (as usual) and blames us for being late. Hmmph.

I tell you. He should go alone-lah for this kind of expo. I don't like anything there also. Except for the pretty Samsung flat screen LCD TV and Sony Cybershot cameras.

We walked and walked, looking at random electrical appliances. Vacuum cleaners, flat screen TVs, and washing machines. One in the house not enough meh?

Then we saw bathroom equipments. Taps, sinks, jacuzzis, bath tubs, and other random things.

And we stopped to see this LG booth, and they were selling the handphones. LG Chocolate phones were for sale. *drools* Pretty baby.

And that point, the father asked me if I wanted one. I told him that we should think about it and go back tomorrow and buy it then.

Then...we saw locks, doors, grills, roof tiles and lights. By then, I felt as though my legs were going to give way and fall off at any point.

And the mate was thinking of what she should ask the entire ManUre squad to sign for her if they held an autograph session when they came by to KL. And that will happen in another 3 months' time. Crazy girl. She also contemplated of giving Rooney a hug and declare her love for him. Madness.

At least that made me forget my tired legs for a while.

And the mother and I bought pretty shoes. They were from Indonesia. Really pretty. I show you all tomorrow.

I love Paolo Nutini, he just knows New Shoes is the right song for me.


The father decided that we're going back there tomorrow. I need to rest my legs-lah oi.


Too tired to post pictures of the shoes. I'll post them tomorrow along with something else I am supposed to get.
Hint: It's the cause of the orgasms in the morning =p

Chelsea game now. See you folks later.

Carry on.

Fact of the day: Jamie Redknapp is gorgeous.
Okay, okay.

REAL fact of the day: I was taught how to write while my brother was taught how to count when we were young.

This fact was revealed by the mother yesterday while we were...errm...watching CSI.

When my brother was young, he was taught Maths.
When I was young, I was taught how to write.

Despite protests from the mother, the father decided that I was to be taught the art of writing my own name and other minor things, instead of Maths.

Now this is why my Maths skills is not as good as my brother's.
And this is also why my writing skills are FANTABULOUS (which means it's ridiculous).

Seriously, I think this is why I like writing stuff. I'm not saying my brother can't write, he can. But the thing is...he got a C3 for his 1119 paper while I got A1, so there's something to it-lah right?

Don't get me wrong, I like Maths. But his Maths skills are beyond fantabulous. Actuarial science deals with lots of numbers apparently. I don't like dealing with lots of numbers, which is why I pushed accountancy as far away from me as possible.

But truth of the matter is I hate my writing skills. It's ridiculous. People say nice things about it, but I feel crappy after writing a long essay which sounded beyond stupid, and after getting an A for it, I feel like my teacher is either blind or bored and she just decided to slap an A on my paper. That A leaves others expecting better essays from me, I just simply don't understand how they consider that crappy essay as something Shakespeare wrote that deserves to be worshipped.

The stuff I wrote for my school essays is basically what I like to ramble on in here. It's just silly.

I always try to inject some football nonsense into my essay (depends on the essay, obviously). I am very meticulous with spelling and grammar. I told you I am crazy, so if you want to run away from me, I suggest now would be a good time.

And people would still love it. What the hell is wrong with you people???

Someone has asked me to come up with fictional stories of someone we like, but I don't have the heart to. I am afraid I will suck at it and people won't like it.

I just end up hating whatever I write, because it's either I think I could have done so much better OR it's the most stupid thing I have ever written in my entire life.

Ever since I wrote those things about those people, I am so afraid to write anything. This person who was extremely angry (angry doesn't even cut it, it was worse) by what I wrote told my brother that: "I know she can write well, I wish she could use it for something good".

That statement made me skeptical of any writing abilities I had.

And that is why I have no intention to try to be creative and write stories. I don't want to be shot down like that again.

But this someone who is interested in reading my fictional stories (and other people who apparently think the things I write are hilarious) said that they have faith and confidence in what I write, and the things I write will not suck.

Nice try, people.


Maybe I am just being too hard on myself. Maybe I should listen to lots of Take That's Shine to clear my head (I can't help it, every time I look at Mark Owen, he reminds me of Tomas Rosicky...and they both are gorgeous!).

Maybe I just might. But if I do write, it will be saved as a draft, not published.

We'll see about that.


Currently listening to:
Yellow - Coldplay.

For you I bleed myself dry...

Pictures.

I am super bored and jobless. And hungry.
*wails*

Pictures. You know the drill. Rants and views of the game, go HERE.


He looks like a happy little boy. You just want to squeeze him.


Don't ask what this pic is doing here. I'm NOT saying.




The blue people.


Bellamy and Lampsy. *aiks, cannot see the moustache-lah*


Joe scores! Whee! He's back!


It's about time. World, Joe Cole is back. Beware!


NO. That's NOT why I posted this up. Jose telling them to get on with the show.


We love Joe Cole.


Hehe. Kalou. He's cute.


I never knew they are THAT graceful in the air.


I like this pic. Shorty Maka VS Lanky Crouchy.


Ooh...half-naked Lampsy! *drools* Told you they'll swap shirts with each other.


More of shirtless Lampsy.


Not that many pics. How sad.


P/S: Random thought. Doesn't Jose look like a school teacher?
(Well, at least it's better than what my dad said. To him, Jose looks like Mr. Bean. He and Arsene Wenger need to get their eyes checked)

Update.

It's going to be a long post. You have been warned.

I had three bad omens hanging above me before the Chelsea game.

Bad omen number 1: They showed the phantom goal.
After the ManU-Milan game, they had a discussion on the next semi-final game and they showed the phantom goal of 2005 from Luis Garcia. Stupid Garcia. He needs a slap.

Bad omen number 2: I saw Stevie G's face when I was helping the parents clean up the kitchen.
I don't know why the parents had this sudden interest of cleaning the kitchen yesterday, and they asked me to help. And they used old newspapers to cover up stuff from getting dirty. And as I was laying the papers on the things, there was a paper which had Stevie G staring straight at me. Scary, okay?

Bad omen number 3: Jordin Sparks sang You'll Never Walk Alone.
I was thinking of a different song, but at the same time I remembered that YNWA is actually a song from a musical or movie (can't remember which) and Liverpool adopted this as their anthem. So I just waited for her to sing it. True enough, it WAS the Liverpool anthem. At that time, I was wondering if Jordin knew of the existence of Liverpool Football Club and if she secretly supported them.

I kept muttering "Bad omen!" throughout her entire performance (which I must say was the best of the whole lot).


Eh, I was worried-lah oi. Liverpool ain't an easy team to beat. We've had issues with them.

So, with that, I was up. Thinking of the score and scorer(s).

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I didn't go to sleep because I wasn't sleepy. So I stayed up and listened to Mika. My mother thought Mika is a weird singer. Haha. On a totally unrelated note, I like Relax (Take It Easy).

2 AM comes. Listened to all the commentators rant. Complaining how STUPID Lampsy is. It's okay. I think he is sometimes. Glorifying Stevie G. Uh-huh.

I messaged Scouser and told her of my score predictions. I messaged Aimee to get out of bed.

When the game finally started, I was feeling hungry and all I could think about was the nasi lemak my dad bought earlier. Tempted to eat.

But they made me hungry. I don't know how but they somewhat managed to make me think of food.

And I was looking at Pepe Reina, and I started laughing because of the fact he and the Scouser share the same birthday. No wonder she loves Liverpool so much.

They had so many chances, but they didn't take it.

And why wasn't Xabi "I-look-a-lot-like-Duncan-James" Alonso booked for kicking Mikel in the groin? That was like seeing Rooney stamping on Riccy's groin. Ouch. No more Happy Father's Day-lah. So pitiful.

Then, when I saw Riccy pass the ball (he just keeps getting better and better) to Didier and he passed to it to Joe, I knew my score predictions were going to come true and someone was about to owe me ice-cream and lunch.

*does victory dance*

I predicted Joe Cole to score. And my score was 1-0.

Wah, I saw Lampsy attempting to score, okay?
Stupid meh?
No what. Terror.

And then it rained. ASTRO decoder decided to be funny. Services temporarily unavailable.
Two games in the span of four days. God really is playing tricks with me.

Of all the games, this one?
It didn't rain during the game yesterday. Why today?

God cannot be a ManU fan. Who wants to be associated with the Devil?

Second half, rain stops and Liverpool attacked like crazy. Someone finally woke up. Nudging doesn't work, I'll try poking next time.

Was laughing at Crouchy. Wah, Daniel Agger damn annoying okay. Handball. I got lost and confused along the way.


Final score: Chelsea 1 Liverpool 0.
I rate them 8/10.
MOTM = Didier Drogba/Joe Cole.
Best players of the day: Riccy. Lampsy. Didier. Joey. Paulo (yes, yes, I'm surprised he's here).

And again, the handball thing happened outside the penalty area, so why was Jose saying it was a penalty?

The Curse of Arsene Wenger has struck Jose.

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As much as I think he is a genius, at times I think he's just shooting himself in the foot.

Still, he is Jose Mourinho. Every inch human and cursed with selective myopia.

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Pictures later. I'm not that cruel.

So next Wednesday, Chelsea take on Liverpool at Anfield. I am scared, but I am going to stay optimistic.

And did I tell you my brother's birthday is on next Wednesday and he supports Liverpool?

No more bad omens for one week, please.

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Currently listening to:
Relax (Take It Easy) - Mika.

Scared, it's as if I'm terrified. Are you scared, are we playing with fire?


Oh P/S: Bellamy's moustache made me laugh. I have no idea why. It just did.

On with tomorrow

Oi, why didn't anyone asides the silly Scouser, message me in the morning during the game? Boycotting me is it?

This just made me laugh/angry.
"I'm watching the game. Hungry-lah and my mum finished the pot of coffee last night! Hmmph"
"Kaka's on TV. I know you're hungry, don't lick the TV screen-lah oi"

Oi, you sick thing. Don't corrupt people like me. I'm such a nice person.

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Anyways, on with the game then.

Instead of waking up at 2:30 this morning, I woke up at 3:30.
**I only wake up early for matches when I am free and jobless, meaning when I have no classes or I am on holidays, or if the game is a matter of life and death (any cup final is important, especially if it involves Chelsea or some English club)**

By the time I turned on the TV, 1-1 was the score.

"Wah...so early they score!" was the initial reaction.
**I watched the game alone, the ManU fan decided to sleep, the rest were very lazy and had work (well the brother only had work)**

Then, Rooney scored. Twice.

It all had to do with Paolo Maldini and Gennaro Gatusso being substituted. If they hadn't been substituted, they could have won.

But, final score was 3-2. One more leg at the San Siro next week.

Kaka rocks my socks.

Even if he is married to the stick insect.

The father just said that he woke up at 3 to watch the game, but said he better sleep and watch the other game.
**if you asked me, I say he didn't want to want to watch the game, because at that time no one was awake to turn the TV on for him...he's not technology-friendly, you see**

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Jose said that Liverpool will win the tie, because they don't have much issues like Chelsea do.

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Not in my own my backyard they will win the tie!

We'll whack Liverpool this time around. Wait and see.

Just to show I love them, I'm going to post pictures.
**I accidentally saw the abomination's pictures when I shouldn't have (I have a policy of not seeing her face when the team plays so that it won't somewhat jinx the team ). Okay, yes, I am crazy and delusional. What's your point?**

Introducing the crazy people of CFC.

First you have people who love each other.









Then you have people who hit each other, for fun apparently.




Then you have people who just like to be good souls and stay out of trouble.






Finally, when the manager is tired of their nonsense, he makes them train like horses to punish them.


**I am bored. Forgive me**


Toodles.

Years go on

It's been 7 years now. The memories have never faded. If they'd been alive now, they'd be 20 today.

God I miss them so much.

Hope they're doing fine wherever they may be.

Happy birthday though.

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Was talking to mum about the issue.

"Sometimes people like to believe they're right. They even like to believe what they do is right"
"And when the truth stares at them straight in the face, they refuse to believe it. In fact, they call that lies"
"You'd think he'd even care if you wrote about someone else. It was because you wrote about him that the issue came out. You'd think he'd give a damn about other people?"

She is right. I have to admit it. What I wrote weren't things I made up, it's the truth. How do you think you'd feel if someone accused your mother of doing something she never did, then apologise to her for your petty behaviour, and then complain to another family member that my mother had done you wrong?

If it were me, I'd be extremely upset because you're accusing the person who brought me into this world for doing something you claimed she did.

I have no hatred towards them, just a sense of pity.

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"Eh, so fast you finished your dinner!"
"Had to!"
"What's up?"
"There's an ugly cockroach running around the house, I just ran up"
*slaps forehead*

We all have our own fears, okay? Mine just so happens to be fear of cockroaches.

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Currently listening to:
Autumn - Paolo Nutini.

These autumn leaves are yours tonight...


I just love this song.

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ManU-Milan later. Will be watching it for sure. Crucial match-lah oi.

Autumn.

Going back there was just upsetting. I know I had nothing to be upset about, but it just made me so upset that when she asked me "How are you?", I answered in a way that resembled a cat choking on a fishbone. Only worse. I sounded as if I was crying and guilty.

I had no reason to feel like that, but after what happened two weeks ago, all I could do was wonder.

"What if she looks at me as this nasty cow who goes around bad-mouthing people?"

The thing is, she was not involved in the issue at all, but someone else dragged her and her family in it that made it seem like I insulted her and the family.

But I did nothing of that sort. I never mentioned anything about them in the old blog.

She seemed fine with me. She didn't sound as though she wanted to hurt me, but yet inside I felt she wanted to (that's what I felt anyway).

As I left, I couldn't understand why the guilt was there.

It was just so overwhelming, I had to cry.

But, this little reminder from two people made me feel better.
"You'll get used to this eventually. No point in feeling guilt when you've done nothing wrong. If speaking your mind is a crime, we'd all be guilty on more than one occassion. Smile for the world, not give them tears"

=)

God knows where I'd be without them.

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Now that I feel no tinge of sadness, I am grumpy.

*No one touches my things WITHOUT asking me and messing up my room.
*Listen to me when I tell you something if you want to avoid being shouted by other people, instead of shouting at me.
*Wash my clothes when it is supposed to be washed (this is for me, really).

Excuse me, I forgot to take my happy pills this morning.

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To show that I'm not grumpy, I'm posting pictures up.


*screams with excitement*

Three hotties. In ONE pic.

Oi, I can see all of you drooling on the keyboard. Yuck. Stop it, I say!!!


And apparently, I have come to terms that I know more Liverpool fans here.

*shakes head*

This is going to be bad.


PRISON BREAK ON NOW! See you in a bit.

Things to do.

Random.

Things to do during the holidays.
1. Read the two books I bought from MPH (both are from Mitch Albom).
2. OD on Paolo Nutini.
3. Clean my room.
4. Cut my hair.
5. Dye it.
6. Lose weight.
7. Read the two books my dad asked me to get. Creating Success and How To Talk To Anyone. (don't say anything, I will poke and slap you)
8. Shop.
9. Start on the diet.
10. Sleep.

Sleeping should be made into a career.


Oh, by the way, diet starts today. Wish me luck!


Currently listening to:
Autumn - Paolo Nutini.

My little fish don't cry...

Lazy buggers.

I blame the rain for this. I couldn't watch the game peacefully, stupid ASTRO went "Services currently unavailable". Shit.

Mark Schwarzer denied Manchester United the chance of extending the lead.

What do you lazy buggers do?
You go and draw with NEWCASTLE of all the bloody teams in the world.

0-0. Wasted. People give you a GLORIOUS opportunity to close the gap to one miserable point and you go bloody squander it.

How to win the Premiership like this-lah oi?
How to face Liverpool on Thursday-lah oi?
How to kick ManUre's ass like this-lah oi?

Like I said. Habislah Chelsea.


I was supposed to start on my diet tomorrow. Look what the lazy buggers made me do.
They made me break it and tomorrow I'm going to treat my broken-hearted soul to McDonalds' Chocolate Sundae with extra chocolate.

Bah!!!


The worst part of it, Damien Duff or Michael Owen or Scott Parker weren't even playing for Newcastle! And yet, they bloody drew!!!


I'm going to sulk. You KNOW where to find me.


**Due to some personal reasons, I am not to include profanities in my posts, because apparently "I'm such a nice girl to be even saying such things". Utter rubbish**

Quad possible.

Football updates.

Arsenal wasted a glorious chance to win against Spurs. What's the point of taking off Hleb for Senderos when the game is nearly over? See, for nothing Jenas equalised.

And speaking of which, don't you think Spurs fans are a bunch of hooligans? Coming out of their seats onto the pitch to celebrate with Jenas and the other players. And they got off scot-free for attacking Lampsy.

**I know Lampsy was attacked by one guy. The point I am trying to make here is that Spurs have trouble in controlling their fans' behaviour**

Stupid Arsenal, all of them deserve a good slap.

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Fell asleep during the Liverpool game, but I got to see the second goal. Lysa, your "dumb blonde porcelain doll Dirk Kuyt" scored.

Habislah Chelsea.


Yeah right.

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The title race is wide open now. Middlesbrough drew with ManUre 1-1. Four points and Chelsea have a game at hand. If they win that, there would be a 1-point gap.

Quad mission possible.

And I would like to prove a point here.

People born on the 6th of October are truly intelligent and talented in everything they do.

Go Mark Schwarzer.

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Oh and I just think Andriy is adorable in this. So, just have a look.

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On another note, I think I jinxed Crouchy. I sneezed on his face in the papers last week, and he hasn't scored since. It was an accident, I swear. I was having a flu that day (when I thought I dug my own grave) because of all the crying and so happened I was reading something on Liverpool and it had Crouchy's face on it, and lo and behold, I sneezed.

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My sneeze is powerful. First David Villa, now Peter Crouch??

**DV didn't score for two months when I accidentally sneezed on him somewhere October/November last year, and Valencia either lost or drew or won during those two months**

I should try sneezing on the gayboy's face then.

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Currently listening to:
These Streets - Paolo Nutini.

I'll get used to this eventually, I know, I know...


I love the album. He's amazing. And he's just 20. Tra-la-la...

Bored and jobless and hungry.

I'm very hungry. And it's not even time for dinner yet. =(

And I would like to add that...
Paolo Nutini is gorgeous and talented.

There, that's done with. Oh yes, before I forget, go see your icons! I finally figured out how to do them again. So yay! If you don't like your icons, tell me what icon would you want to be associated with. Movies, footballers, quotes, food, musicians.

You name it, I'll change it.

I can see Aimee dancing now. Nah, your moving Mikey's back!

Comments necessary. I want to know what you think of the icons and stuff.

Oh, chatterbox is back too. Gossip with me, okay?


I better go. I'm not making much sense and my thoughts are rather jumbled up.


Toodles!


P/S: Don't forget to comment on the icons. Let me know what you think of them.

Done and dusted.

Exams are over. Bye bye HELP.
For two weeks.

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Could not find the CDs I wanted, so I bought Paolo Nutini instead.

=)

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The parents were filling up a survey for the Holland Film Festival thing.

One of the questions went:
"When you see the word 'Holland', what comes to your mind?"

Mother answered:
Tulips, windmills, orange, and Ruud van Nistelrooy.

Father answered:
Malacca.


Why didn't anyone ask me to fill the survey up? I would have glorified Arjen Robben and Khalid Boulahrouz and Robin van Persie.

Haha.

My mother rocks.

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Oh, they don't have CDs from 911, but they have CDs from Stephen Gately???


What. The. Hell?


Mission continues. Hmmph.

Toodles. I'm going to bed.

Short note.

*Chelsea won. 4-1. No last minute goals, thank you.
*My MC100 paper was okay, but the essay part...
*I was fangirling someone. No no, not a footballer or musician [we'll come to that later]. Someone-lah.
*Oh, my tutor knows we think he's cute. Seriously vain.
*I want to marry Blake Lewis. Mate, don't steal! Share can, steal cannot!

SOMEONE I know said I have a thing with people's hair. Apparently I like swishy-swashy hair. I think she's blind.

Oh where were we? Oh yes, Blake. I have short-term memory, forgive me please.


So, when he was in the bottom three, mate and I obviously got very jumpy-lah. I tell you, if JT fall down also we will somewhat panic.
So then, in the spirit of fangirlism, we wanted to give him a big, fat hug just to comfort him.

My mum said he'll be saved. True enough.

Then he wiped Lakisha's tears. I honestly don't know why she was crying when the sissy left.
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He has very nice fingers. Oh, did I mention I like people's hands?
I wish I was in her shoes.
*starts crying*

Fangirl mode just went sky high.

And yes, we contemplated kidnapping him and marrying him. And doing rather unmentionable things to him [well, me only actually]. Haha.

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Seeing him wipe her tears made me remind myself of someone who used to do that for me.

Still does it.

The only person I know who'd always say I'm not stupid even when I've done the most ridiculous things in the world.
The only person I know who'd make fun of me but supports whatever I do.
The only person I know who'd just listen to my rants regardless of how many times I've talked about it.

Last week, when I was down to the point that I felt as though I dug my own grave, he pulled me out of it.
He wiped my tears and told me that I was not wrong in doing what I did.

I don't understand what's so fascinating about my hair to him. I just told him I was planning to cut my hair like Victoria Beckham and he protested.
I don't understand why he's always saying I am not fat. I just told him I'm going on a diet and he told me that he wanted to poke my eyeballs. Oi, I'm the one who pokes people. Not you.
I don't understand why I know I can count on him even the situation is bad. I screwed up big time and he's always there not to scrutinise, but to empathise.

I heart you.

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Meh, I've been single for far too long. I need someone.

If you're anything like Blake Lewis [or if you are him, for that matter], it would be an advantage.

Haha.

Life's like that.

The thing that happened yesterday in Virginia Tech definitely left the world shocked. Then again, life's like that. Everyone dies. People in African countries have no food to eat and die of malnutrition. People in war-torn countries die because they either get bombed or shot and slashed.

Even here, people die because of mat rempits and ah longs. Or people die because they get blown up to bits.

What do we do about people around the world? We offer prayers and things they need.

But there are some people who just point a finger and generalise and say "xxx is bad, let's go kill them!"and that's how other innocent people get killed along the way.

The world is coming to an end, and I think it will come way before I set foot into Stamford Bridge. And that is incredibly sad.

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I will not be watching Chelsea play tomorrow morning, because I have an exam tomorrow =(

I have not seen them play for the last three games (Valencia, Blackburn and tomorrow's game against West Ham). That is beyond sad.

So I think I'll post some nice pics of the people I love because I can't give them my love by watching them play tomorrow morning.


Firstly, I love Jose and Rui *shy face*.


Next, I love these two. I think they're secretly in love. I am NOT horny!


Then, it's them. DD and Petr.


More of Jose and DD.


More of JT and Petr.


Jose love.


Sheva being nosy is also lovable.


More of JTFL.


Haha. This pic makes me laugh. He's just so bloody adorable.


You people better win for my sake. I'm not risking my diet for you people, especially now when I have to sit for 2 MORE papers!

And I'm wearing my lucky shirt and shorts for your sake too!

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Off to study now, and I'm going to listen to The Killers now.


I haven't heard Mr. Brightside in a long while.