Soy completamente estupido.

Mate found this site that translates stuff for you in any other language you want. It's wicked, I've always wanted to look for sites like this!

Try to guess what the title says. Not that hard if you like Spanish telenovelas. Haha.

*****

Apparently, I make people cry and break their hearts.

All I did was write something so innocent (while high on sparkling juice) and they say I broke their hearts into tiny pieces.

Cheh, my friends are all made of mush. Or mashed potatoes.

*****

I want Crespo to come back to Chelsea! Don't stay in Inter Milan!

I have no Argentinian bloke to drool over in the EPL. Excuse me, Carlos Tevez and Javier Mascherano don't count.

And don't buy Tevez! He'll ruin the prettiness of my squad. Send him to Liverpool!
(And while WHU ship him there, how about getting David Villa to join Chelsea? I swear I will NOT sneeze on him again!)

*****

Oh...I said in my post yesterday that Steven should persuade Michael Owen to join Liverpool. Today's paper said that Stevie asked Liverpool to sign Owen.

Lilee, be careful what you wish for. It just might come true.

*****

"Your room is pink, your night light's pink"
"Yeah, what's your point?"
"I thought you hated pink"
"It's not my fault. They got the light and painted the room that colour. I wanted the room to be blue or green. Pink is for girls! Bah!"

Yes. I sleep with a night light because my room's too dark. Really. It's pitch black at night and I need a little bit of light to make my room bright.

*****

Sitting in his room, I have always liked the feeling when I'm there. Pictures of his family fill that small room. Birthday cards. Thank you cards. Father's Day cards. His daughter's artworks and a handwritten notice that says "He is a generous man, he will give good marks to you". A family man, for sure.

Two things that really stood out in that room for me was a handmade Father's Day card and an envelope.

The card had this written on it:

Dear Papa,
You are the best paps in the world. I love you. I will always be your little girl. I promise.

*sheds a tear quietly*

The envelope stood out for me because it was given by his daughter. It had his name and home address. At the bottom left corner of the envelope, I saw this:

Liverpool vs Chelsea.

I can never stop admiring this girl. She has this uncanny way of making me laugh and making those around her smile, especially when they're sad.

And I forget she's only 11.

*****

Stupid Didier Drogba, Claude Makelele and Michael Essien.

They've got me hooked on LoveStoned by Justin Timberlake. Turnips.

Them and their inability to dance.
*shakes head*

I was forced to do this.

Note: I was forced into doing this, because I was not allowed to do something else. Stupid woman.


Dear Steven Gerrard,



As much as I think you're not as hot as my Lampsy or JT.
As much as I think you and Xabi belong to each other and should get married.
As much as I think you should persuade Michael Owen to come back to Liverpool for my MO-lover of a best friend.
As much as I think you sound horrible when you're singing when you are drunk in a pub.
As much as I think you are as paranoid as my beloved Captain Marvel when it comes to socks and shoes.

I am still very much human and I respect you for your heroics for Liverpool and England. Therefore I would like to wish you a very HAPPY 27th BIRTHDAY.


May you and Xabi be blessed eternally and stay together forever.


Nah, happy? After all those messages online and through SMS, I have finally done your "STEVEN GERRARD'S BIRTHDAY POST". Now you can leave me alone and go bother someone else (like your boyfriend, for one).

*****

Am terribly upset and feeling screwed up. The past three days have been shitty. Broken shoe. Food poisoning (blasted chickens!). No Business Law anymore and food poisoning (blasted mashed potatoes!).

I want a cookie for my misery.

Lost little child.

I am feeling a little lost.

I'm the only one doing Business Law. Yesterday's fiasco at Block A made it more memorable since I missed the first 30 minutes of lecture because the sole of my right shoe broke and it left my toes exposed and a massive hole in front of my shoes.

My 16 years (you're 20 next week, you're so bloody old!) laughed at me as she met me at Guardian and saw my shoe. The cashiers there were a bit surprised when I asked them to cut the strings attached to the slippers. I showed them why I needed them that instantly. They understood.

Rushing back to Block A with sweat dripping across the forehead, I reached class but she spoke for 5 minutes.

Politely, I ask:
"I'm from the Department of Psychology and I missed the first 30 minutes because I had an emergency. So I'm really sorry..."
"Oh...you missed nothing much"
*starts explaining*
*nods carefully*
"You're Ravi's errr..."
"Yeah"
"Oh...okay"
"Thank you"

Mother thinks this is funny.
"How does she know you're related to him?"
"She probably saw the skin colour and put two-and-two together and figured it out"
*laughs*

So evil. Hmmph. Just because you're fairer.

Anyone else taking Business Law? Be my friend. I don't want to be lonely anymore.

*****

My friend IS right. I like men with swishy-swashy hair.

Interesting revelation of the day. Woo-hoo!


I want to go on a shoe shopping spree! Take me shopping! Please...I need to cover my pretty feet.

You go left, I'll go right.

In order to keep my sanity intact, I did a lot of thinking.

And decided that even if I'm miserable, I make sure that I don't make others miserable along with me. I make them smile, laugh or hear them out. Because they deserve the attention.

"Lysa, you know yesterday, I went to McD's and this girl said she knows me. But I don't know who she is"
"You're famous for all the wrong reasons"
"Cheh. Newcastle beat Liverpool. Poor Rafa"
"OMG NEWCASTLE'S GOING TO EUROPE!"
*laughs*


"He says I'm too thin"
"Well, you are thin, but you're fine"
"He says I should be like you. You've got nicer legs"
"Is he on crack or something?"
"Ask him yourself"
"Eh, what's your problem? Telling her she should be like me"
"She's too thin..."
"If you love someone, take them for who they are and what they look like"
"Don't tell her you want her to look like me. I'm your past. She's your present and future. Don't screw it up"
"Sorry..."
*kissing sounds*
*rolls eyes and cuts the line*



"I knew I shouldn't have read the newspapers today. Now I can't concentrate on my exams. MU is not coming"
"They ain't coming? It's all that bloody AFC's fault. Cheer up mate, don't be upset. Think of JT SING ME A LUTHER VANDROSS SONG! Or the horny lovers. =) once your exams are over, we can go hunt down that stupid man and feed him to the piranhas. Just concentrate on your exams first ok? =) "
"Haha, you do know how to make me laugh. After my exams, I'm gonna curse him like hell in the blog. Sepp Blatter announced that MU is not coming"
"Okay then. We'll feed him to the piranhas as well. Stupid, stupid people"

She planned everything for that day, and then they ruined it for her. Turnips.


"Mar, the sole of my shoe broke and I can see my toes sticking out!"
"Oh God! Hop on the bus and buy a slipper or something"
"But my class...it's on now"
"Forget that and get a new pair! Your poor sole-less feet"
*laughs*


The best thing in life is to make fun of yourself with other people. And also having fun with them.

*****

Apparently, Becks might be coming back to the EPL...to Newcastle.

He loves Owen. That's all I can say.

*****

Sometimes when you cry, you realise the tears you shed aren't worth shedding for that person.

What do we do then?

Give it all you've got and never look back at them.
No use in running away or giving up. Prove them wrong and give them hell.

That's what we must do.

For everything.

You know what? For everything I've had to deal with in the last ten years, I wish I could fly off somewhere. Or better still, take the wheel and drive away. Away from here.

I wish I could escape like you. That's what you do. You're good at that. Avoiding conflicts. Hell, you're good in everything else compared to me.

For everything in the last ten years, being the puppet of everyone's sick mind games...I still cannot deal with it. I thought that as the years passed on, I'd be wise enough to know how to deal with it.

But as I am stupid, I still don't know what to do. After ten long years.

I sometimes wish that someone would just run me over with a truck so that I can feel the thing people call as nothingness.
I sometimes wish that the tears would stop streaming down the cheeks.
I sometimes wish that things will be back to normal in the morning.
I sometimes wish that I am anywhere but here.

It is painful. Maybe when I was a lot younger, I understood nothing, therefore I have nothing to deal with. But ever since you went away, I had to carry the burden of being the middle person. For ten years.

You've had the best option on Earth, which is to escape. Escapism. Such a pretty word.
That's your one-way ticket.

You know, everyone says you're smart.
This action of yours...I don't know whether to call it smart or not.

Because at the end of the day, I am the one who ends up being bruised and broken.

*****

Happier note now. Santiago Munez...*melts*

Oh boy...you have no idea how much fangirling I did, even if I missed the first 40 minutes.

You obviously have no idea how much fangirling we did last night either.
"Oh Xabi!"
"Oh JT shirtless!"
"I'm drooling"
"OMG RUI!"

Strangely enough, we seem to agree on those three pretty beings. Rui counts!

Am I the only one who thinks that Alessandro Nivola looks a whole lot like Toby Rand?

*****

This is where the memories should be kept, because if it's stuck in my head...I'd turn into this horrible person and I think my head would explode like what Peter Petrelli might do.

I don't want to be that person. Neither do you.

Reminisce.

I woke up this morning, looking like a mess. Scouser asked me this "Right...and who did you dream of shagging last night?"

You pervert.

*****

I watched Transformers the other day and got a bit excited. Haha. I always wanted to be a Dinobot. Grimlock made me laugh.
"Who always come and save you Autobots sorry behinds?"

Classic. 16 years on and I still like them.

*****

Watched The Jungle Book last night. My favourites would always be those vultures that remind me of The Beatles. Haha.

"And when you're standing outside looking on the inside, who's the one who lets you in?"
Sorry, it sounds something like that but I don't remember the exact words.

The part I've always hated in the movie is when Mowgli goes back to the village. That girl just annoys the hell out of me.

My parents know how much I dislike the ending that they can tell what I am about to say everytime I see it.

"She did that on purpose!"
"How does she know she's going to get a daughter!"
"Say mother ask you fetch water, why you make him carry for you?"

My dad apparently figured out something.
"You wanted him to stay in the jungle, didn't you?"

Yes. I did. I cannot lie. I wanted him to stay. Hmmph.


The ending made me mad.

Sigh...why am I being such a grumpy old git over an old cartoon?

*****

I swear if I have to watch someone being obsessed with 5-6 pairs of socks OR hear him sing in a pub like some drunk cow AGAIN, I'd bloody shoot you.

What did I do to deserve such punishment?

Just some of me.

You know...the only person who'd stupidly stand there knowing I'm going to do something like that and fall, is you.

Thank you.

*****

This is me, in my words.

The smell of the rain makes me happy. The rainbows that appear after that make me hopeful. I'd give anything to feel the sunny, windy days back in Wisconsin.

I like Mika, James Morrisson and Paolo Nutini. But at times, I need the my own fix of Ryan Star, MCR, The Killers, Juke Kartel, Oasis and Sick Puppies.

At times, when I am really gone out of my mind, I listen to Ronan Keating, Justin Timberlake and Will Young (oh the horrors).

I adore Shakira, and I want to have her body.

I like things in the shade of blue. I was supposed to streak my hair blue if Chelsea won the Premiership again. Now that has been forwarded to next season. Expect disastrous results.

I dislike the colour pink. But it doesn't explain why my room and some of my files are pink. Apparently the bookshops I go to only have this colour. As for the room being pink, go ask my dad. He thinks I'm not girly enough, which at one point led him to this massive skirt-buying frenzy for me.

I have a talent for stalking people. Maybe this is why I have a stalker as well. Yes, today. Again.

I love football above all else. Which is why my dad says if there was a subject on football in college, I'd get an A+ for it. My brain does NOT only store football stuff okay. Got other (un)important things also.

I like to drink. You get my point. But my friends are trying to keep me sober.

I can't run so much now since my bloody knee is still hurting. But my dad believes I run like Cristiano Ronaldo. It is such an insult to me.

I have friends who believe that some footballers are better off gay. Sometimes I believe in it, sometimes not.

I am incredibly embarrassed with my laughable writing skills.

I like to take photographs. It's just they don't turn out to be as the ones my friends take. So in other words, I am an 'amateur photographer'.

Whenever I get injured, I proudly display it. I've broken my bones more than once.
However, whenever I get emotionally-bruised, I cry.

I am in love with my Chelsea players, just because they are mad and they love each other.

I think I am a bit of obsessive-complusive person, which is why most people think I'm paranoid.

I am a little vain, but I don't like make-up.

I can be noisy and talk like there's no tomorrow. At times, I can just sit down and not say anything.

I have the power to sneeze on players so that they will NOT score for two months. Good examples in this case would be Peter Crouch and David Villa.

Whenever I am upset, two really silly people appear in my head and make me laugh.

Jose Mourinho is obviously the hottest manager ever. The second being either Chris Coleman or Joachim Low.

I miss my friends who have this high tolerance towards my insanity.

That's all I've got to say.


P/S: If I am really free and bored, I'd do something on look-alikes. If I am free, that is.
P/P/S: I feel like a stalker. I feel like shooting myself. WTF is wrong with me?

I'm rich and YNWA...

The one that got away.


Okay. Before all you people who were rooting for Liverpool come and shoot me, here's the thing. I said to people I know that the score would be 2-1 either way. I was a neutral, I had no favourites. Swear. I am not bitter towards Liverpool for kicking Chelsea out, because I heart Liverpool as well as I heart Milan.

So here goes.

The father yesterday thought it would be nice to bet on our score predictions.
"Let's bet RM5"
"Okay, tell me your score prediction"
"1-0 to Liverpool"
"2-1"
"To who?"
"Liverpool-lah!"
"Turnips. Fine. 2-1 to Milan"
"3-1 to Liverpool"
"I have a question..."
"What?"
"Winner gets RM5 from each loser right?"
"Yes"
"Okay"


So I woke up late for the game. Me and my inability to wake up early for important things. Still 0-0. Cheh.

Then 1-0 thanks to Inzaghi.
"Yay! He's not getting RM15 from all of us"

Brother was ultra-pissy. I thought I was bad.
"Shut up-lah!"
"It's okay still got second half"

After 20 minutes, nothing happened.
"Like this means no one getting the RM15 lah! He knew no one was going to win! Milan faster score"
"Eh, why not ask Liverpool to score first?"
"Cannot! Milan score first then only Liverpool can score!"

By the time I finished saying that, it was 2-0. Inzaghi again.

"Liverpool, faster score! I'm going to be rich!"
"Shut up-lah!"
"Stupid Liverpool! Score one now-lah!"

As soon as I said that, Kuyt scored.
"I'm going to be rich"

So Milan got their revenge. And I got my money.

Credit goes to Liverpool. Shouldn't have played Bolo Zenden. Stupid. Put-lah Bellamy or Crouchy earlier! And why take off Mascherano WTF?

Eh, before you all attack me, I nearly cried seeing Xabi cry and Stevie and Carra sad, okay? I also got feelings.


Sorry, Stevie. Seeing you sad reminds me of seeing my JT sad. Only difference is he makes me cry with him.


Why do you have to be so pretty, Xabi? You broke my heart with your tears.


Carra, it's okay. There's always a next year.


To Crouchy, next time, never say you want to taunt your England captain by showing off your Champions League winners medal. See what happened? Now all you can show him is your runners-up medal. Not that nice now, ain't it?

To Pepe Reina, next time, don't say you didn't practice penalties because you were prepared for it. See what happened? You let in two rather stupid goals. Well, the first one is. The second one wasn't so bad-lah.


To all that supported Liverpool today, YNWA. There's always a next year. =)


The money shall be used for my Stamford Bridge fund.

Someone owes me lunch, because I predicted Inzaghi would score and either Kuyt or Gerrard would score. That pitiful soul is so heart broken, all she wants is two bowls of curry laksa.

Cheh, our pretty boy didn't score. =(

Some people har, promised me they'd be awake for me to disturb them, but then fell asleep and forgot all about me. Hmmph. But since this person was out shopping for Teacher's Day gifts yesterday, I shall forgive her. But I still want to poke you. *pokes*

So no more football. Except internationals next week. I am going to relax now.

Toodles, people.

*****

My dad said I run like the gayboy.



That's all I've got to say.

For the kinky one plus a mini-rant.

You know I love you. This is for being you. I know I broke your heart and all (for reasons I myself do NOT know) so this is to make it all up to you.

Consider this as an early birthday present. Just because I love you.
Just shut up and take it before I slap you, okay?


Nah-lah. Stupid Ballack looking hot in a suit. Someone please kick me for saying that.


Sheva in his suit.


Don't start with your "La Isla Bonita" song okay! I will slap you.


John and little Georgie. And Uncle Didier. Haha.


Nerdy but gorgeous Kaka. My mother says he looks like a girl. Meh? Prettier than gayboy, I say!


Crouchy and Bellamy. This is like seeing SWP and JT standing next to each other.

Just because I adore you.

*****

UPDATED [5:10 PM]

Honestly, despite repeated warnings, you'd expect people to just understand instructions.

But NO.

Some smart asses decided to be funny by testing my lecturer's patience.
You see, I have a lecturer who has this policy of handphones in class.
If it goes off, the infamous "Question 1" follows.
And she'd give quizzes on topics she has not covered in class.

Today, dear friends, the gadget we call handphone rang twice. So we had two quizzes on topics we knew nothing about.

It goes off once, okay, I can tolerate it (despite the rage inside).
It goes off twice, I'll show you my pretty face.

There. From now on, this is MY pretty WTF face. Nice right?

So like the not-so-smart asses we are, we don't know what to answer when she asks us questions that we have no idea about. Seriously. I damn pissed okay. The best thing to do is copy her notes, but that would be constituted as cheating.

This is like the fifth time the phone has rung in class. We give you a pretty simple order that even the foreign students in our class can actually understand it, which is to switch the handphone off or put it on silent mode.

Tell me, is your Wernicke's area damaged or something? If it is, then I apologise for not being so sensitive. But the point is, 2 hours without your phone ringing is not going to kill you, is it?

I have learnt my lesson once. My phone rang in class, thinking that no one would call (this was in Foundation-lah) and some fellow decided to call and say hello. And the lecturer, who knows my dad, wasn't too pleased about handphones ringing in class. I learnt my lesson and my phone's always on silent mode whenever I'm in the lecture hall.

When I got to class today, I saw all the newbies studying her notes. Kiasu, hardworking souls.

Is this why you people let your phone ring in class? So that you can exhibit your high level of kiasuness and get all the answers right and that others don't?

Honestly, I want to curse you for being totally ignorant and stupid, but I'm trying to refrain myself from doing so, just because I'm nice and not stupid.

And another thing, stop dousing yourself in cheap cologne, can or not?
I have a bloody sensitive nose, which is why I cannot tolerate durians or rat's piss or smoke from a cigarette.

So the lecturer gives you 10 minutes to do whatever you feel like doing.
This does NOT give you the right of dousing yourself with the whole bottle of cologne-lah. WTF.

I used to have girls in my school who used to wear perfumes as though they just poured the whole bottle into the bath tub and soaked themselves in it. I hated it.

This time, a guy is doing it. If a girl did it, it's okay. I get it-lah. Sort of, but you get my point.

A GUY! WTF?

For the love of God. Do not do this-lah. Who are you trying to seduce in class? My lecturer?

The newbies are really annoying-lah.
Kiasu got.
Ignorant got.
Smelly got.
Smarty pants got.

*shakes head*

*****

P/S: Got stalked on MSN again. But I tried to be smart and ignored him. =)

It worked. I AM smart.


Currently listening to:
Everything - Michael Buble.

There, I'm not grumpy anymore-lah. Happy?

Come talk to me, oh paranoid one.

Life is like a wheel. One minute you're up, the next you're down.

**caution: very long, stupid, mushy and 'philosophical' post**

The past few days I've been feeling rather shitty. That's not very nice. Instead of having a conversation at 3AM with some human being desperately trying to recover his beauty sleep, I pulled together 2 other beings to talk at 10PM.

"Meh, you look cuter now"
"Have you gotten your eyes checked?"
"Don't be a pain and just say thank you"

"Anyways, I didn't get the first part of your post-lah. What are you saying?"
"Yeah, why do you think you're destined to be miserable this year?"
"Instead of taking two subjects like what other people I know are doing, I'm taking three"
"Is that bad?"
"No...but you see. This two subjects I'm taking end in July. The next one starts next week and ends in August. August 31st, to be exact"
"My birthday!"
"And...?"
"My next semester starts in September. September 3rd"
"Oh. Crap. You'd only have two days to rest"
"When others have two months!"
"Exactly"
"Then don't take this subject-lah!"
"Cannot"
"Why not? Dad said you must take meh?"

"Of course not! I want to take it so that I can get things done quickly"
"Eh? What you mean, woman?"
"The faster I finish everything, the faster I get to leave to UK and study"
"And stalk footballers, yes?"
"Yes"
"Then she can go hit Lampsy for naming the daughter Isla"

"True okay? We were so rooting for Castell"
"Castell? Of all names...sigh"
"Even his dogs have nicer names-lah. WTF?"
"It's the woman! Turnips!"
*starts cursing*
"Georgie's going to marry her"
"Haha! Then what? 'Myself and Lampsy are going to live next to each other when our kids marry!' "
"I have no words to say"
"So do I"
"Enough of weird baby names..."
"So you don't regret it?"
"Yeah, you have two days to spare. Just enough to wake up and stare at the ceiling"
"Life is full of sacrifices. You get nothing without sacrifice, right?"
"Wah, so bloody philosophical"
"Yeah, dad's been getting under my skin lately"
"Oh. You okay?"
"Pretty much. What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger"
"Oh God. She's lost it"
"I'm thinking of that Madonna song..."
"Jump?"
"No. La Isla Bonita"

"I hate you"
*laughs*
"Thursday morning. Can?"
"50-50 only"
"Try-lah"
"See first"
"Okay. That settles it"


In times like this, knowing you have people who love you and have your back all the time...is really comforting.

*****

So this is how it is eh? Wonderful. Hope you find the perfect one. Oh paranoid one. Told you not to be so paranoid. See, I was right, no?

Just that. I'm happy. Thank you.

Rewind.

Hello new shoes, bye bye blues...

You won't get to see me relaxing like that anymore.


At this rate, I want to fly like a butterfly.

But you know what? We both (meaning you and I) know that it ain't possible.

I think I am destined to suffer and be miserable this year. Having said that, I do know that life has its own fair share of ups and downs.

I think I'll be okay. The sad part of this, is that I will have a holiday that last for the span of two days. Not that nice. In a blink of an eye, I have to start classes again, while some other people have had their rest for two months. Sigh..

But it'll be okay.

*****

I've posting way too many pics of babies lately that it scares me. I'm not becoming a mother-lah WTF.

Which leads me to this statement.


He is a daddy again. The one on the left. It's another girl. Name unknown.

Some brilliant being told me this:
"OhMyGod! May babies!"
"Soon he'll say: 'Myself and Lampsy went out to celebrate our kids' birthdays!' "
**JT's kids were born on the 18th and Lampsy's baby girl was born yesterday, hence the statement**

Eh woman, what is wrong with you har?
"What did your mum say the baby's name was last time? Castell? Faber? Staetdler?"

You seriously need to get a life.

Oh well. She's jealous. I can tell.

*****

That's Kristie and Bernice. And me and my new hair. Ignore me. Aren't my kawan-kawan adorable?


Kristie, Xin Rou, me, Bernice. Cam-whoring while doing assignment.


Eye on Malaysia. It looks really nice at night. With all the lights on. But I wouldn't go on it, because I have this fear of heights. Tsk tsk. How pathetic.

More pics later. I'm going to sleep. Toodles.

Pictures galore.

I am bored and happy. Excuse me.

You know the drill. There's going to be a lot of pics, because they're all too happy. Expect lots of Lampsy and JT pics. *shakes head*


London's biggest threat. HAHAHA! It's innocent, I tell you! Plus, it's cute.






Pretty buggers in suits before the match. (In that second pic, Ashley's not pretty, the person next to him is. Oh, that's Arjen Robben, by the way)




Rui and Jose and Brito. Did anyone see Rui dancing, by the way? *dies laughing*


Score.



After 7 years. They deserve it.




Here's JT comforting Rooney.


JT with Paulo. I told someone I wanted to marry Paulo and she told me wants to lick him. Haha. You horny cow.



JT and Petr. HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY, PETR!






And here's JT with Lampsy.


Lampsy and Jose.
0.0
This looks so...wrong.


Ballack and Lampsy. For once this season, I said Ballack looked hot. Darn it. Just shoot me, will you?


Trophy number 6. Just got to love this man. HOTNESS DEFINED.


Jose and Prince William. Wah...he respects the future king. Haha! My good friend went: "OhMyGod, Prince William! He's so hot". Oh God, save me from her.


Bruce Buck and Peter Kenyon congratulating him.


JT and Prince William. Is it just me or did Prince William keep wiping his hands on his tie after he shook the players' hands?




Thank you. MOTM.



Aww...look at them both. Always make me happy when they do that.


Didier. Salou. Arjen. JT. Lampsy. SWP. Joe.


Petr and his new helmet.



Blue and white ribbons! See, I told you the trophy looks better that way!



Champagne. Oh what fun. Me want in!


From Stamford Bridge to Wembley, we'll keep the blue flag flying high...


Happy blue people.




I have nothing to say. He said 'Myself and Lampsy' in the post-match interview twice in one sentence. And that sent my Scouser into a terrible fit of laughter.

Okay-lah, I know I shouldn't be such a bitch...but, I can't help it. He's the only human being I cannot bear to see on the TV (Mawi, Sanjaya Malakar and Hrithik Roshan are also people I CANNOT bring myself to look at) and seeing him looking so sad does make me somewhat happy. Everytime he pulls on a sad face, I actually laugh.

Does that make me a sadist?


*insert Nelson Muntz's cynical laugh*

I'm so evil-lah. Cheh. Okay-lah, no more bashing. Just because I'm nice.


Oh well, 2 out of 4 trophies not so bad-lah. I do agree that Man U was the better team this season. But my team is the best for me =)

Champions League next. Not sure if I'm watching. The father has imposed a new rule. I'm supposed to sleep at 12. Meh...

See-lah how.

Toodles.