Let me keel over and die.

Warning: The writer may be in a very ranting mood, so excuse the profanities. She is also currently hormonally-unbalanced and emotionally unstable inside, so please do the math. There is something good at the end of the post, though.


I'm sorry. For not listening to you. You were right.

Instead of rubbing it in my face, you told me to "Get to MPH and read some books".

And I did. And I was looking at the two people who make me happy and sad without saying one word.

John George Terry and Frank James Lampard.

"Did that make you feel better?"

Yes, it did. I thank you for knowing better than any other person in this world.

*****

The whole day did not go the way I wanted it to.

It was just disappointing. Firstly I got ready by 7:30 since my class was at 8. And I left home at 8:10. I got to class at 8:25 only to find that it ends 10 minutes later.

Then I decide to go over and register and after that, get a haircut.

I got the WORST HAIRCUT OF MY ENTIRE LIFE. All I could do was just cry in the toilet and wanted to go home, when in truth I just wanted to hit the hairdresser with my sandals for making me look like a 'lala'.

I am really angry, I know it's just hair and it will grow. But the thing that I am so mad about is that I wanted a different cut, but my mother tells the woman something else.

I just wanted to scream "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR? IT LOOKS LIKE RATS JUST BIT THEM! I SHOULD'VE FUCKING GONE TO A BARBER INSTEAD!"

I should have fucking gone on Thursday. But no, my mother said go next week. At least if I went on Thursday, the male hairdresser would have done a better job. Fuck.

I was angry at myself for not listening to him. Yes, I knew somewhere that he was secretly gloating about ManUre's win and when he heard this, I was sure he'd go "I told you so".

But no. Read top-most paragraph. This is why I say he knows me better than anyone else I know.

And before I went in for the spa/facial thing, he told me this:
"If you're pissed, go think about John Terry and Lampsy"

And when the spa person told me that my muscles were tense, I thought of them both. And I relaxed. And feel asleep.

After that was done, I got all angry, because I kept looking at my mother's perfectly newly-cut hair. I just wanted to fucking keel over and die.

I just wanted to come home and stay in my room and sleep and never come out.

But I know I'm being irrational. Hair grows back. I shouldn't sound like one of those ANTM girls.

At least I know my caps will be put to good use now.

*****

MSN display name reads: Allow me to fucking keel over and die!

Stupid third ex (WTF? I blocked him off my MSN!) says: I see your English is picking up.

What the fuck is your problem? So what if I use profanities? God wants to punish me for it, let Him. Who the fuck are you to judge me and my English?

Oh, in case you didn't know, my English is a whole lot better than yours. So don't fucking mock my English. I always said I wanted to marry someone who can write and speak good English. You can speak good English, but sadly, you can't write. Is it any wonder why I broke up with you?

**that was just part of the reasons why I broke up with him**

*****

As promised, I'm going to show you something good.


Wayne Bridge and his baby boy, Jayden.

Prepare to faint.

Georgie and Summer! And daddy John!


Georgie looks a lot like JT. JT, where are your boots!


Except he's blonde. And young.


*screams loudly and faints* Oh, John. This is why you have a special place in my small heart! P/S: You don't love Summer is it?


Mini Terry terrorising the pitch of Stamford Bridge soon? Hopefully! I was talking to Lysa about the prospects of JT being the Chelsea manager, and Georgie being the Chelsea skipper someday! She thought I was getting mad or something. OhMyGod, if that ever happens, MY CHELSEA FC WILL BE ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY! *squeals*


DADDY 26. That's what's on his shirt. Oh John and Georgie, how you make me smile. Brown Spiderwoman, we must go there soon and stalk all the young ones as well as everyone else!


Shirtless Lampsy. Eh, where's Luna?


Shirtless Didier.


Jose and his kids. Why are they so skinny?

See, seeing them makes me happy! I forgot about my bloody haircut!

*****

Oh well, it's only Ole Gunnar Solksjaer and I like him more than anyone else in that ManUre squad.


Okay, okay, I like Smudge too.

Don't you think the trophy looks better with blue and white ribbons rather than red, black and white ones? Anyone agrees with me, raise your hand.


See? I have a point. They agree with me.


The mate sent me this last night before I decided to sleep.
"P/S: Ronnie looks so hot during the trophy celebration. Sleep well"

Oi, you tell me how to sleep well like that? No wonder I was tossing and turning in bed.
Hmmph. No fic for you.


I wish today never happened. I really wish it never did.