Racing for time.

I'm a procrastinator. And procrastinators are the leaders of tomorrow.

Fear me.

*****

Some smart person I know (hint: why wasn't Xabi at Stevie's wedding!) started talking about swishy-swashy hair and men making cars look slutty.

All I can say is: "Bodoh, yo!"

*****

And why do I have "You'll Never Walk Alone" in MY playlist?

You see, horrible Liverpool fans. ALWAYS trying to sway you to support their team.

-.-'

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Hernan Crespo got a haircut and looks good.


Meh, handsome or not? And is that Pepe Reina sitting down? Why can't Chelsea's away jersey look like this har! Look like those Reading players. Oh Kevin Doyle...

Come home =(

*****

Currently listening to:
Take That - I'd Wait For Life.

There's a silence and it's playing too loud...


All together now: "Bodoh, yo!"

Hahaha.

She will love once again.

She once met a man whom she loved with all her heart. She did everything she could to make him happy. He was her everything.

Somewhere, inside her, she knows the man she loves will leave her for someone else.

He finally did leave her.

If she was younger, she'd be sad and mourn like someone just died.

Now that she is older and slightly wiser, she knew he left because she wasn't enough for him. She wasn't perfect.

He has found the perfect person who will give him all that he wants. All that he needs. Everything she couldn't give him.

She is not sad he is leaving her. She is disappointed, for sure, but there is some bit of happiness in her.

For she knows, she will love once again.

Goodbye, she says to him. May you be happy always with her. I wish you all the best.

She isn't bitter, she's just optimistic.

She will love once again. She knows it.

I am being stalked 3.

Some stalkers should just be sent to rehab-lah. WTF?

Why is that this stalker of mine (no, it ain't the Filipino guy, okay?) stalks me every time it's nearing Valentine's day, his birthday, or my own birthday???

I only matter to him on those days is it?

That's not my point. My point is I have dropped so many obvious and not obvious hints saying that I am fine, I have freaking moved on with life and enjoying life as it is.

It's been two years. Why don't you grow up and leave me alone?

Still not done ruining my life eh? Why don't you screw another chick? Not like I don't know that's what you do best.

I don't give a damn if you slit your wrists for me. Buy me expensive gifts. Carve my name on your hands. I don't care.

If you treat me like a trophy that you proudly display in your trophy cabinet of your girlfriends AND hook up with other girls behind my back, you don't deserve me. Honestly.

My friends were right and I pushed them away. It took me one solid good year to get their trust back. You think that's easy? Screw you.

Don't tell me to block him, because I already have. And I still don't get how people can send messages once you've blocked them. It's official. Bill Gates doesn't like me and thinks I should be miserable.

Ignore him? Good idea, but it worked for a while. He's back, isn't he?

Bleargh. I'm going to watch people feeding champagne to each other. Damn cute, okay!

*****

I adore her.

Monday:
"Maybe she realised you ran a little skint on money, that's why she undercharged you. Or maybe...she reads your blog"

Tuesday:
"You are a dungu of the highest order!"

Wednesday:
**this had to have the full conversation**
"Oh my God. The cars stopped for me!"
"Yeah, that's because the traffic light was red"

Today:
**this one too**
"Eh eh...monkeys!"
"Act like never seen monkeys before -.-' "

Her royal bitch-ness, YNWA.

*****

Currently listening to:
Love Today - Mika.

Well you ain't gonna tease no other, gonna make you a lover!

Mika helps in everything. Even in completing assignments.

*****

UPDATED [5:21 PM]:

This is NOT what I'd call as funny. Whoever who did this, just own up, okay?

As far as I'm concerned:
1. I am NOT a Manchester United fan.
2. I would NOT use my name to register for a site like that.
3. I would NOT post at a site like that.
4. I know for sure it is NOT my mother who used my name because she's NOT obsessed.
5. I know for sure it is NOT my friends who used my name because they'd rather use other people's name than mine (yes, my name is NOW incredibly famous because that political analyst's daughter shares the same name as mine and some other unmentionable traits) .

I am not pleased. I just want to know who did this and why on Earth did you use my name for a Manchester United site?

I am not pointing fingers, so just own up-lah okay? If you think it's fun to use my name for things like this...I have no words for you, except that I think you should be slapped.

It's okay if you use the old site. I don't want to claim it. But my name?

Hello, your parents spend time racking their brains to come up with a name for you, cannot use your name, is it?

What happened to this thing called "asking for permission"?

This is not a joke. You know why? Because I'm NOT laughing.

I'm broke.

Dear Magical Fairy,

I swear not to spend money on unnecessary things, besides food and books. Please oh pretty please spray some of those magical fairy dust in to my dry wallet. It's not flattering having to ask people for money. And I hate to break my Stamford Bridge fund to get the money.

I will be good. I promise.

Yours sincerely,
-me-

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I spent yesterday and today at the library. I wanted to show people I'm a nerd.

No-lah. I went to get notes for my assignments. Stupid Political Science and Business Law assignments! *shakes fist*

Anyways, yesterday, I had to photocopy some pages off the Law books. And what happened was this lady at the counter undercharged me. It was supposed to be RM7.20, but she charged me RM6.20. Okay, fine, I thought. Maybe she forgot, I'll pay her the rest later.

So I went to McDonalds' to eat. I ordered and waited for my food. In the meantime, the cashier was with this gweilo and he ordered. And as I got my food, I waited there. This cashier stared at me blankly and wondered "Okay, you got your food. Why are you still standing here?" in her head.

"I haven't paid"
"Oh really?"
I nodded. See, I'm honest again. =p

Meh, if I get diarrhoea because I never pay for my food, how? Must be honest okay!

And back to the library, the lady told that she undercharged me.

Honesty IS the best policy (depends on the situation-lah okay?).

*****

I went to see the doctor today. And apparently, my right ovary is a little big (meaning it's a bit prominent during the ultrasound, which is unusual) so he said I should see him in another four months' time.

Meh, scary okay?

But other than that, I'm fine!

*****

We (the annoying ScouserCicak and I) have found weird look-alikes of random footballers. If I have the time, I shall post something about it.

But not this week-lah, okay.


Oh yeah, if I don't post anything up here this week, I'm not dead (I hope).

I'm just being a good child and doing my assignments.

*****

Oh my God. Rehab is amazing.

Go get Amy Winehouse's version.
Better yet, get Paolo Nutini's cover version.

Both are equally awesome =)

Get it, I say!

No such thing as NOT procrastinating.

Blogger refuses to let me upload pics. So there.

This is OUR motto. He's OUR mascot. Cute, right?

*****

OH MY GOD! TAKE ME GO WATCH TRANSFORMERS!
**I do realise the sentence is a little off, but I don't care**

Take me! Take me! Take me!

*****

Did you know that the new Chelsea away jersey glows in the dark?

Now tell me, how often does a blackout occur in a football stadium? What are the chances of a blackout happening during a football match?

Seriously.
Glow-in-the-dark jerseys? Not cool.

Correction.
Glow-in-the-dark electric yellow jerseys? Uber not cool.

Hire me as your fashion consultant-lah. Bloody muppets. Want to make people blind, is it?

Glow-in-the-dark jerseys!!! Whatever is next?

I don't want to suggest anything, otherwise someone who reads this might think it will be a good idea and carry on doing it.

It was all yellow...
Like Edwin van der Sar and Jens Lehmann. Bleargh.

I'm sorry, Liverpool...for making fun of your Ronald McDonalds' jersey.

What goes around comes around, eh?

*****

We were watching the Clash of the Titans match between Man U and Arsenal last night on ESPN. We got to see the goal that Thierry Henry scored to give Arsenal the win.

"He'll dance with Adebayor after this"
"Oh look! Now who's going to dance with Adebayor after this now that Henry's gone?"


It's really sad he's gone. So sad =(

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Right, so I've completed my two assignments due tomorrow =)

I have another to more two go. One's for Political Science (oh the headache) and that's due on the 2nd of July. One more's for Business Law (oh the double headache) and that one's due on the 6th of July.

So, I shall NOT procrastinate. I will complete my other two assignments this week so that I have time to study for my finals.

Pray for me =)

*****

Currently listening to:
Back for Good - Take That.

Can't you find a little room inside for me?

This is such an old song, really old. But I love it =)

I bluffed and another reason why the gypsy limps.

Aimee, I'm sorry. I'm not honest as you think I am. I have lied.

I promised I'd update after my assignments are done. Look at what I'm doing now.

-.-' Typical procrastinator, eh?


Anyway, the reason of this entry is rather stupid (as is everything else I write here).

I seem to have no luck with my lower body parts.

I have narrow, ugly feet.
My knee hurts.
I have big hips.

And now, my ass hurts.

I blame Enrique Iglesias for this. You know his new video where the girl falls off a cliff?

Yeah, I was actually kind of dreaming about the song at 5AM (my brain is like a TV that plays reruns or videos in my dreams). And yes, I wasn't dreaming that I was in the video. Idiot.

And when the girl fell off, I fell off my bed with a loud thud. It was quite fortunate that my head didn't bump the side table. But my ass hit the floor pretty hard. And I went to my mother's room to take the Perskindol cream.

"You fell from the bed is it?"
"Yeah"
"I heard. I thought either some person jumped into the balcony or you fell"
"Then why didn't you come to see what happened?"
"I checked through the window, no one was at the balcony"
"Then why didn't you come into my room?"
"Tired-lah"
-.-'

It's not funny, okay? I still can't understand how I fell off the bed. It's the first time I've ever fallen off the bed. Once I nearly fell, since I was at the edge of the bed, on the verge of falling down, but my mother woke me up and I didn't fall.

Stupid Enrique Iglesias. I shall ban you from singing into my ears and influencing my mind while I'm still sober high on keropok.


I partly blame myself too. I was listening to his song while I was doing my assignment/chatting. Maybe that's why it happened.

Remind me to listen to nicer songs before I go to bed.

Off to do my assignments now. One down, one to go.


Oh and tell me, how sad is this?

And this happened a day after I was thinking of what to do with that large poster of him I have! Why?

Au revoir, Monsieur Thierry Henry. You will be missed.


Currently listening to:
Justin Timberlake - LoveStoned.

I can see you dancing to this. =p

The gypsy continues to limp.

Not so smart, just trying my XnView for fun =)

Still a bit stupid, though.

*****

Knee still aches, I'm refusing to see any doctor until my assignments are done (meaning I'll see one on Monday if the problem still persists).

Oh yeah, short update. The Traipsing Gypsy shall be now known as The Limping Gypsy (temporarily-lah WTF?) until her knee gets better.

And she might not be updating until Sunday or Monday unless there's something worth updating about.

If in case you do miss her, eat a cookie/muffin/sundae in her honour. It would definitely make her happy.

*****

And is it just me, or does that Zachary Quinto (the guy who acts as Sylar in Heroes) look a lot like Cesc Fabregas, only much older?

Je cherche des mots pour faire voir.

The past two days have been good (besides the unbearable knee ache). Things are back to normal between me, him and her. Life is good.

*****

Let's talk about people.

There are people who try to sway you from doing what you want.
"After this, go and eat some fruits"
-I wanted to have an ice-cream for dessert just now, but the mother swayed me by telling me to eat fruits (she didn't know I wanted an ice-cream by the way)-

There are people who are pretty much under the 'pot-kettle-black' category.
"You people are late. I see you talking and loitering outside and not coming for class! This is the worst class I've ever had to teach in the last 32 years of my teaching experience. Always coming in late!"
-She comes in late for class, never apologises, always nagging at us in the mornings. Really, how do you expect us to be happy when you're the cause of all this mess? We're under an authoritarian ruling and supressed from our right of freedom of speech-

There are people who just disturb the peace and order in your room and when you spot something amiss, you tell them and they tell you off.
"Eh why did you wrap my Chelsea book? It's not supposed to be wrapped! Why didn't you ask me first?"
"Just felt like wrapping whatever I wanted. Don't talk too much if not I will wrap and tape you, and send you to Ivory Coast by DHL"
-I notice the slightest bit of difference in my room and people think I wouldn't know. Mess it up and I'll kick up a fuss. You wouldn't like it if I destroyed your room now, would you?-

There are people who try to be funny, but fail miserably.
"What do you say when you see Joe Cole wearing a shirt full of holes?"
"What?"
"Holey Coley!"
-.-'
-I know. I told you I suck. Boo...-

There are people who try to be funny, and it ends up funny.
"You should get those shirts. One of it could say: Jose's bitch. And proud of it!"
"..."
"Or this: Chelsea's bitch. And proud of it! Then I could get one that says: Liverpool's bitch. And proud of it! Then, we could wear them when Chelsea play Liverpool! Whoever's team wins, is the bigger bitch!"
*giggles*
-So cute-lah you. Her royal bitchness!-

There are people who tend to leave you confused.
"Bloody fool"
-Some random guy thought it would be highly amusing to send me that message on Tagged (yes, one of those Friendster-like things) despite the fact he doesn't know me. In all honesty, I don't know who he is and I can't understand how people have fun by calling others "bloody fool". It's downright stupid and utterly rude. You should go see my authoritarian lecturer and she'd fix you up inside out-

There are people who make fun of you.
"Everything also blue, underwear and bra blue or not?"
-I only go all blue when Chelsea play =p so don't buy me those things you people intend to buy for me-

There are people who are encouraging and push you to better.
"Oi, don't be lazy. Get started on your work. If not how to get to Stamford Bridge-lah har?"
-I was doing random surveys in MySpace and this jumpy missy scolded me for being a procrastinator-

There are people who are like the little devil that sits on your shoulder.
"Buy-lah. Cheap only. Buy, buy, buy!"
-Idiot. Buy, buy, buy until no more money left! I'm broke, no thanks to you!-

There are people who are like your guardian angel.
"Eat fruits-lah oi. No ice-cream, you ate once this month so no more ice cream for you!"
-Making sure I stick to my eat-ice-cream-once-a-month policy. Such an angel-

Overall, there are different kinds of people. You meet them almost every other day, it's just that you don't know when you'll meet them and under what circumstances you'll see them. The point is, without these people, you would feel lost, lonely and pretty much insignificant and incomplete. They give you a sense of who you are and what you do. More importantly, they make your life more colourful than it already is.

*****

Currently listening to:
Who Am I? - Will Young.

This is serious business. I need to do some bit of soul-searching badly. Something's just not right yet.

Things are the way they should be.

I can't walk. My left knee is giving me trouble again. Horrible feeling to walk with a limp, you know?

I spent nearly RM30 on food, earrings, pencilboxes and a hairband! Stamford Bridge fund seems to be slowly depleting.

I'm having a slight heartburn and I feel like my chest is blocked, almost suffocating-like. I think I'm having gastric...but it's not possible because I had lunch (well, look at it this way...I had bread for breakfast and McD's breakfast set for lunch). How can I actually have gastric? It makes no sense!

And I nearly got knocked down by a green Proton Wira today. Stupidity strikes again.


Really...tell me one good news for the day and I'll try to cheer up.

*****

Anyways, I will NOT bore you with wedding pictures (I don't want people asking me whether I'm getting married).

So, go here and here.

But anyway, to give you a hint of what pictures to expect, here it comes.

I can't seem to understand his fascination for ugly pink ties. Oh yeah, it's his birthday today, by the way. 29th. Wah...damn old wei. Happy Birthday Lampsy!


Look, look, it's Jamie!


Eh, you need to see it. Got your Mikey Owen and Carra also. Go-lah.

*****

Oh yeah. The worst thing I heard last night.

While watching Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy" on TV.
"OMG change the channel"
"I can actually imagine Freddie (Ljungberg) singing that to people"
*chokes on drink*
"Stupid cow, now look what you made me do?"

Thanks to her, the image of Freddie Ljungberg dancing to that song is playing in my head and I'm scarred for life.

Thanks a lot, bitch. Boo.

*****

Which is worse? To be surrounded by people who eat durian chips OR people who splash the whole bottle of cologne on themselves?

*****

I want to change my course and study back in the main block.

How can four tall and extremely good looking Frenchmen work there (next to the HMC office) when I've already left that space!!!!

4 okay! The tall and skinny one I used to like is gone (I didn't see him today, so I assume he's gone). BUT THERE'S FOUR FREAKING HOT, TALL AND SKINNY FRENCHMEN THERE AND I AM NOT THERE TO ADMIRE THEM!


I'm going to sulk in the toilet. Goodbye.

Open letter to the former blonde Maradona.

**Something bad happened, I don't want to talk about it. The point is when I don't reply you, it means I'm not quite there yet. Have a little patience, yeah?**


Dear Eidur Gudjohnsen,

I clearly remember reading some news/rumours that you were joining Manchester United and that Ruud van Nistelrooy would come to Chelsea. I was devastated. He can't leave, I said. It wouldn't be perfect if he left. I thought they were just rumours and I just threw them out of the window.

How wrong I was to do so.

You leaving Chelsea broke my heart into millions of pieces that was glued back together thanks to a good fix of McDonalds' chocolate sundae with extra chocolate. No thanks to you, I've grown slightly pudgier than usual. Boo...

You joined Barcelona to be part of their triumphs. When you seemed happy at Barcelona, I cried. Yes, I had issues then. It was one of those weeks that I felt was just too difficult to deal with. Oh of all teams, why Barcelona? Red and maroon. Ugly bright yellow. Ugly bright orange. What the hell were you thinking? Blue is always the colour.

And then, I decided to let go. I finally came to terms that you no longer played for Chelsea. I decided to be happy for you.

Or so I thought.

When Barcelona had to play Chelsea in the group stages of the Champions League, it was different. It was sad, because you were not there.

But I couldn't care less, you took a back seat. My love for them was unwavering.

When you scored against Chelsea and celebrated, I decided to finally hate you. Officially.

You can score the most amazing goal in the world, and I'd still hate you. You are now on the same level as the gayboy, Mawi, and the abomination. Only slightly higher because I'm not so evil.

While Chelsea have lost their Premiership, we've at least won two trophies. Whereas, you have have won zilch in Barcelona.

How tragically sad.

That's all I've got to say.

Moral of the story: Stay with the blue people. They rock.


Yours unlovingly,
-me-

P/S: If you join Manchester United because it would be nice to play in a team that plays in the Champions League, I suggest you could join Arsenal. Man U have a very pretty blonde boy in the form of Alan Smith and Chelsea don't want you.

*****

Adios Becks.

Seriously, his kids look like him. The youngest one damn cute-lah! The back of their shirts read "DADDY 23".

0_0

Copy JT, is it! Hmmph.

Oh yay, Barca lost their trophy! *dances*

Congratulations, Real Madrid!


(due to personal requests, I shall post up something tomorrow, which is not my style and I'm so embarrassed about it)

*****

Proven theory 1: When I sneeze on a particular footballer, they won't score for two months.
Proven theory 2: Lewis Hamilton wins every time I don't watch the race.

He won this morning's US GP. Yay him!


Champagne...


Yes, I'm better than you. Grow up, Alonso.

That's all I've got to say.

*****

I was reading the sports pages of the NST and The Sun. WAG weddings and all.

The headline for the NST about the wedding was:
"MANCHESTER UNITED 2 LIVERPOOL 1"
MU win in marriage stakes.

-.-"

Oh now the weddings are a competition-lah! No, seriously. This is beyond ridiculous, okay! People want to get married, let them-lah. They're not playing for their club when they say "I do". They're normal people, like you and me, when it comes to matters relating to family or love.

And you people misled an old lady, who thought they played a friendly or something. Have you no shame in misleading an old lady like that?


The Sun was no better either. They matched the wrong WAG to the footballers. Save Steven Gerrard and his wife Alex, the rest were mismatched.

Would you believe that John Terry was matched with Abigail Clancy instead of Toni Poole? They believed that Abigail Clancy was Toni. Yo, got big difference between those two, okay?

And Gary Neville was paired with Melanie Slade. Emma Hadfield is a brunette and she's way older than Melanie!


At least The Star had the decency to put some sense in their WAG wedding news report.

No one makes sense. Nothing makes sense.
I don't make sense.

Funny things.

A lot of rather funny and random things happened yesterday.

The fact that McD's coffee tasted horribly bad and I was nervous made me nauseated.
My lecturer is surpressing us. We're under a dictatorship ruling. Constantly nags us for being late when she ALWAYS ends up late for class. Pot calling kettle black, don't you think?
The mother telling me that I'm a schoolteacher that wears low heels who should be wearing high heels (this is after one of my friends saying I look like a school teacher in that kebaya...I adore that kebaya though). -.-"
I left the Federal Constitution at Watson's and had to run back from Guardian to get it back.

And yesterday, I realised my narrow feet are really ugly =(

*****

This is so random and weird.

I was checking my BlogPatrol counter and I found something rather surprising.

I was nominated for some random awards and I had no idea I was nominated either! Damn shocking okay?

Some of the things I was nominated for:
Best Ranter.
Most Under-rated Blog or Columnist.
Most Consistently Entertaining Blog or Column.
Best Blog Name.
**bolded ones are the ones I was shortlisted for**

Wah...*dies*.


It's a little freaky because I knew nuts of it until an hour ago. At the same time, I am a bit flattered because I've been nominated. Haha.

I ain't showing off, it's just that after what happened about two months ago, whatever I write here has been carefully censored and I've been so skeptical of the things I write. And as you all know, no one reads this. Except for a certain few people I've given the link to.

Therefore, it is rather flattering to be nominated. Very, very, very flattering, in truth.

Flattering, funny, and freaky.

Next time, if I do get nominated for things like this, will you nice people vote for me?

Haha. Nothing makes sense anymore-lah, I tell you. But I am somewhat happy over this. At least people think I can write.

*****

Currently listening to:
Do You Know? - Enrique Iglesias.

Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?


I really do and it's been happening quite often this week. It's like no one trusts me anymore. And it's just...sad.

Hold on, but let go.

Random conversation with the mate.

Mate: I wanna get married.
Me: To who?
Mate: A footballer.
Me : Please tell me it's not Ronnie.
Mate: I wanted to say I don't mind getting married to Ronnie.
Mate: If it's happening, will you come to my wedding?
Me: I was gonna say no. Hahaha.
Mate : Eh don't la... It's my wedding you know. I invite you.
Me : But it's him...
Me: Haha okay la. Fine, I come to your wedding.
Mate: Yea... I allow you to bring as many bfs as you like.

*faints*

Honestly, she's mad. But in a good way. Only the 'I wanna get married' part freaked me out a little. She even said she'd let Arjen Robben come to her wedding (I always knew that deep down inside, she secretly likes Robben). -.-"

SHE WANTS TO MARRY RONNIE GAYBOY!

*faints*

For more details, go here.

*****

I don't want to talk bout the constitution. Or anything related to Law.

So bloody tired. Imagine having four random beings asking the same thing about Law for the last 4 days. Don't tell me you won't feel tired har?

*****

"You look skinny. I miss you in that"

And he gives me a kiss on my forehead, and pins the final nail in the coffin.
"I miss you"

It would have been a good day today if I was not feeling so confused.

When you told me, I froze
It still echoes in my soul...
Please forgive me.


I let go of the things I know, but hold on to the memories of it.


To you: Let's not talk to each other for a bit, yeah? I still ain't comfortable.

*****

After the sundae and McD's breakfast I had today, I am okay.

If you're here...we can start talking tomorrow or later.

Just...not today.

I lied.

I am a horrible liar. I suck. Boo...

I am angry at one person. This person, however, does not even realise that I exist.

He has the amazing power to break me with his smile and his tears.
He has the amazing power to make me cry with him.
He has the amazing power to make my lips form a smile when he does the same.

When he speaks, he makes you want to listen to every word carefully.
When he dances, he makes you want to lose control.
When he moves, he makes you want to worry if he's going to hurt himself again.

He has the strangest way of showing his love to his friends and it makes me love him even more.

He is everything I want in the potential boyfriend. But he's getting married and has two adorable kids.



*Sorry-lah, I couldn't find a decent pic of him alone. I just realised that all of the pics I have of him alone are rather sad and depressing ones. Plus, this is way better than the earlier pic I posted (Hah, you better stop complaining ah? Slap you then you know!) . See...all nicely suited up. And yeah, being me, I must have Lampsy somewhere-lah okay? I am an idiot, I know, and I deserved to be kicked*

John George Terry, you have this uncanny way of breaking my tiny and already broken heart. I hate you for doing this to me.

I know you will be married soon, therefore I would like to say CONGRATULATIONS.

May you be happy always with your family, and may you become a greater captain who will lead us to more victories and more glory (I really must stop talking as though he's going for war or something). And don't you ever leave Chelsea, no matter how ugly 'electric yellow' is.

*I ain't so good with speeches, so yeah. Read the speech the mate did here. She's better at that than I am*

And for the love of God and all things good, will you please stop breaking my heart? It takes a McD's chocolate sundae with extra chocolate to patch it up all over again. It's not good for my health and it costs me money (which I do not have much of at the moment).


There. It's out. Happy?

Never piss me off.

Firstly, birthday shoutout.

Dear Baby,

You're officially 20 and joined the old cows club. My time to join the prestigious club will come, I know, but not so soon. Have a great birthday and here's to all the good things in life.

EVERYDAY WE LOVE YOU.

Lots of love,
-me-

*****

Honestly, I hate being nagged in the morning. I don't care, but just don't piss me off from 12 AM to 11:59 AM. It really puts me off on everything. Start your mornings in good fashion, I always say.

Especially if you nag about my friends and me (in this case, my friends) over something we didn't do, I will be ultra pissy. I will be extremely tulan and just lose all concentration on everything and get mad at people. You see, not a very pretty cycle, is it?

So for all things good, don't piss me off in the morning.
I will turn you in a toad. I swear.

*****

Too much going on, too little time.

To make things short...people have tissues and issues to deal with, while some people are just so heartbroken JT and Stevie G are getting married. JT is getting married tomorrow, and Stevie's on Saturday.

Except me, I'm fine. Or at least I think I am.

Haha. I'm going to get myself some ice-cream tomorrow. Because I don't own them, and I don't care.

Shut it.

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I hate Fernando Alonso. I just do and I hope he goes back to Renault. He's such a sore loser.

He thinks the team prefer Lewis more because he's a British driver driving for a British team.

Firstly, he's just jealous. Not only is Lewis cuter than him, he's also a faster and better driver. He feels threatened that some young rookie is going to steal his crown.

Hah. That's for stealing things that never belonged to you!

Damn it-lah, you're team-mates, for God's sake. Why do you have to be so bitter towards the other? It reminds me of JPM and Ralf Schumacher being bitter towards each other at one point of time.

I would really like Alonso to crash out of every race because I hate him so very much, but I can't. If he crashes out of races all the time, Ferrari or some other team might win the title. I only want McLaren Mercedes to win. They're my team till I go old and live with 89 cats.

It isn't the first time he's being an ass, that Alonso. He once said that the Renault weren't doing anything to help him win the title because he was already leaving them (he claimed the pit crew sabotaged his car or something). But when he won the remaining races, he was so full of himself.

Bloody ungrateful being. Don't you feel like slapping him only?

Just because he's the world champion, he thinks the whole world should kow-tow to him. Hah. Dream on-lah.

Bring back Kimi Raikkonen, even if he slurs a lot and needs subtitles when he speaks, oh McLaren Mercedes.

I hate Fernando Alonso. Why does he have to be in McLaren-lah?

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And another thing, why do the reporters like to add that Lewis Hamilton is "the first black driver in F1", "the first black driver on pole" and "the first black driver to win a race"?

Can do away with the racism bit, right?

So bloody annoying.

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I just spoke about two issues about Lewis Hamilton, sticking up for him.

Nothing wrong. It's just strange.

I'm going to have a cookie in his honour.


And also the Brown Spiderwoman, because her school made it to the finals! Woo-hoo! I'm going to listen to MCR the whole day and eat a cookie in your honour.

Some people.

Some random human being left me a message.
"Woman, I'm at HP Towers. Meet me at San Francisco Coffee"
"WTF you doing there?" I ask.
"Brother decided to get a new laptop and all so he came here. And after this, I'm going shopping with him and the wife, and the boyfriend"

So I met this annoying thing and she bought Extreme Mocha for me.
"So that you don't die of starvation or thirst". That was what she told me.

"Come, I want to see Xabi"
"His name is Arjen!"
"He's my godchild and I'll call him whatever I want"
"Who made you the godmother?"
"I self-appointed myself as the godmother"
*shows annoyed face*
"Cute wei your phone!"
"Like the owner"
*shows annoyed face*

Then she saw this.

"This is your wallpaper? WTF?"

And then, she saw this.

"This is your screensaver? WTF?"

Hahaha.

Strange thing is, the other Liverpool fan said the same thing. =.="

Meh...what is wrong with you people har?

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This morning, a Shih-Tzu entered my house. It looked so darn adorable. I wish we could keep it, but I am afraid of dogs and my mum does not like pets (except fish), and it looked so lost it kept running around us, it kept thinking we were its owner. Part of the reason why I was late for class today.

What is wrong with you people har? Don't love dogs, send them to the pound or something-lah or give them to people who'd care for them better than you would, not leave it to roam around my house and shit in front of it. Damn annoying okay?

Plus, it's a Shih-Tzu. Don't tell me you don't like the dog. It's better looking than a chihuahua anyway.

Poor doggie. I hope it's okay, wherever it is.

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I hate Law.

No matter how good I am at it, I hate it.


If you'll excuse me, I'm a hungry sod. All I had for lunch was a chocolate muffin.

Bye bye.

P/S: I want to be the translator. Key-poh-chee tak best-lah.

Life, love and Michael Owen.

Random POINTLESS conversation between four madcaps.

"I am sad"
"Why?"
"Diver got married"
"Hey, he ain't a diver!"
"And I'm not sad because of that!"
"Then what? JT?"
"Kind of"
"Aiyah...worry bout something else-lah"
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Stevie getting married?"
"That's not helping"
"Oh I know! Owen's going back to Liverpool!"
"He is?"
"No...but Sam Allardyce said he ain't sure if Owen's staying"
"OH MY GOD! MICHAEL OWEN, GO BACK TO ANFIELD SO THAT SHE WON'T BOMBARD US WITH HER ALL-TIME FAVOURITE QUESTION! Which is..."
"Is Michael Owen ever going back to Liverpool?"
"Lord, save our sanity!"
-.-"

Madness.

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After watching this, my brilliant friend had this to say.

"Aww...bless Joe Cole. And I know what JT said in the pre-match speech. I just know. And he's just jealous he ain't got some bling bling to wear"

Muppet.

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I must really learn to shut up. Today, for the Elements of Law tutorial, the lecturer kept asking questions and no one was answering them.

I answered most of it. I feel so stupid for being smart. I mean I know all this because I learnt all this a year ago, and for my brain to remember this is actually amazing because I actually thought that law part of me just disappeared.

Therefore I must learn to shut up and let other people answer, because I don't want people to look at me and say that I'm being a "Miss Know It All" because I don't!

I should've done Law. It would have made a few people happy.

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I'm going on a marathon tomorrow.

I have classes from 8:30-5:30. With no breaks in between.

Let me break it down for you.

8.30 - 10 --> Business Law tutorial.
10 - 12 --> Introduction to Political Science lecture.
12 - 2 --> Business Law lecture.
2 - 4 --> Research Methodology lecture.
4 - 5:30 --> Elements of Law lecture.

Someone please save me and my sanity by giving me a cookie and a cup of coffee from San Francisco Coffee.

When was the last time...

you had a good laugh?

I mean, when was the last time you had a good laugh and really felt that everything you're currently going through seemed so tiny and insignificant?

I looked at my neighbourhood kids yesterday. They were running around and screaming while playing football. It was the first time I saw them away from their books and tuitions and other classes they face daily. It was a nice change.

I look at people and how happy they are with changing phones like they're changing underwears. I look at how happy people are when they get a brand new branded item. I look at them and see how happy they are when they believe they have achieved the same status as their friends.

Does that make you happy to the point you honestly want to constantly run naked?

Everyone is constantly chasing things which they realise they're not going to love anymore when they see something else that is even more eye-catching.

The kind of people I detest most are those who seek happiness by comparing themselves to others AND contemplate all sorts of things to bring that person down. They feel no sense of remorse or guilt over their actions and like to believe that they're ALWAYS right.

The last few weeks have been horrible for me. I didn't want to laugh at all, but there were instances where I'd just laugh at something silly (err...dancing skills count-lah) and get all upset again.

Last Friday was one day I had great fun and a good laugh. Not because I watched Captain Jack shirtless (yeah, yeah, I'm a pervert, what's your point?) but mainly because I got to hook up with one of my oldest best friends. I laughed so much with her around.

Yesterday, the mate and the OHCRAP party president made me laugh so much. Mate talked about her Ronnie boy going to Miami without her. OHCRAP party president talked about zoos and what they smell like. I had a good laugh.


So next time, just take a moment and smile and laugh. Just like Andriy Shevchenko.

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Barca are bloody cheats. Messi is the new Maradona. Argentinians are famous for their "Hand of God" acts, aren't they? It's so appalling. It was so obvious he hit the ball with his hand and the referee said that it is a goal.

I feel so sorry for Espanyol. They should complain about it. They deserve those 3 points instead of the one point they currently have.

My dad said Barcelona should be relegated. I can't agree more. I don't care if Real Madrid or Sevilla win the darn title, so long as it's not Barca, I'm happy.

Jose was right. You go to Barcelona and they teach you the "Art of Diving and Cheating". Told you the man is never wrong!


Damn you, Messi. I can never forgive you for making MY Asier del Horno get red-carded last year. Yes, I'm a bitter cow. Moo. I hope Barca end up trophyless so that I can be happy and shut up for a while.

If they end up winning the title, it's disgraceful. Bloody cheaters. Real Madrid, for God's sake, don't screw up the last game, can?

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As promised...

Say hello to Arjen (and Captain Jack). Ain't he something? Tomas is jealous. He doesn't show it, but I can tell.

I am happy. I paid for it (half actually) and I love it. It may not be the new wafer-thin phone that is, to me, very ugly. But I don't care. I care about simplicity. Not your fancy-schmancy things. Call me old-fashioned, but I don't intend on having a RM1000++ pricetag on me, making me an easy prey for rempits/snatch thieves/robbers/evil junkies. So, no to fancy expensive phones.

Unless they fell out from the sky or I won a contest or I hit the jackpot or something like that.

I love my Arjen...


Oh by the way, Arjen Robben got married last Saturday. Boo...=(



He looks so nice, innocent, holy and pretty in white! See, Roman? Stick to the white jersey! Everyone looks pretty in white. Congratulations, Arjen. May you be happy with your wife always. Now I'm going to my room and sulk.

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Congratulations to Lewis Hamilton on winning his first F1 race! He won this morning's Canadian GP race. And I didn't watch.

Does this mean he'll win races when I don't watch it?

Bah...oh well, he's a consistent performer. I like him a lot (And yes, Lysa, tahap can marry. WTF is wrong with you!).

When there's no football for two months, I shall entertain myself by watching fast cars and hot boys. Woo-hoo!