I demand an answer.

What in the name of hash browns and Peter Crouch are my Chelsea boys doing with Paris Hilton?

What is she doing there???


*thinks for 10 seconds*

Oh My God.

She's after Lampsy. 0.0
There's no two ways about it. Long story.



And why is she posing in front of JT?

I am NOT pleased.
*starts screaming profanities*

I am nowhere near jealous, okay? Of all people...why must I be jealous of her?

Why couldn't she stay in jail until the squad leave LA?

Pfft. I'm going to think of something else now.

*****

Fine. JT's staying. Highest paid player in the EPL, apparently.

I'm very happy because my captain's staying. I can't imagine him in a jersey besides the Chelsea blue and that new electricity yellow (which isn't that ugly). Oh, the third kit is white! I'm happy!

Let's hope the other one stays too.

*****

He got a haircut. And oh God, is it wrong if I say he looks good?


His eyes can kill. I'm a sucker for men with blue eyes. And he's starting to look like Prince William and that's just scary.


Getty doesn't want him to smile. Always blocking his smile. Oh well, Sheva is gorgeous anyhow.


These two should be banned from standing together. They're capable of killing people even when they don't smile. Flip-flops! *faints* They could quit they day jobs and become models, like our lovely underwear model =p

*****

You'd think your parents would advise you against those SMS contest.

Think again.

Once I called those 600-numbers when I was 11 and not-so-tiny, which earned the wrath of the parents.

Then the mother tried the SMS thingy and regretted it. People NEVER listen to you.

And yesterday, the father decided to be the latest victim to try.

"I know the answer"
"You ask her to SMS-lah"
*calls me down*
*wonders what mischief I caused today*
"Join this"
"RM3 per SMS okay?"
"Don't care"
*sends SMS*
*watches TV*
"Nothing also"
*shakes head quietly*

Then the father tries again. This time by calling the fixed line. Very persistent, I tell you, this uncle.

"Sit here, they said I'm the tenth caller"
*waits*
*waits*
*waits*
*TV presenter talks to different person*
"Huh? What is this? They said I was the tenth caller!"
"Moral of the story: Don't do stupid things, can?"


Tsk tsk. And I thought the mother would advise him against it. Wasted RM 6 okay?

She's paying, anyway. Her loss.

I really didn't know whether to cry or laugh at that time. Really.

*****

"You know the other you asked me which CSI boss I would pick right?"
"No...that's not what I asked"
"I've been thinking. I can't pick Grissom because he is dating Sara. Can't choose Mac because he has Peyton. Considering Marisol died, I'd go with Horatio"
*faints and dies*

Honestly, I asked her "Which CSI guy do you like?". Of all people, Horatio Caine? -.-"

Ryan, Danny and Greg not hot meh? Hmmph.

Apparently she likes Sheldon Hawkes. Haha. Sensible choice. I like Sheldon. At least not Horatio, okay?


The parents are so random, I love them.

*****

Currently listening to:
Close to the Edge - Mark Owen.

You can't leave me close to the edge, you won't ever hear me hit the ground.


I'm into him, like a sudden fix for a bowl of sugar. Honestly, have I gone mad?