I promise.

I promise that once my LAST assignment of the semester is done (which is due tomorrow), I'm going to do things I've been putting off for quite some time now.

Like playing the guitar. Yes, yes...I'm lazy.
And read a book. Anything besides General Principles of Malaysian Law, please.

Now that I only have two days to go to college, I have more time to sleep do something productive. Don't be surprised if I decide to bake something in the kitchen. Don't laugh-lah, I know I have no housewife-like skills, no harm in trying, okay? Be a bit encouraging, can?

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I no longer have to run the marathon. 8:30-2, with a two-hour break in between. Enough time for me to think of what to eat. I know, I like to think of food when I have nothing else to think about.

Oh and better news yet, I have not bitten my nails for the last 4 weeks! And my nails are long! Eh you people know right I cannot keep long nails? I can't because I have an urge to bite them. One of my worst habits. Eeks.

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So the parents hired this cleaning lady to mop the house and stuff. She comes once a week. I told them to call her when I am NOT in the house.

You see, she has this shrilly voice. And she speaks in this Bahasa Indonesia that I never can understand. Put them together, you get one annoyed me.

And today, they decided to be funny-lah. They called her up and asked her to clean the toilets upstairs. I had to be at the PC upstairs because I had to do the final touches of the assignment. And I have no idea what bleach or Clorox or whatever bathroom-washing liquid she mixed, it smelt bad and I was tearing and sneezing like crazy. My eyes were itching. Damn painful.

And she was talking to the mother so loudly, I nearly fell off my chair.

Which is why this morning my MSN display name was "Better listen to Mark Owen than listen to her. Seriously". Not that Mark Owen is bad, it's just that I was going a bit off when I was ODing on him for quite a while so I decided to switch him off and not listen to anything. And that's when she decided to shriek/scream/speak.

Honestly, I cannot stand the woman. She screams as though the person she's talking to is ten feet away from her, when they're only a seat away.

She gives me a headache. I nearly fell off the bed once because she kept pressing the house bell and screaming at the gate. It's broad daylight-lah, for the love of God! I treasure my sleep more than anyone I know. Don't be cruel.

I swear if they call her again when I'm around, I'm going to start screaming and that's going to be bad. In fact, it's going to sound worse than that woman.

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Dear Ronaldinho,

I have only one thing to say to you.

LAY OFF MY LAMPSY!

I don't care if the abomination called you to lure him to Barcelona, just forget it.

The man promised he's staying because he loves his people and the club. So back off. I will box you until your two front teeth fall off.

And I don't care if my mother likes you a lot. I will box you.


Very much in a hissy fit,
-me-

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Ooh...speaking of Lampsy, he scored the equaliser against Feyenoord wearing the captain's armband! What happened to JT?? Woo-hoo!!!

And Carlo saved a penalty.

I CANNOT wait for next Sunday.

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Oh, have I told you how happy I am Iraq is in the final? I nearly cried during the penalty, okay. Oh and that Iraqi goalie is cute! He reminds me of Tiago. I swear he's cute!

I am telling you, Malaysian footballers should be sent to Iraq to train, instead of being sent to London. Seriously.

I want Iraq to go on to win the final. This has nothing to do with religious pride or what, it's just that I want them to feel happy after all the troubles they have and are still facing. Even for just a bit. Excuse me, if they could go all the way to the Olympic semifinals three years ago, I don't see why they can't win it. Okay, fine...Saudi Arabia is a great team too.

Good on the Iraqis. After all the adversities they had to go through, they've made it.

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OhMyGod nutcase and eejit! Look at this.


Tomas Rosicky. He's seven years and two days older than me =(

HAHAHAHA! He's pouting! OhMyGod. Madness, thanks for this. How come you're so free? I thought you didn't like him.


But honestly. I like his hair. Oh and another thing, I'm quite keen on having brown highlights like his. Eh hello, I have said time and time again, I like his hair. And yes, he's good-looking.


No no, I'm not a closet Arsenal fan. I'm a self-confessed closet Liverpool fan. Hah...make fun of Chelsea, you Liverpool fans, and I will jinx Steven Gerrard or Fernando Torres! I mean it!

I like Arsenal because well...you go figure it out-lah.

The smarty pants who gets to guess it gets a chocolate chip cookie from Subway. Or not, just a hug.

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Nutcase was with me and we were singing to Believe in the Boogie! That explains the rain.


Honestly, don't you just feel like dancing?