All things 20.

Dear Scouser,

20 years ago (August 31, 1987), you were born as Chryssayllyss Samantha Justine Damon. On that day, Malaysia turned 30 and I wasn't even around yet.

20 months ago (January 28, 2006), I was crying over some internal issues and you showed up at my door, with a tissue in hand and a tub of blueberry yoghurts. You gave me a hug that I never asked for but I'm grateful for that hug nonetheless.

20 weeks ago (April 20, 2007), you told me my mother rocks. I agreed. Haha.

20 days ago (August 11, 2007), Steven Gerrard scored a stunning goal for you. I complained about Xabi's haircut.

20 hours ago (3:42 PM, August 30, 2007), you asked me for your present. I told you to wait.

20 minutes ago (11:22 AM, August 31, 2007), I called you up to find out if you were still drunk. You told me you were having a massive headache and feeling a little tipsy but came online anyway.

20 seconds ago (12:09:10 AM, August 31, 2007), I gave you your long-awaited birthday gift. You told me you loved me for it, you loved the present so much.


Despite the fact I've only known you for 10 years, I feel like I've known you for ages. You're still that LP-loving girl I know. I'd bleed it out for you too.

And so would Xabi and Crouchy, because they love you.

Eeks. Xabi's bleeding! But he still looks pretty.


He still looks good despite the blood on his face, you know.


We may have our own opinions on which is the best team or the best band or other silly things. But I know I can count on you for anything, just because we know each other like how a penguin would know fish. I adore you in every way possible.

Here's to us and also our beloved number 8s.

Say he's fat and suffer the consequences.

I love you despite your maniacal ramblings of "Yan, do you think Peter Crouch wears shinguards?" OR "Yay!!! Steven scored for me!" OR even "Go eat at Nando's!".

Happy 20th birthday, oh dear Scouser. You know I love you too. And I really hope you like the present.

Very much bouncy and happy for you,
-me-

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Happy 50th Merdeka day to all Malaysians, wherever you may be.

Here's to more nasi lemak, roti canai and chee cheong fun-sharing days among Malaysians!

Whee!!!


P/S: Happy birthday to Pepe Reina as well!!! My Scouser's hero shares the same birthday with her! I share my birthday with the Sunderland chairman and the Boro goalkeeper. Not that famous, but still.

Lookie here.

Okay. I woke up this morning feeling somewhat grumpy.

One reason was because the karaoke-lady sang and my room faces her house, which means I can't study with her voice that makes a frog's croak sound sexier. I am not joking.

Another reason was that the cleaning lady came to clean the house. I told the parents to call her when I am not at home. But what the father tells me is that "he needs more people to be at home when she's around". Honestly tell me what can I do when she's around? My ears bleed when she starts speaking. She and the karaoke-lady have this insanely high-pitched voice that doesn't help me when I want to study. I can study in my own noise, but not by others. I should've gone to the freaking library to study.

All in, I couldn't study and my bloody finals is in another 6 days. I am scared to my wits' end, okay.

But...the day wasn't so bad. Especially since Tomas Rosicky scored.
*jumps around*

But for the love of blueberry yoghurts, don't destroy the sexy hair! I thought I saw Berbatov instead!


Sigh...I want a boy who has that kind of hair. *is thinking of what shampoo he uses for his hair*

Oh, yesterday I saw the footballer figurines in this shop in Bangsar Shopping Complex while waiting for Frogway to start. And the first figurine I actually spotted was the one of Tomas.

"Why does he look like Tomas?"
*looks closer*
"Oh damn it IS Tomas!"
*tells Scouser about it*
"Got Stevie G or not!"
-.-"

But so expensive...I saw Aaron Lennon, Arjen Robben, Andriy Shevchenko, Michael Ballack and Robbie Keane ones too. Oh and Luis Garcia (who, in my opinion, despite him scoring that goal that knocked us out of the Champions League 2 years ago, is the kind of footballer I want my Chelsea boys to be like if ever they leave Chelsea, because of this letter) also.

Sigh...I know Duffy nearly cried when he left. But it would be nice if they left a letter to the fans. I don't know, I'm just being crazy.

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I'll show you pictures of last night!

Presenting...Frogway!


The set, during the intermission *sneaky grin*


Eh, if I dyed my hair this colour, you'd think it'll look nice?


Stupid me forgot to turn the flash on.


Look, look. She's signing my book!

And then, Julez died on me. Refusing to be turned on, it died. My camera died because it was cold. Really a WTF moment.
*takes out handphone and decides to take pictures with it*

Wah...lots of girls went to take pics with Vince, okay. Must be the fangirls-lah. Haha. I am not one, but I just did it-lah...since he kindly wrote my name. Wrong spelling also never mind-lah. Forgiven. Hehehe.

"Eh eh, so romantic this pic!"
*grins*
-.-"
She thinks she's funny, the mother. She took this pic and she didn't know how to take it. Technology-friendly? Not!


Ina Fabregas and me. She has the prettiest set of scales I've ever seen!


The Fabregas sisters and me. The fish, the frogette and the idiot.

Somehow, I managed to revive Julez by rubbing the batteries with my hands. I have the world's most annoying camera, I tell you. And I took these pics.


I will give you a cookie if you can guess which one was mine.


The programme book the mother was reluctant to buy for me.


He wrongly spelt my name! *frowns*


*hisses* Melon seeds.


She's very pretty.


He was so funny!


"Wah...she related to Cesc is it?!" I don't know-lah. Maybe he's a distant relative or something. I don't know.


Julez, how could you die one me last night! I was eager to take a pic with him!
*grumbles*


Aimee ah, she's really pretty! Plus she's so funny!


*still thinks if they're related to Cesc*


You better go okay. And by the way, I saw your brother last night. Grocery-shopping and boutique-hopping too.


P/S: It's almost ready.

Strike it while it's hot.

I enjoyed Frogway so much! It was really fun. I laughed so much, now I croak.

We had the front row seats. Really, really, really bloody close to the stage, okay.

I got autographs from all the cast members. And the mother said I shouldn't have spent money on the programme book! Hah!


Here's a funny story. I brought my camera in hopes of making someone jealous. You know who you are, anyways.

I only managed to get two pics on my camera when it died on me. Honestly. My camera died on me.

It happened once in college. And the reason was because the camera was too cold. The batteries were cold.

WTF! Whose camera dies because of being cold har! Some more on a night like this oi!

My handphone's camera caught three photos and one of it ended up being blur, one ended looking weird and one looked decent. Oh well, something is better than nothing-lah, right?

I left The Actors Studio Bangsar with a smile plastered on my silly face.

And now I can't sleep because I am too happy. Plus, I am so full after having curry laksa for dinner just now. Jealous or not now?

I shall update more tomorrow. With 5 pictures from the night and other random pics.


P/S: You. The ones contemplating of going. Better go. Last day on Sunday. Go, okay.


P/P/S: Oh yes, Wednesday was quite a good day for me. I left home thinking "How can I get an A for Biopsychology when I can't bullshit?". I also ended up learning something for my Business Law. Or so I think. And I realised that I left college blushing over a compliment. Ho-hum. And I watched Frogway. Life is good. For now, at least.

A cup of tears lie in a glass.

Throughout the quiet car ride home, tears were about to stream down the cheeks.

But the thoughts of the number of silly text messages sent kept the tears where they truly belong.

"Hahaha! He should give us the money so that we can buy tickets to London and Chelsea matches-lah! He's doing a good deed by giving money to us!"
"Exactly! He can call it 'charity' and claim back from income tax! Correct or not! We should write to him and suggest this!"

"What does 'FYQ' stand for?"
"Feed Your Queen? I don't know. Got such thing ah?"
"You don't know meh?"
"No"
"'FYQ' is just a series of alphabets that mean nothing"
*insert appropriate swear words*

That's enough to hold the tears back. At least for now.

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I am going to see Vince Chong and Ash Nair tomorrow.

Yes, I am going to watch Frogway. It's official.

=)

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Ole Gunnar Solksjaer has retired. All the best. He's one of the few Man United players I actually respect.

You shall be missed, oh dear baby-faced assassin.

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Dear Ronaldinho,

I don't like you. Neither does my twin.

I don't care if you can't get Barca to lure Lampsy there because he's a great player to play with, this definitely doesn't give you the right to come to Chelsea and play alongside him!

I don't give a care if you secretly are in love with Lampsy.

Okay, wait...maybe I do.

Frank Lampard belongs to JT and JT alone. Don't ruin them, can or not?

And I don't know if there's some kind of player-swapping motive here, but I don't like it! Don't lure my Chelsea boys to Barcelona!

If you come to Chelsea, you will ruin my pretty squad. So stay in Barcelona, where people love you more than I do.

Very much in a hissy fit,
-me-


Dear Roman Abramovich,

Instead of using your roubles to buy Ronaldinho, why don't you put the money to good use and use on me and my twin? You see, we are pretty much needy children (okay, maybe me alone) and if you gave us the money, you actually are doing a good deed. It's called being charitable.

So please, do the right thing. Save money, don't buy Ronaldinho.

Very much hopeful,
-me-

**I am bored-lah. Sue me**


P/S: 3 days more. Wait for it =p

Being grumpy makes me feel like frumpy Fergie.

Ah, screw it. I was grumpy and wrote a post on why I was grumpy (which I deleted later).

But then I washed clothes and talked to random people and slept. Yes, it made me feel better, even washing clothes.

And for what it's worth, I had valid reasons to be grumpy.

But then I realised, being grumpy makes me feel like frumpy Fergie. Fergie here would refer to Sir Alex Ferguson.

And no, I'm too young and nice-looking to look like him.

So, I am no more grumpy, just nerdy.



And laugh at this.
I broke one of my mother's favourite teapot of 15 years with a spoon while making orange juice.

I have no hopes of being a housewife if I keep causing calamities in the kitchen. Which is why the Scouser said I should be banned from the kitchen for good.

Thankfully there's another teapot in the house.
"Oi. This is the last teapot we have, so don't you break it!"

And I thought she would have banned me from doing anything in the kitchen after that incident. Hmm...

Oh and I have my boyfriend back from Materlline. Boyfriend = Paolo Nutini. Haha, silly people, I fooled you!

Lovely.

I'm only updating now, because it's the weekend. You know what's on during the weekend.

I watched the Arsenal-ManCity match. Yes, I had to because I didn't want the father to feel upset and think that I'm selfish. I'm a good daughter, okay.

*sees it's already 30 minutes*
"Let me change the channel for a while. See if there are any goals yet or not"
"Okay"
*changes the channel, sees goal scored by Lampsy*
"OMG I'm psychic!"


Oh SWP, we love you too!

To all you buggers who hate Lampsy, boo you! The man has a broken toe, and he played! Hah! Boo him all you want, he's been playing well (and helping me with my Fantasy team). Thanks to that goal, we are on top. Come on Chelsea! I would like to see more goals, please.


Errmm...I think I'm the only one who noticed that Rotiboy got a haircut and dyed his hair brown. And what was he doing to Fabregas!
"Yerr...Rotiboy was kissing Fabregas! So obscene!"
She makes me laugh.

Poor Kasper Schmeichel. He has been so outstanding in the game, but Fabregas beat him to score that goal. I felt sad looking at his sad, dejected face. I am crazy. And yes, Tomas looked adorable last night to the point my heart skipped a beat.

Yes, that's what happened when I saw that underaged Paulo Ferreira look-alike in college on Friday. Sigh...

And Morten Gamst Pedersen, another blondie I actually like (there are only 15 people in that blonde list of mine), has gone brunette.

NO!!! WTF! Was yesterday "Dye My Hair Brown Day"??

No wonder he didn't score and Blackburn drew. It's the hair! Curses!


Go back to being blonde, MGP. Even if I like brunettes more than blondes, you should be a blonde. Suits you better.

Moped to father:
"He has nice hair, but he dyed it brown!!"
*says nothing, probably thinks I'm crazy*

Mopes to mother:
"MGP dyed his hair brown!"
"I'm sure he looks nice"
The mother thinks he's cute. Hahaha!

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I am going to watch Frogway the musical this week! Whee!!!

Oh that reminds me, I need to behave just for these two weeks.

*****

And umm...I'm turning 20 in another six weeks.
Bah.

Notice.

The blog will not be updated daily as usual, unles if there's something interesting to be blogged about.

It's not because I'm scared.

Well, actually I am scared.

I'm gunning for a B+ for my Business Law paper. Hopefully it will raise the CGPA a bit. And doing this paper makes me feel like a fish out of water.

Forget the fact she says I have a high level of maturity in my assignment. What's the point of having that for the assignment and not being able to display it for the final paper?

I am not self-doubting myself. I know what I can and cannot do. I hate when people tell me "You're smart, you can do it! There's nothing to it!" or the likes. Getting Bs or Cs doesn't warrant for such things.

Sure, it's not like I've failed or something, right?

Sure...go tell the parents that. See what they say.
"Other people's children can get As, why you cannot?"
**quoting the DiGi ad**

It's a similar scenario. Now my dad's quoting David Beckham and my neighbour's smart-ass daughter.
"They came back from a slump with a vengeance and proved others wrong"

**yes, my dad thinks Becks should be my role model, not JT**

Maybe I could use that for the second year. It might work.

So anyways, pray for me that I do well.
And here's to the second year.

I shall leave you with this conversation.
"This is Wembley Stadium!"
*looks at me*
"I want to go there!"
*looks at me and points*
"You study hard, get into a good university and then we can go to Wembley! At least once!"
*nods*

Oh. All for Stamford Bridge and Wembley now.

*****

Edited [8:40 PM]

I went to college just now to register my subjects, and there was a massive crowd (lots of people were there for the new HMC intake).

And I spotted this boy who looks so much like Paulo Ferreira, but slightly tanned. Which makes him VERY VERY VERY adorable! I couldn't take my eyes off him.

But he is too young. He looks as though he's barely legal.

I can see you smirking from here. I hate you, you bloody paedophile.

Why does he have to be underaged!!! *wails*

*pouts*

Fine, I shall shut up and run away to the arms of my Business Law textbooks now.

Heartbroken.

I was looking for random photos of the England match and I found lots of pics of Lampsy and Arjen together. How Arjen would run to him whenever he scored or vice versa. Or how silly he'd act during training sessions.

I hear something crack. Oh that's right, it's my heart.

My dearest number 16, I am going to miss you horribly. I really am.


Bye bye six packs.


I don't care if they say you have no sense of fashion. I still think you're good looking.


I'm sorry for leaving you out of my top 10 of the list. I'm horrible, I know.

Now all the blondies have left. The only one who is there doesn't even play for the first team.

I wish you the very best in Madrid and hopefully, we don't have to play against your team in the Champions League. Say hi to Fabio Cannavaro, Eidur Gudjohnsen and Luis Garcia for me.

I have realised that it was bound to happen, but I didn't expect you to leave so soon. Well, life's like that. If it's bound to happen, it will happen.


Wikipedia just removed him off the Chelsea link. And guess who had some tears streaming down her cheeks?

Blame the hormonal imbalance if you want.


Currently listening to:
How Deep Is Your Love? - Take That.

We belong to you and me.


I was going to post this song for you along with some pics, but I just couldn't. At least not today.

He left.

Just when you thought your mornings couldn't get any worse.

He is leaving. Number 16 is leaving.

For REAL MADRID. Of all places he could ever go to.

"Cheer up, it's not like he left to join ManUre or something"

The point is: People can come and go. That's life.

Goodbye, number 16. You know I love you.

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"You fell asleep and missed me??! How could you?"

The look on Crouchy's face says it all. England lost 1-2.

Yesterday night.
"You don't fall asleep ah? You better wake up"
"Okay, okay"

This morning.
"Why isn't Gerrard playing?"
*after 10 minutes at 3:21AM*
"You tak reply must be you're still sleeping. You missed it, Lampsy scored and JT hugged him"
*replies to her at 4 in the morning*
"OMG HE SCORED?"
*after 4 hours*
"I WOKE UP LATE TODAY! I only watched the first 20 minutes because the med I took earlier makes me sleepy. He scored in the 9th or 10th minute"

I set my alarm at 4 to study...but the blanket and the bed conspired and said to me:
"Come in, you'll catch a cold"

So I gave in and continued sleeping. And yes I woke up at 8. You're surprised, I can tell.

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I went to the library to study yesterday. And on my way to the bus stop, I called the nutcase. And I spotted this old "friend" of mine and how horribly anorexic she looks despite her big frame.

"I saw her"
"Who?"
"You know...the tramp"
"Oh her...did she stare at you?"
"Yeah, she did. She looks skinny though, despite her big bones"
"Who gives a damn for such things? Why be stupid and trashy and bitchy and have tons of make-up on your face when you can be smart and have your lecturer say you have a mature assignment!"
"Plus, you have nice hair!"
"..."

At times like this, when you aren't sure of giving a slap or a hug, just do both.

=)

*****

I'm starting second year next week! I only have to go to college on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday! Long weekends.

Of course with the long weekends, comes more work at hand.

*starts pouting*

Anything for Stamford Bridge.

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Is it just me or are my jeans getting looser?

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I just figured out what to do on your birthday!

*starts laughing like an evil genius and begins scheming*

Liverpool fans are evil and Jose is hot.

"Eh, you go eat at Nando's two days before every Liverpool game okay?"
"For what?"
"Then your Nando will score and we'll be on top of the league!"

You watch it. I might sneeze on Nando, Stevie and Xabi. Crouchy shall be spared because I love him, and maybe Carra too, just because I like him.

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I haven't done picspams in ages! No, the last entry doesn't count!

So, I'll do one on the hotness that is Jose Mourinho! In other words, I'm bored and I've run out of things to write. Sorry...I've been busy with my Law textbooks, okay?

Failed final paper = very very very unhappy parents = no Stamford Bridge dreams = depressed and suicidal me.

Oh God.

*focuses back to original topic*

So here is, Jose Mario dos Santos Mourinho Felix. Name not Wiki-ed, really...honestly memorised. See what I keep in my head -.-"


The boss =)

The man is indeed controversial. He makes a lot of statements that at times make perfect sense, and at times make absolutely no sense. One of the favourite quotes.
"Everybody wants Chelsea to lose a game. When they do they should declare a public holiday."

You ought to remember this because you sent me the infamous "Two words: Public holiday" message to me when we lost to Middlesbrough (I think...or was it Charlton Athletic?).

People can either love him or loathe him. I choose to love him.

Officials have a love/hate relationship with him.


Mascots love him too.


Didier loves him.


Oh...look how adorable Sheva is here.


*wants to cry, but smiles*


Oh Rui...


"You see the scoreboard there? That's where I want to see your name!"

Sometimes, he gets tired with all the attention, he gets a headache.

"Aiyoh...headache-lah. Why do you people love me so much?"

He doesn't cause controversies, contrary to popular belief. He solves them.

"Rui...leave them alone. If they say I'm not hot, to hell with them. I know you think I am".

He makes Fergie look frumpy and silly.

What's he smirking at? *growls*

He respects the future king. Whom I dislike because his brother is better =p!


People love him so much that they want him as their Prime Minister!

See, I have proof!

He also loves former players and also the people that matter the most, the fans.

The person who got the medal sold it off on eBay! Aimee, we were supposed to check that out!


=)



That day, they were heroes...

He is a family man as well.



He is well-known for his crazy faces.

Even in black and white.


*laughs at that clueless face*


*laughs hysterically*


"Does this mean all Portuguese are winkers?". Not funny.


*imagines him with spectacles on*
Works for me.

And who says he cannot smile?




Hey you, the one who can't spell anorexic straight! Don't be such a vain-arse and learn how to pose naturally like how he does. He puts to you to shame!

At the end of the day, he likes to drink to savour the sweet taste of victory.


He is...Jose Mourinho. The Special One.


Okay, I am done. Now, I'm going to have a nap and then...either study or go stare at Jonathan Togo on the TV at 10PM.

Oh yes, don't forget. England-Germany later at 2:30 in the morning.

Might be watching. Hopefully.