Wake-up call.

At 4:30 this morning, someone woke me up.

"Hello?"
"Eh, Chelsea won 2-1. Now get up and come down and eat!"

The mother has a strange way of waking me up. Oh wow...has it already been two weeks since the last wake up call?

I am still skeptical of Avram Grant, but a win is a win. And seeing JT shirtless during the post-match interview was the only consolation of the day. And yay to Didier and Joe!

Now, all they have to do is not screw up against Bolton. I know, I know, Mikel's there. But no. No mercy.

*****

"Liverpool lost 1-0"
"WTF? Eh...who scored for Marseille? Cisse or Zenden?"

Hahaha. Imagine if that really happened.

Okay...I shouldn't make fun of Liverpool-lah. My present is at stake!

*****

It's Tomas' birthday today. Schnitzel-lah oi.

He turns 27. Eeks. So old.


*speaks incoherent English/Spanish*


The fingers!


The mother got a message from DiGi about Rotiboy the other day and she told me about this, and I started laughing because she thought of the anorexic thing.

No, no, I haven't broken fast yet! Not batal at all!


And my name rhymes with 'pai' banana. Long story to be revealed soon. Hahaha! You know I love you, okay!

*****

I might be going out on a shopping spree tomorrow.

I need to study for the midterms.

Oh God, time is running out =(