Dream a little dream.

The father told me earlier that...

a tikus (rat) eats more than I do.

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And we were watching The Green Mile and there was this part where the man feeds the mouse with cheese.

"How can you say a rat eats more than I do? Look at him! He's eating half a slice of cheese!"

Yes, I know there's a difference between rats and mice, but they come from the same family. Rodents.

I eat adequate amounts of meat, vegetables, and rice. I drink fresh fruit juices too. Failure to do this would lead me to eat fruits or yoghurts.

Sometimes, I think the father thinks I'm anorexic.

Usually when the mother is around, she puts the rice for me. She knows how much I eat.

But when she's away and the father's around, he puts the rice for me and believe me, it is A LOT. And he refuses to let me take out some of the rice.

It's not about controlling my diet or food intake, it's just that it's the right amount of food for me. If I bite more than I can chew, I get sick and have trouble sleeping.


You've seen me eat. Don't I eat a lot?

People complain I eat little because I am on a diet (used to be-lah when I was awfully fat).

The only form of diet I do is fasting. Yes. It works better than cutting down on eating certain foods.

I am not the type of person who likes to eat a lot. There was a time where I used to eat three plates of rice and meat. Yes. THREE PLATES.

There was also a time I could eat 2 Fillet o' Fish and 3 roti canai.
Yes, make fun of my eating habits.

Nowadays, it's so difficult for me to eat more than one plate of rice or roti canai. One Fillet o' Fish is more than enough for me.

I have a very small stomach. A horribly sensitive one too, might I add. It gets upset easily if I eat more than I should (or something I am absolutely not familiar with). That is why I eat what I eat, I tend to stick to what I'm used to.


So, tell me. Does a rat honestly eat more than I do?

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EDITED [12:20 PM]

WTF. 2-0.
Shut up. 3 points in the bag. Stop whining.
Fine.

And yes, Sheva scored. Happy. Lampsy scored. Yeah, a penalty.

No, I didn't watch the match. Well, I was supposed to since the parents allowed me to watch ONLY one match. I was studying Biopsych, for the love of hash browns.

But no. Some other person living in my house decided to watch the Man U game. He barely changed the channel for 30 seconds and concluded that the Chelsea match was boring. He knew I am having my exams and I was allowed to watch ONE match involving MY club, but NO. He wanted to watch ManU. WTF. I think he's a closet Man U fan, I could be wrong.

I got so pissed, I decided to study Biopsych again. Aching brain or not. And by the time I got to the stairs, he changed the channel and told me "Eh Chelsea scored one".

"I can rely on my friends for updates, I don't want to watch"

Yeah, I was so bitter. Pfft.

Oh well, a win's a win, even if ugly Grant thinks the club did badly before he took over. 6 trophies in three seasons is bad-lah now! WTF!

And yes, all hail MY lucky shorts! =p


And WTF happened to Liverpool!

In a time like this, I'd say it's payback because of what the brother did to me. Hell hath no fury like a Chelsea fan scorned. It was fun to see him yell at his club in annoyance. Hahaha.

But I also have to take into consideration my other Liverpool friends. And of course, poor Crouchy and Nando.

I should be sad for them-lah, right?

Oh well. Three points. 3rd place. Not too bad.

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To all of you who are going to see MCR in concert later, have fun for me, yeah!

I had 5 invitations, but I had to turn them down because I have exams tomorrow. Bad timing. Bleh.

Have fun...!