She makes me laugh so hard, I'm crying.

This is funny.

The mother loves to tell me random stories about certain people.


So today, she (and the father) met up with the lecturer cousin. Apparently a random relative of ours asked another cousin whether her niece was available (as in single) since she looked all grown up and all. And she's ONLY 16 (the guy she was supposed to be paired off with is apparently MUCH older).

So this random relative asked this cousin again if her OWN daughter was available. Apparently she isn't.

The reason why I think it's funny is...that I wasn't mentioned.

This niece of mine who's 16 is seriously bigger than me and behaves in such a manner that you think she's older than that. Believe me, she doesn't.
And this other niece who's my brother's age...she's smaller than me, but she has an older face so you can tell she's older.

Which means...I'm not older looking and I'm small! That's why they didn't decide to hook me up with this random person. Blame it on my youth.

I would have said no, anyway...simply because I'm not the person who believes in arranged marriages.

Okay, you may not see the funny side of it, but it's okay. I think it's funny.

*****

Quique Flores was sacked???

NO!!!

WHY ARE ALL THE GOOD LOOKING MANAGERS LEAVING???

Why didn't anyone tell me???

Darn it. Now who's the most good looking manager around?

Don't answer that. Seriously.

*****

Sometimes, I wish people could just learn the meaning of 'prioritise' instead of just knowing how to spell it out.


Sorry, I have a throbbing headache that refuses to go away and that is why I am grumpy. Plus, at the rate things are going, I think I'm to die of brain haemorrhage.

Did someone remove my temper from my brain? Because I want it back.

*****

You know every time you're out and you hear your favourite song played and all you want to do is just dance along to it without giving a care to the world?

I did it today =)

La-la-la...oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

I'll turn the lights out when you go to sleep.

I was up until 4 this morning...but I wasn't alone.

"Come let me keep you company. So that you won't fall asleep in front of Tomas"
"Enough about stalking people, come let me keep you sane"

And thank you for keeping me awake until 4 (except for YOU okay...you had to be up for dinner anyways).

*****

My headache is so awful that I kept hallucinating that I thought I saw someone I know talking to me. Well, at least I feel happy about it. It brought back old memories.

*****

You know when you're half-asleep...you tend to hear things louder than usual?

And that actually makes your head throb even more?


I hate headaches.


Xabi, stop being a pain and save my files!

*****

I hate the brother, I tell you.

He won an MP3 player in his company's Family Day last weekend and he doesn't want to give it to me.

HE DOESN'T NEED IT! He has a radio in his office (he had to get one after attempts to steal mine didn't fall through) and he has his car radio! And he doesn't go out much!

GRRRRR...........

*kicks*

When I save up enough money, I am going to drag the bugger with me to buy a brand spanking new MP3 player. Hmmph, see how you like that!

*****

Where do words go when they're spoken, why do some minds never open?

Celery boy and much more.

Before the match with the Scouser.
"Eh what if Bendtner plays AND scored for Arsenal when Stevie G scored for you?"
"I will boycott him forever"
-.-"

During the match.
"OMFG STEVEN SCORED!!! LOOK HOW HAPPY NANDO AND XABI ARE!!!"
"Wait and see...one of those underaged Gunners will score"

"WTF! Tomas, why are you so generous?"
"I guess it's a Libran trait to be generous, no?"
"I'm generous, like him"
*rolls eyes*
*slaps head*

"Crouchy is on!!!"
"Eh he tried to score!"
"Stupid Rafa, put Crouchy on-lah next time!"

"My brother said Tomas is fat"
"HAHAHAHA! What did you tell him after that?"
"I told him Voronin's fatter"
"I mean seriously-lah...Tomas is so adorable and he says he's fat"
"He's just jealous of Tomas"
-.-"

"Now I know why Arsenal got no luck...look who's there"
"Old man grumpy frumpy Fergie!"
"HAHAHA! He brings bad luck to Arsenal-lah"

"OMG HE SCORED!!! Fantasy points are up!"
"Bugger, nothing to talk about but that is it!"

"WTF"
"Eh your Nicky missed-lah...stupid fella"

"Eh what language is Carra speaking in?"
"Sounds German to me"
"How come you don't have Scouse accent like he does?"
"I'm cute"
*rolls eyes*
"Fabregas speaks good English-lah..."
"Attracted?"
"I shouldn't be"
"Haha!"

Mate has a new nickname for Fabregas. It's called "Celery Boy".

HAHAHA!

It was a good results for both sides.

Cheer up-lah...because:
01. You don't have to deal with stupid "Your club robbed my team of a win!" arguments.
02. They're still unbeaten.
03. Chelsea can still catch up with the leaders. I know both of them have a game in hand, but STILL!

Next weekend's going to be as bad as this. I am sure of it.

Poor Xabi. Since when did he become English?

*****

I'm happy. Very happy.

How happy, you ask?

Are the stars out tonight?
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright
'cause I only have eyes for you, dear
My love must be some kind of blind love
I don't see anybody but you
The moon may be high
But I can't see a thing in the sky
'cause I only have eyes for you.

I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
I only have eyes for you
My love must be some kind of blind love
I don't see anybody but you


That is how bloody happy I am today, love.

*****

I sent this text message to the Scouser this evening.
"Damn, Xabi's missing! My whole life is gone!"

The reply I got?
"Eh, for all you know he's hiding in Steven's house away from you"
"You idiot! I'm talking about my thumbdrive-lah!"
"Would you stop naming things as if they were your kids!"

You're jealous because I have my own Xabi.

*****

I love the weather.
Just the perfect setting to curl up in bed with Nicky and sleep, watching the blanket get tangled up in between my legs.

It's all good, love.

Feel love. Peace. Panic. These are YOUR four minutes.

Okay. Chelsea, WHAT THE FUCK WERE THE SIX GOALS FOR?

Was it to make me feel less guilty of being a glutton?


They scored six goals at the Bridge. That's something that doesn't happen very often.

And guess what, people?
I fucking missed the game! I decided to let the mother watch her team play!!!

I'm so mad at myself! I STILL HATE AVRAM GRANT!!!

But yay, to Drogba, Essien, Kalou, Joe, and Sheva!

And yes...the boys in Blue are back in business, y'all!

I'll be the one you're falling over, everytime you laugh.

I just love that line. It makes me mushy in the inside.


The pic is aptly titled 'Monyet Face'. Haha, yes, I know. I just love those earrings. I've never tried them out in public! I have this strange feeling someone's going to yank it off from my ear like that. Yes, I'm paranoid, sue me.

Anyways, nothing much to say, so I'm going to do this questionnaire nicked from Aimee (yes, you can OFFICIALLY run around naked in your taman AND paint your mother's nails). Not tagging anyone, but feel free to do it!


1. The phone rings, who do you want it to be?
The Scouser, discussing Mikel and Xabi Alonso and other random things. Mar, just to tell me that she's back home in KL.

2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
Of course I do! I even return the ones that people irresponsibly put away all over the place.

3. In a social setting, are you more a stalker or a listener?
Listener and stalker.

4. Do you take compliments well?
No. Apparently, I am modest and humble and godsent. I don't believe in any of the compliments I get. Very hard to tell who's being sincere.

5. Do you play Sudoku?
Yes. I do it all the time. During breaks, during lectures, during breakfast, during dinner, during lunch. I am a bloody Sudoku addict, and I'm better at it than my brother. I refuse to go out until my Sudoku puzzle is complete, worse still, I take it with me in the car and do it along the trip to wherever it is we're going.


*click to view larger pics*
Dungu of the universe. Cannot complete ONE 4-star Sudoku puzzle. Spot what's wrong with this puzzle and I'll give you a cookie.

BUT!


Can complete TWO 5-star Sudoku puzzle in 20 minutes. In the moving car. WTF.

6. If abandoned in the wilderness, would you survive?
I highly doubt it.

7. What song are you listening to?
Makin' Out - Mark Owen. Bloody hell, I love this song. Such a deep meaning to it.

8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?
No.

9. What's your favourite game as a kid?
Hopscotch.

10. Are you single?
Yes.

11. Could you date someone with different religious belief as you?
I can. I have.

12. Do you like to pursue or be pursued?
Tricky question. Both.

13. Use three words to describe yourself.
I can't cook. Hahaha!

14. Do any songs make you cry?
Closer to Me - 5ive. Yes, I know...this song is bloody old, but still, I have reasons of my own.

15. Are you continuing your education?
Yes, because I want to get out here.

16. Do you know how to shoot a gun?
No, would love to though.

17. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grab?
A pillow or maybe the handphone, in case I need to bunk in at someone's home, I have to call them up first.

18. How often do you read books?
Whenever I am not tied to assignments or exams.

19. What is your favourite children's book?
Holes by Louis Sachar.

20. Do you think more about the past, present or future?
Present and future.

21. What colour are your eyes?
Brown.

22. How tall are you?
Apparently, according to my father, I'm tall enough to smell an elephant's ass (it's a stupid joke).

23. Where is your dream house located?
On a lake.

Okay, not logical. The dream house would be located somewhere in the Golden Triangle, because of my shopping needs.

24. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?
Yes.

25. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?
Eh? Where's that?

26. Do you like mustard?
Yes.

27. Do you prefer to eat or sleep?
Sleep, because I lack it.


When I lack sleep, I tend to be narcissistic and take very candid shots of myself.

28. Do you look like your mom or dad?
When I was younger, people said I looked like my dad because of the skin colour.

Uncle was camwhoring! Hahaha!

Now, people say I look like my mother because...don't know.

I know, I flash my teeth more than necessary.

29. How long does it take you to shower?
30 minutes tops.

30. Can you do the splits?
No.

31. What movie do you wanna see right now?
Stardust.

32. What did you do for new year?
I think we watched fireworks, right after our usual dinner celebrations.

33. Do you own a camera phone?
Yes, though I only use it to take pictures of the brother and I eating with chopsticks.

34. Was your mom a cheerleader?
No-lah.

35. How many hours do you get at night?
Minimum 3, maximum 10 (this rarely happens).

36. Do you like Care Bears?
Only because my parents made me watch reruns to keep me quiet.

37. What do you buy at the movies?
Tickets. Popcorn.

38. Do you know how to play poker?
No.

39. Do you wear your seat belt?
Yes, I'm a law-abiding citizen, that's what I found out today.

40. What do you wear to sleep?
Clothes.

41. Anything big ever happen in your hometown?
Errmm...Russell Watson performed at the SentulWest or somewhere there. I don't know-lah.

42. How many meals do you eat a day?
3. I don't eat supper or have tea-time breaks.

43. Do you always read Friendster bulletin?
Sometimes, because half the time it's filled with "FORWARD THIS OR ANNIE WILL COME AND KILL YOU TONIGHT". WTF.

44. Do you like funny or serious people better?
Funny. Serious people make me scared as much as I'm afraid of soft-spoken people.

45. Ever been to LA?
Yes and I want to go back there and get my hair done again, and eat the best god-damn chapati and tandoori chicken there!

46. Did you eat a cookie today?
Yes, tonnes.

47. If I was the opposite gender, what would my party clothes be like?
NO CLOTHES!

48. At 10am this morning, I was...
trying on my new baju kurung.


A lot of people loved this baby. Thank uncle for picking this. Seriously.

49. At 10pm tonight, I will be...
either asleep or watching footie on the telly.

50. Who would be the next Malaysian Prime Minister?
Don't know-lah, don't think it'd be me anyway.

51. If my spouse told me to do without sex for a year, I would...
ask him WHY?!

52. If I was a piece of a car, I would be...
the radio.

No doubt about that.

53. If I was told one day that I would have to give up either
1) anything chocolate OR
2) ever seeing the beach again, for the rest of my life,
which one will I give up?
The beach.

54. Singapore is good for...
getting all the top acts to perform.

55. If I could say only 3 words before I die, what would they be?
Oh. My. God.

56. Who would I like to be left on a deserted island with?
HAHAHAHA! I have loads of names to put in. But no, I don't want people to think I'm insane.

57. Die by drowning or fire?
Neither. I'd like to die by falling of a tall building.

Okay, I'd like to drown then die.

58. What is the single thing you will buy with your last RM 9.95?
Milo refill. The father conveniently changed my morning Milo drinks with Ovaltine. Uncle says Ovaltine's healthy. Uncle ah, angkasawan is promoting Milo okay? Must mean it's good.

Uncle ah, listen to the angkasawan, can or not? Give me back my Milo! *wails*

59. If I opened a night club, what would I call it?
The Bottomless Pit.

60. Don't cheat: What's "bulbous"?
Shape of a bulb? Right?

61. I think my ass is...
not flattering.


So yes, I am bored, you've seen pics of the things I did today. Now, go think of what I can do to lose weight.

Of being possessed and being thankful.

I honestly think there's some supernatural force roaming around in my area. Today, my front karaoke lady neighbour was screaming at the top of her lungs in Malay. Heh, she usually does that in Chinese. I secretly think she is possessed.

But then again...when she talks to the cleaner lady, she speaks in Malay anyway.

Maybe she isn't possessed after all.

I am still afraid of falling asleep.

But some random person texted me this.

Hero, now that you are free
You have no need to fear
so go out and find your smile
Like a candle in the stream
May you float away
Like a feather on the breeze
May you blow away.

Heh, the one who would still call me 'sunshine thambi' despite my random bouts of paranoia.

And another person told me to think of some hotness before I go to bed, in hope they would keep me safe. This person even told me to think of the gayboy to calm my nerves. Honestly, he makes my frayed nerves get even more frayed than it already is. Hmmph.

I feel better now, but yeah, I'm still paranoid about actually sleeping at night.

*****

Yesterday, me and Xin Rou went to Ampang as part of our 20-hour voluntary placement assignment. We went swimming. I didn't expect to meet children suffering from Down Syndrome or autism. The one thing I noticed was that those kids were really happy to see us, they kept waving at us and saying 'hello' to us. I felt like a celebrity. Haha. I was quite worried I couldn't talk to them and that I wouldn't be able to handle them, given my limited amount of patience. But no, they were okay and they really liked us. One of them liked Xin Rou a lot, he kiss her head, not once, but THREE times. Hahaha! Just had to say that because I found that amusing.

Apparently, I didn't have proper swimming attire so I wasn't allowed in the big pool. My mother didn't wash my shorts-lah...she only washed them today! Well, it wasn't bad because I got to play with the other kids in the other pool. One of them actually had fun splashing water all over me, I splashed water back on her.

(no one is allowed to ask anything about the Tiago Mendes look-alike)

I had an opportunity to talk to one of the teachers, she told me that some of the kids are quite young, some of them were in their twenties. One of them had fits. At that point, I realised how lucky I am. They may seem not normal to us, but really, they're perfectly normal to me. Now I realise why Dr House said he was envious of that kid who had Asperger's. It's the truth.

After that, we changed into our normal clothes and headed back to the centre. Well, we had a bit of problem there. You see, one of the girls refused to leave the area. She just sat there, refusing to get up. It took about 5 of us, including 3 teachers to carry her. We even tried coaxing her to get up by buying her ice-cream, but she refused to budge. Our last resort was to drag her, which resulted in me having a cut on my finger. We had no alternative but to call some of the club workers to carry her. They carried her onto a trolley, because she was too heavy for us to carry. The van driver coaxed her to come up and meet her friend. She got up and walked and sat in front of the van's steps. Then she got up and we went back to the centre.

We didn't realise that the girl's mother was the principal of the centre. Now I see why she is committed to the cause. She told me before that "at the end of the day, they're also someone's child, so we love them as our own child". How true.

I have a great sense of respect for teachers who are teaching kids with disabilities. It takes a lot of patience and dedication to carry out their jobs. I have a higher sense of respect for mothers as well, especially the centre's principal. Motherhood is no easy task, especially if you learn that your child has a disability. It takes a whole load of tolerance, patience and love to care for your child.

Can't wait to go back there again. I promise I will upload some pics soon. They go swimming every Tuesdays and Thursdays. On Fridays, they go horse-riding! Oh My God, I wouldn't mind going for that! I've always wanted to ride a horse.

We cry, we learn,
We think about the things we're crying for,
We try, we burn,
And then we try and try again,
When the troubles come,
When we're not so strong
We need to breathe to carry on,
Still looking for pieces of heaven.


How perfectly true.

Random, random, random.

My Scouser is VERY depressed (she wants to hit Rafa Benitez with the Champs League trophy). I take you out for curry laksa, okay?

She has asked me to post pictures of this person who is the rugby equivalent of Freddie Ljungberg. I thought of giving her my top 15 rugby players instead. If you're STILL not satisfied, fine. You can even have his naked pics. Hmmph.

My top 15 is not entirely based on looks, more of talent and personality. Good looks are secondary to me (And yes, sorry if it's full of the English players but I so happen watch more England games than other games and it's MY list. Want a better one, come up with your own). I seem shallow, but you haven't seen what I'm capable of. I won't explain much, unless prompted to. Which, I hope, you wouldn't do so.

And this is also an attempt to convince someone why I like rugby players because apparently she thinks I am insane. Haha.

15. Bryan Habana.


14. Toby Flood.


13. George Gregan.


12. Ronan O'Gara.


11. Olly Barkley.


10. Lawrence Dallaglio.


09. Lionel Beauxis.


08. Jason Robinson.


07. Percy Montgomery.


06. Francois Steyn.


05. Luke McAlister.


04. Agustin Pichot.


03. Freddie Michalak.


02. Mathew Tait.


01. Jonny Wilkinson.


I hope you're happy for the sake of my limited sanity.

*****

To the Tiago Mendes look-alike I saw at the swimming pool today, you're seriously very good looking.

*****

Yes to Chelsea winning, no to Liverpool losing.

Bring on this weekend, love.

*****

I had one of the worst dreams the other day. I dreamt that I felt as though something was sitting on top of me and I couldn't move. I kept saying my prayers and asked it to leave me alone but it refused to go away and I kept screaming but no one could hear me and I couldn't hear myself either. It felt like forever, I felt like I was being choked and like I couldn't breathe!

Then I woke up and sat on the bed, not knowing what to do.

I freaked out, okay?

Imagine yourself being pinned to the bed by this thing you can't see, hear or touch?

I don't know if it was a dream or what, but it felt real.

Wait...I think it really happened. I just got up and sat there, very, very confused.

I'm still a little shaken to the point I'm beyond scared to sleep.

I can't stop this madness...

Some idiots with no life who complain about not having enough time have somehow managed to find time to Wiki certain people. Shut up.

Apparently, the current obsession likes Harry Potter movies and the LOTR trilogy. He likes the Arctic Monkeys and Coldplay. He's into chick lit. I am serious. His favourite place to visit is Thailand or Hogwarts. Hahaha. So cute.

Oh my God, he's doing biomedical science. Perfect.

I wouldn't mind having him as my tutor for Biopsych. I am not kidding.

Why does he live miles away? He probably has got a girlfriend, so who am I kidding?

Oh well, no harm in liking him from afar, I suppose.

I still want him as my tutor, though. I'm going to fail Biopsych. I never lie, okay.

*****

And since class ended early yesterday, I went to the supermarket to get my usual supply of yoghurts (I eat yoghurts for breakfast now). And I saw someone I sort of like and I was smiling the whole time I was in the supermarket. Stupid, yes. But...I was happy because I got to buy my yoghurts and I got to see him. It made my day.

*****

Quote of the Day:
"I say Freddie Ljungberg is a sexy underwear model, and looks hotter when he's bald"

Honestly, never underestimate a 61-year-old auntie who knows by heart who I fancy (okay, not by heart-lah, but she knows). Now she is thinking I have gone bonkers when I told her I want to go to Newcastle.

*****

The blue blanket's all tangled up in my legs. Little Nicky is serenading me as I sit here and type. The weather's inviting me to bed.

It's all falling into place, and I'm loving it.

We could rule the world, you and me.

**Note: This is in no way related to my life or anyone else that you and I may/may not know. It's merely my own observations from the last few months in the world of sports. It's just how I feel about certain things**

In life, you probably can never work alone. There will be at least one instance where you need to work with other people. Teamwork, they call it. Why is it important? Apparently, two or more heads are better than one. When you have goals that require more energy from more than just yourself, you need other people to help you. I got your back, you got my back, and that's all the back-up we need.

As time goes by, you realise these people you call as team-members can double up as your family. They share your ups and downs, catch you when you fall and take you for who you are, regardless how silly you can be at times. You can count on them on almost everything. You can tell them things you don't dare tell you own family. They are your family outside your own family.

But then, there are times when the harmony of this little family you create falls apart by other people who just dislike the idea of seeing a happy family because they never had a chance of experiencing it themselves. As a result of this, one of your own members leave, leaving a huge crack in the foundation that all of you have built. Painful, it is.

Of course, not all the times the disharmony is caused by outsiders. It can also be caused by people inside your own team. When things don't work out the way you plan them to be, in-fightings take place. You then have to deal with the person who uses situational factors to place the blame on why things didn't work out for all of you. They choose to blame others, instead of looking at the mirror and blaming the person staring straight back at them.

Worse still, when you are the team leader and you seem to be giving preference to one person that people perceive to be your ally, they begin telling how you practice favouritism and are biased and unfair towards others. You know this isn't true and as much as you deny it, the damage has been done. The unity of the family has been broken, just like that. By one of your own.

You try to mend broken bridges, but this spiteful creature spews out more lies and stories to create their own melodrama just to show how he is the victim in this matter. They begin competing with their own team-mates instead of members of the opposing team. There is no more unity, no more family, no more togetherness.

All that in-fighting eventually causes the other party to win. Despite the fact they were inconsistent and less reliability than your team, they had one thing that gave them the win: TEAM SPIRIT. They fought through things, yet, they accepted the blame together for whatever failures they encounter, not the usual finger-pointing game. They were united when it mattered most. You couldn't get your team to behave in the same manner, which led to your downfall.

The story here is to play together, work together, win together. This is togetherness and teamwork, kids.

To Fernando Alonso and Roman Abramovich, this is EXACTLY how I feel about the two of you. I am sorry, but this is the truth. I hate the two of you for ruining the family I grew to love.

*****

I forgot to say this but I think Mathew Tait's very, very attractive. More rugby hotties!

Yes, yes, I know. He's blonde, not thin, and too muscular, which makes him fall out of my ideal man's characteristics.

"What is wrong with you?! Your taste in men changes as often as you change your undies!"

Well, sometimes there are exceptions.

And it so happens Mathew Tait is one of those who come under those exceptions.




*not understanding why Jonny is ALWAYS next to him*

He's 21. He has nice hair. He has nice red shoes. He's got a great smile and a mighty fine set of teeth. And he's smart. Don't believe me, go check him out on Wikipedia. Yes, my life is governed by four websites: e-Learning, Blogspot, Facebook, Wikipedia. In that EXACT order.

Sigh...

You know what this means.

WE HAVE TO GO TO NEWCASTLE!!!


Okay, seriously. I need to lay off the caffeine, cocoa and sugar intake. It's making the brains go wonky.


Oh, one last pic for the person who understood why Roman Abramovich and Fernando Alonso are similar the moment I said it. It's true, you do know me like how a penguin knows fish =)


Prince Harry. Only the best for only you.

I'm Mr. Brightside.

In less than 24 hours, I've had my heart broken. TWICE. All from the things I'm passionate about.

Bleh. I'll write a longer post when I'm better.

Anyway...

CONGRATULATIONS TO KIMI RAIKKONEN!
**At least it's not Fernando Alonso, right? Plus, I still like Kimi despite the fact he left**
**Lewis will be back, I'm sure of that**

CONGRATULATIONS TO SOUTH AFRICA!
**It WAS a valid try. I don't know the referee made so many errors in the game**
**I love Wilko and Co., still**

I'll be back with a post later in the day. Toodles.

"Your daughter's so big!"

Heh, the paper yesterday wasn't so bad. Managed to finish within the given two hours. The 'makan-makan' was good, though I felt something was wrong with the food. The brother's right. I have a tendency to make comments about food people serve (people I know, I mean).

And then, I fell asleep and then I woke up to watch the repeat of the rugby match. Remember earlier I said I'd be supporting France? I changed my mind after seeing Agustin Pichot. Haha. The way he wears his socks reminds me of a certain someone.

The Pumas won! Yay!!!


Then...we went to Bukit Kiara Equestrian Club for a wedding. Wah...the food was really good. And I ate with chopsticks WITHOUT feeling/looking like an idiot. Got proof! I don't tell lies, remember? The brother and I took photos of ourselves eating with chopsticks. I took it because everyone knows I can't eat with chopsticks to save my own life. Hah, the next time you see me eat char koay teow, don't make fun of me!


There was a really cute waiter serving our table. Only thing is he looked underaged, therefore making him illegal for me. WHY???!!!


Oh...someone said I had nice hair.
"Like Tomas is it?"
"Close..."
You said it to keep me happy is it?


At one point, the groom came to our table to yam seng with us, my glass was empty. How to yam seng like that! The parents didn't let me drink. Sad, okay?


Then, we were provided with entertainment from the bride's nieces. They sang some Chinese songs and one song from High School Musical.

0.0

WTF. Weddings are no longer safe from High School Musical. It IS the epitome of evil, I tell you. EVIL!!!


When we shook hands with the couple, the father introduced me to the bride. The first thing she said was "Your daughter's so big!".

That's it. I'm going to go on a massive hunger strike. Hmmph.

(then again, she looks smaller than me...she's even smaller than the groom!)

STILL! I am going to go on a hunger strike! Nothing you say can change mind!

*****

I missed THREE games because of the wedding. So I relied on constant updates from the mate. I am going to treat you a sundae. Promise. You could've gotten a bowl of curry laksa, but you chose to update me about the rugby final.

Liverpool won 2-1.
Chelsea won 2-0.
Arsenal won 2-0. AND OMGWTF TOMAS SCORED! *dies* He looked adorable when he hugged Theo.

And then, Arjen died. Blame me for not charging him up. Darn it.

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Now I'm tired and I'm watching the final later. IMPORTANT. I don't care if I have to go out tomorrow or if I have to entertain people, I am going to watch the match. Hmmph.

When you need to breathe to carry on.

I texted the mate in the afternoon saying this:
"I. Want. To. Die. Now"

And she told me to think of girly questions and handcuffs.
Smart girl. Always one with uncanny ways to make me smile when I don't feel like it.


The oral defense today went well. But I got hit a lot. Yes, I am stupid when I talk. You've been warned.

And the father tells me "You told me you'd finish at 2, now it's 2:30".

WTF. I told him I'd be done earliest by 2PM, latest 2:30. If I did NOT tell him that, then he has a right to tell that

And it's an oral defense, where you are SUPPOSED to defend your work. The lecture and tutors are going to ask you questions after questions after questions untile they THINK they're satisfied. Of course that would take time!

Don't piss me off when I'm in my ultra-pissy mood, can?

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If I had known we were going to Seremban for that reason, I would have purposely stayed in college longer and I wouldn't mind a later slot for the oral defense.

WTF.

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The best company I had along the way was the random jokes I sent and received from the Scouser and the eejit.

And oh yes, our random sing-alongs! Hahaha! I love them both.


I saw a rainbow when we reached Bukit Jalil. It was so lovely, it made my heart skip a beat.


And yes, rugby. Hmm...will be supporting France but I doubt if I'll be watching the game.

The final match? Of course I'd watch it! Mad ah!


It doesn't take a lot to make me smile. It also doesn't take a lot to take it away from me.


Sorry for the negativity. I'm just tired, frustrated, annoyed and maybe depressed. Should be fine by Saturday or so. Or when I lose more weight.

Heaven ain't close in a place like this.

I have a strong chance of dying of extreme stress one of these days. A slow and less painful death.

Oh well, I've always dreamt of dying peacefully.

My feet hurt. My head's spinning. The monthly visit has come to screw up my judgment and all other things. I lack sleep and patience and tolerance. I have no time to watch the telly or reply messages in Friendster, MySpace or even Facebook. Okay...maybe not Facebook. You can't take my mouse away.

I haven't even go out and celebrate Eid like a normal person. Well, partly anyway...the mother has been ill since the day before Eid, so we couldn't go out anywhere.

The father planned to take us on a roadtrip to Seremban tomorrow, but then other things came up and therefore resulting in the father cancelling the trip. Bummer. Sigh...I'm so disappointed. Even when I broke it down to the father, he sounded really disappointed. I hate feeling guilty over this. I was so eager to finally get out of my own house instead of staying in there like a refugee for ONCE.Imagine making your own father disappointed-lah time and time again? For once you try to be nice and say "Okay, for you I will" one day, and the next day you go "Cannot go. Got project to do. My friend picked that day". WTFness in the highest order.

The next thing I'm going to say to him if ever he expects anything from me is "Don't ask. I live for today, not tomorrow or Sunday or Christmas". Rude, yes...but it's the truth. "I'm a bloody disappointment to everyone, so don't depend on me to say okay all the time and do it for you".

Ah well, there'll be more of these trips in the future. I can't be upset for things like this. But still I'm his little disappointment.

I haven't even bloody studied for my last mid-term paper this Saturday. I'm screwed, right. Tell me about it. And he thinks I'm all systems go. I've disappointed you yet again, father. Forgive me.


Hopefully, listening to The Killers would help ease the pain a bit.

Random note: The new pants I bought nearly fell to my feet just now. It was at my hipbone (above the thigh) just now and it was so uncomfortable to pull it up all the time. When I got home, some INTELLIGENT being yanked it down.

Bugger, I slap you, don't be sorry ah?

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Dear England,

Three words:

What.

The.

Fuck.

Very annoyed and in a horrible mood,
-me-


Heh, 2-1 down and that's when you decide to substitute players! Brilliant! Oh and next time, put Lampsy on for God's sake. If at all there's a next time, anyway. I don't bloody care if you think Stevie G or Gareth Barry made significant contribution to the last two games, just put him on. Not putting him on only justifies the boos and contradicts your statement of how talented and great he is for England. Even the father who hates his guts when he plays for Chelsea thought he should've started today! It's not easy to get him to say nice things about Lampsy like that honestly. He could've scored one too had you decided to put him on right from the start.

Oh, and thanks for making Jamie Carragher quit. I would've rather seen him play than Sol Campbell. Honestly.

AND FOR THE LOVE OF SHINY THINGS, PUT CROUCHY ON! Would it hurt you to put him on? He may seem to be quite unstable at times, but please. He has scored 12 strange goals (okay not all 12 are strange) in 21 games, so you could've at least let him play and try to score another strange goal!

I'm all for making Jose Mourinho the England manager. Who's with me?

Let the rain wash the pain away.

This morning, I was sleeping comfotably in my bed when suddenly the mother stormed in and said "Oi! It's 8AM, get out of bed!!!".

"Why in the world do I need to be out of bed so early?"
*10 seconds later*
"Oh crap, I have class at 9!"

It doesn't take rocket science to tell you I was late. It wasn't my fault fully, the father decided to take a longer time in the bathroom since he heard nothing from me. I'm that noisy in the morning ah?

Honestly. Why does the brother get to take more holidays? I'm so envious. All I got was a three-day break which wasn't even a break! Hmmph...!

And then somewhere around 2:45pm when we were about to leave the main block, it rained heavily. There was no chance in hell I was going to run to the bus in my new girly shoes! So we waited...thankfully the bus stopped at the entrance instead of its usual stop.

And the next stop was so far away from our block. We were thinking of skipping class but it was important. Walking in the rain seemed like our only option. We tried getting newspapers from the guard but...
"Do you have newspapers for us to cover our heads?"
"I want to read the paper. I can't give it to you"
"Then do you have old ones?"
"Old ones also I want to read"
*thinking of throwing WTF face*
"Wit let me read first"
*slowly puts on WTF face*
*gives us a page*
"For all five of you?"
"Yes"
*Of course, you idiot!*
"Oh I can only give one, no more than that"

WTF. We have no tolerance for stupid jokes, okay? Especially when it's raining and I'm having blisters on my pretty feet. I had plasters all over them!

We thought of hitching a ride, but it didn't work. We even saw our HOD drive off in his car! But he didn't see us anyway.

We decided to run in the rain. I ran barefooted because of the blisters on my feet. It was painful.

We were soaking wet and cold. It didn't help I didn't bring a sweater to class. Yes, I'm a dungu of the highest order.

And I walked barefooted around the lecture hall today. I can walk barefoot anywhere! Stupid girly shoes!


Right now, I think I'm going to have a fever. I have a minor flu now. And I forgot to buy yoghurt and highlighters (Thank God I didn't decide to buy yoghurt today! Imagine lugging around a big plastic bag while running in the rain! As for the highlighters, well, I ran out on my last four higlighters because I used them all for ONE textbook and they have died).


The rain is not washing away the pain, I'm telling you.

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Eeks. Bryan Habana is one scary fella. Amazing, I tell you.

Oh and that Argentinian captain, Agustin Pichot, speaks fluent English. I have to say I fell in love with him, I nearly died. He's pretty good looking too!

Damn it, he's married.

Hmmph.