I'm the Juggernaut, bitch.

I was NOT supposed to update. I probably won't tomorrow or the day after. Maybe even after that.

My left arm hurts. You know that BCG mark on the left arm? It's called a keloid, and frankly speaking...my keloid is very unflattering.

So today, the father, who had an appointment with the skin specialist decided to drag me along because of those horrible scars I had after the fever I had recently. He thinks a lady's greatest asset is her face and he thinks my self-esteem is getting lower because of the scars. Strange. I always thought it was the hair and self-esteem is fine, thanks very much.

So, the doctor gave me some cream for the scars to magically disappear.

Then, the keloid issue came up. The doctor took a look at it and coolly said "Oh we can flatten that".

Okay. I was FINE. Freaked out, Insecure. Neurotic. Emotional.

How?

"We'll spray liquid nitrogen on it and we'll inject it three to four times"

Okay, the spraying part sounded good. Injections? Not good. In fact, it was horrible.

But I went on with it anyway.

Before the doctor got to the injecting part, I managed to ask him.
"How long are the needles?"

I'm not afraid of injections, it's just the needles that freak me out.
"Oh they're the smallest needles"

Okay. But I still was FINE.

And then, the injection part came. I turn my face away as I always do when I feel my body being stabbed jabbed with a needle.

But then, the pain became worse with every injection.
"Ouch!!! Pain!!!" I screamed loudly. For the sake of hash browns, woman, you're twenty! Not four!

"Yeah, it does hurt a little"

Four times the keloid was stabbed jabbed.
"How long do I have to do this?"
"You have to do this every month"
"Monthly?" I whimpered.

He nodded.
"It's 3-4 jabs a month. It's usually for 4 to 6 months"

Fuck, I thought. This better work. I will cry if all this pain I went through went to waste.

Is it flattened yet? No. Don't expect an overnight, instant success, says the doctor.


It still hurts. I'm still fidgeting around like an ape, which isn't very nice.

If I come out yelling at you, I'm sorry. I have been jabbed.

You have been warned.

*****

I need ice cream. And a big fat hug.

*****

Random joke.

*father goes out to buy bread*
*Man United scores*
*father comes home*
"See, you went out and Man U are leading"
"What?"

*10 minutes later*
"Don't go out! They'll score if you do"
"Won't take long"
*not even 5 seconds later: stupid Ronaldo scores*
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO OUT!"
"Hello, if I leave the pliers there and people see it and rob our house, how?"
"Pfft! You could've waited til the match ended!"

Hah, see? He actually wanted ManUre to win.

Now, they're up against Arsenal in the 5th round.

Karma's a bitch.

Guess what, karma? I'm the Juggernaut.

As long as I got you now.

Amidst everything that went so well yesterday, my patience wore a little too thin to the point I cried.

But you.

You called to say "I love you".


And that was more than enough.


I'll be the light in the dark if you lose your way.

*****

So, for those of you who want to see pics from yesterday (hint: you get to see Miss Prospective Future!) go here.

The brother got engaged, for the uninitiated.

Photos mostly taken by me. Anything you'd like to know, don't hesitate to ask, okay?

Our stuff = blue. Hers = red.


I still have the big fat cake at home, be jealous. Hahaha. Our entourage were eyeing the cake...scheming with a plan on who will carry the cake home to KL. Haha, hilarious, I tell you.


And oh, not many pics of me because I was busy snapping photos.

My favourite pics? The Davidoff one and the 7 trays together in our house. Plus the 9 trays in her place.


Quite randomly: I love Curtis Stone. Hahaha.


And yay to Chelsea! I love Juliano Belletti more and more now.

Not as much as I love you.

Dead.

Hello Jose Mourinho,

Happy 45th Birthday. I miss you. Come home, will you?

Favourite quote for life:

For me, pressure is bird flu. I'm feeling a lot of pressure with the problem in Scotland. It's not fun and I'm more scared of it than football.

*****

We saw some cute kittens today.

"Can we keep them please?"
"I'll keep them and leave you here"
"Why should they get my room?"
"They cause less problems"
"You have to bathe them and clean up after them more than you have to do for me"
"Plus you have to feed them"
"Can we leave her here and take the kitty?"
-.-"

He wants to trade me for a kitten. WTF.

At least the mother wants to keep me because she loves me.

*****

I have to wear make-up later. Expect horrendous results.


I love that dress, but she says I should get something that plays down the boob size. WTF.

And I am bloody hungry. Bern, why in the name of Xabi Alonso did you show me that Cuppacakes site?!

Now I am sitting here, looking at all these lovely cupcakes. Cannot-lah like this. Surely I'll get fat and be grumpy when I put on weight.

So, NEVER EVER SHOW ME FOOD AT MIDNIGHT OR AFTER THAT. I'm supposed to be losing weight, so help with the cause okay and make sure I stick to it!


Hmmph. Evil people I call friends.

Without you, it ain't home.

Yes, I'm updating because someone told me so. What an influence you have on me.

I was at MySpace and I was reading this post Ryan Star blogged about Heath Ledger. It made me almost tear [Heh, I was watching Scary Movie 4 last night (I fear my brain cells have died quite rapidly last night, I blame the brother) and there was this Brokeback Mountain spoof in it and I shed a tear. Sad, okay? Heath was brilliant in that movie and he moved me to tears! I am human, okay].

Anyways, go watch this. Heath Ledger directed this video. Such talent.


And...we're going to watch The Dark Knight in July, provided I am not too tied up with other random things, okay?

Make every moment count.

I love you =)

I don't believe that when you die, your presence isn't felt.

I am dying for this week to end. I am so tired.


Hello, no one can look THIS happy, okay? If you can, something is wrong. Bern, you PhotoShopped my face ah?

I am updating because I know I won't have time to update for the next few days.

Taken when the mother sent the "bling bling" text message.


So yes, firstly...Happy Birthday, Arjen Robben! Yes, I care. Pfft.


Anyways, I was watching The F Word on the Asian Food Channel (I should be banned from watching that channel. I keep drooling at the food, it's not even pretty!).

And OHMYSHORTS! Gordon Ramsay. Is. Hot.

Sigh, any man in the kitchen is HOT. Except for maybe Jamie Oliver and Chef Wan. The former for being a little disgusting and the latter...well, I just don't like him.

Anyway, back to Gordon Ramsay being hot. He was trying to get women back into the kitchen. Some "need to be passionate about cooking", he said.

"Eh, Gordon Ramsay told you to love the kitchen. It's a sign!"

And now, I feel very tempted to step into the kitchen and cook. Or bake.

"Just because Gordon Ramsay says it now, you want to learn?!"

My answer is "YES".

But my friend Claudine wants to keep him, so I don't mind Curtis Stone. Hahaha, he's a hottie, okay!

Like I said, a man in the kitchen is uber sexy.

*****

And I found out that Heath Ledger died.

I loved him in Brokeback Mountain! And A Knight's Tale as well.

He was such a talented actor. It's so sad and tragic.

RIP.

*****

"Mate, how are you doing? Yesterday I bought MU sling bag thanks to Roo. Hehe I saw his poster in the store so I went in. Hehe, I'm coming back tomorrow"
"I'm good la...Eh I want to see your new sling bag! Can't wait for you to come home =)"
"Can't wait to come home too. I miss MSN"
"Haha. I wanna hear stories of Hong Kong when you come home. Got hot ang mohs or not? =p"
"I tell you you if you went with me, we both will be screaming, fainting and dying. Loads of hot ang mohs...=p"
"See, told you got lots of hot ang mohs right? I knew it. You want to keep them all for yourself. Hmmph. Whatever happened to sharing is caring? *pouts*"

See? Hmmph. I knew it.

*****

More pictures of random things to come. Shall have to wait til I am free, which is God knows when.

Love you all the same.

This could be it.

This is more proof that old folks should be banned from watching MTV and E! Entertainment.

The mother was supposed to collect her jewelleries today from the shop. I told her to bring me along with her when I didn't have classes, but no...she decided to leave me out of it because I have the most amazing persuasive power on the father when it comes to shiny pretty things. Hmmph.

And at about 1:30 PM today, she sent me this text message.
"My bling bling is ready but some aren't, so I'm taking them all on either Wednesday or Thursday"

*dies*

Bling bling. WTF.

I hereby declare that I shall ban her from watching any show with Ryan Seacrest in it. Or even Britney Spears. MCR and Ryan Star, however, will be allowed simply because they're good influences.

*****

Okay, there's a new housing project in Sentul called The Capers.

I personally think it's an odd choice to name the building The Capers.

Because according to Dictionary.com, the meanings of 'caper' include:

01. to leap or skip about in a sprightly manner; prance; frisk; gambol.
02. a playful leap or skip.
03. a prank or trick; harebrained escapade.
04. a frivolous, carefree episode or activity.
05. a criminal or illegal act, as a burglary or robbery.

See? Would you honestly want to live in a building which means an illegal act or a harebrained escapade? I wouldn't...but then again, it's me-lah. I'm so full of nonsense.

Maybe the people in YTL had a good reason to name it that, I don't know. I don't work there.

See, I was right when I told you we use capers in this sentence. "The Capers of Jonny and Toby". HAHAHAHA!


Excuse me-lah. I have a wonky tummy. And I haven't picked out an outfit for this weekend's roadtrip. The father has already issued a warning: By tomorrow you MUST pick an outfit. Pfft, why am I NOT a boy?

*****

Dear Jonny Wilkinson,

You may not step into a fast food outlet even to use the toilet (hence making me a horrible person).


You may also look like Arjen Robben, who has left a huge dent on my heart for leaving Chelsea, but thank you for staying in Newcastle. You have no idea how happy that makes me.

Very much jumping around like a lunatic,
-me-

P/S: My mother thinks you're cute.

*****

I should ban the mother from watching sports as well.

"Freddie's not wearing his lucky CK undies-lah today"

*dies again*

She knows, so turn the light on.

I love you. That is all.


And I hate pointy shoes. Ugly.

Money love, I never want to give you up.

I have weird dreams for the last three nights. The dream I had on Friday was the weirdest by far. It had a little Chinese kid and Aaron Kwok speaking in fluent Malay. And somehow, Fishy made a special appearance as well. WTF.


This is what happens when you NEVER listen to old folks when they tell you to wash your feet before you go to bed.

*****

I was talking to my eejit about how dissatisfied with whatever money we have. The more we have, the more we want. We STILL think it's NEVER enough.

And I have drawn a conclusion that I should NEVER be allowed to shop alone. I have a tendency to buy little things (namely earrings and hair clips) and wonder "Eh, where did that RM20 go?".

Which is why, every time I have a RM50 note, I am somewhat reluctant to spend it, because I know once I've spent it and there's some balance, I tend to spend the rest.

During the last shopping trip last month, I had RM365 on me ("Wah, one ringgit a day!") and I spent RM165. I gave RM150 to the mother to keep in the bank account, so now I have only RM50 with me, which I keep just in case of an emergency at home.

Everything seems to be going up, even the breads at that Rotiman bakery are going up as well. I might as well eat grass, but then the goats won't have anything left to eat.

Oh well, I can take pride that my favourite kuay teow stall still maintains their original price. The owner is from Sentul as well and the first question he asked me when I first went to his shop was "Are you from Sentul?" as though I had the words "Made in Sentul" nicely stamped on my forehead. Haha. Nice man.

Now the mother is trying to be funny with me too. I usually pay her to wrap my textbooks or story books. 50 cents per book. Now, she wants to increase it to RM1.
"I'm charging you RM1 per book now"
"What? You don't use petrol, oil, flour, eggs or even milk to wrap my books, so there's absolutely no excuse for you to increase the charges"

I met a dear old classmate of mine at a shopping mall last Friday, and she told me she was working there to pay for her education. A mother of another dear classmate of mine is selling food at a stall so that she can send her daughter off to Indonesia to study.

And the father told me how lucky I was in this aspect. I cried myself to sleep with his words ringing in my ears.

While other people are either busy working to earn money for them to waste money on things they think they need when they actually don't (like that expensive bag or dress), there are people earning money so that they can get on a plane and read up on whatever anatomy book they have to study about.

Money love, I never want to give you up.

*****

Anyone willing to bet with me that this weekend will be the day the hormones will be unbalanced?

*****

Oh yes, I want to marry Juliano Belletti. I don't care if he's Brazilian.


And randomly:
"EH OMG DANNY CIPRIANI'S ON THE TELLY! I HAVE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN!"

-.-" Drama queen. Pfft.


Currently listening to:
Maahi Ve - Kal Ho Naa Ho soundtrack.

I love this song, I tell you.

Take off, you're a radical.

You know you have to be worried when your mother starts singing Beyonce's Irreplaceable while hanging the clothes on the balcony outside YOUR room while you are asleep.
"To the left, to the left...to the left, to the left"

You also know you have to be worried when they watch more E! Entertainment than you do to the point they can tell you "Eh Britney wants to get married to that guy!".

*while watching Blake's Break Anotha' video on TV*
"Eh why his video so colourful one! Not nice!"
"Oh in the video this guy got lots of girlfriends!"

And she asked me why I hardly play Rehab (both Amy Winehouse and Paolo Nutini's versions) anymore.


I should ban her from watching E! Entertainment. It corrupts old people.

*****

I randomly sent a text message to mate.
"Hey mate. Just hope you have a safe flight later. Hope you have lots of fun and don't forget my hot ang mohs! Hehehe!"

At 5:30 this morning, this was the reply.
"Thanks. Errm mate, I'm going to HK, not UK. Don't think I'll see any ang mohs =p P/S: Spam my inbox. Hehe"

Hmmph. Keep all the handsome ang mohs to yourself, why don't you?!

*pouts like a 5-year-old*

*****

I wasn't supposed to update today.

But, upon seeing something very funny and hilarious...I had to share this.

cesc is my twin born a month earlier says:
dei.
you know you're good for something says:
WTF I KNOW ABOUT YOUR DISPLAY NAME!
cesc is my twin born a month earlier says:
shut up. that's not the point of the issue at hand.
you know you're good for something says:
what's up?
cesc is my twin born a month earlier says:
go see this.
you know you're good for something says:
WTF. WTF. WTF.
you know you're good for something says:
i think i fell in love with carra.
you know you're good for something says:
*dies*
cesc is my twin born a month earlier says:
HAHAHAHAHA!

Why is Crouchy ALWAYS dressed as an animal?!
I mean, look! I have proof!


First, he goes as a parrot.


Then, he goes as a penguin.

WTF. TOO MUCH HAPPY FEET, IS IT?!

On a funnier note, I have fallen in love with Jamie Carragher. Hahaha!


For more silly pics, go HERE.


P/S: If it makes you feel any better, my club's as stupid as yours. None of your players wore bloody fishnets, okay. So don't be upset.

I'll be your last train home.

Everyone's going somewhere.

The Rooney/Ronaldo lover is off to Hong Kong.
The Russian spy-friend is going to Egypt.
My froggy friend is off to Bali. TO STUDY MEDICINE.

WTF. Bali, okay.

Everyone's going somewhere.

I'm not even sure if I'm leaving. I'm not even sure where I'm going yet.

Sad, but true. Life is like that-lah, I guess.

And if you wait for me, I'll be the light in the dark when you lose your way,
And if you wait for me, I'll be your voice when you don't know what to say,
I'll be your shelter, I'll be your faith,
I'll be forever, wait for me,
I'll be your last train...I'll be the last train home.

-Last Train Home, Ryan Star-

Yes, I love this song. Just downloaded it. Go bloody download it, okay. It's from the PS. I Love You soundtrack, which has Paolo Nutini's Rewind in it as well (it's a brilliant song). I told you I was right!

It's good to know that you left me with a good sense of love and music. Just come home soon, okay? I miss you.

Hello, doctor? Someone killed my emotions.

One simple text message sent to three different people elicited different answers.

"I wonder when MT becomes a doctor, he'd know how to cure a sad and broken heart"

One asked why I was asking such a question, to which I explained the situation I was in and she told me to listen to music and read silly things.
One more said "I'm sure he'd say go watch Harry Potter and chick flicks". You remembered!
The last person I asked said that he would ask me to take some Happyzacs along with a box of chocolates. Meh, if I die of overdose, then how?

You have NO idea how much better I feel after reading your text messages. I love you all lots.

*****

I need to make myself happy. I just took some Happyzacs and chocolates from the UK (ship me there already!) so here's a photo tag stolen from Aimee (eh there's a shirt in Central Market with the words "Yes to walking around naked"...saw it in the papers and thought of you, though it's not running-lah).

1. The most recent picture of you. Where was it taken, when was it taken and who took it? How was your mood?

It was taken in my room and by the annoying Scouser. I was happy, it was the New Year!

2. A picture of you with a friend. Who is this friend? How did you meet him/her? How long have you known him/her?:

This is Sylvien, also known as mate. I met her in college and turns out she is a football addict (she's got pretty good taste in music too), she is also slowly trying to convert me into liking/worshipping the gayboy, tolerates my insanity towards certain things. I have known her for three years.

3. A picture of you with your spouse/partner. How long have you known each other/been married/been going out?
Sad but true, spouse/partner does not exist.

4. A family picture:

Yeah, I'm short. But I'm photogenic. I like my hair in this pic.

5. A picture of you making a peace sign:

Those were my fingers, so it counts!

6. A picture of you making a yo dawg sign:

Shamefully true. I have one. *dies*

7. A picture of you in your Halloween costume:

HAHAHAHA! No. That's not me. But I'd like to go in that costume, though.

OR


Can I go as him? He's adorable.

8. A picture of you on holiday. Where was it?

This place is called the temple in the Sacred Monkey Forest, located in Bali. Yes, after I get married I want to move there. I am not kidding. MY heaven on Earth.

9. A picture of you in your workplace/school:

Spot me-lah. I look like an innocent little girl.

10. A picture of you in a weird or random place. Where is this place? Who took this picture?

Behind AE-1. Not sure who took this picture.


This was at the zoo. Why do I look so depressed here anyway? Taken by Yas.

11. A picture of you on stage:

That was a great night =)

12. A picture of you playing sport:


13. A picture of you with a celebrity:

Hi Ryan.

Okay-lah, fine. I'm not with him. Pfft. So hard to please some people.


I liked that hairdo. 06-10-2005. The 18th.

14. A picture of you drunk:

Eh, I had a sugar AND caffeine rush, okay. Plus, I'm almost always looking drunk in pics.

15. A picture of you looking mad. Why were you mad?

This is angry-mad. Haha. I don't know why. Have to ask Kristie about this.


This is insane-mad. Random picture. I was mad because the nutcase was telling me jokes about our doctor and decided to fool around with my Julez.

16. A picture of you looking sad. Why were you sad?

Because I couldn't buy J.Co Donuts and I had fishes eating my legs. Wouldn't you feel sad too?

17. A picture of you looking WEIRD. Why were you looking weird?

I don't know. I was laughing at the fact my doctor is so cute. Plus it is also weird when you have a very, very, very happy face like this. It's not normal.

18. A picture of you wearing something strange:
Don't have any.

19. A picture of you wearing formal:

For our Psychology Research Colloquium. Enough with the legs!

20. A picture of you wearing a swimsuit:

Shut up.

21. A picture of you wearing PJs:

Don't ask. This is my sleeping attire.

22. A picture of you with an animal:

I'm promoting the zoo. Can make postcard!

23. A picture of you eating or with food:

I can eat with chopsticks! I feel like eating char kuey teow now.

24. A picture of you in black and white:

Taken by "P/S: Stevie G is the man, yo!".

Tagging: Anyone else who is vain and slightly jobless or bored.

The joker's always smiling at every hand that's dealt.

Okay-lah, I am still alive. Call off the search party.

So where have I been? Bangsar. Yes, I shall make it my third home.

I am beginning to feel very afraid because I am being somewhat domesticated of late.

I've been waking up at 8 in the morning and sleeping at 12 sharp.
Oh guess what? I've been mopping floors, vacuuming, sweeping rooms, folding clothes, cleaning cupboards, arranging desks, decorating things, washing clothes and making juices.

Next thing you know, I'll be in the kitchen; either baking cookies or cakes or cooking!

insaniqueen says:
dei, what are you up to?
i fell in love with le sulk says:
i'm eating and talking to you two
*after three minutes*
95% of my language problems are the fault of that stupid little midget says:
sorry, was cleaning my cupboard and sweeping the floor
insaniqueen says:
OMG!
insaniqueen says:
aliens kidnapped bitchy!
i fell in love with le sulk says:
WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY FRIEND?!
insaniqueen says:
you can take our money but not our friend!
i fell in love with le sulk says:
our bitchy NEVER does housework!
95% of my language problems are the fault of that stupid little midget says:
-.-"
95% of my language problems are the fault of that stupid little midget says:
wait...i can keep your money?
95% of my language problems are the fault of that stupid little midget says:
okay, here. keep her. now where's my money?

Hey, I help around whenever I can, okay? Not like I don't do house work AT ALL. Hmmph.

*****

Random quotes of the week:

*sees JT in the stands*
"Eh Bendtner does look like Terry-lah"
"SEE! I was right!"

*sees Heroes season 2 ad on TV*
"Yay, Heroes is starting next week!"
"Yay, American Idol is starting on Wednesday!"

Damn random people I live with.


I'll be hiding for now. See you.

Something beautiful will come your way.

I am still sick. I am taking my medications as ordered by my doctor.

But the thing is, the medications are leaving some splotchy marks on my skin. I've been trying to stop picking at them, but to no avail. They itch like you cannot imagine. I have red marks on my face now, and my skin is peeling. I'm molting!

Bloody medications aren't curing me, they're making spots!


It was going to be a bad weekend with my being sick and splotchy-faced buried in random stats problems and notes.

BUT...

Thank God for the wonder that is Juliano Belletti and THAT goal for making my weekend less miserable.

Yes, I want to marry him. He seems sane. Haha.
Not the first time he's done this. I definitely want to see more. And marry him.


On a very, very, very random note...my keeper is as stupid as your keeper. You're the only one who gets this joke, so yeah...that's for you.

I'll take everything.

Do you know how horrible it is to watch the Asian Food Channel when you're confined to the walls of the house eating nothing but porridge, Jacob's cream crackers and toasted bread?

VERY.

"Bitchy! Guess what I'm eating now?"
"Don't know"
"Prosperity Burger...yum!"
You sadist, I swear someone is going to get sneezed on.

It is no fun being tormented this way. All I see is chocolates, cakes and chicken curry...all of which I can see but not taste.


I've realised that losing half a earring is not as bad as losing a calculator. Not joking.


I had a good conversation with the father on Monday. I can honestly say I am lucky, blessed and hopefully this can be one step backward, two steps forward; instead of vice versa.


Upon finding out that some of my friends are leaving to the States or Australia, the father thought it would be convenient to send me there as well.

While I am excited, I am also not keen. Very catch-22, no? We'll see.


Thank YOU for these. You sure know how to keep me sane when I'm sick.

Awww...group huddle! How lovely.


Danny Cipriani says 'Hello'. Bloody poser So pretty. Hahaha!


Dropkick! OhMyGod the last time I saw this from Jonny Wilkinson was last year during the World Cup!


Damn it, ASTRO! Why didn't you show the match?! *growls*


No words speak louder than THANK YOU for this pic, you crazy parody queen.


I'm off copying notes and replying mails now. Toodles.


Currently listening to:
Je Realise - Sinik featuring James Blunt.

Forever is just a minute to me.

One word: AWESOME.

We've graduated with a Phd. in STUPIDITY.

Not even 10 days into the new year and I'm dying.

Okay-lah, I'm not dying. I'm sick, hence making me feel like I am dying. My hands and feet are horribly cold whereas the rest of the body is hot. No fun going to bed with KoolFever plastered to your head, you know. Icky.

I'm beginning to feel like karma is a Liverpool fan. Go on, laugh at me.

Now, this is another excuse for my temporary hiatus. Yes, I mean it. I'm hibernating, recuperating, dying studying.

Oh, did I mention I have a test for Advanced Quantitative Methods next Tuesday based on the different statistical tests I learnt in January 2007 in Quantitative Methods? Yeah. I only remember how to do a chi-square test. Correlations, ANOVAs, t-tests...have somewhat left my mind for a bit.

And no one likes to do calculations when they are down with a flu bug made worse by a karaoke-loving neighbour who sings out of tune at the top of her lungs. NO ONE.

If you have ways to cheer me up (including Danny Cipriani and Mathew Tait or even stupid pictures Mr. Steven Gerrard), leave them in my e-mail inbox or randomly send me text messages, no matter how delirious they may sound. I will reply because I care (also due to the fact I need some form of entertainment).

*runs off and does Sudoku puzzles in bed*

P/S: I'm doing more Sudoku puzzles than before because I aim to join tournaments soon. You know, just for the fun of it. Don't look at me like that. I am serious. I want to join competitions soon. It has nothing to do with the article published last Sunday. It's just something I planned (you can call it a resolution, in a way). Be a little more encouraging, please?

Thank you.

Parodies and paranoia.

This is what happens when you have two people who are equally jobless and bored on a Saturday night.

insanity is my fourth name says:
as the joint president of the bodo society, i would like to bring forth our first project.
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
-.-'
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
dei, bodo ONLY consists of me and you, what do you mean joint president?
insanity is my fourth name says:
that is not the point of the issue at hand. want to know what my brilliant plan is?
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
as long as it doesn't involve anything pink.
insanity is my fourth name says:
let's make a parody of 'piece of me'!
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
PARODY! WHAT IN THE NAME OF DAVID BECKHAM POSSESSED YOU?!
insanity is my fourth name says:
we can make fun of liverpool! with pics!
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
how?
i'm mrs parody queen says:
change the words and link the pics...and voila! parody! for the paedo especially!
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
i'm beginning to love your plan. when do we start?

So we got to work and this is what we came up with. This is meant to poke fun of the paedo (who is stealing Danny Cipriani away from me) for being terribly mean to us (like hiding our food). If you are offended, please tell me, don't send hate mail. We only did it because we got bored. Done in the midst of doing Sudoku puzzles and contemplating more nonsense. Pictures mostly googled or donated from the mate and the eejit.

**click on the underlined words to see the pics**

I'm Mr Premiership Dreams since I was 21
Don't matter if I back pass to Henry
Or sneak away to the Carribean
They're still gonna take pictures of my derriere in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me...

I'm Mr bad media karma
Another day another drama
Guess I can't see the harm
In working and having a tee-off
And with a club in one hand
I can still clobber John Arne Riise
And you want a piece of me

I'm Mr. Lifestyles of the Merseysiders
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Oh my God that Stevie's Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. "Extra! Extra! Where's his curlers?"
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. he's too big while he's too thin
(You want a piece of me)

I'm Mr. 'hot penalty saver'
Tryin' and blockin' shots off
Well get in line with that Arjen Robben
Who's got me sent off
Hopin' I'll resort to some havoc
And end up settlin' his bills
Now are you sure you want a piece of me? (you want a piece of me)

I'm Mr. 'Most likely to get more tattooes than that Fernando Torres'
When getting the groceries, no, for real..
Are you kidding me?
No wonder there's panic in this industry
I mean please...
Do you want a piece of me?

I'm Mr. Lifestyles of the famous Scousers
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Oh my God that Xabi's bleeding
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Extra! Extra! More Own Goals!
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. he's too tall and he's too short
(You want a piece of me)

I'm Mr. Premiership Dreams since I was 44
Don't matter if I step on the Yanks
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They're still gonna take pictures of my goatee in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me...
You want a piece of me?

I'm Mr. Lifestyles of the Merseysiders
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Oh my God that Stevie's Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. "Extra! Extra! Where's his curlers?"
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. he's too big while he's too thin
(You want a piece of me)

I'm Mr. Lifestyles of the famous Scousers
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Oh my God that Xabi's bleeding
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Extra! Extra! More Own Goals!
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. he's too tall and he's too short
(You want a piece of me)


As far as I am concerned, I am going to hell for this and other nonsense I've done.

Will be hibernating again. Unless, someone pokes me to update.