They'll send you roses when they think you need to smile.

I have no mood to smile.

I want to burn something.


I HAVE LOST MY PENCIL BOX.


Let me be the whiny bitch for today okay? I paid for the stuff in my pencilbox with my allowance. Plus I just bought three pens and a new mechanical pencil just last week. So to lose the pencilbox and its content is like losing money.

I don't remember taking out my pencilbox AT ALL this week. I haven't gone out anywhere else but college, Brickfields and home. How can it go missing?

I want my pencilbox back...it's not pretty at all! It's blue, has a blue butterfly and blue cheongsam keyrings attached to the zip. Basically, it's all blue.

If you find it, do the right thing.


Now, I shall go and eat and mope.

And then I will study.

You may say I'm a dreamer

I am 50-50 about leaving.

Sure. Go on and say "Oh yeah, she cannot live without her parents...she needs them because she's so dependent".

Fuck you.

I remember in school how people would say that in my face. At one point, I got so fed up with all the taunts I threw a book across the room, and the teacher heard nothing of the commotion while people stared at me as though some demon possessed me. Yes, I was a very violent child.

Yeah, I know, I am better than that so why did I let that get to me?

Because at that time it was true. I remembered this one trip I wanted to go because it fell on my 16th birthday...but the father firmly said no and I was condemned to spend my birthday alone. And from what I heard, my friends were stalked by this pervert outside the hotel, for once I was thankful for his rational judgement. He was my superego.

Things are different now. You live, you learn.

I am trying to leave for so many reasons.
I don't want to leave for a few reasons.

After all the bad things that have happened for the last few years, I need this break. Just go away and just learn.

I need to talk to someone, and this person is my last chance saloon of getting the approval to leave.

If I play the cards right, things will work to my advantage.

But if it doesn't work out, life still goes on.
"Think about it, your life goes on. Dudu's career is uncertain. His career = his life. Therefore life is almost over for him. You should be lucky you have yours"

I hate feeling good over someone else's misfortunes. Sadistic, really.


But I need the break. Desperately.



And oh, David Cook, marry me.

Scream at the top of your lungs.

Hi. Don't read too much into this, especially if you're not very close to me or you think you know me very well.

Everyone in this world who breaks their promises to me should be marooned off onto a deserted island along with smokers and mat rempits.

Because if you can't keep your bloody fucking promises, don't bother making them.


Thanks and have a nice day!

Steady feet don't fail me now.

The father made walk up and down the stairs to get him insect repellants to get rid of a flying lizard. In the end, he ended up killing the plants, made the ozone layers thinner than they already are, and an undead lizard running around outside our porch.

Uncle ah, I tell Al Gore that you're the cause of global warming, want or not? Stop spraying the damn lizard! Air pollution index's going up!

Random conversation:
"Go take the Ridsect, there's a flying lizard in the plants"
*after few attempts of spraying*
"I don't know where the bugger went!"
"Maybe the lizard's not there..."
"This is a big lizard! And it flies!"

Wah...as though I don't already know a flying lizard flies!
*shakes head*

Then he resorted to poking the lizard with a stick...but he resumed spraying Baygon AND Ridsect.

In the end, the lizard ran away because the father sprayed water on it. People ALWAYS listen to my advice last.
"It's already immune to the sprays, it doesn't work. Just spray water on it-lah!"


Excuse my rants, I'm a little tired mentally.


"Quad tak jadi =( "
"Told you so"
"My girlfriend's gloating...it's annoying"
"Hahaha, let her gloat-lah. I'm happy Robbie's happy"
"So you're not upset? You don't need my comforting and warm words?"
"Who says I'm depressed?"

I hate that I love you, Robbie Keane. Your blue eyes slay me as they always have been doing for the last 6 years.


Oh well, if Stel's happy, then so am I. Because we love bashing you.


Off to bathe, eat and study. I have another paper on Saturday...*wails*

Die another day.

Yesterday was a mix of all sorts.

I was happy because I felt that I was better prepared for the midterms than my last exams. I thank Duffy for not dying on me while I was up making short notes and being depressed over the eating disorder chapter. Duffy is my radio =p


I was a little annoyed because this jackass kicked my knee and didn't even bother to say sorry. "Ouch, that didn't hurt!". Yeah, to him it was no big deal. But hey, I have a bruised knee since 2006, why should I complain yeah?


I was feeling a little pain when I went for my massage yesterday. The foot massage was fine. Then came the body massage. We get to choose between 2 treatments. One is the cupping treatment (bekam/ba guan), the other is the gua sha treatment (it's like they take this comb and scratch your back).

We opted for the former, since we did the latter already. And now I have nice little cupping marks not only on my back, but on my ass. Bloody nice round marks.

The next time we go, I think I'd rather have my back scratched. And a masseur who speaks English.


And oh my God, Eduardo's injury made me cry. You could see the bone sticking out his socks!
*shudders*

Hope he recovers soon. I am not an Arsenal fan, but I am human okay.

Yay Nando for scoring a hattrick, but I'm going get a pair of scissors and snip his hair off while he's asleep.

Duffy and William Gallas, come home...


Oh yeah, England beat France! I watched the second half only. Yes, I still can't wake up that early. But yes, eye-candy at 4 am and a convincing win compared to the last few matches = happy me. Not 5 out of 5, but still. FTW = the awesome.


Now I am confused. See, I want to transfer to the UK. The father says okay, but provided I've got someone else going with me. The mother is a bit avoidant of this topic and tells me to WAIT. I have been waiting for a new PC and it's still coming, by the way.

I mean, which is worse, going now with friends OR going alone during the Masters?

And the worst thing is that if I do get to go, I will be off in September. The wedding's in August.

"I can't be planning for his wedding then for you right?"
I knew this was coming.

Aiyoh. Help me-lah. Go persuade my mother to send me away.

If I stay here, I will be depressed for so many reasons I don't want to be. If I leave, it won't be so bad. A weight would be lifted off my shoulders.


Bah. Life. Always works wonders with you, si?

I'm a house of cards in a hurricane.

Okay, I have taken time off to update. What's to update when no one comments? =(

Anyway, I want a tattoo. But I can't. Because I hate needles. And also it's against my religion. Haha.

You've seen the 'life and love' tattoo I wanted.

Now see this one.

It's Welsh for 'music' (not sure, but I think it is that). It's cool, but I don't want it that big...because I will cry seeing the needle.

And yes, that's Toby Rand. Hehehe, this was an excuse to update and post his pic. I'm so predictable, right?

Wah, his eyes are so blue...*faints*

I have been OD-ing on him and Ryan Star for the last few days til 3AM. I heard CLOCKS! Just thought I'd let you know. I still can't look at a piano the same way again.

*daydreams of the piano*

You started it!


Okay, enough of that. Tomorrow after my exams, I shall be quite happy because...
01. I will be going for a long overdue body and foot massage. Blame my mother and her "WE NEED TO FINISH THE PROMOTIONS BY THE END OF THIS MONTH!!!" rants!
02. I can buy yoghurts after that. Very upset my stock at home is depleted. No wonder I am getting fat.
03. I can watch rugby peacefully. Everytime I am watching an England match, there's my brother insisting we watch Liverpool win/lose or draw. It's better for him to sleep than watch the match and disrupt my rugby-watching time.


Haha. What a coincidence. Another excuse and another Toby! Hahaha!

5 out of 5 maybe?


Oh well I'm done. ARE YOU HAPPY I UPDATED? I'm bored studying here and you tell me you're bored because you have no entertainment because I never updated.

Go watch TV or something. I'm no entertainer.

Hmmph.

Toodles. Will update (properly) soon.

I'm going deeper underground.

Hello. I have been at peace with my textbooks, I haven't eloped and moved to Thailand or something.

I have a photo to support that claim.

Nah, peaceful okay. Shut up. We're going to Bali and stalk the hot surfer dudes and steal the HRC pants. And chase evil monkeys away, OD on watermelon juice for life.


I've been okay, sorry for the earlier outbursts. You should know by now that I can be quite emotionally unstable. So, thanks for bearing with me.

Argh, we got Barnsley in the next round of the FA Cup! Don't worry Liverpool, we'll kick their bums. As long as we're not wearing the fluorescent away kit of doom.


The mother saw the naked pic of Freddie Michalak and Clement Poitrenaud on my MSN display pic.
"Who are those people? Why are you so 'gatal'? Change it!"

And she refers 'chicken nuggets' to as 'chicken balls'.

0_0
*faints*

"Now we know where you get the hamsap-ness from"

Shut up, boy. Thank you for the guitar sessions last night though =)


And...you two have no say in what I do while I study. Or rather what I have while I study.



Random rant: If you are going to cause me headaches, why don't you just feed me to the piranhas?! If you don't like me, say so. Don't try and kill me.

*breathes deeply*

You KNOW what this means.

See you in a few days. I'm on a schedule and I'm sticking to it!

Take me away from here.

I desperately need to leave.

You can actually feel the tension within a 10-feet radius.

There's basically no one to talk to anymore.


Which is why I have this thing to vent my anger. So let me pour it out and don't tell people okay?


I was a wreck the last few days. I yelled at her, told her to leave me alone and let me shrivel up and die. I refused to eat. I sobbed like as though some rabid dog bit me. I was a fucking train wreck. Hysterical to the point you had to use tranquilisers to keep me down.

Sleep peacefully now, my child...
I hope that you go away
to a place where your dreams can play.


Thankfully, I have them.


Thank YOU, for listening.
Thank YOU, for convincing me that I'm not worth looking like old man frumpy grumpy Fergie.
Thank YOU, for just being "Hello, I'm sure future doctor will find the cure of a broken heart and for that he will win the Nobel Prize".
Thank YOU, for being the last train home.

I love cuddles, by the way =p

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Okay, someone needs to show me a dose of rugby stuff because I feel my headache's back.

And my PC and YouTube have conspired to be cows by refusing to let me watch my rugby.

Don't make me burn you ah?


Come on Newcastle!

P/S: I love you for this morning's random joke. I got you.

100 percent reason to remember the name.

First off...oh Liverpool and Arsenal. WHY?

=(

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I didn't watch the Chelsea match because the Liverpool fan decided to watch his team's game, to which he cursed throughout the 93 minutes.

"There, the insults are coming"
"What did your friend say?"
"What's left for Liverpool? Second division also got no hope"
"Never mind. You guys still have the Champions League"

Who said I'm mean ah? I care about Liverpool and their fans.

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Watched the highlights of last night's matches.

And yes, I know.

A hundred percent to remember the name. Super Frank!

101, baby!


Finally, goal numbers 100 and 101 came. All those 6 weeks of resting he did REALLY paid off.

Chelsea 3 Huddersfield 1.
And I missed the game because someone didn't let me. Thank God for MatchCast and text messages.

The mother and I spotted this random fellow sitting in front of Roman Abramovich (or so I think) while watching the highlights. It was after the second goal and they showed his face.
"OMG THE FELLOW'S SO HANDSOME! WHO IS HE?"

Hahaha. He was really handsome. I told her I'm going to stalk him.

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I had an awful headache last night...but it mysteriously disappeared while I was watching the repeat of the RBS 6 Nations match between England and Italy.

Hmm...I say it's got something to do with Toby Flood and Mathew Tait. And Jonny Wilkinson.

Hahahaha.

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Personal rant.

"I feel sorry for her, this always happens when she has exams coming up"
Instead of pitying me, do something. I am not one to be pitied on. I hate you and everyone else.
Just leave me alone. Don't feel sorry or sympathise for me, it makes me feel like a pathetic loser.

Don't even empathise, I hate you. In fact, I'd rather be somewhere else than be here, talking to you, putting up a grand show and walk around like nothing happened.

If you say you love me, let me go. Just once, I want to be away from all this shit.

Let me go.

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"Quad possible?"
"I'll go for three trophies"
"WHY!"
"I am not greedy like you"

Personal motto: Aim low and you'll get high.

Headaches be gone!

Okay, firstly. I got a monkey on my back, laughing at the fact I have KoolFever plastered on my forehead.

*sticks tongue out*


Next up, HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY MY MICHAEL OWEN FAN! *throws confetti*

I love you so much, and I hope your wish comes true, for the sake of our limited sanity.

Love you lots, you "Alex Yoong boleh, Malaysia boleh" person.

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My mother spends too much time watching TV.
"Eh, that Jessica Alba's gorgeous"

Few years ago, she doesn't even know who she was. ASTRO is corrupting her.

Anyways, a few minutes ago, she was randomly flipping channels. She stopped at Ria, and said "Eh, is this HELP? It is HELP!"

So out of curiosity I went to see this teledrama.
"It IS HELP!"
"How come you weren't there to kaypoh? At least can get money!"
-.-"

And one of my lecturers was acting in it, along with Hannah Tan.
"Eh this your lecturer kan? I met him!"

Shall update in a bit. I'm watching it.

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Back. Hannah Tan's character died in the end in the main block. Some random person ran her over out of anger.

Stupid boyfriend. "I'll wait till tomorrow to explain to her"

Tomorrow didn't come.

Moral of the story: Don't procrastinate. Even in love.

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My head hurts so much right now that I don't think Panadol will help.


Will someone just book me on the next flight to somewhere outside of Malaysia already?

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Just so you don't miss me while I'm away studying and being upset with certain things.

Everybody needs somebody.

What did I do on Valentine's day?

The usual. Eat, sleep and study. Roll my eyes at the most ridiculous things for Valentine's. I don't believe love should be celebrated on one specific date-lah, okay?

But I got a nice gift. Haha, it's a little unusual, but hey, it's the thought that counts, right?

Oh yes, I spent time dancing to random songs and searching for pictures of random people in the evening.

Oh yes, guess what? I lost a kilo. Just wonderful. Two more kilos and I will be just fine.
I have my reasons. More later.

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My neighbours are just weird.

On the second day of Chinese New Year, they called the lion dance troupe at 8:30AM. I was up by then, but I had a mild headache, so yeah, I can complain a little.

Last night at 10:30 they called the lion dance troupe AGAIN! And since I live in an area with lots of people celebrating the Lunar New Year, I had to endure 2 hours of deprived sleep because of fireworks.

Oh well, I've been living here all my life so I can't complain.

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Just for someone I haven't annoyed in ages who is a sappy romantic fool. Bloody fool went on a shopping spree and it's not even her birthday!

Haha, just because.

Toodles.

Sleep peacefully now, my child.

As usual, I was not supposed to update. But this is beyond hilarious it had to be shared.


I used this to enhance the dramatic effects-lah.

I am marriage material.

Read this.

My name is XXX. 22y old. i am a born Muslim, allahamdulillah.
nice to meet you. inshallah, i would like you to be my best friend.
You can contact me on XXXXX.
you can add me to chat when ever u want to okay.
please e-mail me with your pic.
please are you interested in marriage?
i am looking for a good Muslim girl like you. if u are interested in me then, i accept. i am looking too.
Allah Bless you.
Nice meeting you.

Okay. Good Muslim girl? Like seriously, if you heard the stories of what I did a few weeks back, you'd seriously re-evaluate that statement. Yes, all of you may laugh your heads off at this statement. I know you want to.

And no. NOT INTERESTED.

"Study first, then get married"

I hear you loud and clear, mama.

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I hate the weather.

And girls, do me a favour. Treat and love your body right.

I've run out of yoghurt at home, but I have prawn rolls!

Keloid will be jabbed two Mondays from now. Expect to see a fidgety cow looking for sundaes to eat.

And oh, I'm not romantic. I think V-Day is too over-commercialised. Ya-lah, I suck...what's your point?

And this may sound weird, but I'm trying to abstain myself from consuming fast food.
Go ahead and laugh but it's the truth. So don't be sadists and tempt me. I will burn you all.

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There, that's it. I won't be updating soon. I'm hibernating. Toodles.

We fit like a puzzle, no missing pieces.

*wakes up after nap*
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to tell you that you look peaceful when you're asleep"
"It's only because I have beautiful dreams"
"I love you"
"Love you too"

Can't believe you're here. It makes me happy to know just that you're here.

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Happy 21st, Fishy!

I promise I won't eat you. Get well soon. No one likes a sick fish. Especially a hungry kitty.

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"What are you doing?"
"Watching your blondie speak on YouTube ah?"
-.-"
"WTF"
"I'm studying"
0.0
"I'm surprised"
"I am as surprised as you are, you know"
"What have you done to my friend? I'll give you money, anything! I want my friend back..."

You nutcase. Chippy, it seems.


P/S: I can buy shoes now! Some generous person donated to my fund! Whee! Liverpool fans are the best! *does victory dance*

She wants it, so I gotta give it to her.

Let's start with a random conversation, shall we?

the devilish streak continues says:
eh, you're free?
wanted: jonny wilkinson poster for my room says:
yeah.
the devilish streak continues says:
here, go watch this.
wanted: jonny wilkinson poster for my room says:
WTF.
the devilish streak continues says:
shut up and watch.
wanted: jonny wilkinson poster for my room says:
eh OMG HE SPEAKS!
the devilish streak continues says:
-.-" WTF of course he does!
*silence for 15 minutes*
the devilish streak continues sent you a nudge.
the devilish streak continues says:
OI!!!
wanted: jonny wilkinson poster for my room says:
oh hi cheenu! congratulations! you've successfully turned her into mush.
wanted: jonny wilkinson poster for my room says:
p/s: it's lyzzie kyzzie here, by the way.

I have bad friends...they shouldn't be allowed to speak to me before I go to sleep.

"I am going to marry him *points to the slightly taller one*"
"Why do you always get to keep the tall ones?"
"Because I'm adorable"
-.-"


"Eh so cute!"
"Don't turn to mush, woman. You're 20"


Try!

Thanks for last night, especially the 'gift'. Really pretty =p

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I was singing Kiss Kiss by Holly Valance in the car...and the mother did the kissing sound effects. Haha, so hilarious.

The brother actually did a victory dance when ManUre lost. He even did a breakdance!

And yes, now my stomach's a little wonky.

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I need shoes. Please do the right thing and donate to the fund. Don't make me sing You'll Never Walk Barefoot Alone.

I am very angry. Today, as I was walking to college by the roadside, this car started speeding up and then stopped and the driver stared at me (I stared back in annoyance), and sped off.

This is not your grandfather's road, okay. If I was standing in the middle of the road and blocking your way, by all means, please. Stare at me. I was walking on the side!!!

I'm going feed these kind of drivers to the piranhas.


And then at the restaurant, this man was staring at the mother in a very strange way. And get this? He was one of those 'pak haji' or religious, pious man! He kept looking at her when she got up to wash her hands and when we went to pay the bill.

For the love of God, my father was there! Such an embarrassing situation for the mother, okay.

Don't you ever ogle at my mother, you low-life! I don't care if you are holy or what-not, don't you stare at another man's wife. I will break your neck and burn you if you do it again.

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Rant over. I'm going to bed.

Don't piss me off.

Honestly. Little kids who believe that success is measured by the fancy stuff one has in their lives should be sent to Iraq. I am not kidding, so don't piss me off-lah okay.

Ugh. Chelsea, if you were planning to boringly draw, tell me in advance next time...I could've watched my rugby or gone to sleep.

And England! Stop playing lousy in the second half! You've got a good lead in the first half, and you squander it! 23-19 is too close for comfort. I'm going to fry Brian Ashton. Bring Mathew Tait back! 10 minutes is never enough. And see? Wilko got subbed and they played worse! And people blame him for everything. Grrr!!!


And I have bad and stupid friends.
But I am not pissed off with them. I love them all the same.


There. An update. Are you happy now?!

Maybe we're getting old.

You know it is weird to study about post-traumatic stress disorder on Tuesday and Wednesday, only for it to hit you in the face on Thursday and Friday.

The wife was inconsolable. Now all of us are just worried for her. We all are just worried she might just collapse after this. She is dependent on him for almost everything, especially now with the fact she ruptured some bones in her spinal cord a few months ago and now she walks around with a cast around her chest.

I wonder if I'll be like that if that were to happen to me. I just might.

It got me thinking. And I realised, I would not be strong enough to handle this. Regardless of how old I'll be when it happens...I know I won't be.

The father went again last night at about 10. I told the mother to tell him to come back early because I was afraid that some irresponsible alcoholic driver would be on the road and harm other people. I know I'm being paranoid, my dad drives safely, but in life you can't tell or predict when an accident is going to happen.


Life is unpredictable; one minute you're swimming in the glass bowl, the next you're swimming in a cat's tummy.

Today, the driver of the car came, and apparently he looked fine. Not a scratch on him. To escape such an accident (apparently, the car was knocked by a lorry and it swerved into a ravine and they were thrown out of the windscreen...but the story keeps changing so no one really knows what really happened) without having any injuries, it is a miracle.

People still want to speculate on what really happened. I still don't get it, why? Why would you want to play the guessing game? The man's gone, no explanation will bring him back. Unless you want to know the truth for closure, then I understand. But if you want to know it because you can finally pin the blame on someone, then forget it. There's no point.

Yes, I know it's sudden, but still. He's gone...just let his soul rest in peace. By prodding deeper and deeper into the cause, you're tormenting not only his soul, but also his family.

Have a heart and let him rest in peace.

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This sounds so much like the initiation ceremony in Chelsea. Haha, Danny Cipriani singing Ride With Me would've been an interesting sight.

Oh yes, I forgot. Happy belated 22nd, Mathew Tait!

I swear if Brian Ashton doesn't put you on as a substitute this weekend, I will burn him. Haha, pyromaniac.

Come on England!

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And argh, this news just pissed me off.

How on Earth can they do such a thing? First you say Didier's a liar. Then you say "Yes, we stripped him of the award because he refused to attend". What rubbish.

Don't make me bloody burn you people. Calling him a liar. Shame on you officials!

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Maybe we're getting old.

Maybe we're just getting into it.

I'm just human, pure emotion.

Finally, the floodgates have opened.

I finally cried at a funeral house. I am human after all. So much for being an emotionless robot all these years.

I don't cry at funerals or weddings. Everyone knows that.


Today was different. It was the first time I ever cried at a funeral house...it was weird to cry.

It was somewhat cathartic.



Maybe it was because the death came as a shock to everyone. Everyone I know who have departed died of a medical condition. This was the first time someone I know died in an accident, and he wasn't even driving. In fact, he never drove in his life.

Maybe what made it worse is that he was the father's best friend. Someone who was always there any time we needed help and who'd always let me stay at his place when the father had to go somewhere with him.

I woke up half an hour earlier than expected and the mother came inside my room to get to the balcony (my room is the room with a view) to hang the clothes. All she said was "You know, Uncle D passed away". All I wanted to say was "What the fuck?!" but no. I couldn't find the right words to say at that point. That's a bad way to start the morning.

It took us about almost an hour to comprehend what had happened and what was going to happen. He died on the spot at 5AM. I was still awake at 5. It is upsetting. And we got the news at 8. The father just sat there, for once he didn't know what to do. He was paralysed and numb.

His wife was distraught and in denial of what happened. No one expected it to happen.

I cried. For the first time in my life, I actually cried. I am very much human.

Throughout the 5 hours we waited there, a man was speaking loudly like he was the INVINCIBLE MAN. Like for fuck's sake, a man just died! Just shut the fuck up, will you? I don't give a damn if a shaman saved your life or whatever it is he did, just show some respect, okay? Someone just died and the last thing I need is to hear you talk rubbish and speculate the cause of his death and all.

Really, you go to the deceased's house to pay respects and people sit there and talk among themselves to discuss what really happened and why. I hate that. Pay your respects and say nice things about him, don't say things like "He was drunk" or things that are along those lines.

I am only hoping that the wife and his two kids stay strong for each other's sake. I can only say my deepest condolences and that I am always here.


Yes, world. I am upset. I finally realised I am human. I have finally cried.

To bling like this it ain't a crime.

I think my head's twisted. Physically, not mentally. It hurts when I turn it. There's like this sharp pain in the left side of my head. It's difficult for me to turn around.

And I hit my knee on the metal bar when I took the bus yesterday. Now it hurts. Bah.

And after I have lunch, I don't feel like eating dinner. I feel full. Something's wrong.

I am Hypochondriac junior. Haha.

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I was watching rugby the other day and the father went "How many kinds of sport do you want to watch-lah?". Sheesh. I watch whatever I fancy, okay? Not like I'm watching porn (don't you go there now).

Oh by the way, random stuff.

Okay, fine. Yes. I want to marry him =)


*dies* They're both adorable.


The article I saw when I was slightly tipsy for my own liking last week (after the "Let's send you to UK" episode). At least he's picked this time around. I hope he gets to play even as a sub. If not, I will burn Brian Ashton. Injustice!

Oh and seriously, please consider this.

This is Freddie Ljungberg. He is a Swedish footballer.


This, my dear friends, is Freddie Michalak. He is a French rugby player. I have more pics of him but they're a little obscene for little kids. Haha.

If they were to pose together like that French rugby team's naked calendar, I will die.

I am not lying.



Honestly, he is so adorable. Issh.


Okay, I think Crouchy looks VERY sexy in this pic. And what did I tell you about skinny ties? It makes a man sexy. I am not wrong.

Randomly, I was watching Beauty and the Best on 8TV the other day and I heard Clancy woman speak and told the mother she's ugly (to which she said it wasn't nice to call her 'ugly'). Haha.

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Okay, anyone has a nice poster of Jonny Wilkinson they'd like to donate to me? I can find a poster of Lewis quite easily on my own.

If I have Jonny's poster in my room, it would be perfect.

Be a good sport and help to the cause, okay. Your kindness shall be rewarded.


GONG XI FA CAI EVERYONE!
ANG PAU NA LAI? =P

I have heard about your butterflies.

Quite randomly, I love taking pictures of the sky. Especially when the sky is this gorgeous.


Pretty, no?

I just don't get it when people call me crazy when I take pictures of the sky. Hello, if I take candid pictures of you looking like an illegal immigrant or looking drunk, then you are permitted to call me crazy.

Guess what? I ain't crazy, I'm the (AV) daydreamer.

Daydreamer what are you dreaming of?
Daydreamer what are you thinking of?
Daydreamer I wanna dream with you
And leave it all behind
I say welcome to the dreamtime.

*****

So, you want to see how my room looks like now, eh?

Not much to it...just randomly added some things in an attempt to make it nicer.

The room in full view.


Yes, I have a 45-year-old man's face plastered on my cupboard. And anyone wants that poster of Ryan Star? I have another one. Leave me a message, okay?


Chelsea book and DVD. Tissue box. Random charm dolls. Butterfly spinner. Hour glass. Random lips figurine. The Killers' Sam's Town wristband.


Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can. Do YOU realise how old this is?


Random stuff. Yeah, spot the odd one out and you get a special prize.


This is VERY old. My friend did this for our class. It was so pretty I didn't want to leave it there to be thrown away.



I only posted them up because they were pretty artistic. I'm not an alcoholic. I swear.


The dressing table.


Holy moley, BUTTERFLIES!


Study table with lots of random things. Like a mooncake box.


Guess where I stole this from?





MORE butterflies! Yes, I noticed the last one is pink. What's your point?


I love this. You can have Gabriel Gray. I want Peter Petrelli.

Now before you ask, how come I didn't put up Stevie G or Xabi Alonso on the door...this is to show what you mean to me.

Nah. Handsome Finnish dude. Who no longer drives for my team. I even found my "Massa rocks my world" thing. Hahaha, oh the things we did when we were young! There we were...sitting for PMR and we wrote "Kimi is so sexy!" in our textbooks. Haha.


Butterfly bubble blower. Open Mic Nite =) . The father's old office tag. He let me keep it for no reason.

Now all that's missing is a nice poster of Lewis Hamilton and Jonny Wilkinson. And Crouchy. Anyone willing to donate?


Oh yeah, anyone wants a BIG poster of Thierry Henry? It's really big. I can't put it up since I'm not really a big fan of his. So if you want, just let me know.

*****

Dear Lewis Hamilton,

Fuck those bigots. They have no lives and don't know how to spell. You're way better than that.

Can't wait for March! This could be your year. And be nice to Heikki, he seems like a rational, non-arrogant guy.

Very much supporting you,
-me-

Honestly, people. Get a life. Bloody racists should be marooned off to a deserted island and be allowed to do whatever the hell they want to do with their lives. Like making babies or chanting jibes at each other.

*****

I spent money on two earrings. Definitely worth it. The mother accidentally threw one of my earrings that I adored since it was a gift from a friend. I have no idea how anyone can see that shiny things are rubbish. And I lost half a pair of earrings in the train. Don't ask, I don't know how it happened.

And I am ever so tempted to buy shoes.


SAVE, WOMAN. SAVE MONEY.

Target of saving RM100 a month was met for the month of January. February's going to make me insanely broke, don't think I can meet the target.

Help.