You're never gonna shake me

It's an all-English final.

Now, the question is:
Who is the OTHER English team?

I can't wait for the match. Oh God.

*****

Yesterday's shopping trip was rather fruitful too. I bought two pairs of toe socks (you're right, I have a toe socks fetish), a T-shirt from Levi's, and a skirt from Isetan.

Oh and dark chocolates from Marks and Spencer!

Was up and about in The Gardens and MidValley yesterday...and oh, my craving for Portuguese grilled stingray has been satisfied. Yum.

Also, my thosai and mutton cravings were satisfied as well.

Honestly, when I am hormonally-imbalanced and unstable, I have the weirdest food cravings in the universe. I sound like I am pregnant. Sheesh.

I had a free shoulder massage too, I came back with my neck smelling like some scented oil. The mother's neck smelled of jam! Some raspberry jam or something like that.

*****

Now I can't wait for 6PM!


Currently watching:
Music of the Night - David Cook.

He knows bloody well how to captivate people like me with his eyes. Sigh...

We are all innocent.

Okay. I just realised my classes are starting on the 12th of May and NOT the 5th.

If there's a time I should hide in a cave and never ever come out, it is definitely NOW.


To the eejit, I miss you. Can you please come home and save the Scouser's (so-called) sanity, as requested by her?

I had Lecka Lecka's Cookies ice cream yesterday =p

And I officially have weird friends.
"You know he said "It was a little strange to stare longingly into Lord Andrew's eyes" during Music of the Night right?"
"Yeah...and I am not liking where this is heading"
"I'd tell him: Yeah, I bet if I were to put Michael Johns in front of you, it'll be a lot easier on you, huh David?"

0__0

Stupid woman, you make me hate the fact I love you.

*****

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and I've realised how pointless it is to paint my nails.

I mean, you have to put on another coat when it all comes off. And my nails grow quite fast (despite the constant biting). So I'd have to repaint it a gugillion times. Okay, not exactly but you get my point.

I'd rather dye my hair than paint my nails, to be honest. I only paint my nails with the transparent nail poilsh to prevent me from biting them. Seriously.

I am not girly enough for some people (not applying make-up, paint my nails and wondering what clip goes with my shoes), probably that's why I am still single. Haha, I'm happy with this current state of bliss.

*****

Is there anything he can't do?

No, wait. Don't answer that.


Oh Curtis Stone loves rendang...tee-hee! Come to my house! My mother makes good rendang! Hahaha!
"Yesterday they had an article about that cook guy..."
"Huh? David was in the papers? How come I missed it? I don't remember seeing him in the papers"
-.-"
"NOT YOUR DAVID! THAT CURTIS FELLOW! I WANT YOU TO JOIN THE CONTEST!"
"Curtis Stone! He's a chef, not a cook!"
"Cook, chef. Same thing. Don't have thoughts of your David Cook!"
"Not my fault you said 'the cook guy'...what was I supposed to assume!"


Oh God. David Cook. Curtis Stone.
Is there no end to this?



My favourite moment ever.


Okay, scratch that. This is my favourite moment. EVER.

Tee-hee.

I need to get away. I shall be off to get more toe socks (I seem obsessed with them, don't I?) and maybe, some boxers. Hey, they're comfy, okay. Shut up.


Currently listening to:
I Don't Wanna Cry - Jason Castro.

We can make a million promises, but it still won't change...

Can you tell I can't wait for Wednesday?

Count the hours in between, between me and you.

I am sick again. I have no idea why my low blood pressure symptoms are coming back again. I am not really suffering from shock or anything like that. I mean, at least that's what I think.


Anyways, we beat Man United 2-1. The match itself made me laugh and cry.
The whole arguing between Didi and Micha.
The shirt the boys brought out when Micha scored the first goal, in tribute to the Pat Lampard.
The texts with Aimee about praying to Lampsy's mother's spirit to give the boys some luck.
The whole "John o'Shea is going to break your heart and score in the last minute" taunts.
The whole "I hate that stupid fellow. Michael Ballack is a monkey and so are the rest of your players!" messages from the mother.
The whole mutterings of "JOE COLE! MISSING THAT IS A CARDINAL SIN!" every time he missed a shot.
The whole "Sheva, I love you" ramblings when he saved the ball off the line.

I swear if we win the league, I will streak my hair blue. No joke.


Oh, oh!

I love his eyes. Shut up, this is my blog, I can post his pics as and when I please!

The eejit has long given up trying to figure out his eye colour, because apparently he has more than one. Eye colour, that is.

Because at one point...they are...


Brown?


Grey?


Blue? Green?

The eejit has since resolved to calling him 'Hot Chameleon-Eyed Rocker'.


I call him sempiternally immaculate. Haha. I've been making friends with the dictionary again. My wonderfully abused, ragged and torn dictionary.

I can never be too smart for anyone. Not even for you.

But yes, I declare him SEMPITERNALLY IMMACULATE. Yes, that's what he is.


I'm off for now. I'm off to engage in some badinage with a certain friend.


HAHAHAHA! DICTIONARY HAS BEEN ABUSED!

Currently listening to:
Always Be My Baby - David Cook.

Savour each sensation.

Okay. I have melted into a sticky puddle of mess. This will pretty much tell you why.

"MAYOMGIWASTHISCLOSETOLICKINGTHETVSCREEN!"
"She fell to the floor with a 'ka-thud' really...and she was biting her lips"
"Oh God, were you having thoughts?"
*hesitates*
"No"
"Liar"
"Shut up"
"Well?"
"No....yeah"
"Poor kittens...I pray for their souls" #
"He bit his lips too, if it makes you feel better"
"I know...she was squealing for joy...which is so hilarious to look at"
"Piss off"
"That boy has everything"
"Damn straight"
"HIS EYES ARE SO CAPTIVATING"
"Do you remember what he said during the auditions?"
"Of course I do! Versatile vocally!"
"He said that?"
"And I thought forgetting his name after the auditions was a cardinal sin"
"It still is"
"Says the person who forgot what he said"
"At least she remembered the hair and whatever the judges said"
"Forgiven then"
"And Randy said he needed to work on some persona"
"Seriously?"
"Yeah...I mean, he has red streaks and the faux hawk, doesn't that count for something?"
"For once, I agree with you"
"This is by far the first time I saw him looking directly at the camera so many times"
"He knows he's hot stuff so he uses that to kill the feeble people especially our poor old friend there"
"I am not old!"
"Evs"
"Seriously. I have Cookie Fever"
"Lame, woman. Just lame"
"I mean, he is just almost immaculate. He's smart, dorky, plays the guitar, humble, a family man, hot, and he has nice teeth!"
"ALMOST IMMACULATE? WOMAN, HE IS THE PERFECT MAN TO EVER WALK THE EARTH"
"Oh I know why she said that"
"Oh really now? Why?"
"All that's left for him to do to be immaculate in her eyes is to roll on the piano and make it look like a fun toy"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"True, right?"
*says nothing*
*looks around and whispers*
"Yes, yes, yes"
*hides and faints*
"Oh yeah, what did I tell you?"

# Some wise person told me that every time you have inappropriate thoughts of people, a cat dies.

Now that I feel slightly abashed...please go and do something else. Like save the poor kittens from dying.

Just because I might not be around later because I'm feeling unwell now.

I. WANT. THAT. SHIRT. NOW.


*falls to the floor with a loud 'ka-thud' sound*

I should get going now. My forehead is kind of warm.

I'll be alone dancing, you know it baby.

Okay, where is the rich billionaire I requested for since Christmas?


I so wanted to strangle John Arne Riise for letting the ball go in, but at the same time, I am quite relieved for THAT goal. How is it I can feel two different things at one go?


Yesterday's trip was quite fruitful. I got myself a new T-shirt, a cute pair of toe socks, and yes, a pair of blue boxers. Hahahaha! We shall get the stripey toe socks AND boxers next!


Highlight of yesterday:
"Is it just me or are those bunnies just plain horny-looking?"
-outside Ted Baker's in The Gardens-


Oh and the kinkiest statement of the year is no longer "Let's stalk them at the hotel and provide them 'room service'!", in fact it's this.

"If he handles his girlfriend the same way he caresses the mic, I so want to be in his bed every night"

Oi. That's my boy you're talking about. Don't touch.


I had a funny thought while taking the train back home yesterday. Will talk about it tomorrow.


Okay, I just loved Mikey in this (this is also an excuse to say how much I disliked Cookie's hair in this). He looks so young (I am talking about Mikey) and suddenly I miss the thing he used to do with his hair, flipping it back.


Did I tell you that when I think of something, be it appropriate or not, I have a tendency to bite my lips?


And did I tell you how much I love my toe socks? They're so freaking comfortable and adorable! I am so getting another pair.


Right. I am nuts. I get happy over small things like toe socks and random coincidences.

Would you expect anything less from me?

In her mind, she's blinded by all she sees.

It's 12:45PM here and all I want to do is go back to bed and continue sleeping.

I was supposed to go out and break my wallet today, but something was wrong with the car so it has been postponed to either tomorrow or Wednesday.

OH PLEASE LET IT BE TOMORROW!
I WANT TO WATCH AMERICAN IDOL!

I tell you, the only shows I watch nowadays are American Idol and the news. Yes, that's what my assignments have done to me.

*prays hard*



So how did my exams go? It went okay, I guess. I don't know.

I do have an interesting story to tell you about my Abnormal Psychology paper on Saturday, though.

You see, on our exam dockets, they only state the starting time of the exam. My Abnormal Psychology paper starts at 9. So being the genius that I am, I assumed the exam was going to end at 11 (because the three earlier papers that I sat for were only two hours).

So the first half of the exam was a closed-book paper (MCQs). After we finished the MCQs, we were allowed to open up our notes or textbooks to do the second half of the paper, which was the open-book paper (case study). We already knew the question and prepared the answers for it.

So I had my time planned to a T.

0900-0950 : MCQs
0950-1100 : Case Study.

9:50 came and I handed the answer sheet after constant checking. And I started writing my answers out for the case study.

The time was nearly 11 and I was frantically writing as fast as I could because I was afraid I wouldn't have enough time to complete my paper.

I kept looking left and right, and people were taking their time to flip the pages and write their answers.

Then, I was wondering "How is it that the invigilator didn't mention that we should finish our last sentences since it was almost 11?".

As if she read my mind, the invigilator then said "It's now 11, you have one hour to go til the exam ends".

WHAT??? MY EXAM ENDS AT 12???

I couldn't help but laugh at my immense stupidity.

By then I wrote out all my answers in the booklet, so pretty much I was done with my case study.

I didn't want to look like a smart ass, so I flipped through the textbook pages to see if there was anything else I could add...and I did. Just one sentence, though.

By then, it was 11:25 and I had an urge to pee. So I excused myself and went to the toilet.

It was 11:29 and I was feeling cold (yes, I blame myself for sitting beneath the air-cond) and completely clueless as to whether or not there was anything else left for me to add, so I left before the last 30 minutes of the exam (we're not allowed to leave the hall in the first and last 30 minutes of the exam).

It was definitely the first time I wrote at hyperspeed. I really thought my exams were ending at 11, so I wrote as fast as I could to get all my points across!

I can be so silly sometimes, you think I should win the Best Nutcase award.

Hey, at least I provide you with some comic relief with my stupidity.


I need a new chair for my room, my ass hurts from too much sitting.


Does it sound weird if I said I have a strong urge to flip through my textbook pages and study again?


I need a back massage. Pronto.


Oh, is it very apparent that I look so tired and washed out? Because I've had three people say to me that "Oh yeah, you look so tired and look like you lack sleep".


I think I lost two kilos in the span of one week. NO. I wasn't on a diet. I was under stress, I guess?


I have an insane craving for ice cream now.

Currently listening to:
Don't Stop the Music - American Idol Top 8 (Idol Gives Back performance).

This is NOT porn. Shut it, you muppet.

Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away.

So much for sleeping til noon and annoying people with reasons why I am obsessed about David Cook today.


Last night during the prayer service, the father's late best friend's kids and I talked about our loves and loathes of our high schools. I told them about my ex-class teacher who taught me Biology in Form 5, about how nice and strict she can be at times.

This morning at about 7:45, one of my juniors called me up and said that she passed away of a heart attack.

You see, this teacher of mine would have turned 29 this year on the same day I would turn 21 on the 6th of October (yes, we share our birthdays). She was a mother of twins, born about almost two years ago. I went to her wedding 3 years ago right after passing my computer test for my driving license.

*cue the numbing of all brain activities*

I was about to hurl a series of expletives at that little junior of mine, but all that escaped my lips was a muffled "What? ".

She was 29 and had a family and she taught Biology, for goodness sake! How was it that she passed away suddenly of a heart attack?

It had to be a mistake, maybe she meant another teacher, I figured.

But she told me it was definitely her.


Whoa. Nice way to wake up, ain't it?

So, I tried calling my ex-classmates to inform them, but to no avail, they all were fast asleep. I just sent them text messages.

Calls after calls, texts after texts. My brain was definitely out of sync with whatever was happening around me. I felt sorry for breaking the news to most of my friends who were having their finals this week. Especially the two class monitors who were close to her.

I had a lift from another classmate (no names shall be disclosed for fear of the powerful tool that is Google will lead unwanted eyes reading my thoughts here) since the father had to go out and run some errands. On the way, we picked up another two classmates in Kepong.

We all were too stunned. How could this happen? I wanted to cry but being the stoic donkey that I am when someone has passed away, you could see no tears streaming down my cheeks.

We got lost halfway and when we got to her house, they were already taking the body to the cemetery. We went to the cemetery to pay our last respects to our teacher, one who made my last year of high school a pretty much enjoyable one.

There had been times I was annoyed with her, but at times I just enjoyed listening to her stories, even though Biology was never my forte as most people would have come to understand.

We asked our other former teachers what happened...she had a sudden heart attack last night and passed away at 11PM. They were in shock too, as was everyone else who knew her.


Calls and text messages have been pouring in on my phone since the burial. I knew they were all too shocked to say much to comprehend anything. I still am, anyway.

To think we were all planning to have a reunion somewhere within these two weeks and we were going to invite her.

All the high school memories are coming back to me now. It's all coming back to me now. I'm getting a wee bit nostalgic now =(



Innalillahwainnalillahhiroji'un to the late Puan Jun. You will be missed.

Indefinitely.


Close your eyes, just pretend the bullet isn't there.
Makeover - David Cook.

I want to close my eyes and pretend so much that this bullet of a news did not hurt me.

I fail. It pierced right through me and the wound just won't seem to heal.


Can someone please prick me with a needle so that the tears will start rolling already?

Indefinitely.

I feel a bit better thanks to the massive amount of David Cook fangirling I did the last two days.

The symptoms did come back again yesterday evening after I met up the parents in McD's after collecting some stuff from the main block. I felt my chest getting tight, I was out of breath, and my heart was pounding really fast.

At that point, I was thinking of crying because of how fragile I've become lately.

In case you don't know what happened to me, refer to the post below this.

But no worries, after my exams, I'll be getting myself a medical check-up and lots of rest.

I'll be fine, don't I always end up fine?

*****

So. What has this person named David Cook done to me, you ask?

I am proud to say that he has killed me.

See, that obsession with Blake Lewis is NOT as serious as this.

I have my reasons, which I shall talk about when I am free. On Sunday.

Let me annoy you with pictures then.


Oh yes, he did. I just cried more.


HAHAHAHA! Made me laugh and squeal like a mad fool.

"We're DYING to know, are you single?"

When we heard this question, the mother being herself, was talking to the TV.
"Yes, David answer it! It would make my daughter happy because she loves you"

Dear God, I was laughing when she said that. In front of my dad. Silly auntie.

Then he said "Yes, yes, yes".
Great, now a gugillion girls want to be his baby. Hahaha.

And then the mother's favourite, little David is told he is safe and was asked to go to the side he thought was the safe side. He followed Melinda Doolittle's footsteps and sat in the middle of the stage. Good move, boy. Smart.

So what does Mr. Seacrest (who is beginning to annoy me more and more with each passing day) do?

He tells that "if you get closer to the safe group, they'd have to come this way". And joined him, they did.

Especially David Cook.



Sorry, I just thought this was TOO adorable for words. I knew a few cats that died because of this, hahaha.

We ended up talking about this because I didn't want to worry him about my health.
"I thought it was just adorable"
"You remember you told me once you love someone who'd sit anywhere with you on the floor like that? I remember because you sat like that on the floor of the train station once and I yelled at you and you told me that and I called you crazy"

God, I seriously love it when people remember random things like this.


Okay, I shall shut up about David Cook already because I need to study for my Abnormal Psych paper tomorrow.

I will be fine, okay. Stop worrying like mad cows. If I ain't okay, then you're allowed to worry.

Currently listening to:
Always Be My Baby (studio version) - David Cook.

This has been on replay for the last two days. It's so brilliant. I know I say this to EVERY studio versions of his. But dear God, go listen to this and you will get my point.



P/S: I will hunt you down. Hahaha. Thanks for being here.

You'll always be my baby.

Hi all, this is not TTG. This is your friendly neighbourhood Scouser.

My dearest best friend will not be updating for a while not only because she is having her exams, she is also unwell.

As most of you may or may not know, she suffers from low blood pressure. She has been having it since she was 16 or 17. Until yesterday afternoon, she has shown somes signs that she has it but she is getting better.

Yesterday changed it. She was not herself. Her forehead was wet with cold sweat, she felt her chest was tight and that she couldn't breathe, she felt dizzy and had headaches, her heart was beating rapidly and irregularly, she had a backache and she even had diarrhoea and her stomach muscles felt tight. It was frightening for me because I've never seen her like this before. I've seen her being dizzy and having headaches and looking weak because of her hypotension, but this was the worst.

I told her to sleep because she was turning into David Cook and I didn't want to see her admitted in the hospital or get sick.
"I do NOT want to see this cookie crumble"

She could still laugh and ask me "If I were to marry someone who has high blood pressure and I have low blood pressure, would this make our children have normal blood pressure?".

Stupid fool, can still joke around when we are worried over your scrawny ass.

She thought it was just panic attacks so she let it be, and went to take a nap after being persuaded by her thoughtful friends, her mate and myself.

She felt worse last night and that's when she decided to check her blood pressure, so she got out the blood pressure monitor from the box and checked herself.

94/68.

LOW.

Her father bought her a bottle of 100PLUS and added salt into her cup to spike her pressure up.

She feels better now. All she needs now is rest and sleep.


She is currently watching David Cook sing Always Be My Baby (she got impatient and had ants in her pants) and she is in tears when she heard that voice and saw him cry. What they said and what she saw makes her feel like she is glad she rooted for him since the auditions.


DAVID COOK. YOU ARE MAKING MY FRIEND TURN INTO MUSH. INDEFINITELY.


I don't blame her for her current obsession, at least he seems like he has his feet rooted to the ground. Plus he can sing, for what it's worth. Who knew he could make a Mariah Carey song sound so beautiful that it brings tears to your eyes? I am in tears too as I type this, listening to him. So beautiful.

And is it just me or is that THE vest? And his hair!

My best friend will be back hopefully on Sunday or so, she needs all the rest she can get for now. She is facing the world with a smile while looking like a zombie. If you know her and in case you see her, please tell her to sleep. And feed her with something salty just to raise her blood pressure.


To TTG: Take good care of yourself and I know you will do well in your papers. Don't be too stressed out. I am NOT willing to see another of us in the hospital. I admit, your Cookie is special and amazing. I am a believer. Little David, you better be afraid. Very, very afraid.

Take care, love. You know I love you, my little 'cracked' cookie.


P/S: If you are not getting ANY rest now, by the power of the HOLY DREADLOCKS I will hunt you down =p

LMAO. I have successfully contaminated your little blog with the netspeak! *glee*

Nothing to give with everything you take.

My stomach is churning out a very unfamiliar tune and it hurts to the point I feel like hurling.


I am NOT pleased with this morning's results. Just give it to Man U already-lah, and focus on the Champs League, please. Don't piss me off.

I have said this time and time again. UGLY GRANT, YOU SUCK. WHEN YOU COME HERE IN JULY, I WILL PELT YOU WITH ROCKS. Anyone willing to be my partner(s)-in-crime?


I know someone who needs some cheering up. I updated because I know you're still grumpy, so please, feel free to break out into a grin and thank me.


The Cookies are ADORABLE! Hahahaha.


*feels heart break into tiny fragments* I miss the Mikey/Cookie moments.


Honestly. If he lived here, he could join that Watson's competition for the Uniquely You thing. For Engaging Eyes (we have no idea what colour his eyes are, because they keep changing so often, we gave up figuring it out). Luke Menard can try his luck in the Healthy Hair category. Hahaha!



Okay my stomach is giving me a hard time now, I hope it's not gastric.


Back to my books. Not studying death and dying anymore. I'm studying kids and quantitative methods.


Help me.


Currently listening to:
Day Tripper (studio version) - David Cook.

I liked the live performance with the vox box better. Not to say I don't like the studio version of this, I love it (as much as I love the other studio versions), but the performance was better. I know you know why.



EDIT:
MY FRIEND IS WATCHING PORN INSTEAD OF STUDYING! HIPSHAKING DAVID COOK, DON'T SWAY HER FROM HER BOOKS!

Oh hi, I'm her favourite Scouser and I just wanted to let you know that Liverpool rocks. YNWA!

I got a happy trigger finger and I know not to let it linger.

This is NOT an update.

In fact, this is a donation plea.


My yellow highlighter has died not-so peacefully in my hands just a couple of hours ago as a result of being subjected to constant abuse with books and papers (all mostly my doing).

Therefore it is with much sadness that I ask you to donate a new yellow highlighter or money for me to buy a new one for me to study. It is vital for my self-esteem and well-being.

You know where and how to reach me, so please do the right thing.

Extra proceeds shall go to either my Stamford Bridge fund or returned to the kind donors.


Yours sincerely,
-TTG-


Personally, I think she thinks my hands are her canvas and my highlighters/colour pens are toys for her to fiddle with.


I've lost almost 2 kilos. Now, someone can happily yank my pants in broad daylight in public (I'm NOT a daystripper okay, you tart!).

And I've been overdosing on songs from David pre-Idol. I've been scribbling the lyrics at the bottom pages of my notes. Studying death and dying makes you depressed, so you need something to cheer you up.


The cracks in your smile make it impossible to decipher something legible...
Porcelain, David Cook.

This Cookie will go far.


And this might surprise you...I managed to finish dinner in under 5 minutes. No joke.

You, surprised? Don't be.


Currently listening to:
Innocent (Our Lady Peace cover) - David Cook.

The studio version is AWESOME compared to the live performance. Really. Love it.

I remember losing hope, I remember feeling low.

525, 600. Go figure.

*****

I realise the last few days made me treasure the people close to me.


Love is when your father leaves the newspaper on your study table just because he knows you want to do your weekly dose of Sudoku and crossword puzzles.

Care is when your friend makes you finish every last morsel of food on your plate because she is worried about the fact you're shrinking.

Madness is when your friends do obscene things just for the sake of optical illusions.

Disbelief is when your mother refuses to watch one of her favourites sing his farewell on the TV because she thinks the votings were rigged.

Concern is when your friends tell you they love your raccoon eyes you have due to lack of sleep.

Anger is when someone you know wants to take Jason Michael Cook to work when it's yours.

Oh yes, that's my official death glare. I actually showed this glare to the said person and he took the hint that I was pissed. I'm sorry, I am obsessive with my things. I am crazy, but you already know that by now.

Love is also when a tattoo artist-wannabe draws random things on your hand just to make you forget stupid things and smile.

Hahaha, I can see the words 'marriage' and 'emotional' from here.

I love you all the same.

*hugs*

*****

Fine, I updated because I wanted to post this.


If he can do Rihanna, I bet you he can do Mariah Carey. I know what you're thinking. Shut up.


Seriously. Word nerd = love.

Arrogant, smug, pompous. Whatever, Simon. I don't care.


Okay, this is random but funny.

"What you up to?"
"She's watching porn"
"WTF I AM NOT WATCHING PORN!"
"Porn! What in the name of prancing pixies!"
"She's watching the hipshaking nerd on her media player"
"Ah...so THAT is what you meant by porn. I agree. It's a porn video. I never knew nerds could do that"
-.-"

Evil people. It's not porn!


But oh goodness, watch the video. The dancers are freaking awesome. Really.



Back to my books then, I'm studying marriage, divorce, death and dying. How awesome is that.


Currently watching:
Seasons of Love (from the musical 'Rent') - Idol Gives Back performance.

Sigh...

This is a public service announcement.

As mentioned in the title, I shall be away for about a week to study for my finals. So this my last post until next Saturday. Read my earlier posts if in case you do miss me.

*****

I have come to the conclusion that David Cook is the cause for the orgasms at 6PM (and every hour of the day). I am serious.


Liar, and you said you don't dance.

Sorry, Ryan Star. You know I love you.


"Your hands around my waist, just let the music play, we're hand-in-hand, chest-to-chest, and now we're face-to-face"

Oh yeah, did you know he's sexy and he can dance too?

My dorky word-nerd who is everything (pretty much everything) I love in a guy is also a fucking orgasms-inducing sex god.


*falls to the floor with a loud thud*


I am sad to inform you there will no longer be Mikey of the infamous Mikey and Cookie team on AI.

I can no longer talk about how happily in love those two are and how cute and silly they are with each other. Or other random little things about them I find somewhat amusing.

No more infamous Kleenex passes.
No more Islands in the Stream jokes.
No more vest and hat-sharing moments.
No more chestbumps.
No more stolen glances and hidden smiles.
No more love.
No more Mikey and Cookie.

Do you realise how sad I am? I thought they would both go to the top 2 together. They meant so much to me. And her. And her. And my Paulo.


WHY GOD WHY???

I WANT MICHAEL JOHNS BACK!!!


Cookie and Mikey will never be the same again with him gone.


NO FAIR! I DEMAND A RECOUNT!


Excuse me while I gently weep in the luxury of my own bathroom.



Michael Johns, I love you. So do most of my friends and Cookie too. I will miss you and I'm sure Cookie will miss you too.


I AM NOT AMUSED. I AM NOT HAPPY! I WANT MY MIKEY JOHNS BACK!


I AM FURIOUS! WHY??? MICHAEL JOHNS IS OBVIOUSLY BETTER THAN THAT BITCHY KLC AND SYESHA. WHY ARE THEY STILL THERE!!!

I AM NOT HAPPY. MIKEY SHOULD'VE STAYED. HE MAY HAVE TWO-LEFT FEET, BUT HELL HE CAN SING!


And I thought nothing would surprise me anymore. Oh I am so fucking wrong.

And yeah, guess what? I was watching the "Seasons of Love" video and I fucking cried. Yeah, that's how sad I am.

Your porcelain face and a heart of glass.

She wakes up in an unfamiliar territory, feeling completely disoriented.
She knows it's not her bed she slept in last night.
She knows in her mind, the shirt that is two sizes larger than her is hanging loose around her small frame, just enough to cover her bottom, is not hers either. She wears it nonetheless because of the warmth and security it gives her.
She knows the person she was sleeping next to is nowhere to be found.

She gives herself a minute to compose herself and breathe. She inhaled the scent that lingers on the said oversized shirt. She smiles and walks around and searches for him.

She sees him in the living room, a guitar slung around him. He gives her a half-smile and motions her to sit on the chair nearby. She does as she is told because she has been taught to do so since she was a little girl. And of course, she does it because she loves him with her heart.

He begins to strum his guitar to a song she thinks is meant for her.

She is right.

He begins to sing. His voice alone was enough to make her weak in the knees, she thinks to herself. It was raspy, but something about it made her see how pure and real his heart is. It made her love him more.

Completely colorblind, these red lights are going unseen
Fall behind with words unsaid you know they're always obscene
'cause my ears, they bled before; I need to let them heal
She fell out; her broken legs won't let her walk away
From this town that couldn't give a single shit either way
And her fears, they bled before she's convinced that they're real

What are you looking for?
Are you looking for something more?
It's not me
It's not me

When he sings those lines, he looks at her, with his bedroom eyes. She looks away, she doesn't know what or how to react when he looks at her like that. Instead, she just blushes.

He, well, just smiled. He loves to see her to do that.

Lost her way from everything she swore she knew, a friend
Run away from start to finish though it never ends
In her mind she is blinded by all she sees
Close your eyes; just pretend the bullet isn't there
No surprise; no need to pretend that no one really even cares
But in her eyes you will find the very best in me

What are you looking for?
Are you looking for something more?
It's not me
It's not me

She gets up and sits next to him. Seeing this, he stopped playing the guitar and puts it away. She feels confused and wonders if she made him upset. She feels hot tears trickling down her cheeks. He notices this and wipes them dry. He lets his hands rest on her face and looks straight into her eyes.

This time, she doesn't look away. She could see an air of honesty in those eyes. She becomes deeply fixated on his gaze and those captivating eyes.

He continues to sing, minus the guitar.

When did it all unwind?
Are you prepared for you'll find?
It's not me
It's not me


She sees how close their faces were to each other now, she stands tiptoed to give him a kiss. Their lips never parted. She has never been this happy or certain in her life.

She whispers in his ears: I am prepared, and it is you.

She finally says the words he longed to hear.
"I love you"


He smiles at her and they begin to cuddle each other on the sofa of the room.

They then hear a familiar tune. The SpongeBob SquarePants theme song.
In a very cute manner, he says "Oh look, SpongeBob's on!"

She laughs at how cute he looked when he said that, but then sees that the TV has not been turned on.



At this point, she wakes up and finds that the SpongeBob SquarePants was coming from her cellphone. It was her alarm clock that did it.


Shoot. She is seriously considering the idea of changing her alarm clock. SpongeBob, this is NOT the first time you've done this to her.


But, she thinks again about her dream. It made her smile so wide despite the fact she only got 3 hours of sleep. She can't help but smile, just thinking about it makes her giddy to the point she can feel it in her toes.

Little things like this make her happy and sane.


Currently listening to:
Makeover - David Cook.


Beyond a doubt, I am in love with this song.

I read the news today, oh boy.

That nasty pics of the effects of smoking in thes NST made me instantly say "That's enough to put me off".

*shivers*


Anyways, usually on the first Sunday of April, the Sinhalese community will go to the graveyard to pay their respects to the dearly departed before the New Year kicks in. As I am no longer on talking terms with most of my relatives, I stayed at home with the mother and brother. The father decided to go alone.

But it is not wrong for me to have my ancestors in my thoughts now, is it?

Damn it, my arms are shrinking. And my foot is noticeable! *dies* I am a lousy photographer!

Celebrate Life. Live Young.

You are always in my prayers and thoughts, I am sorry for being the bad apple in your eyes, we are all not without sins, but I live and learn.

*****

As promised, pictures of the new 'baby' of mine.


Say hello to JASON MICHAEL COOK. In Midnight Blue.

For the uninitiated, this is my new 'baby' I have been raving about. Isn't he gorgeous?

The name was chosen by his self-proclaimed godmother, the one who supports Liverpool like there is no tomorrow; and Miss Ayam Kambing Bag. It is a combination of our favourite Idol contestants. A cookie for you if you can correctly name our boys!


Want to see who's on the wallpaper?


Ta-dah! Look at where the shine is at. Hahahaha!


His eyes are gorgeous. And his guitar!


To bless the little one, I played lots of random music from the three favourites. It's truly blessed. Hahaha.


I love this baby a lot. It's all mine! Muahahahaha!



Okay, you may now pronounce me crazy.

*****

Peter Crouch, I love you even if Rafa doesn't. You know I do.



And yes, Chelsea, I hate that away kit like you can't imagine, but good work on the win!

Please don't screw up against Fenerbahce okay? I really want to see you in Moscow.

=)



"Owen scored! He's going back to Liverpool!!"
For the last time Rafa, for the sake of my dying sanity, please buy Owen back so that she is happy.


I am in need of Uncle Toby's chocolate chip chewies energy bar, and lots and lots of yoghurt.



Currently listening to:
Little Sparrow (studio version) - David Cook.

All ye maidens, heed my warning, never trust a handsome man.
They will crush you like a sparrow, leaving you to never mend.
They will vow to always love you, swear no love but yours will do.
Then they'll leave you for another, break your little heart in two.


Oh yes, the words to this song cut deep.


And the a capella part is amazing. I am not kidding or biased. But it is awesomely amazing.

I am just a broken dream.

I am loving my baby...pressing all the right buttons on him.

Pictures to come soon enough.

*****

The father had a completely weird dream.

He woke up at 8PM and sat with us to watch the Arsenal-Liverpool match. Then he said "Eh, you know I woke up because I dreamt that I was watching the telly and Man U was losing 11-0 and the other team was still scoring".

WTF. Random.

*****

Seriously, boys who don't know how to clean up after themselves even after getting the highest qualification possible?

Grow up.

If you were like 3 or so, then it's perfectly understandable.

But you are past that age and mentality, you should know how to clean up after yourself.


I think I am going to be sick.

*****

I lost half a kilo, but it feels like I've gained three.

=/

*****

I just love this new baby-lah. He's so pretty.

I love you, Jason Michael Cook. I promise not to abuse you.


You have my word.



Currently listening to:
A Day in the Life (studio version) - Michael Johns.

I love to turn you on...


Sorry, I just love this song. Reminds of a random person I adore. Can you please come home soon?

Pain don't hurt.

Damn you, Michael Johns, you are making me deaf.

*sulks*

*****

So today, this little missy here paid a visit to the doctor. No, no, don't worry, she isn't ill. She went to see him for her monthly keloid-shrinking jab.

Her once MASSIVE (don't laugh, I know why you're laughing, but seriously, stop it!) keloid has now shrunk but it is still a little big.

As we all know, this 20-going-on-21-year-old-but-behaves-like-she-is-13 hates jabs. She can handle different kinds of pains, but not ones that involves needles.

On the way to the clinic, all she thought of was "Pain don't hurt" and she chanted it like it was her mantra of the season.

In between, she was busy texting her mate who was doing her assignments.

She got into the doctor's room and sat like a brave soldier and spoke to the doctor about life and other related matters while thinking of songs like Islands in the Stream (you HAD to bring it up), which was a different story by itself.

The usual routine began.
He then sprayed the liquid nitrogen. Next came the needle of doom, and for the finale, the stabbing jabbing of the keloid.

What usually was just 4 jabs to the keloid, turned out to be like 8 stabs to the bone (okay, not entirely true, but still).

Throughout the time she was stabbed incessantly with the needle, she softly chanted "Pain don't hurt" repeatedly. The doctor probably thought she was muttering profanities under her breath and continued.

Soon, her painful ordeal with the said needle of doom ended, and she left the clinic feeling relieved that it was over, but resumed chanting. She felt it gave her assurance.

The chanting resumed while she was having lunch, because that's when the pain began to kick in. She complained to her mate who replied with something so adorable it made her forget her pain for a bit.

She is feeling slightly relieved as she feels that her ears are deafened by the soothing voices of random people. She is also psyching herself up to forget her pain by chanting her mantra.

Pain don't hurt. Pain don't hurt. Pain don't hurt.

*****

The new baby is coming home tomorrow!

*yelps in excitement*

*****

Something to cheer myself up.

Kleenex pass! I have proof! And I told her, the world would be an awesome place to live in if more men were like him. I am not wrong. Just insane.


Hello, handsome. I want to say completely inappropriate things to you, but you are married. And don't be delusional, he looks nothing like the mad Jens Lehmann, okay? *shows fist*


The mother doesn't like your haircut. But who cares what she thinks (she adores the smaller David...mothers!), I think it makes you sexy.

*wants to say something completely funny but refrains self from doing so*

Oh and the studio version of Little Sparrow...damn. Awesome. Made me pee in my shorts.

Okay, now I need to shut up and rest. My arm's killing me!

Pain don't hurt. Pain don't hurt. Pain don't hurt.

Chant with me!



And Mateja Kezman, I miss you and you are right. We've lost the team spirit we had with Jose, but we won't give up.