It's something you have to do.

Let's have a look at that list we made a few days ago, shall we?

Things that you need to complete by the end of next week:
01. Complete thesis draft by the 24th of November.
02. Buy the album (because the release has been postponed to Friday...WTF).
03. Buy a prom dress.
04. Clean your room (it's a freaking mess and I freaking hate it).
05. Get slides for the research colloquium ready.
06. Get brother to take you out to buy an external hard drive.
07. Lose weight in time for prom.
08. Get a freaking haircut.
09. Start revising for finals.
10. Sleep early.

Oh my, 5 out of 10 ain't so bad.


Life has been nothing short of a rollercoaster ride.


I'm still on a porridge and soup diet because my father wants me to finish my antibiotics first. He'd also like to make sure I am fully fit to eat proper meals and wants to wait until the ENT specialist gives me the green light to gobble down food (and the ENT specialist told me that I could start eating rice today, but as usual, uncle is very stubborn and thinks I should stick to eating porridge and soup).

May thinks I'm a good influence on her because I get ill with these weird sounding illnesses and she gets to learn new things everyday because of me.

I feel so proud.
*roll eyes*


Other than the fact I'm recovering from acute peritonsillitis (my initial reaction when the ENT specialist told me I had this: "What? Peri-peri chicken and tonsillitis?". I know, even when I'm in pain, I can make fun of myself), life has been challenging. I'm taking it one day at a time.


I'm going to bed. Until later.

We'll all sing along.

Short update from me.

01. The album I have been waiting for the last 73 days is now in my hands. If you must know, I'm over the mooooooooooooon! I will talk about it soon enough.

02. I am currently having peritonsillitis. It is a dinosaur living behind my tonsils. Okay, fine, it's not. It's the inflammation of the area surrounding the tonsils. How the heck did that happen? Infection, says the doctor. Too much singing and talking, says the father. I can't talk, eat, chew, bite or swallow food without crying every single minute. At first I thought it was just the pain that was coming from my growing wisdom tooth, but the pain extended all the way to the left side of my throat and up until my jaw. It hurt really bad, I skipped dinner last night because I couldn't swallow or bite anything.

So now, my diet involves porridge, soup and water.

03. I had a burnout the last few days and kept having the same dream of meeting someone who has left me a long time ago. Every time I woke up from the dream, I find myself waking up in tears. I missed having good and beautiful dreams like that.



I'm going to get some rest now.

You've got the swagger of a champion.

Hello there, this is the voice of the remaining sanity and conscience left in you, Roxy.

Right, listen here, woman. By next week, ALL OF THESE THINGS NEED TO BE SORTED OUT SOON.

Things that you need to complete by the end of next week:
01. Complete thesis draft by the 24th of November.
02. Buy the album (because the release has been postponed to Friday...WTF).
03. Buy a prom dress.
04. Clean my room (it's a freaking mess and I freaking hate it).
05. Get slides for the research colloquium ready.
06. Get brother to take you out to buy an external hard drive.
07. Lose weight in time for prom.
08. Get a freaking haircut.
09. Start revising for finals.
10. Sleep early.

You will do my bidding, woman.

Trying not to spontaneously combust,
Your limited sanity and conscience.


OMG. I need the album right now to drown my irritating karaoke neighbour lady's voice. Sigh.

EDITED [Sunday, 10:44AM]:
Dang Sylvien, my champion has made damn sure that I have my hands on the album on Monday. Expect an epic update tomorrow.

Can you breathe tonight?

Because we grew up to this band, we found it highly amusing to see them dance like that.

Watch it because I said so it's freaking hilarious.

Some things NEVER change.


Randomly, mate/my champion asked David Cook in this live chat (yes, we joined the chat because we were bored and it was also our way of telling him we do not have the album) if he watched soccer. He said he watched it occasionally and his favourite teams were KC Wiz and Arsenal of the English Premier League.
Fantastic. He knows football. THE ENGLISH PREMIER LEAGUE OMG. He is ten kinds of awesome for knowing an English team and also for not mentioning Manchester United as his favourite team because if he did, May, Nisha and I would have knocked some sense into his head.
Now he and my dad can have intelligent discussions about Arsenal and their players and their style of play. But my dad doesn't know who David Cook is.

My dad bought an Arsenal shirt for himself but gave it to my mother in hopes of making her ditch the Devils and supports the Gunners. She wore it once when she ran out of clean clothes to wear and in the same week, ManUre lost. She blamed the shirt brought her bad luck.

"Ma, since you're not going to wear the T-shirt anymore, can I have it?"
"What for?"
"I want to give it to my TV boyfriend if he comes here. He is an Arsenal fan, after all"
-.-"
"I'm going to make him pay for it"

I better go to bed. Long day tomorrow. Rawr.

This is not an update.

It's an apology.

I want apologise for being such a cow for bitching about faulty machines used to wrap CDs as a reason for the album delay. Seriously, what do we have here doesn't break within 2 months?


"I am delirious"
"Yes, we know"
*stares*
"But we love you anyway"

Way to use a line from that new Boyzone hit. You people are so bloody cheesy, it makes me sick!
*shakes head*


I'm clearly uninspired and lazy to get a move on with my thesis. I need my muse. BADLY. My draft is due in a week's time.


I swear, sometimes, my friends get so annoyed with me over certain thing but they highly encourage it. Plus, it's comforting to know that even though they may not understand the extent of the obsession or undying love you have for a person but they will still comfort you and tell you random jokes to ease the frayed nerves.

Now, that's love.


Mechanistic? Why, yes, dear lecturer. I am a robot incapable of crying at weddings or funerals because I am made like that.

I also happen to dance like a robot, hence the mechanistic tendencies. So excuse me for making it look like everyone is a machine because they are.


The nice lady in Rock Corner in Bangsar Village told me about the delay (which I already came to know about since Monday) and asked me to leave my contact details.

Well, that was only AFTER she asked me if I wanted David Archuleta's album instead. TWICE.

I DON'T WANT, OKAY, THANK YOU. I WANT DAVID COOK.

Well, at least she was being nice about it. I can't blame her though, she probably get harassed by fans about the album (I know I'm not the only one asking, thanks).


Mate is my champion. For real. She's one of the few people who knows what to say to make me laugh and understand the true definition of insanity (also famously known as me). She also knows why she is the champion of all champions.


I shall be back here again soon. Hectic week ahead.

I know just what I did to deserve this.

My enthusiasm for tomorrow just died.

Thanks a lot, Malaysian record stores, for killing my joy. You are not letting me have the one true thing that held me together the last few months.

In spite of this insanity happening, my mother has just been the loveliest person in the world to me. She is keeping me sane for now, telling me to calm down and laughing at me for freaking out (she calls it freaking out, I say I was figuring out what to do with my "Epic Theobroma Tuesday" plan).

Just leave me be for a bit, okay?

I will be fine. I promise.


I know I sound like those hysterical Archie fans but I have my reasons. How would like it if someone told you that you can't have the CD because the machine that wraps the CD is spoilt?

If they said the shipment got lost in transit, it's fine. I can deal with it.

But a faulty machine?
Totally unacceptable.

I will NOT update until I have David Cook in my hands (the album, not the man himself, you pervs!).

You know where to find me if you REALLY, REALLY, REALLY need me. I am going to push this aside and concentrate on my thesis, okay.

Your fairy tale couldn't get much worse.

Earlier, I was eating a piece of murukku while listening to 'Permanent' (Yes, some lovable being gave me the link to download the songs. I HAVE THE PRECIOUS! That doesn't mean I WILL NOT BUY THE ALBUM!).

Bad idea.

I remembered how he joked about marrying me one day.
"Roxanne, some years from now when I propose to you under a star-lit sky, instead of putting the ring in cakes and seeing you choke to death, I'd attach it to a murukku"

I laughed at him for saying such a ridiculous thing because let's face it, there was no way he was going to get a ring through a piece of murukku.

He dared to dream, that young man.

That was 7 years ago. A year after that, he passed away.

Of course, the first cut is the deepest. There's not a day I don't think of him, sometimes I even see him in my sleep, talking to me.


Sometimes I think that if he were still alive, I doubt if he would still be with the person that I am now.


Listening to 'Permanent' just made the floodgates break loose. At one point of the song, I had to go out of my room, hide in the toilet and have a good cry.

I just miss him, that's all. The song hurts.


Is the moment where I look you in the eye?
Forgive my broken promise that you'll never see me cry.

I don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart.

Me: Robbie Keane is made of epic fail.
Brother: Come on, Liverpool!!! Score some more!
Me: Eh, don't be so greedy, can or not? You're already a goal up, what?
Brother: *in a slightly whiny tone* But I want us to have 5-0 scores.
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHA!

He envies my boys and their mad scoring streaks.

Cheh, what's the point of that? We always lose on freaking penalties, even with teams of a lower division.

So bloody ridiculous.

Big Phil Scolari needs to train them on how to take proper penalties. Like, seriously.

We can have epic 5-0 wins and all, but drawing and being tossed out on penalties is something that may happen too.

I don't like that alternative much.


I'm watching the match now, and earlier, Scolari angrily showed the "3-0" scoreline with his fingers and made a 'pushing forward' motion with his hands to the boys.

He wants more goals.
-___________-""""""""""""""

I have no words. DON'T BE SO GREEDY, CAN?

Until later. Why is it so cold now?

Don't say a word, I'm okay with the quiet.

I am done with the week of mayhem.
*throws confetti*

I must have been really tired and sleep-deprived, I slept from 4:30PM until 9.

I know. I sleep like a log. Be champions!


I was going to sleep again at 11:30. Nicely tucked in bed, I shut my eyes tight.

But some inconsiderate shit head spoilt it all. He kept honking for over an hour and a half. I have no freaking idea why he did it but it was just plain rude.

It's fucking midnight, sane people are trying to sleep. For once I decided to join the society of the sane by sleeping early, but look what you did.

You've relegated me to community of the undead.

He's stopped already, thankfully, but I can't go back to sleep now because I can't fall asleep with a horribly angry head.

*breathes deeply*


Okay. Let me bore you with random conversations.
Random conversation 01: the best friends in McDonalds'.
"So you agree to Theobroma Tuesday?"
"Theo Walcott?"
"WTF"
"THEOBROMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
"Oh, that"
"Yes, that"
"So you're up for it?"
"Yes"
"Awesome"
"So alright, what's the plan?"
"Hmm...Plan one: eat at Fish and Co. Two: eat at Theobroma. Three: buy the shoes with the snake skin print (if it's still there) at Novo. Four: get album. Five: insert earplugs"
"Huh? Earplugs? What for?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"What is?"
"We're getting earplugs for ourselves because we know you will start squealing once you exit Rock Corner with that CD in your hands"
"We want to take precautionary measures to prevent ourselves from going deaf due to incessant fangirly screams"
"HEY!"
*smacks arms*
"True facts, baby"

Random conversation 02: the mother.
"I went to eat in KFC earlier"
"Yerr...so unhealthy. I expected better from you"
"It was one of those days-lah I felt like eating something from KFC!"
"Anyway, back to what I was saying earlier. While I was eating, they played Light On"
"Did you think of me or not?"
"Of course I did!"
"Awwww! You love me! I love you too!"
"I was thinking about how you'd spazz out and start singing or screaming hearing it"


Seriously, do I squeal/scream really bad?

Anyway, I am seriously in love with the drummer boy and his hair. WTF ARE YOU SO PRETTY?



Sudah Tuesday ke belum?
*gets twitchy*

I will speak in Bahasa Malaysia tonight.

Ke hadapan May yang disayangi,

Apa khabar kawanku? Kami berempat di sini sihat-sihat sahaja. Diharapkan saudari May juga sihat.

Di sini, kami berempat ingin memberitahu May suatu berita penting. Pada Selasa minggu hadapan, iaitu 18 November 2008, kami akan mengadakan lawatan sambil belajar ke Bangsar Village. Tujuan lawatan ini adalah untuk menjamu hidangan coklat yang pelbagai, mengenang kembali zaman kanak-kanak kita, berbual-bual mengenai hal kehidupan masing-masing, dan membeli barang-barang keperluan.

THEOBROMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEOBROMA. TOLONG KATA YA.

THEOBROMA. COKLAT. MMMM...SEDAP.

THEOBROMA. KASUT. BISKUT. APA LAGI AWAK MAHU???


Tolonglah setuju dengan cadangan untuk mengadakan lawatan ini untuk bergosip dan bergurau dan membeli barang keperluan harian (tolong jangan menafikan ayat ini, saya akan tamparmu). Kami sangat rindu ketawa and gurau sendamu.

Jawapan anda sangat kami hargai.


Yang benar, jauh and merinduimu,
Skizzy, Della, Roxanne, dan Dave.


Tamatlah sudah warkah blog ini yang sangat berwarna-warni. Sekian, salam maklum.

**Please excuse my atrocious attempt of writing in Malay. The last time I wrote such wonderful Malay was when I was in high school, which was like, 4 years ago? And I hardly speak Malay at home unless I'm speaking to my sister-in-law since she speaks to me mostly in Malay**

I thought I made it home.

Sometimes I wonder if you were still alive, would you stick with me knowing the person I've become?

I'd say no.

I listen to certain songs and I'd think of you. Instantaneously.

What happened between us that people call 'temporary', is 'permanent' to me.

Track 11 for next week will leave me in tears. Indubitably.


I'm permanent and so are you.

You can say anything you want.

I haven't been in a good mood lately, so kindly try not to piss me off. I might say things to you that I mean at that current point of time.

You're lucky I even gave you a heads up. Usually, I just lose it and lash out.

If you listen to RED fm more than the other radio stations (which I highly doubt), you would have come across listening to this song by Ani DiFranco called 32 Flavours. The radio version isn't as good as the original one...it's somewhat shorter. Anyway, this song sums up everything I've feeling about people around me lately.


Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
And I'm beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you're going to get hungry
And eat most of the words you just said

Both my parents taught me about good will
And I have done well by their names
Just the kindness I've lavished on strangers
Is more than I can explain
Still there's many
Who've turned out their porch lights
Just so I would think they were not home
And hid in the dark of their windows
Til I'd passed and left them alone

And god help you if you are an ugly girl
Cause too pretty is also your doom
Cuz everyone harbors a secret hatred
For the prettiest girl in the room
And god help you if you are a phoenix
And you dare to rise up from the ash
A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
While you are just flying past

I never tried to give my life meaning
By demeaning you
And I would like to state for the record
I did everything that I could do
I'm not saying that I'm a saint
I just don't want to live that way
No, I will never be a saint
But I will always say

Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
And I'm beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you might find you're starving
And eating all of the words you said


Say what you will to me, but remember.
One day, you'll get hungry and you would have to eat your words.
You might just choke on them too.


I just want to say this though: Just because I don't say much, it doesn't mean you can walk all over me and call me names. I know my parents tell me to be nice to everyone I meet because everyone has a good side at the end of the day, but seriously?

Don't push your luck.



Skizzy, Theobroma. Next week confirmed. Yes.

I'm okay with the silence

So, the week of mayhem begins.

11.11.2008 - Health Seminar on Coronary Heart Disease.
13.11.2008 - IO lab report due.
14.11.2008 - Health Campaign on Coronary Heart Disease.

I'm a little worried I might have a serious sore throat this week. I already have trouble speaking in public, a sore throat would make it worse.

Still, I'm eternally grateful that two of my major assignments will be done with by this week. It all fell into place and somehow, I feel like this semester has been a good one for me. There's a first for everything.


Good news, if I may add. I am, quite possibly, going to the prom!
*squeals*


So much to say, so little time.
I stopped saying anything lately because what I say has little value.
Pseudo-listening is what I have perfected over the last few years.
Talking but not listening is a pretty common thing.

You don't like what I do, well it's not about you.


Wish me luck for this week!

I'll take you just the way you are.

I created a new rhyme in my slightly unwell state of mind.

My heart is like a map,
my nose is like a tap.

Okay, I know. Lame attempt in making you people laugh. Jeebus, you people are so hard to please!



I'm feeling alright, albeit my nose is a little stuffy (but the good part is that it's no longer running like a tap).

It was a little funny telling people how cold I felt when they were literally melting under the sweltering heat.


We had an online meeting and I mentioned that I heard the newest Boyzone (WHAT? THEY'RE STILL AROUND?!! HAHA) song and we began reminiscing the good old days of our younger days.

We look back now and cringe at little random things like "OMG TO THINK WE REMEMBER EVERY SINGLE LINE! I LOVE THE WAY YOU LOVE ME!!!".

It's nice to know no matter how far apart we can be at times, we can always be geeks and talk about this and other random things when we get back.

My dad once said that he and another man became friends through strange circumstances.

Three of the best friends (including the one who has passed away) started out being enemies with me. Years went by and we became friends under really strange circumstances.

I feel blessed that we're friends. They may corrupt me and all, but I love them.

When we were young, we had crushes, strange tastes in music, and random interests.

Now, we still have all those things and more. We have that bond between us. We know when the other isn't feeling too good. We know what makes the other tick. We know what pisses the other off.

We know what we know.

10 years down the road, we can watch random things like this and laugh, because it just makes us reminisce the times we were at that age and the crazy things we'd say or do for someone on the telly we fell in love with.

Thank you for making me better and taller in more ways than one.

Friends sempiternally.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired.

As if waking up with a toothache and a fever, and my dad's trusty Carlo (Yes, I named my dad's car, that doesn't make me crazy) breaking down on Tuesday; Chelsea losing on Wednesday; and my slipping onto the tiles of my college on Thursday weren't enough to mark my miserable week.

I am now unwell. My nose is like a running tap. It's disgusting. The fever is coming and going. I am downing Panadol tablets like a crack addict. Panadol soluble tastes awful, by the way.

My immune system just HAD to go down on me a few days before to an important week.
(no-lah, it's not THAT highly auspicious week yet)

I have three assignments/campaigns to do next week. I need to get my slides done by tonight so I can send it to my group members.

Damn perfect timing to get unwell, right?

My mother told me to go to bed and take the day off.
Easy for her to say that.


You know what? Screw it.

I'm going to watch this and teach myself to play the song.


Oh yeah, this should be fun!

I am not a slut, Cheongsam Lover.

Hello all, in case I don't post anything interesting here for your perusal anytime soon, it means two things.
01. I am tied up with assignments. I should be free by next Friday. My next assignment is due in December, but still.
02. I am experiencing a triple whammy of pains. Headaches, toothache and the latest, a muscle sprain.

How did the last one happen? Funny story, really.
Well, okay. It's not even the slightest bit funny.

I initially had to go to college at 12, but since Fishy said she thought of coming early at 10 to discuss our assignment together and my mother had a doctor's appointment, so I thought I would go early to college.

I reached there at 8:45 and shook my parents' hands and left. As I reached the lobby, the lift that was going up was about to close. The cleaning lady who at that time was mopping the floor, told the person inside to hold on as she saw me approaching the lift. I walked a little faster because I didn't want the people inside the lift to wait for me.

And I slipped.

Like I stepped on a banana skin.

And fell.

And landed on the right side of my body.

I sat on the floor, wincing in pain, using everything in me not to cry. I sat there, not so much in pain, but more of in total shock. It took a while for me to realise that I slipped.

As I fell, the only thing that went through my mind was "Please let me not fall on my posterior and hit my head hard on the floor. I don't want to be a vegetable so young in life!".

People just stood there stunned. No one helped, not even the security guards (I'm going to cease seeking their help from now on). Well, one girl did come out of the lift and carried my jacket for me -.-'

I was just rubbing my thigh when I got to the floor I wanted to go to. I hesitated to call my mother because she would tell my dad and being the hypochondriac he is, he might just ask the doctor to stab me with needles just to confirm that I was fine.

But I called anyway.

I told her what happened and asked her what to do next since she had a fall two weeks ago, which gave her left thigh quite a bad bruise.

I almost cried while texting the mate and she came up to check up on me, lamenting my 'not-so fantastic' week. I was grateful for that.

It was horribly difficult to sit for 30 seconds without whimpering in pain. All I felt like doing was walk around and just stand.

I just did not want to sit.

I don't think I broke a bone (I joked with Skizzy that "I think the fat surrounding my thigh absorbed the impact most so my bones were spared". She obviously didn't find that statement amusing, judging from the tone of her voice). It's a little swollen and tender but otherwise, nothing damaged.

I will be fine. Trust me.



Oh, thank you Adrian for this.

Dear CheongsamLover,

You are a sick human being.
Do you realise how much you have degraded those girls?
Do you even realise how they would feel if they knew their photos and the comments you made regarding their dressing (or the lack of it, as you claim)?

Tight headscarves? What in the world? Now, it is a sin to wear headscarves the way one is most comfortable with?

Holy Bocephus! I didn't know that!

What anyone chooses to wear if their prerogative, not yours. You do NOT own them.
It makes them comfortable in their own skin to dress the way they do. You do NOT get to judge them.
This is, after all, a free country. We have a right to choose what we wear. YOU DO NOT HAVE A SAY IN THAT.

Women are not meant to be objectified like pieces of meat. We are much higher than that, we have feelings, thoughts, ideas and the likes. Do you think I would enjoy knowing that people can take pictures of me, post it up on their blogs and call me a slut? I would be dead humiliated to be objectified in such a manner that derogatory.

If you have qualms about people's dressing, you should ignore it. Walking away and not saying a word is sometimes, the best thing to do. By the looks of it, judging from my limited knowledge of Islam (I am sanctimonious, after all), I would say that you are no worse than a rapist or a man who commits incest. You take pictures of these innocent women (I do not know them well enough to say they're innocent, but they are not to be blamed for his actions) and post them up in your little blog.

Clearly, I would state that you are committing a sin.

Multiple sins, to be precise.

Seems to me like you actually ENJOY these girls and their so-called slutty dressing.

You condemn these women who wear so-called skimpy outfits for earning a living. At least they are working to earn a living, unlike you, who actually spend time taking their pics and posting them up. Definitely the work of a highly bored and jobless man.

Grow up, get a life, and get off these women's cases, especially about their dressing.

Very bitchy, annoyed, and mostly in pain,
-TTG-

P/S: My boyfriend would like to say a few words too.


How very true.

I'm amusing myself here now.

I should have dyed my hair blonde when my brother had his wedding reception here.
(I forgot to mention in the previous post that I dyed my hair 'medium auburn' in August and you can still see the effects now)

Anyways, there is a reason why I said I should've dyed my hair blonde.
Read on for the laughs.

*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
Guess what I'm doing?
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
Watching the Light On video...*roll eyes*
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
Shut up.
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
The video is too...cliched.
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
You're just bitter they're wasn't enough of Kyle being shown in the video, aren't you?
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
I refuse to answer that.
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
I'll take that as a yes.
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
*shy face*
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
HAHAHA
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
Eh...bicycles have front lights ah?
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
Yeah.
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
You're lying.
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
-.-
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
Do you think I'm that bored to lie to you?
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
I don't know. I thought bicycles only had back lights.
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
Why-lah suddenly ask such a random question?
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
No-lah, you know the part where his voice goes all soft and slow? That part the girl turns around and sees the boy on his bicycle.
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
The front light was so bright.
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
-.-
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
You're an idiot.
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
Shut up. Bicycles have no front lights.
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
You, a person who has never had a bicycle ride before, are arguing with someone who has been riding bicycles for a very long time.
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
Shut up. You are wrong.
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
I don't trust you.
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
I'm going to seek for an expert opinion.
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
Oh God, here we go again.
Be careful what you wish for has been added to the conversation.
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
Boy, before you say anything...I want to apologise on behalf of our idiot here.
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
Don't listen to her!
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
I have a question.
Be careful what you wish for says:
This better be a good question for me to answer to be dragged into this girly conversation.
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
It's NOT a girly question!
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
Do bicycles have front lights?
Be careful what you wish for says:
O.o
Be careful what you wish for says:
What's with the random question?
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
Answer the question first! Then, I'll provide the details.
Be careful what you wish for says:
Yes.
Be careful what you wish for says:
Now can either one tell me what's going on?
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
HAH! I WAS RIGHT!
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
AND YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME!
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
Yes, my dear. I am so sorry for ever doubting you.
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
*roll eyes*
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
Someone was watching the Light On video and saw the boy on the bicycle with the front light shining brightly.
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
She didn't believe me when I said that bicycles have front lights.
Be careful what you wish for says:
I knew it had to be some girly thing when she asked this.
Be careful what you wish for says:
I just saw it coming.
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
Hey, at least I learnt something new okay?
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
Things I Learnt From David Cook That I May Not Have Learnt From Other People.
Be careful what you wish for says:
You...
Be careful what you wish for says:
*at a loss for words*
Be careful what you wish for says:
I'm going back to do my work.
Be careful what you wish for says:
Goodbye, crazies.
Be careful what you wish for has left the conversation.
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
As your punishment for not listening to me, you are to treat me to Theobroma soon.
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
And by soon, I mean somewhere this month, please.
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
Thank you.
*525,600 You wonder why I love torturing you. I ask myself the same thing every single day says:
Tart.
Skizzy has faith in Stevie G says:
Awww, I love you too!


Okay, you can laugh now. I never knew bicycles had front lights until seeing the video.

Damn epic fail.

This is my declaration.

Remember I posted once about having the study table opposite the dressing table and how I have this tendency of staring at myself in the dressing table mirror?


Yeah, that happened again today.
I should seriously programme my insular cortex to be horrifyingly disgusted at my vanity.

While before this I talked about how big my teeth were to the point they resembled horse's teeth, today I will talk about my hair.

My hair is long. The last time I had long hair was when I was in Form 5. After that, I cut it, then grew it out, then cut it again, grew it out again. Wash, rinse, repeat.

I haven't gotten a haircut since the disastrous haircut in May last year.

Now my hair is long, it's reached almost the mid-section of my back.

I want to get a haircut, but my father says to let it grow a little longer. So, I have to wait.
-.-

Oi, do you know how hard it is to keep long hair?
I look like a freaking langsuir!
(aiyah, I can't pass off as a langsuir, langsuir's very pale, I'm horribly tanned!)

He says to wait until it reaches the mid-section of the back and then cut it up to chin-length.
-.-""""""""""""""""""""""""


Wait.

Chin-length?
That would mean that if I cut my hair that short, it would look like this, right?

Hmm...given the fact that I really like his hair and the way it bounces when he plays the drums, I think I might just like the idea. Therefore, I shall be patient and wait. Patience is a virtue, anyway.

Okay, this is the end of my highly narcissistic post about my hair. I could've done something more useful instead of doing this...like sleeping. I've been sleeping at 4AM of late, thanks to football and F1, and waking up 4 hours later.


Have I told you how much I hate Tuesdays?

You can drive me around.

I'm freaking out right now, it has all ended.


Lewis Hamilton is the new world champion.

The race was indeed a nail-biting one (quite literally, I could've bitten my fingers off).

At the moment I thought, it was all over for him, I cried.
Then, by some divine intervention, Timo Glock's car slowed down and Lewis finished fifth.

Just where he needed to finish to be world champion, should Felipe finish first.

I cried.
(yeah-lah, I like to cry a lot WTF)

I felt really bad for Felipe Massa. I've always liked him ever since he was at Sauber Petronas, and to see him cry after hearing his dream of becoming the world champion just shattered like that made me feel bad too. He handled his post-race conference like a man. He wasn't as whiny as another former world champion I know. He controlled his emotions so well and said "I know how to win and I know how to lose". Kudos to him for showing maturity and grace.

Nicole Scherzinger was at the race, in the pit lane. She was jumping up and down and hugged everyone when he was declared the champion. Such a supportive girlfriend.

(I'm not being sarcastic-lah OMG. Why are you people being mean?)


My week has been fantastic. For this, Vodkat and I would like to celebrate.
*brings out bottles of alcoholic beverages to mark fantastic week ever*

Final note: Farewell, David Coulthard. It's been fun having you around in Formula One. May you enjoy the world of retirement.

I'm being very biased and annoying here, so go away.

Why, hello there, top spot of the league table. Nice to see you again. Did you miss me?

I know I did.


Hi Chelsea boys, thank you for the five goals. How did you know that would cheer me up from my miserable week?


Frank Lampard scored with his head again for his 100th Premier League goal?

Nicolas Anelka's first hattrick for the club and his first at home?

Alex's first goal for Chelsea and the 1000th Premier League goal for Chelsea?

Wow, I'm impressed at these records! *throws confetti*

Joe Cole certainly made a huge impact in that match, I'm glad to see him back from injury.

Anyway, thank you again for putting this huge grin on my face.



Hey David, what do you mean "Stay Tuned for Monday's Surprise"?

Does it mean we're getting the video premiere of the single?

Boy, I have three things to say to you:
01. Don't tease me. I hate being teased.
02. About damn time, don't you think?
03. DON'T TEASE ME.



Lewis is going to bag the title and spoil the Brazilian samba party. Just stay calm, alright, Lewis? I should be telling myself to calm down because I'm panicking like crazy, it's ugly.


Want to meet the idiot of the season?

Say hi to Robin van Persie, kids. That shoving/head-butting he did to the Stoke City goalkeeper was totally uncalled for and unacceptable. Frustrated or not, that was no way to react. It's like he was possessed by the spirit of a ninja or something.
My mother said that he could be my new client besides Wayne Rooney and come to me for counselling sessions. She thinks she's SO funny.

I am a Hull City fan because I want a stuffed toy tiger, they're so adorable! because they are a fantastic side. 1-4 down to come back and score two more goals to make it 3-4. I was secretly hoping they'd pull a Spurs, but alas, that never happened. I'm proud of them nonetheless.


I feel good because I got my work done this weekend.


Life is good. Vodka kitty (also known as Vodkat) wants to celebrate with me as well.

I see inside you on this final goodbye.

Before you left, you told me you wouldn't be one of those people who would only talk to someone only to get something out of it.

You are becoming exactly that now.

I don't care if we have nothing in common already, it doesn't hurt to talk to me and ask silly questions like "How's the weather?" or "How's the bitch of an assignment of yours?".

You're becoming the very thing you swore you'd never turn into.
It's true. You may not see it, but it's crystal clear to me that it has happened.


Just take note, I am still your friend, whether you want me to be that or not.



Sorry for this random rambling, I woke up with a headache. Happier posts shall come soon, I promise.

You can look inside.

Yesterday was an interesting day. After accompanying my mother to the hospital for her blood test, we went to Suria KLCC.

Why?

Because I needed books.

I spent a good hour staring at books. I can honestly tell you that there are three places that leave me happy and in awe most of the times (you can just leave me there for hours and I will never ever get bored):
01. Bookstores.
02. Music stores.
03. Supermarkets/hypermarkets.

Bookstores never fail to leave me in awe. Like someone I know once said, I've always been enamoured with what words mean (Skizzy, open your mouth and I will subject you to bad music). I bought six books on eating disorders and a 2009 diary/planner (you can never ever not have one of these once you start school).

My mother then wanted to buy Ipanema sandals to replace the one that's missing, so we went next door to Studio R. She saw a different type of Ipanema sandals and bought them. Being my usual opportunistic self, I asked my dad if I could get a pair for myself and he said yes.

I told you I'm shameless.


Then we went to the cinema and saw that there weren't any interesting movies to watch. HSM is not interesting-lah WTF. WANT ME TO SLAP YOU, IS IT?
I got a text from Skizzy around that time.
"HOLY BAT SHIT! WHAT THE FLIP ARE YOU DOING TO ME? KYLE IS SO HANDSOME OMG I WANT HIM! OMG HIS HAIR! HIS SMILE! HIS FACE! EVERYTHING! I LOVE HIM!"


This is Kyle, say hello. Handsome, no? Skizzy says don't touch.

My dad and I were so exhausted (we slept at 3 in the morning debating about the Arsenal match...well, he was ranting on and on about it, I just sat there and listened while typing out my assignments), we decided to go back home. Before that we stopped by the supermarket, which resulted in me spending a good half an hour there. While pushing the trolley filled with yoghurts, drinks and whatnots, I told my mother to wait for me since I wanted to check something. While I was doing that, guess what song comes on the radio in the wonderfully cold supermarket?

Time of My Life.

I started laughing when I heard that (that happened after I heard the first two lines and said "This sounds so familiar...OMG IT'S DAVID COOK!") and my mother saw me and asked "Are you listening to what I'm listening to?".

Haha.

The day was just great, I spent it with two of my most favourite people in the world: my parents. I'm just afraid I might miss this all soon.

*****"It's November"
"I know"
"It is November already"
"So, your point being...?"
"You still haven't given me my birthday present, you know"
"I'm telling you right now what you can get me. It's less than RM50 and we can go get it together"
*groans*
"Don't be demanding...it'll come to you. Just wait it out okay?"
"You're a bitch, you know that?"
"I'm yours"

Sigh. You're right, boy. ABMB.

*****I need sleep.