What just happened here?

Hello world.
I am back. I managed to rake in four hours of sleep.

What was I up to?
Well, I was creating a work of art.

Hard to believe, eh?
Hah, I have proof!

The original plan for my Human Personality assignment was to stick photos and write out a sentence on a piece of colourful paper and sticking it onto the A3-sized paper. Well, it was to describe our personality anyway, and I realised how boring I have become, so it fit pretty well.

But then, during my tutorial class, I was unconsciously scribbling 'DC' on my notes.

And suddenly, the creative juices that never existed before came to life to kick me in the bum.

I decided to draw a guitar.

Where did this moment of brilliance came from, you wonder?
Well, the answer, my friends, lies in this video, also dubbed as "porn part 2" by the Scouser. Watch if you're up for it. I am serious.

And also, the idea came from this lovely Luna electric guitar.

Ah, boyfriend, you are such a wonderful muse, you know that?


So after starting work at 5PM and ending almost 12 hours later...the battle with the UHU glue and painted wires ended. I emerged victorious.

The outcome?


16 toothpicks. 5 painted wires/broken guitar strings. 5 silly photos (yes, you are right, that IS indeed a cockroach on the yellow paper). 3 nicely drawn tattoos. Random coloured papers.

One sleep-deprived cookie.

Spot what's different, and I will FedEx you a chocolate chip cookie. You CANNOT answer because you were there with me!




The three tattoos. Nicely drawn. Welsh word for music. The heart on my sleeve. Love and the Egyptian symbol of life.


This is what my room looked like after I was done at 5:30AM this morning. You didn't see the rest of the stuff on my bed. Yes, David was on the floor, serenading me and making me bawl like a baby at times. I sat next to the rubbish bin, in front of the closet. That was the only available spot that my ass could fit in.

"What just happened here?"
"A hurricane just passed by my room and blew everything away"
"I suppose this hurricane's name was Hurricane Cookie?"
"Oh yeah"

So yeah, that is how my TV boyfriend made me artistic.

He is amazing.
First, he helped with my culinary skills.
Now, he helped with my artistic abilities.

Boyfriend, you should be proud.


Today, after handing in the majestic work of art, I met up with mate to celebrate her post-exam celebration.

And we wore the SAME shirt. We just laughed. We somewhat had a feeling the other was going to wear the shirt today.

The mother actually laughed when I told her that we wore the same shirt and wondered if people actually thought we were wearing uniforms.

We were too busy talking about...things...to notice other people's thoughts.

Somehow, she keeps me sane and tolerates my ramblings.


I tried the hankie-hanging-out-of-my-backpocket look today with my infamous tie-belt.

Guess what?

It failed. Haha.

*****

I swear this is just too adorable.

David Cook and David Putty, Michael Johns' puppy.

I love the fact that they both have got the same facial expression on.

Boyfriend. Stop it. Stop being so wonderful.


Currently watching:
Sharp-Dressed Man - David Cook and ZZ Top.

Every girl's crazy for a sharp-dressed man.

You'll always be the one that got away.

Okay, so this morning I managed to speak to my wonderful best friend in Russia.

And guess what she told me?

She told me that the venue of the UEFA Champions League final was RIGHT BEHIND HER HOSTEL.

AND...

She took a photo with Petr Cech.

0_0

She supports Manchester United. And she takes a picture with MY goalie.


Do you know how insanely jealous I am of her right now?

*****

I want to talk to you about my TV boyfriend.

I don't care if I promised to shut up about him.

I really don't care.

Oooh, cupcakes!

Because he makes me happy.
He is my muse.

He is worth my time. Even if he is *coughs* dating someone *coughs*.

Like I said, he is my TV boyfriend. Who needs a real-life boyfriend when I have him?

Ah well, you can choose not to come here until I stop being obsessed about him or until I find a real-life boyfriend.

I won't stop, you know me. If you don't know me by now, you should be ashamed of yourself.


Just too adorable.


Boyfriend, you are just precious.


Quote of the week:
"You know what happened? I plopped myself in front of the TV at my brother's place today at 6PM. My sister-in-law told me that American Idol is over. I so forgot about that"
"Hahaha! Oh goodness, that's hilarious!!!"
"Oh my God, my life is officially over. I have nothing to stare at now"

And you thought I'd be having post-Idol withdrawal syndrome.

Pfft.


I better get back to work with my assignment. Shall show you the outcome later.

Currently listening to:
The Letter - Carly Smithson and Michael Johns.

I just wanna fly.

Yesterday morning, I was late for class.

I was yelled at for being late, when in truth, I wasn't the one who was late.

They were too happy yelling at me that they forgot to give me my pocket money.

Way to start your morning, eh?

I was walking and started feeling annoyed and everything else thrown in, when I inhaled the air though, all I wanted to do was cry.

The air smelt like Wisconsin.

No, the air wasn't polluted. Wisconsin air was lovely to breathe in.

A sudden pang of sadness hit me.

I want to go back to Wisconsin.




Every time May and June come around, this happens. I miss those moments there.

I want to walk on the Golden Gate Bridge, this time until the end and back.


What do I want for my 21st birthday?
A tattoo.
A fedora.
A ticket to Wisconsin or Los Angeles (So that I can be converted into Scientology HAHAHA! You know I am just kidding).

Other than that, I have turned boring and uninterested.

Oh wow. You, shocked? Don't be.

Look out, baby because here I come.

I actually typed out a few posts, but they're all saved as drafts because I don't want them to be published yet due to some inexplicable reasons.

Sorry, I haven't been in the best of moods of late. I have been having nightmares, I'm too afraid to fall asleep lately.

*****

I swore I cried when I saw Kimi Raikkonen's car hit the back of Adrian Sutil's Force India car.
I was highly impressed with the way Adrian Sutil drove last night, he was up to fourth!
And to see him tear up after missing what could have been 5 valuable points...my goodness.
I felt like my heart was stabbed and sliced into pieces.

But, yay Lewis! After what happened, he won.

Two out of my three favourites won.

I shouldn't feel sad.

*****

SACKED.

Thank you.

Now let Jose go back to Chelsea so that I can stalk him when they come to KL in July, please.

*****

I have been busy doing things. I was trying to find a muse for my Human Personality assignment.

I was going to be absolutely lazy and decided to stick papers and pictures on my art block.

I am getting lazier now. Wow, what a shocker.
*rolls eyes*

Just because I have mastered the art of making chocolate chip cookies (or the art of loving thy kitchen), it doesn't mean I've found my creativity bone too.

BUT.

I have found my muse.

His name is David Cook.

*hears groans*

Shut up, I say!


No, I am not drawing his face! Oh my goodness, didn't I tell you I have no creativity bone in my body? Have you not been paying attention to me AT ALL?
Shame on you.


And uh, writing and pasting pictures all over his pretty face?
You must be joking. Why in the world would I do that? I am not crazy!



You'll see soon enough. I'll show it to you soon enough. After Friday. Haha.


I'll give you a hint.

I don't know anybody in this room and I'm not wearing pants.

Hahaha, you know this!

*****

My father is so random.

I started ranting to my parents about how this particular group who believe that the school uniform is too sexy (yeah, I know...WTF) were also the same people who thought Gwen Stefani's sense of dressing is too sexy (yeah, again, WTF...my mother thinks Gwen Stefani isn't that sexy).

Then suddenly, he talks about watching the TV after the news. He said he was watching some video clips, and then he saw one that really caught his attention.

"The song was really nice, I like the beat"
"Who was it?"
"Rihanna or something"
*stares at mother*
*stares at me*
"Umbrella?"
"NO! THAT SONG IS AWFUL! It's some Don't Stop the Music or something"
*starts laughing hysterically*
"Eh that's the song David sang right?"
*nods and continues laughing*

(You see, we were thinking that he was going to complain about how sexy the artiste's dressing was...he built up the story to a climax...then he goes and says "I like that Don't Stop the Music song". Way to ruin my expectations, uncle)

Great, now the image of my father watching the hipshaking version of that song is etched in my mind.

I need to get it out.


Currently listening to:
Get Ready - American Idol top 12 group medley.

Laugh at the words 'magic rainbow' and you'll see one.

I promised to shut up about David Cook, right?

Well, I am going to break it.

*hears boos all over the place*

Oh, shut up, you lot.


This was just too amazing to not talk about here. I went out to run some errands today, and on my last errand...I looked up into the sky only to see the strangest rainbow I've ever seen in my life.

I was unsure so I asked the mother about it.
"Is that a rainbow?"
"Yeah, it is"
"It's a beautiful one"

At that point, I thought of you and our little conversation about the cheesy coronation song David had to sing.
"Seriously? He dances to cheesy group medleys, and he's singing about a magic rainbow now! What next?"
"PRANCING PIXIES!"

I swear if you weren't so cute, I'd slap you.


So yeah, the cheesy coronation song which he managed to sing wonderfully, The Time of My Life, has the the line "Waiting for that magic rainbow on the horizon" in it. Yes, go on, laugh. You know you want to.

As soon as I saw that rainbow, I yelled "MAGIC RAINBOW!" loudly without thinking. If it were a normal-looking rainbow, I wouldn't have said it.




(I rotated the last pic, by the way)

This was anything but normal. It was around the sun. Just beautiful.

"Make a wish!"

I don't remember what I wished for, but it's something which is not related to David Cook. Honest.


Maybe we should laugh more at the "magic rainbow" line if we want to see something as beautiful and magnificent as a rainbow.

All I am saying is that when you appreciate the little things in life, that is when you truly will learn to love the greater things out there.

Half a tub. Just like you said.

Let it be clear that I LOVE MY CHELSEA BOYS.

I DO NOT HATE JT FOR MISSING.
I DO NOT HATE NICOLAS ANELKA EITHER.
I DO STILL HATE MAN UNITED BUT CONGRATULATIONS. I am the bigger person, thank you.
I AM PROUD OF MY BOYS.
I LOVE CHELSEA FC. ONCE A BLUE, FOREVER A BLUE.

I have been crying since last night to the point my blood pressure kept dropping, it scared the hell out of my Scouser.

I barely got any sleep either.

I was pretty much screaming or crying the whole morning.

My stomach wasn't being kind to me either. I was basically in and out of the loo for the whole day.

Panic attack? Something I ate? Pregnant?
NO.

Just gastric, I guess.


So, I watched the Idol finale and I think this was the best finale EVER.

I got too excited and started screaming my head off, my mother thought something happened. Mike Myers was hilarious. Seriously made my morning.

The performances were brilliant too! Somewhere along the way, we started yelling "MAVID!!!" and "CFM LOOK OMG!". It was insane.

I had the laptop on and chatted with Renny and mate and my God, it was fun.

So what happened in the end?

Guess who won?

Hint: I love him.

Squint hard enough and you'll see he wears his heart on his sleeve. You know what I mean.

Yes, world. Boyfriend won it and I was in tears. Pumping my fists in the air and practically dancing.

I would like to thank Andrew Cook for introducing us to David, if it weren't for him, we wouldn't really know how wonderful David is.


535 votes yesterday for 5 hours from me. It mattered, because he beat Archie by 12 million votes.


TOTAL CFM MOMENT.




Mushy boy. Stop doing that. You make me cry too! Is it me or does he remind you of Toby Rand?

Whoa, I can officially say I have powerful tearducts. I am stoked and crying tears of joy.


Good job to Archie too.
*applauds little David*


This should have also happened in Moscow, preferably with blue confetti.

Oh well. There you have it. The end of the ramblings of David Cook. I thank all of you for bearing with my incessant rambling and public declaration of love for my boyfriend for the last 4 months.

Bye for now.

It's the world I know.

Dear David Cook,

Oh God. How do I even begin?

Thank you for singing those two songs I've been DYING to hear you sing on the show. Especially the U2 song.

I don't care how you were thrown under the bus by everyone. You know in my heart that I love you.

My mother asked me "What do you think of his personal song choice?". I told her, with tears in my eyes, that "It's the perfect song for him. He wanted to do this song last week, but you know what? I am so glad he did it today".

When you sang The World I Know, I lost it completely and broke down in tears, because I wanted to hear you sing that for the last two weeks. I cried like a baby. Yes, I do know that I am 20, no need to remind me of how old I am.

No one, apart from Ryan Star, has that kind of an effect on me.

Thank you for making me fall in love with everything about you. Your personality, your voice, your smirk, your chameleon-eyes, your tattooes, your guitar with the initials on them, your stupid sense of humour, your wit and nerdiness, and yes, your tummy *cringes*.

You made me confront things I have been hiding inside for the last 8 years.
You cheered me up and pushed me to tears, when my blood pressure sank to the floor.
You made me laugh at the lamest joke I have heard in my entire life. Now I can't even watch Pirates of the Carribean without thinking of you and laughing.
You showed me that you ARE definitely versatile-vocally and that you can dance.
You proved that a real man cries and wears his heart on his sleeve.

You changed me.

I love how you said this show is about progression. And frankly speaking, you have progressed A LOT.
You have progressed in looks.
You have progressed in choosing the songs you sing.
You have progressed into this man who touches people in strange ways.

I hate love you for that.


I don't care the outcome of tomorrow's results.

Okay, fine, I lied. You caught me red-handed.

If you don't win, I will be devastated.

But it is okay.

You are sempiternally immaculate in my eyes.

You are MY American Idol.

I love you, David Cook.

Thank you for making me hooked, line and sinker for this season of American Idol for the first time in many years.

Very much in love with you,
-me-


Currently listening to:
The World I Know - Collective Soul.

Hope still lingers on.


It's a good thing I resent make-up, otherwise you would see a mascara-stained face in front of you all due to the tears.

Where did you hide yourself?

I am in college while I update this. My modem is still dead. I blame David Archuleta, Bill Gates and the powers that be of TM for killing my modem at the most crucial point of my life because I need to find journals and notes and vote for my Cookie.

A lot has happened in the last few days but I have no time to elaborate. This is just a gist of it, anyways.

I need a haircut.
I bought red shoes.
I made MORE cookies.
I need to lose weight.
I spent three good days watching the AI season marathon instead of researching journals (which wasn't entirely my fault, you know).


Anyways, would you like to hear a sexy chipmunk sing?



Even for a chipmunk he sounds like sex brilliant.


My oh my, boyfriend. Look how you have grown from the auditions until now. Sigh. I want the red faux-hawk back, please?


I cannot wait for Thursday. CHAMPIONS LEAGUE IS OURS, BABY!

Oh, I told my mother a joke.
"What box cannot be lifted?"
"Don't know...voice box ah?"
"No"
"Tell me quick!"
"Penalty box"
-.-"
"Eh at least my joke is funnier than David's pirate joke, right? Admit it!"
"It's funnier, but I still think your joke is stupid"
-.-'

Okay, that was random. I'll be off to download notes now. Toodles!

Let me just say...

No, my absence from the virtual world was not due to the fact I was watching the American Idol Season 7 three-day marathon.

It was because of the powers that be in TM have conspired with Bill Gates and David Archuleta against me to screw up my Internet connection by killing my modem.


Because of the untimely death of my modem, I had no way of talking to anyone online or download my notes/journals and get my work done.

As a result, I spent the last three days in front of my TV, watching American Idol reruns and falling in love with my boyfriend who (as every Ah Beng, Ali and Anand knows, I forgot his name right after his audition) is sempiternally immaculate.


Boyfriend ah, my mother likes you better now. You should be happy that a 62-year-old lady thinks you're gorgeous and you deserve to win.

*shuts up*


Don't miss me so much, if in case you need to talk to me, you know how to find me. Pick up the phone and vote call me.

Toodles!

I don't wanna fall asleep.

Sometimes, all it takes is one text to make you forget how screwed up people can be sometimes.

The studio version reminded me of someone I used to love. The original one always tugged my heart.

Thank you for this morning, I love you. The song perfectly summed up the three hours.

*****

I am convinced the mother has a crush on my boyfriend.

After watching his homecoming video and saying how thin his younger brother is and what a mensch he is for remembering his teacher, she went to the kitchen and I went to my room.

Then she comes into my room to go to the balcony and take the clothes in and she sits at the edge of my bed.

And then she spoke the words of wisdom.
"I have a strong feeling your David will win next week"

Yes, folks. You heard it here first.

My mother has a crush on David Cook.

She is no longer a David Archuleta fan.

I have successfully turned her into a Cookie fan.

I have the power. My life mission is complete. I am so proud.

*****

I'll be away for a while. I need to get my life in check. I haven't been the happiest of gits of late. I forgot to take my happy pills, sorry for being such a grumpy person. I am sorry if I annoyed you lot with my grumblings.

I know why I am so annoyed but I choose not to talk about it here because I don't want to make people feel sad for me or the likes.

I am not one to be pitied on.

*****

Innocent dreams are actually wolves in sheep's clothing.

It's what you do to me.

I am still grumpy, thanks very much for asking.

The whole day has been awful. I shall not talk about it because I don't want to.

My saving graces?

01. Cookie's new fan.
THE MOTHER.
*cue dramatic music*

"Oh goodness, David looks very gorgeous and handsome today!"
"I love the shirt he's wearing!"
"He was the best of the night!"
"He sounds brilliant!"
"He's such a sweetheart and his mum is so pretty!"
"Why is he sniffing? Is he having a cold or is he crying?!"

HAHAHAHA! She has a crush on my boyfriend! Oh God. This is too funny. She didn't even mention anything about Archie tonight (which is strange, because she loves him to bits because he's so cute to her).

02. David Roland Cook and everything he did today (yes, everything including the sort of stupid pirate joke he did today...I can't believe I laughed at that and the arm motion).

03. This.




What I wouldn't give to be his guitar? Or even the microphone?

*tells self: Shut up, woman! Get a bloody life!*

Why are you such a mensch?
"Cookie is the boy I'd bring home to meet my mother, Xanne. Seriously"

I have the power to influence my friends and my own mother to love my boyfriend.

I've got the power! Whee!!!

Currently listening to:
The Hours In Between - Michael Johns.

I'm not saying that it's right...


One more week to seeing Islands in the Stream. Haha. I can tell YOU can't wait.

This happened much too soon.

I hate myself. I don't know why I feel like there is a need for perfection in everything I do.

Even the way my room is arranged has to follow some kind of order. I can tell if something was removed from its premises. I am quite meticulous when it comes to little things like where that particular tube of lotion is kept in my dressing table.

I don't know why I am vain either. No one is ever going to look at the massive being that sits on my left arm which is called a keloid. So why in the name of holy dreadlocks do I need to be jabbed incessantly to flatten it?

We do the most ridiculous things to impress every Ali, Ah Beng, and Anand that we know, so that we feel good about ourselves.

We dye our hair pink.
We wear contacts with pictures of the Big Ben.
We pierce random body parts.

We say it's a fashion statement, it's a matter of whether you stand out in a crowd or not.

Why is it so important to give in what people expect of you? Can't we just be happy with the way we look at ourselves in the mirror the first thing in the morning?


I am sorry, I am just grumpy. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and people have been rubbing me the wrong way the whole day. Save a certain few people.



He makes me feel even more screwed up than I already am.


The only highlight of my screwed up day was the lunch with mate because she would listen to my stupid ramblings of David, Michael and Chelsea because no one else cares.

Yeah, I better go now. I need to calm down and think happy thoughts.

Possible candidate, yeah.

Honestly, you have no idea how hard it is to refrain myself from breaking into a big grin whenever I hear THAT song, because it reminds me of all the random sexually-inappropriate conversation we'd have.

22nd May, 2008 would be an important date for me for two reasons:
01. UEFA Champions League final.

My Chelsea boys are up against Man United. I am hoping for a repeat of the FA Cup final this time around. After watching the Man United players lift the Premier League title again for the 10th time, I so badly want my boys to win the Champions League trophy. Just once, we've come so close to being in the finals for the last three times and faltered. I love my boys, I didn't cry for them last night, despite the fact I tapped my fingers onto the table quite a lot while watching the match. But to finish second after all the shit that has happened to us? Hey, that's not so bad.

And I am so thankful JT is going to be okay for the Champs League match. I hope our rocky Riccy Carvalho is fit too.

This could be our year.

02. American Idol season 7 finale.

Best pic of David Cook. Ever.

Quite frankly, I want David Cook to win so badly. I know I talk about him incessantly-lah, but you must remember that I adore him to bits (also, this is my blog and I can choose to write about him until the cows come home).

I can't imagine David Archuleta winning it. He sounds bland and boring. He can only sing ballads. Not really a bad thing, but, seriously. I WANT VARIETY. I can never get why the judges slobber all over him when he conveniently forgets his lyrics TWICE and cracks his voice in the middle of a song?


I sort of like the shirt he's wearing.

If you've seen David Cook sing, holy mother of toe socks! Goosebumps okay? The best thing he's ever done was change the arrangements of Hello, Billie Jean and Always Be My Baby (which is, by far, the best and most memorable performance of him I've seen), albeit being called a copycat for Billie Jean.


Ma, really. I want to marry him.

And have you seen him sing Music of the Night? If you only know how I felt when I heard him sing the studio version. I wasn't listening to the sexy rocker David I fell in love with. It was a sexy soft side of him I've never heard of before. It tugged every string of my heart and I couldn't help smiling to myself as I was being serenaded by him.

*cue the Scouser's trademark statement: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WOMAN, THERE IS MORE TO LIFE THAN DAVID COOK, LIKE STEVEN GERRARD AND THE MANSLUT!"*

I could list down the reasons why I adore him and want to see him win it all, but I wouldn't want to be seen as slobbering all over him. As it is, this entry is only showing me slobbering all over him to a lesser extent.

But oh, he works wonders with the cameras. Have you seen the wolf prowl?

*ka-thud*

See? Sexy, yes?

I can never understand how in the world did he go from the guy with the red faux-hawk (whose name I conveniently forgot right after the auditions...right, major epic fail on my end) to this somewhat sempiternally immaculate human being in just *counts* three months?

I mean. LOOK!

I remembered the red faux-hawk, okay? Cut me some slack.


Oh. My. Holy. Boxers. The moment I told my mother I needed to marry him (I told mate I wanted to marry him when he confessed to being a 'word nerd' during the Top 20 where he did All Right Now...she replied me with -.-'...HAH! SEE! NOW YOU THINK HE'S A ORGASM-INDUCING SEX GOD!).


I loved the fact he got himself a haircut here.


HATE THE HAIR. THE FRONT PART OF IT. The mini faux-hawk came back so it wasn't so bad. But bleh...guys, stay away from the straightening iron, please. It's so bloody wrong to see a guy (ab)use the iron to make their hair straight. It's like a cardinal sin of matters pertaining to the mane.


And he loves Michael Johns! I love Michael Johns too!


Andrew and David Cook. We call them the Cookies. Hahaha!


Young David with his previous band, Axium.


I love the caption of the shirt. Now I miss Wisconsin like you cannot imagine. It's spring there now. I miss the Farmer's Market where the pregnant mommies would get their bellies painted and where the friendly jam spread seller would talk about his friend in Kuching. Honestly, best jam I've ever tasted. Hands down.

MA, SEND ME TO WISCONSIN! *wails*

I sound like a rabid fangirl now. So I should probably just shut up and get ready for class tomorrow.

You can hear me say...

that Operation Chocolate Chip Cookies was a success.

Well, almost. 7 cookies were burnt. Hahaha. That's not bad, since I made close to 140 cookies. Wah, rather ambitious for someone who's not even doing ANY kind of work in the kitchen, don't you think?

The brother ate about 8 cookies.
"What prompted this change?" he asked in a rather mocking and surprised tone.

I was half tempted to say "It's David Cook day and this is how I'm celebrating!".

But that answer was a BIG lie, so I told him the truth.
"Every time I have a semester break, I always say I want to bake cookies, but I never have the chance to do it. I decided to do the cookies today"

He said it was good for a first attempt, but the shape was a little off. Hey, my cookies are nicely-shaped okay?

When he first stepped into the house after work, I rushed out of the kitchen and gave him a cookie.
"Try it"
"You made cookies?"
"Yes"
"I'm trying to think of the risks"
-.-"
Damn insurance people.

He ate it and pretended to faint (ala David Cook during the Day Tripper performance).

Well, the good thing was that he said it was good, so I am happy.


My lovely eejit called and asked "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, ARE YOU MAKING COOKIES TO CELEBRATE DC'S DAY?". Yes, she was shouting those words at my ears.

"No, you random screaming fool, I'm not baking them for him"

To which my Scouser decide to conveniently interrupt and say "Did you know that 10 minutes into making the cookies and she's already cut her finger? With the aluminium foil that wraps the chocolate bar?".

All she could say to me was "Major epic fail on your part, Xanne". I could see her shake her head in disbelief.

You would also be quite surprised to know that yours truly here used a spoon instead of her hands to roll the dough.

As we do not have an oven in our house (We had TWO, but my parental units are awesomely generous, so they gave them both away! WTF!), we had to use this pan which allows you to bake cookies (it sort of acts like an oven). 15 balls for 25 minutes. We only started baking the cookies at around 7PM. We were officially done with the dough at 2AM this morning.

Total chocolate chip cookies made: 135.
Total cookies given away to family friend: 12.
Total cookies eaten by the brother: 8.
Total cookies eaten by the mother and myself: 10.
Total cookies left: 105.

I consider Operation Chocolate Chip Cookies a success.

I feel accomplished right now. I am extremely proud of myself.

I guess this is THE achievement of the year for me.
*beams*

Currently listening to:
Therapy - Axium.

It's therapy for me to wear my heart on my sleeve...


Have I told you how much I love David Cook's music pre-American Idol?

I actually wrote a nice long post to celebrate David Cook day yesterday, but I decided to not continue with it. I have my reasons.

One day more to madness.

Just let the music play.

Guess what?

I danced with a mop and a broom last night! Seriously, it was actually fun to dance with the broom while listening to the studio version of Hungry Like the Wolf (especially when your best friend starts howling at the said line).


Oh I am baking chocolate chip cookies now!

Be proud of me and stop insulting me. Or mock my usefulness in the kitchen.

I got to go now! Putting another tray in now! I'll let you know how they tasted!

She hit the floor.

Excuse my stupid entry yesterday, I was "being a pansy like the gayboy" (quoting my beloved Scouser).

The jab actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It didn't hurt as much as I expected it to, but it hurt anyway.

The doctor casually looked at the keloid and said at the most, I needed to come for another two visits. I winced as he got the needle out of the keloid and asked "So I have to come again next month?" while making weird faces at him.

As if on cue, my doctor sensed my discomfort of having to face needles.
"Yes. To tell you the truth I hate giving people injections, but I can't help it, I have to"

That comforted me a little and it reminded me of what my annoying Scouser said to me when I was panicking.
"Woman, stop being a pansy like Ronaldo ah? It's not the doctor's fault he's giving you a jab. It's his job. Plus YOU asked for the treatment, so it's YOUR fault"

Awesome morale booster, no?


I found the materials for the wedding already. A red one and the other is green.

Surprise, surprise. No blue. Be proud for me-lah, you eejit.


I bought a new Chelsea FC tee and the father got himself an Arsenal tee.
Then, last night, the mother comes into my room and tells me this.
"You know that old man wants me to have the T-shirt because he wants me to be an Arsenal fan"

OMG HAHAHAHA! I thank God that I didn't spit out my yoghurt at the laptop. So hilarious.

*****

I am going to do something completely inappropriate. Forgive me.


Seriously, how can you NOT have thoughts looking at THIS pic?
*mind wanders off somewhere else*


I dislike this hairstyle. Boys should always stay far, far away from the straightening iron. Yes, even David Cook isn't exempted from this rule, no matter how sempiternally immaculate he is.


He's got really pretty eyes for a boy. See, it looks brown here!


Oh yes, just SEXY.


Such artistic genius.


I still think he did AWESOME tonight. I don't care what people say about the songs he did, I think he nailed it.

Out of the 500 songs the contestants had to pick from, I picked 30 possible songs that he'd sing.

And guess what? Both the songs he sang were on the list.

For the first time, I correctly predicted his songs (Music of the Night doesn't really count, we said it was going to be something from The Phantom of the Opera).

You're not the only one who's psychic! Hah!

Okay, I just fainted watching this. Watch from 0:09-0:15 (trust me, you won't regret it).



Oh my holy toe socks. I just peed in my pants thanks to the hotness. That was just fucking hot. DAVID, WHY IN THE NAME OF HASH BROWNS DID YOU NOT DO THIS WHEN YOU PERFORMED? I WOULD HAVE MELTED INTO A STICKY PUDDLE OF MESS!!!


I still think the other David looks like he's 10. I am serious, because as far as I am concerned, the only 17-year-old boy I fancy looks hotter and more mature than Archie does (I'm talking about Gareth Bale).

Cookie shall be safe tomorrow. I know of it.