I used to have an answer to everything.

I don't even want to talk to you because you know me too well.

You only know me like what? 7 years?

I hate you for knowing when I am lying.
I hate you for causing the fights between us which you will win.
I hate you for making me want whatever happened in the past to continue sempiternally.

I hate you.

I never want to speak to you.


Saying 'I love you' to you is so trite since it has been uttered so many times before this when we used to hold hands and draw doodles on my books and make fun of each other. Especially with what happened between us the last few days, those words can't be said anymore.

I'm lost in a crowd.

Dear trusty Vicks Inhaler,

I love you. Where have you gone to?

Please come back. You are very much my fix of crack when my immune system is down.

Very much suffering from constant sniffing and sneezing like a whale,
-TTG-

*****

My arm hurts no thanks to the keloid jab. I whimpered a little when he stabbed jabbed me with that tiny needle -.-'

I'm walking around my house with a bottle of 100PLUS in hand and a strip of KoolFever plastered across my forehead.

And I'm pretty sure I twisted my left knee and strained a couple of muscles along the way while getting out of the car.


Life is beautiful, I tell you.

Straddle the line, in discord and rhyme

Warning: This post contains profanities and excessive rants about stupid people. If you are under 17 and feel queasy about profanities, you know what button to click.

If there is one thing I cannot stand currently, it would be wolf-whistling.

Or cat calls. Or anything that is equivalent.

Why does it annoy the hell out of me?
Because I find it absolutely offensive and rude.

See, if you want to call someone (especially me), DO NOT FUCKING WHISTLE.

My mother gave me a name so use it please. Even if you pronounce my name wrongly, I will not hate you.

Say you don't know my name, call me 'Miss'. Not 'kakak' okay? I will kick you.

BUT FOR GOD'S SAKE, DO NOT WHISTLE/TAP THE TABLE/SNAP YOUR FINGERS WHEN YOU ARE CALLING ME!

I cannot stand it. Even when my mother taps her fingers on the table to call me, I start ranting like a mad woman.

The rudest thing I've ever seen is when someone starts snapping their fingers when they want to get their attention. Oi, don't you think those people deserve some amount of respect? You treat them like dirt and they might be less than hospitable with you. Trust me, the horrors of knowing people who work in the food industry and the things they do when they have customers from hell is one good reason to be nice to them.


And you know how when a guy sees a girl and he starts whistling at her?

DO NOT EVER FUCKING DO THAT TO ME.

I will give you the finger. No joke.

I was walking back to college after buying a drink when this van passes me by and the driver looks out of the window and looked at me with a smug grin across his face.

And then he stops.

I had a half a mind to turn around and use the other route back to college.

But I walked on. I have a right to take that route and that sad story of a man can't stop me.

Guess what the fucker did?

He whistled at me.

I ignored him and he kept on doing it.

Middle fingers, as if on cue, comes alive and stays upright.

Excuse me, I find it so degrading when a man does that.

What am I, a piece of meat? An object of your lust? Not a person with some degree of dignity?

Didn't your mother teach you manners? You're such a disappointment and disgrace to your family, you know?

I am no juicy piece of meat (woman, if you value your life, it's best if you kept your lips sealed). So when you ogle and whistle at me, it makes me feel embarrassed and stripped of any kind of dignity I have in me.

So don't ever whistle at me unless you want the finger.

*****

My mother is too funny.

"Wake up!"
"I'm up already"
"Germany beat Turkey 3-2"
"I know...Sylvien texted me"
"Oh she did?"
"Yeah, and she always feels like she's talking to a wall when she's watching the match and I'm fast asleep. I feel like a bad friend"
"Haha"
"You know Turkey played really well, they should be proud"
"You know what Sylvien said about the match?"
"No. What?"
"She said there was a blackout in the stadium"
"Really?"
"Yeah"
"It's such a shame that they weren't wearing glow-in-the-dark jerseys like the Chelsea ones. They could pass to one another and trick the opponents"
*dies laughing on the bed*
"Why are you laughing? I'm being serious, okay?"

And you wonder why I am quite random.

*****

I think I am going to have a fever.

No, no. Not Cookie fever-lah. I may be madly in love with the man, but I don't think the Cookie fever has continued past May 21st.

I have a flu right now. I've been sneezing non-stop the whole day.

Magic rainbows don't help cure the flu, do they?

Make me fall for you, as if I had nothing else to do.

I'm listening to Back For Good and you were the first person I thought about.
You and your random car-slut jokes.

=)

*****

Have I told you that my friends are so random, they make my stomach hurt from too much laughing?

They're such funny people, I love them.

*****

I went to BookXcess for the first time and I acted like a kid in the candy store. OMG that place is like book heaven!

I tell you, not many people find joy in a good book.

Or random things like "Loving cougars is not a crime". Hahaha!

*****

How do you justify your reasons of respecting someone?

I mean, wouldn't it seem trite to list all the qualities you find admirable in a person you have great respect for?

Note that respect and liking could be two different things. You could like someone for who they are and respect them, and you could respect someone without liking them.

*****

Oh yes, never ever insult my Chelsea boys and criticise my judgments.

You don't tell me that Petr Cech is clumsy and call Edwin van der Sar awesome and top form.

I have half a mind to say "Eh you said he's on top form but Holland's out? How then?" but no, my mother taught me right and told me not to stoop that low.

And also I like those Dutch boys.

YOU have no right to make fun of my Slaven Bilic okay? He is ten thousand kinds of awesome that you will never be.

Oh and my underdog team, Turkey is in the semi-finals. HAH!

Hell hath no fury like a Chelsea fan scorned. You ought to know that by now.

*****

I make more sense when I have a headache and when I'm horribly cranky.

*****

If ever I ask you if I should cut my hair, kick me. Hard.

*hugs*
"Are you smelling my hair?"
"Yup"
"Oh"
"Promise you won't cut it short"
"Why?"
"Your hair frames your face perfectly and I just love seeing the way it covers your face when you're asleep"

Bugger, don't be a stalker-lah? Scary.

"And you look like a panda"

How nice of you to actually notice my eyebags.
Idiot.

*****

I finally get to curl up in bed comfortably.

Thank God for the miracles that are 2PM classes on Thursdays.

You're my experimental game.

You know how funny it is to hear the original version of Billie Jean now?
EXTREMELY.

I have been terribly cranky. I hate being cranky, but once you cut me off my sleep, expect me to be all grumpy.

You can take away almost anything...but do NOT take away my sleep time.

They woke me up at 9 last night and I couldn't sleep until 2:30 this morning. I woke up every half an hour.

AND I HAD CLASSES FROM 8-5:30!

You really know better than to take away sleep from a sleep-deprived sleep slut.

I have a headache now. I know I should sleep, but I need to study for my quiz tomorrow.

HOW TO STUDY IF MY HEAD IS POUNDING?


"Oi woman, never listen to Magic Rainbow the whole day, that's why cranky is it?"


To make me even crankier, there is no water in my house.
WTF-LAH.


Proper update when I get enough rest AND I feel less cranky.

Sex is sex, and love is love.

If I could do just about anything right now, I want to stab Cookie's boots and hear them scream in pain.

Yes, I have a full-hate relationship with pointy shoes. Ugly.

*****

I went 31 hours without sleep.
Yeah, I broke my own record. How awesome is that?

Had a wonderful 6 and a half hour's worth of sleep. Pure bliss.

UNTIL MY MOTHER WOKE ME UP TO SAY "PA SAYS TO GET UP AND EAT".

Pfft. I told her that if I don't wake up past 9PM, don't wake me up at all.

But no.

"I told auntie to come at 9 thinking you all would eat dinner at 8:30"
"I told ma that if I sleep beyond 9, don't wake me up for dinner"
"You don't want to eat?"
"I want to sleep!"

My father thinks that if I skip ANY meals or do not drink fruit juices after meals, I will die of malnutrition.

-.-'

Great. Now my sleep cycle is going to be horribly wonky.



Not much to talk about. Proper update when I am feeling less tired.
*yawns*

I'm glad that you came into my life.

I woke up this morning at 6:50AM (I had a replacement class at 9...WTF Saturdays are meant to be spent at home!) after reading text messages from mate that Croatia lost on penalties. Oh my heart and Slaven Bilic.

=(

Then I turned on the radio and flipped channels.
I got to RED 104.9 and guess what song put this biggest smile on my face?

Aiyah, not that Magic Rainbow-lah.

David Cook's studio version of ALWAYS BE MY BABY.

THE song.

I squealed, screamed, sang along and cried a little (I wasn't in a good mood to begin with).

I yelled at my wonderful Scouser who was happily asleep, saying random things like "YOU KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM? THIS IS LIKE THE SECOND TIME I'VE HEARD IN ON THE RADIO! OMG...ALWAYS BE MY BABY!!!".

I feel her pain sometimes, but she loves me. I can tell.


Does it absolutely scare you that I have ALL of his songs, pre-Idol and such?

Okay-lah not all. I discovered there are like another 10 songs (or more) that I need to actually complete my collection.


I have officially lost my mind.


Randomly, I read that Lampsy might move to Inter Milan. If he goes, good for him.

I ain't gonna cry, no, and I won't beg you to stay,
But if you're determined to leave, boy, I will not stand in your way.

Great. Everyone is just out to make me upset.


Well, with the exception of this person who has currently reduced me to acting like a complete fool in public.

Need I remind you of the 'how-to-fix-the-printer-to-the-laptop-without-the-plug' escapade to prove to you how much of an idiot he has reduced me to?


Currently listening to:
Last Request - Paolo Nutini.

Yeah, yeah, I know what most of you are thinking.
"OMG SHE'S NOT LISTENING TO MAGIC RAINBOW!"

Yes. I have other songs too, you know. Don't mock me.

Dear Monday, I can't wait for you come along because I need to rekindle my love affair with sleep.

I drink myself to new-found pity.

It's truly amazing how fast a face plastered with a hopeful smile can turn into a face filled with dejection and stained with tears.

I laugh at myself while the tears roll down.
It's the world I know.

That's the world I know.


No go for July 29. Apparently, it's 'not as classic as a proper EPL match' and that it is 'not worth paying money which is going to someone's greedy son-in-law', so 'wait til you get to the UK next year, then you can go and watch a proper match'.

So I am definitely going to miss this date. Anyone who's going, have fun for my sake. I will be happy just knowing you guys are having fun cheering my boys on.

Yeah, by all means, if you want to mock me...go ahead. I'm strong enough to take it. I've had worse, after all.

I need some distraction, oh beautiful release.

"Looking a pretty woman in the eye and convincing her I'm worth taking a chance on is different. It takes a specific brand of guts, and it's not the kind I have."

Oh wow. That is just...

For once, I am rendered speechless.


Excuse me while I go pick myself up off the floor.

I will call you up on a Saturday night.

Hello world.

I dyed my hair last week. And this is how my hair looks like right now.

Like a monkey only -.-'

I bought a pair of earrings today from my Business project.
-.- Never learn do you, woman?

KITTY MEOW HAS KITTY EARRINGS!


(that top is 9 years old, by the way)
I can wear my old tops, dating way back to when I was 11 (well, there's one jacket I have when I was 8 that I can still wear, but the sleeves are short haha).

I have big feet. They grow in the span of three weeks after buying a new pair of shoes. Damn it-lah, how now? No shoes for the big day.

Miss prospective future is a kilogramme lighter than me. This means I need to go on a diet.

I best be off now.

Toodles.

I'm not crazy.

If I die within the next few days, it's because I am surrounded by extremely inconsiderate people.

I need a dose of Magic Rainbow now.

Badly.


I WANT THIS WEEK TO END ALREADY!



Just in case I die over the course of the period of madness which is this week, I want you to remember me as the one who would never shut up about David 'sempiternally immaculate' Cook.

Heaven help us all.

NB: This is not TTG.

Yes, it is the Scouser, filling in for Roxanne (she has a strong affinity for that name for a very long time and for a very good reason too...ask her and she'll tell you) who is either too busy staring at David Cook OR busy doing her assignments.

Knowing her, I'd say it's the former.
*rolls eyes*

Just to let you know of the random things that happened yesterday.

The waiter at the restaurant was hitting on her. Well, she says he was being nice, I say he liked her.
She had originally contemplated buying a Sudoku puzzle book once we hit MPH, but her idea was strongly shot down by her mother, who in turn pulled out a crossword puzzle book and said "You should buy this, it's better and more useful for you".

I secretly think her mother is encouraging her to become more obsessed with a certain Mr. Cook, eventhough she yells at her for talking incessantly about him.

Anyways, if you see my dearest Roxanne, please tell her to STOP WAKING ME UP TO THE WORDS OF MAGIC RAINBOW! She yells 'GOOD MORNING!' at me when I'm not awake. Sleeping and napping! You know how irritating that is?!

In case you miss her, read all her earlier posts because:
(a) they're entertaining,
(b) you can make fun of her immense silliness,
(c) she is too damn funny and random.

She sends her regards and love.

I'm out of here.
-SL-

I will not stand in your way.

The last few days have been insane!

On Wednesday, I think I saw a dead body. I was in the car on the way home when I see a group of people on the side of the road looking rather anxious. I saw a silhouette of a man underneath an umbrella. I thought it was a worker taking a nap (since there was some construction work going on). I took a closer look from the car window, it was actually a man lying motionless, his eyes were wide open and not moving or blinking, and his mouth was dripping with blood. That just scared the living daylights out of me.


Thursday...what happened on Thursday? Oh yeah, Luiz Felipe Scolari was announced as the new Chelsea manager. There was no water in my housing area. Lucky for me, I could take a bath that morning. I had my quiz and came home and decided to dye my hair. Yes, we shall talk about that later. Then, as I was watching all the colour cascade down the sink, I put on the conditioner. And that's when the water begins to run out.

*water drips slowly*
*water supply dies*
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Like, really. Worst thing to ever happen when you're washing your hair.

So I ran from the master bedroom's bathroom to the other bathroom upstairs.

*water dies after 5 seconds*
"OHMYGOD NOT AGAIN!!!"

So I run to my room and throw on some clothes, while complaining to mate online (who somehow thought it was funny that I was complaining to her while I still have conditioner in my hair).

I ran to the bathroom downstairs, hoping that there would be some water. The shower had no water. But there was water coming out from the side tap. I spent like a good 30 minutes under the tap, trying to get my hair conditioner-free.

I have never seen my towel soaking wet before.

I watched the Croatia-Germany match with my dad and it was hilarious.
"I want Croatia to win"
"Cannot, they made England lose out*! Even though I think the manager is very handsome, you cannot support them"
"It's not a matter of whether I think the manager is handsome or not, it's about rooting for the underdogs!"

*I only said it because he usually is quite bitter about teams that beat England. I am not so bitter. My bitterness tastes strongest when I see Portugal.

And this was just funny.
*sees German manager*
"Eh that's Jose ah?"
*stares blankly*
"No-lah! That's the German manager, his name is Joachim Loew"
"Oh, looks very young"
"Yeah"
"He looks like he's under thirty. He looks good and dresses well"

Hahaha!

My mother was mean. She called my TV boyfriend a "small-time rocker".
"Your DC is a small-time rocker, not like Bo or Daughtry!"
"How dare you insult my TV boyfriend?"
"I am not talking to you! Hmmph, insult my boyfriend. HAH!"

Jealous, much?


Today, I had to go out to make some clothes, buy some stuff and get my keloid-shrinking jab. The last plan failed to materialise, because the doctor's office was closed. Apparently, some people *cough* my father *cough* forgot to check his operating hours on Fridays.

*going up the stairs to hell the doctor's office*
"Okay, there is no chance of me running down, because I'm in the middle of you two and you'd catch me if I try to escape"

Yeah, yeah. Pansy.

I saw a couple of skinny ties, but they were being sold at RM29.90 each! WTF. I need two.
Ugh, someone take me out to The Tie Shop now!


I am so tired. I need sleep. Tomorrow is going to be as taxing as today. I'll be out in my second home and the area surrounding it in the morning and I have a 21st birthday party to attend at night.

Viva la Espana! Go Oranje!


I have a confession, by the way.

I have a crush on this man.

His name is Slaven Bilic. He is the manager of the Croatian football team, a rockstar, has his own band called Rawbau, plays guitar, has a law degree; all of which make him almost incredibly endearing.

Why almost?

Bugger smokes-lah. WTF.

But he is ten kinds of awesome.

Go watch this video of their song for Croatia for the EURO 2008 campaign, Vatreno Ludilo.


No, I have not betrayed my TV boyfriend (you do realise he is called TV boyfriend for a reason, right?).

I'm just trying not to bore you to death about him because the majority of the people who read this dislike him.

On another random but related note to the picture above, I heard the studio version on the radio and I started squealing because I didn't expect to hear THAT song on the radio! Everyone and their cats know I love that version.

That just made my night.

Little things make me happy.

I ain't missing not a single thing.

I chickened out of today's keloid injection.

Not sure if you would consider fatigue as a valid reason to skip the injection.

Bloody pansy. Go marry that pansy gayboy-lah!

I've taken these jabs 4 times already and yet I still fear them.


Why in the name of the good cows are we so vain?


I need sleep and logic.

I need to study.


I'm taking a break from this for a while. So many things going on, such short time to talk about them all.

Edited [12.06.2008; 9:40AM]:
You know your brain has been eaten up when you watch the Portugal-Czech Republic match and yell:

"RICCY! WHY DIDN'T YOU PROTECT THE GOAL FOR PETR?"

I am officially the most retarded person on Earth.

Sigh, Petr. I love you no matter what people say (Clumsy? HAH!). I love Riccy and Paulo too.

I miss Tomas Rosicky. The Czech boys really miss their captain =(

My brain cells are dying faster than it's supposed to.


Edited [12.06.2008; 11:59AM]:
Luiz Felipe Scolari is the new Chelsea manager.

Oh well. Not really concerned, should be a good choice, albeit I dislike him quite a bit.

29th July. That is all.


And I have no water to bathe because the pipe near my housing area burst into a gugillion pieces.

Damn it.

Shoot me down, I'm at my prime.

It is official. I have turned into a complete fool because of one man.

I am going to sound like an inebriate monkey trying to make a paper plane.

Laugh at me for my growing stupidity. I know I had a good time making fun of myself.

Anyways, these two stories happened last Saturday.

Part 01:
In the morning while my parents and my brother and miss prospective future were out in town, I stayed back with my aunt and her daughter to study and do a bit of the movie review. And I had to fix the new printer to my laptop.

I fixed the printer to the USB port and inserted the installation CD and it was partially installed. It said to turn the printer on. I kept pressing the button but the light was not there. I tried this for an hour and nothing happened.

I went up and saw the plug. I took it down in hopes to see if it works with the plug.

What do you know? It worked!

I forgot to plug the plug to the socket. No wonder the thing didn't work.

"You just had a major blonde moment. You noob"


Part 02:
So at about 9PM I wanted to print something and the thing kept saying the ink was not there. I put the ink there already and it says I didn't?

Curse you, new printer.

Then I realised that the place where you ARE supposed to actually put the cartridges in were empty.

Oh yeah. Major blonde moment again.

But wait! There's more!
(why the heck do I sound like I belong on one of those Smartshop adverts?)

Then I tried pushing the cartridge in and when I thought I successfully did it, the thing kept saying that there's no ink.

I gave up and decided to print my stuff upstairs.

But somehow I decided to give it one more try.

I pushed the cartridges in right to the end.

What do you know? It worked.

After one hour, I realised that I did it the wrong way.

I can officially use my printer now.


Yes, you are now allowed to laugh at me and my stupidity, for which I blame the rapid rate my brain cells are experiencing cell death.

Which are all caused by one man.

"I told you, he is turning you into a bumbling fool. Before this, you were just a fool. Now you're worse!"

Damn you, random man. It's just half a year and you have teased me incessantly.

I got excited hearing Magic Rainbow (I know what the song is called, I just want to call it that!) twice in the same hour. I squealed like a kid who saw the last unicorn. She thinks I have no chance in hell to be saved by anyone.

What the heck, I get excited by the words "Magic Rainbow". I am seriously wonky upstairs.

You should be banned and exiled. Stupid bugger.


Random note: I learnt that my name means 'fame' and 'friend'. Hahaha!

There is no four leaf clover, try again.

Today was fucking awful.

Yes, be surprised. I swore.

I don't want to talk about it.

I am skipping dinner because I am not a happy camper.

The low blood pressure symptoms are back. Oh joy.

I cried too much in one day. I had a breakdown. Wah, I sound human for once-lah kan?
*roll eyes*


Listening to this song just hit me. I never paid much attention to it, it wasn't one of my favourite songs.

But today, I realised how this song is exactly the summary of my fucking feelings today.

Hold - Axium
Takes a number, stands in line
'cause he doesn't feel like himself
And he's always played the wallflower
just cared for a sense of self
He plays on in spite of everything
disillusioned by his right
What makes it all go away
when you can't put up a fight, can't put up a fight?

Oh, but it's okay to breathe
your worries away
when everything and everyone try to lead you astray
Hold your own, hold your ground,
hold to life when you're down,
and always believe that there's a way back home

She's waiting on the answer,
a way to let them know
The thought of someone else inside her,
and the fear begins to grow
Warm tears feed dry hands
as she falls to the ground
It's strange how sadness presents itself
when there's no one around,
there's no one around

Oh, but it's okay to breathe
your worries away
when everything and everyone try to lead you astray
Hold your own, hold your ground,
hold to life when you're down,
and always believe that there's a way back home.


Judge me all you want. But you want to know something?
We're all fucking actors in a play on a stage.

Don't you dare think you are higher than me because between you and me, there's not much of a difference really.

We are all innocent.

That was when I ruled the world.

I know once I leave for the UK next year, I'd miss my mother the most.

Here's why.

01. My father and brother were discussing about maps while the TV3 news was going on. I was having dinner and they showed an Ayamas advertisement with a Malay version of Happy Together. I started laughing loudly and looked at my mother and said "This SO reminds me of David!" and she just laughed with me. We started singing Happy Together at the top of our lungs in front of my dad and I think he had no words for us. Haha. SO HAPPY TOGETHER...

02. We always make fun of my father when he is not around us. We'd be doing our most hilarious *glee* face on and we'd laugh.
"You know this old man ah, ALWAYS needs someone with him!"
"I was supposed to be studying for my exams and look what he says! 'I need someone to put the glue for me while I stick it on the paper since my hands are dirty!'. What in the world, my guitar assignment also my hands were dirty and I did it by myself!"
"Men are lazy"
*glee face*
*glee face*

03. Last night, she was using the desktop outside my room and the Windows Messenger on that was switched on. So, I started sending her messages.
"Makcik...go and sleep-lah"
"Ma! Go to bed!"
*after 3 minutes*
"You go and sleep first. I'll come in 10 minutes"
"Don't be funny with me. Go to bed!"
"Why aren't you in bed?"
"I am scanning something"
"Oh okay. Nitey nite"
"Good night"
"I love you"
"Huhuhu"

Really-lah, WTF is 'huhuhu'? I can see future MSN convos like this. "Why haven't you gone to bed?!".

04. My bed was so messy so I roomed with her. And I was fast asleep when she came in.
"Someone ah, come and sleep in my room and uses my blanket without asking me if I want to use it or not. She has her own blanket but she is using mine"
*mumbles incoherently*
"Then this someone also comes and invades my space on my bed when she has her own bed!"
"What?"
"She has her own pillow and she is using one of mine"
*stares*
"You know ah, my chocolates have finished! Only one left"
"How sad"
"I know the person lying next to me has stolen some of my chocolate"
"Excuse me, I have my own chocolate stash okay. I don't have to steal yours. I'm sure it's your 'eldest son' who took it"
"Yeah-lah, he always steals everyone's chocolates"

'Eldest son' is another affectionate term for my father. Haha! He steals my chocolates too. But yeah, I did steal one. Just one.

05. This morning she woke me up, sounding all excited.
"Wake up!"
"What?"
"You know my little David already signed a recording contract!"
"Oh you just knew ah? I knew since yesterday"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"
*continues sleeping"
"For that I poke your butt"
*pokes butt repeatedly*
"OI!"

Yeesh, behave like little fangirl only.
She poked me because I didn't tell her Archie has a recording contract!
Next, she will marry me off to Cristiano 'pansy gayboy' Ronaldo for not buying her Archie's album for her birthday!

On a rather random but related note, she says I'm going to be a cougar too. Haha.

I swear this time next year, I'd miss her and her random stories of what she did and what she thinks of my TV boyfriend(s).
"Eh your David very pretty-lah"

Yeah, yeah, I know, ma. My boyfriend is too gorgeous. Can I marry him?

Currently listening to:
Viva la Vida - Coldplay.

P/S: Do you think it's time for me to get a haircut?

Wah...suddenly so long! Bloody straight. I can audition to be an extra on some horror movie. Well, if I was slightly fairer-lah anyway.


And for some strange reason, my hair looks slightly on the brown side now.

So what's the verdict? To snip or not to snip?

Now don't you wait or hesitate.

I am complaining a lot about rather random things of late.

TM's latest advert is the recent thing that sort of pisses me off.

It shows a man orchestrating a crowd to chant loudly for their favourite teams for EURO 2008. I can't remember the campaign.

Now really? What happened to supporting your local team?

Are we really going to glorify ANOTHER COUNTRY'S TEAM INSTEAD OF OUR OWN?

Of all the people, you'd least expect people like TM to actually advocate these things.

Yes, I know. Our national team is nothing to be shouted and glorified about, but still.

DECLARE YOUR LOYALTY FOR ANOTHER COUNTRY?

I may sound like a hypocrite to you.
Hey, for your information, I do actually support Selangor, okay.
No matter how screwed up our country's football is, I do still have my loyalty to that team.

I better stop now. The powers that be in TM actually hates me. My parents have been complaining and writing letters to some government body about TM's services and they have been calling TM like EVERYDAY about my faulty phone service AND screwed up Internet services.

Buggers got time to ask people to declare their loyalty for other countries' football teams but NOT to look into people's complaints.

I hereby declare my loyalty to my PASAR RANGERS.

*****

Is it possible to hate someone you love so much with a burning passion?

*****

Oh and I salute her. Big time.

Her collection and devotion leaves me in awe.

*bows down to her*


She may be crazy. But I adore her.

*****

This is hilarious.

"You know what? I went to church with my family the other day and my sister sat next to me, my mother and my grandmother"
"Then while the pastor was giving the sermon, she says 'Oh goodness, you know how DC holds the microphone right? If he holds and caresses it like that, he would do the same to his lover too!'. My grandmother looked at us and said 'Hush, child, we're in church!'. I wanted to laugh out loud but I was too embarrassed"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"I felt so horrible. I mean you're in a place of worship which is supposed to be holy and all, and she feeds you filthy thoughts, how would you react?"
"I can actually see you blushing at the thought"
"I KNOW, OKAY? You know what my mother said?"
"What did Auntie Sheen say?"
"HELL YEAH!"
"She said hell in church?"
"YES!"
"I love your family, you know?"
"You'd love my grandmother for what she said after we came home from church"
"This is going to be good"
"Honey, I heard his version of Music of the Night, and I have to tell you, I've never felt so caressed and touched like this before"
O.O
"She said that in front of my grandfather okay? OMG I couldn't take the madness anymore"
"Your grandmother's a cougar"
"Sad but true"
"Your grandmother is my favourite person of all-time right now"
"At the rate I'm going, I am going to turn into a cougar too"
"Hahaha! Cougar May, reporting for duty!"
"Shut up"



For my cougar-in-training, just because I love to torment you. Haha.


Currently listening to:
Magic Rainbow Time of My Life - David Cook.

OMFG MAGIC RAINBOW! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

I remember losing hope.

At the rate things are going, with the oil prices going up...I am pretty sure the price of gas wiil go up, which will eventually lead to the price hikes in food and beverages as well.

So will the price of electricity too.

I can foresee my mother's book-wrapping fee going up as well. Yes, my mother charges me a fee to wrap my books. She wants to be paid 25 cents extra now.

Basically everything will go up.

Leaving burnt holes in the pockets of my jackets and pants.

Bloody hell, how-lah now? EVERY BLOODY THING IS GOING UP.

I cannot survive the price hikes. I am going to starve.

I am announcing that I am going to be a fruitarian.

If you don't know what that means, go watch Notting Hill. You will understand my point of converting into a fruitarian.

Let's all eat grass and copulate with engineers now, shall we?

Nothing has changed.

Dear 17 years who has a name that can beat a railroad track,

I love you, for always being there when I need you.
I love you, for letting me call you when I have my bouts of insomnia and not making a fuss when I finally fall asleep halfway through our conversation.
I love you, for tolerating my incessant fangirl tendencies.
I love you, for not being afraid to sing cheesy pop songs of the 90s era with me in random places.
I love you, for allowing me to be your best friend for the last 17 seasons of love.

Happy 21st birthday, sweetheart. I wished that you'd see a magic rainbow today and that it would remind you of me (and the current TV boyfriend).

I don't have any cake to offer, but guess who does?

David Cook does! Cupcakes are still cakes-lah, okay? Shut up.


Oh look! Michael Johns also wishes you "HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY!" by showing you a little skin. Haha, you're old enough for that now, aren't ya?


John Terry decided to make a special cameo as well, because he loves you for loving him and believes that you deserve nothing but the best on your special day.


You are my best friend sempiternally and I wouldn't change anything about that.

17 seasons of love = 8,935,200 minutes. That's what you mean to me =)


Lots of love, hugs, kisses and winks,
The one with bigger feet.

Let's all copulate with engineers.

Warning: I am not feeling happy. I haven't been taking my Happyzacs lately. So sorry if I offended you. The 'X' button is up there if you can't tolerate me or my ramblings.

So yesterday, I was somewhat reunited with one of my ex-classmates online, thanks to the intervention of another classmate of mine. We talked about life, studies and everyone's favourite four-letter word...

LOVE.

Like what we used to do in school, we teased each other about having boyfriends. One of us said that she feels sad she has no boyfriend, to which I said "It's okay, let's enjoy singledom while the right one comes along".

Since another one is leaving to Australia in July, this same friend told her not to go after Aussie guys and make them potential boyfriends (give me a Mikey Johns, Toby Rand or Curtis Stone any day and I'd die a happy woman, pretty much).

They then kept prodding me about my boyfriend. At that point, I asked mate if I should notify them of the existence of my TV boyfriend. She said no, because they might go gaga over him. True, since TV boyfriend is somewhat precious to me.

I don't know how we switched from talking about boyfriends to getting married.

They began asking questions like "When are you getting married?", "What kind of job would your husband have?" and "How old should your husband be?".

They began stating that they want to get married when they are 26 onwards. And they both want engineer husbands.
"Engineers make good husbands"

They noticed how quiet I was (more because I was clearly uninterested in the topic) so they asked me the same question.

I had half a mind to answer "Oh I want a rockstar husband and I'll get married when I am 30 and have five kids and two dogs with him".

But the logical side of me waved aside that idea, so being the hapless romantic that I am, I said "I wouldn't to marry someone because of their job statuses, I'd rather marry them for who they are on the inside".

Wah...so deep right?

They agreed with me and I could tell they sensed my slight annoyance, they shifted to an entirely new topic.


I don't like talking about marriage now, especially when it's not my time to even think about it.
"You marry your books!"

I probably am being the only romantic lovefool in my class then and now, as every time people would bring up the issue of "Was your parents' marriage based on love or was it arranged?", I would answer 'love' and their reactions would somewhat surprise me.

Don't get me wrong, I have thought about my dream wedding.
Champagne gold-coloured gown, rockstar husband, Bali beachside wedding, garden reception, watched only by close friends and relatives.

It's just that I don't have time to think about this when there are more things to worry about...like "Will I graduate on time?", "Where to go next?", and "How many days til I leave KL?".

Or even "Will I ever be somebody in their eyes?".


My MSN display name has the numbers "525,600". What do those numbers mean?

Those are how many minutes you have in a year.

I learnt from many people close to me who have passed away that "Make every minute count".

So that's what I'm doing.
I am not going to worry about how great engineers are as husbands.
I am not going to worry about how sad my life is because I don't have a boyfriend.
I am not going to worry about how old I'll be when I get married.

Because I want to make every minute count by not wasting precious time worrying about these grouses.


On another note, I accidentally called this guy who is trying to get my attention/love 'boyfriend' this morning.

I don't want to cry, but the tears are there.

Here's the part where you begin and I end.

I don't remember holding these hands before.
That's because they're soiled with filth and blood.

I don't remember not seeing a smile etched on your face.
That's because all my lips do lately are feed you lies.

I don't remember looking at that face in the mirror.
That's because I have become two-faced.

I don't remember catching your tears.
That's because the tears roll down only when it rains.

I don't remember catching glimpses of the new masks you wear out to the world.
That's because they end up being broken every time I try to hide a new scar on my face.

I don't remember this side of you.
That's because I've never shown it to you.

I don't remember you being uninterested in things you love.
That's because they don't make me happy anymore.

I don't remember you at all.
That's because I don't even know who I am now.

But I know I love you still.
So do I.


That's the world I know, which you don't.

Your laugh intoxicating.

I cannot stop laughing.

I'll explain later. It's just too funny.

*****

I was out in Subang yesterday with my relatives. At about 6PM, the nephews and nieces wanted to go to the park. My cousin asked me to come along and I did since I was going to be alone at home while the parents were discussing politics with my cousin's husband and his father.

You know how I hate politics.

So...the five of them (plus one of my nieces' friend) played football.

And my cousin brilliantly suggested that I go join them. A 20-year-old playing football with kids aged 8 to 15. I felt so out of place.

Trust me, it's been a while since I last kicked a ball. The worst part was that I wasn't dressed for the occassion (I was wearing sandals and jeans that were falling off!) so I ran around the field barefooted (My nephew, K, looked at me and said "You look like a supermodel playing football". Hahaha!).

So, I was the goalkeeper at first and everyone knows I can't be the goalkeeper.

So I switched to being a midfielder.

I scored a goal soon after.

I guess you could say I was back?

I was having fun, barefooted and sweaty, albeit one of my nephews accidentally kicked my foot. I played on anyway.

It ended up in a draw. I had fun eventhough my niece's friend was kind of mad because I was sort of siding the boys' side, which was actually me trying to play fair.

I don't pick sides. I am fair to everyone. I don't even give face to my own team.

But I seriously had fun. Ever since I injured my knee, I've stopped playing with my neighbours.

That's how boring I've become.

K is so adorable. He's 15 and he is a Chelsea fan too, so we were talking about 'the day we could have won in Moscow' and other random things like "How ugly is Chelsea's away kit?".

On the way home, we saw this car decked in ManUre stickers.

I looked at him and said "This car needs to be scratched". He just laughed and said yes.

It's okay to corrupt kids into being vandals especially if he's a Chelsea fan.

My 8-year-old nephew, P, is so adorable too.
"How many goals did you score?"
"None"
"Nine?"
"NONE!"

There's nothing like good times with family and good food.
I wouldn't change it for the world.

*****

If he decides to go into acting, he should start with Ugly Betty. OMG he could be Justin's best friend!

*slaps self*

BEHAVE, WOMAN!

Anyways...watch this. Too bloody hilarious.



To quote Christian Finnegan: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

*falls off chair laughing*


Excuse my fangirly self. I need something to calm me down before I start studying for my midterms.

Yeah, everytime I talk to anyone, I'm always telling them I have exams.

See how boring I have become?

*****

Why in the name of hash browns didn't my mother take her handphone with her?!

I keep telling people they've got the wrong number when they're actually calling the right one!

People are going to be so annoyed with me.

Sorry to all the uncles and aunties who called, my mother forgot her phone and I don't know your numbers because they're not in her contacts list.

My mother owes me something. Something MASSIVE.

*****

Five things I want for my 21st:
01. A fedora.
02. A tattoo.
03. A plane ticket to Wisconsin/Los Angeles.
04. A kitten named Bruce.
05. Davidoff Cool Water for Women/YSL's Young Sexy Lovely EDT.

02 and 03 are not going to happen, as far as I can tell.

So yeah, I'm boring because I am not going to have an upscale birthday bash.

Sue me.