Thanks to you, I forget.

Dearest Skizzy,

Originally, I wanted to do a 'blasphemous things committed by you' post but I decided against it.

You deserve a nice cookie instead.


WHAT?
He is a Cookie and he is nice.

Fine. So much for trying to be funny.
Here, your REAL cookie.



You are just perfect. You have no idea how much the things you do make me smile and laugh at weird and absolutely inappropriate places in public. They can say what they want, but we love it. 

You laughed when I fell off the escalator trying to tell you and the world about the pirate joke instead of laughing at the joke.
You shook your head when I told you that five minutes into baking chocolate chip cookies for the first time, I cut my finger.
You understand what certain songs do to me and you make fun of me when you see a single tear rolling down my cheek (or across the other eye, like you claim to have seen).
You listen to my grouses and random thoughts at 2AM, no matter how absurd they may sound.
You yank my pants because you can (and you are awesome, like that).
You pinch me when I have my 'annoyed with PDAs' face on (or so you say).

Yesterday, you asked me "I don't get the logic behind this. You think Peter Crouch is gorgeous. You also think David Cook is gorgeous. I don't see how this adds up. I mean, they're at the end of different polarities!".

I could tell you that I don't understand your strange fetish for men with big muscular arms. *cough*Lin Dan*cough*

Nonetheless, I love you. In a strangely gay-ish manner.

On your birthday today, I wish you:
ALL THE HAPPINESS MAGIC RAINBOWS BRING.


STEVEN GERRARD GETS WELL SOON SO YOU QUIT WHINING ABOUT LIVERPOOL'S DEPRESSING START TO THE SEASON.


JASON CASTRO COMES TO KL TO SERENADE YOU.


YOU BECOME AS WISE AS I AM!
(I may talk more nonsense than you do, but remember who's the one with the wisdom tooth now)

(only you'd understand what that picture means)

I hope you have a wonderful day today because you deserve so much more for just being someone I can call my "best friend".

I love you as much as I love magic rainbows (I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. It's such a joyous and momentous occasion! Don't complain, you only turn 21 once in your lifetime).

Happy birthday, my Hungry Like the Wolf joke master.

Lots of love, hugs, kisses, and skittles,
-me-

Like a thief in the night...

My Mozilla Firefox died and took all my guitar tabs along with it.

God hates me for being a sanctimonious baby walrus.

*****My father is right.

The same situation is everywhere.

*****I can't listen to the original Billie Jean anymore.

I mean, you listen to that version and compare it with Chris Cornell's take on it.

Or even you-know-who's version.

Seriously, the latter versions leave me with goosebumps because they are just THAT fantastic.

Speaking of which, I haven't heard those versions in a while already.
*runs off to listen Billie Jean on the music player*

*****
OH MY FREAKING GOD.

I downloaded Opera to replace the late Mozilla Firefox.

It's super fast.

And the best part is...

I FOUND ALL THE GUITAR TABS I PREVIOUSLY BOOKMARKED IN MY OLD AND DEAD MOZILLA FIREFOX IN OPERA'S BOOKMARKS FOLDER.


Maybe I'm not such a sanctimonious baby walrus after all.

I'm only happy when it rains.

We have three bathrooms in the house, right?

One is for my dad, one is for my mum, and the other one is for my brother and I.

Now that my sister-in-law is living with us, my parents said that the bathroom which I had the privilege to share with my brother before now belongs to my brother and his wife. I get to share the bathroom with my mother.

And today, my mother has chased me out of the bathroom we are currently sharing.

Seriously? I feel like a homeless person right now.

-.-"

*****

On the other hand, I bought a new watch to replace my dead silver watch (which, if anyone had the privilege to see how it actually looks like, was absolutely beautiful).

The whole ordeal of buying that new watch was like finding a needle in the haystack.

"I want it to be silver, there must be NO pink or gold. Not a round face, but sort of a squarish or rectangular-like face. I want a watch with big straps, not those tiny ones usually for ladies"

Oh my God. What the hell is wrong with you! You're buying a watch to tell you the time, not ordering your normal plate of fried rice to eat.
No cabbage, no eggs, no squid, no bean sprouts, no chicken liver, no cockles. Don't forget the extra sambal.

-.-" Stop being such a persnickety bitch-lah, OMG.
(I love you for teaching me that word 5 years ago)

"Seriously, let me know when you have a boyfriend. I want to give him a letter conveying my deepest sympathy for choosing you as his future spouse, you're such a freaking fussy cow!"

I can't help it, I just prefer those big square watches. Those small ones make my wrist even smaller. Contrary to popular belief, I do have rather small wrists for a baby walrus.

Pictures of random things shall be uploaded tomorrow.

*****

My favourite time of the year is coming.

No-lah, not my birthday. That's happening in another *counts* 5 weeks from now.
39 days to be accurate, but really, who's counting?

It's time for me to fast.
*insert holy music*

Now everyone and their cats know that I am nowhere near holy.

That doesn't make me sanctimonious either, because as far as I know, there are people who are worse than me and sickeningly sanctimonious.

It's my favourite time of the month as I get to lose weight, because everyone and their cats also know that I am a baby walrus in the form of a human being.


What? Why are you giving me that look?

Didn't I already tell you I am not holy?

We're all mad in our own way.

I think I should stop watching Ghost Whisperer because after I watch the show, my house lights flicker like crazy, making me think my house is possessed.
Shut up. I am NOT crazy.

I know I did this before, but that was in the earlier blog, so I'm doing this to christen this new blog with a music tag.
Shut up. I am NOT crazy.


How to Play:
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn’t make sense. No cheating.
4. With the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.
5. Tag 10 people.

How are you feeling today?
Optimistic to a Fault/Better Never Than Late - David Cook.
(Explanation: I feel wonderfully optimistic, apparently, albeit this always ends in tears)

Will you get far in life?
All Right Now - David Cook.
(Explanation: I take that as a yes)

How do your friends see you?
The Letter - Michael Johns & Carly Smithson.
(Explanation: They write me letters to say they can't live without me. Hahaha, I love you people)

Will you get married?
Why Do You Care? - Axium.
(Explanation: Oh. My. God. I won't get married. Such an angsty song. WHY DO YOU CARE?)

What is your best friend’s theme song?
Peace of Mind - Axium.
(Explanation: That's it, when you buggers get married, I will be the DJ and play this lovely song at your weddings. Just beautiful and wonderfully perfect)

What is the story of your life?
Hello - David Cook.
(Explanation: Hello, is it me you're looking for? HAHAHA!)

What was high school like?
Feed Your Ego (Cain's Ballroom Recordings) - Axium.
(Explanation: You don't like what I do, well it's not about you. Oh yes, please!)

How can you get ahead in life?
Eleanor Rigby - David Cook.
(Explanation: By being old and lonely *snickers*)

What’s the best thing about your friends?
Right Back Where We Started From - AI7 Top 10.
(Explanation: They love me and I love them too)

What’s in store for this weekend?
Testament - Axium.
(Explanation: This song does not hold the answer to the question asked)

Describe your grandparents.
Killing More Than Time - MidWest Kings.
(Explanation: I apparently thought we were just killing more than time because I couldn't promise them things would be alright. According to the song, anyway)

How’s your life going?
Silver - David Cook.
(Explanation: Second place has never carried me home. I'm also miserable)

What song will they play at your funeral?
Hungry Like The Wolf - David Cook.
(Explanation: HOLY MOTHER OF FISHNETS! WTF!!! THIS IS THE MOST INAPPROPRIATE SONG TO EVER BE PLAYED AT A FUNERAL! This song is about sex and blowjobs and whatnots! I can't do any of those when I am dead!)

How does the world see you?
Shout to the Lord - AI7 Top 08: Idol Gives Back.
(Explanation: Okay, the song has no relevance to the question at hand)

Will you have a happy life?
Go Your Own Way - Michael Johns.
(Explanation: If I let you go your own way, then, yes. I will have a happy life)

Do people secretly lust after you?
Under Fire - Axium.
(Explanation: Well, based on the song, I think it's a maybe)

How can you make yourself happy?
Crush - David Archuleta.
(Explanation: OI WHO PUT THIS SONG IN MY PLAYLIST?! I should ask my crush if he has the same feelings for me. Oh goodness)

What should you do with your life?
9 to 5 - AI7 Top 09.
(Explanation: Work hard from 9 to 5 and not get a promotion to get ahead. It's all taking and NO giving. Ah, life...)

Will you ever have children?
Happy Together - The Turtles.
(Explanation: Yes. Yes. Yes)

What song would you strip to?
I'm Alive - David Cook.
(Explanation: Kind of makes sense, but no. I don't think I'd strip to this)

What does your mum think of you?
The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face - David Cook.
(Explanation: Oh, I feel so incredibly blessed because she thinks the sun rose in my eyes and the moon and stars were my gifts to her the first time she saw my face...I feel loved!)

What is your deep, dark secret?
Music of the Night - David Cook.
(Explanation: Hahaha! What's the big secret about this? I listen to the music of the night -.-')

What is your mortal enemy’s theme song?
Close Your Eyes - Axium.
(Explanation: WHAT. THE. HELL. I am supposedly very helpful towards my mortal enemy. FAIL!)

What’s your personality like?
Therapy - Axium.
(Explanation: This is absolutely spot on)

What song will be played at your wedding?
My Hero - Foo Fighters.
(Explanation: I don't mind this song at all. I think I'll play this for my husband)

Now to tag…
If you are on my list of links, then you are compelled by the forces of the magic iris to do this.


I know, a lot of David Cook references in this tag. I can't help it, most of my songs are in that old PC named Tomas (who still hasn't been brought back to life yet).

*****

In a week's time, I will be starting my third year.

My final year.

It was exactly three years ago that I very innocently entered college.

I know my dad was slightly disappointed about my decision to turn down the offer from UIA to do Economics and Management Sciences and become the next Governor of Bank Negara. He still tells people this when people ask me what and where I'm studying.

I know my mum was highly disappointed that I went to a private university instead of a public one even when they said I could change to my preferred course.

They still supported me nonetheless and defend me every time someone comes up with a snide remark about my course and how I won't have a job in the future.

I think I have grown taller in more ways than physical in the last three years of my tertiary education life.

I've learnt to appreciate the people around me who are incredibly supportive and would be so honest and upfront with me about things.
I've learnt to appreciate things like good food and good company.
I've learnt to appreciate people as they are and for what they believe in.
I've learnt to appreciate the library as a place to study (I used to study either at home or in empty classrooms).
I've learnt to appreciate little random things like singing old songs from Spice Girls and Britney Spears AND taking photos of people sleeping in class.

I've learnt to have faith in everything and everyone.

Everyone has a good side, at the end of the day.

By the time this final year ends, I will learn more because half of what you learn everyday doesn't come from the classroom or lecture halls, in fact it comes from the conversations from the random people you meet everyday.

They are my heroes.

I really shouldn't be laughing.

When I have kids, I am intending to stick to normal-sounding names like Helena or Lukas. Maybe Nyx and Ixchel, just because I am a little loopy.

Read this to understand why I said that. OMG woman, I'll miss you when you're in the Land of the Paddy Fields! Don't forget to run around naked!

*****

My brother has Facebook and does not know how to use it. He had to ask me about some of the things about it -.-'

And he now has five friends (that comes after adding me up as a friend).

That sad human being.

*****

I am beginning to think that hearing THAT song on the radio at 2:15 in the morning for the last three days is more than just a coincidence.

I am trying to find a rational and logical reason as to why I am awake at that rather ungodly hour of the day, but then again, it is me. Do I ever have a logical reason to everything I do?

Whatever it is, it is the best feeling in the world to just have that bit of happiness in just the span of 4 minutes, in the form of a song.

*****

And you know what?

I'm playing that on your birthday.

I will not play Magic Rainbow, I promise. I know you hate that song to the point you keep smacking my head upside when you hear it.

That's how much you mean to me.

*****

I can't laugh or eat so much because my wisdom tooth is growing and that process is miserable and it hurts.

I am not happy. I sound like a miserable senior citizen.

I'm losing my mind.

I actually googled the word 'potluck' just to double-check if my spelling was right.

Maybe my wisdom tooth is trying to make me be a lot wiser about spelling.


Damn it, it freaking hurts!


On the plus side, my boys are still on top. I love Petr Cech and I want to have his children.


Did I say that out loud?


Damn it, wisdom tooth. Quit making me doubt that my sanity is running low.

Things I'd say to you on your birthday, but came out a week too soon.

01. Our keepers are awesome, which makes us equally awesome as well (let's set up a "Reina and Schwarzer appreciation club").

02. You are the only person who tolerates my random screaming when I listen to THAT song, even at 2AM.

03. I am so lucky to have someone who is unafraid to chant "God, for the sake of my limited and dying sanity, please let Michael Owen go back to Anfield!" along with me whenever he scores which makes our good friend ecstatic to the point her screams break glasses.

04. Whenever you call and say "Hello" and I ask you back "Is it me you're looking for?", you will always answer "Apparently not, the person I called is supposedly sane. You aren't".

05. We talk more about footballers and their weird hairdos than their skills when we watch matches on the TV, but you and I both know we're not entirely all about "OHMYGOD, I LOVE NANDO'S HAIR!".

06. "You know what I want to do? I want to cut your head open, take your brain out and filter it clean from things related to David, Mikey or Mavid. Or anything else in between. Then, it'll be free from filth" is by far, one of the most horrible yet hilarious statements to ever be uttered by you.

07. Hungry Like the Wolf and the horrible jokes in between will always be ours. Sempiternally.

08. I love you, in more ways than you could ever imagine.


There. Don't say "Stevie is sexy. I hate you for hating him".

I will hunt you down.

Sing it with me.

Dear Dang Sylvien @ mate,

I hope you haven't melted after seeing Michael Phelps' abs of steel.

Where are you? Why are you hiding from me? Are you secretly posting up that ugly gayboy's poster you took down recently and not telling me?


No longer convinced my house is possessed,
-me-

*****

So yes, I know I was being paranoid. My house is not possessed.

Are you happy I confessed to being paranoid already?

We should throw a party.

*****

Has the world not seen enough of Miley Cyrus or the Jonas Brothers?

I feel like turning my TV and radio off when I hear all their songs. Maybe it's just me.

I was practising my guitar yesterday and this old Westlife song was being played on the radio. It made me cringe thinking "I used to listen to this and love the music they make, oh my God". I must add that I still remember the words to that cheesy song. Shameful but true. And I hate it when I go to Parkson in OneU, they play the same Westlife album over and over again. I mean, isn't there another CD they can pop in? I'd be shaking my head everytime I go there and my mother knows all too well.
"I'm not asking them to play the other half of you-know-what-I-call-them. Just play something different"

Maybe if I was 10 or something, I'd believe that the world revolved around Miley Cyrus, High School Musical and the Jonas Brothers and idolise them sempiternally. But sadly, I am not 10, but 20 and horribly old.

I guess we just go through a phase in life where we get exposed to different kinds of music. I like the different genres of music except maybe a bit of techno and Japanese music. I find the resurgence of old boybands highly amusing too. Take That is fine because eventhough their music sounds very, very morose, I can tolerate that.

Do we still get to call them boybands since they are old in their mid-30s and they are no longer considered as boys?
Then again, manband would sound very odd.

We all go through a phase where we experiment the different kinds of music there are out there. I listened to rap when I was 13, then I started listening to rock music when I was sixteen or so (rock became a huge part in my life when I turned 18), but pop played a major part of my life because I grew up with that music (Michael Jackson was one, he was after all, the King of Pop).

If you asked me now how much of pop music I listen to, I'd tell you that it's a very limited playlist when it comes to pop. Well, maybe it's because all my pop songs are stashed in my dead PC. Haha.

But still, I cannot take it when all I hear on the radio are these artistes that come out from the Disney Channel. I don't like the Jonas Brothers because they made a remake of this song I liked called Year 3000 from Busted (I blame May for all the Brit music influences in my life). The original song itself is hilarious, but then they changed it and I didn't quite like their version.

Yes, I realise I am rambling so I might as well shut up.

*****

Say what you want about Magic Rainbow, but the more I hear it, the more I like it. Contrary to what Skizzy said earlier in one post about my hating the song, I like the song a lot more than I used to, it's sort of grown on me.

Go on and make fun of me. I dare you.

*****

My mother is so amusing it makes me cry thinking about next year or the year after that.

I know she'll come with me (she wants to stalk old grumpy frumpy Fergie) and all, but still. The thought of leaving home does scare me.

Almost everyday, she will come and ask me "Do you have a boyfriend?" and everytime I say no, she says "You will tell me when you have one, right?".

One day, while waiting for her to pick me up, I was just talking to a guy friend of mine who was also waiting for his parents. Almost two hours after we came home, she came into my room and asked me "That guy you were talking to just now...is he your boyfriend?".

-.-' Every guy I talk to now is my boyfriend-lah, is it?

"No, he's a guy who is my friend whom I see as an older brother. That's it. Ma, don't worry, if I do have a boyfriend, which will be very much later in life, I will tell you first, okay? And I will bring him home to meet the both of you instead of having a shotgun wedding"

She laughed and nodded. She knows my take on my brother's wedding so it's all good.

But she does not think my boyfriend is sexy (this came after a long and lengthy conversation about Avril's concert being postponed or cancelled or whatever that's going to happen to it, and what would happen if the said boyfriend wanted to come here).

How dare she say that. Hmmph. Boo her.


And today she was surprised that my phone bill was less than hers. Mine went down by a whole 50%.
"How can that happen? It's a miracle. What did you do?"

Just got to love her.


I need to get back on my guitar now. Toodles.

So don't give away my love.

Skizzy here. I may very well be a permanent fixture here.

My deranged best friend is no longer convinced her house is possessed, eventhough she did call me at 9 in the morning to tell me there was no electricity and this was the doing of the evil spirits that are inhabiting her house. Crazy is as crazy does.

In the duration of the four hours that there was no electricity in her house, she decided to pick her guitar named Ryan (Hah, and you say I don't remember! Bitch!) and strum him.

Out of the blue, she says she is going to play Magic Rainbows for my birthday. I don't know if she is being serious or not. For my sake, I hope she's just pulling a fast one.

Currently, she is too tired to type an entry and left me to do that for her. She's strumming her guitar at this very moment and yelling "magic rainbow Merdeka day" at me.

She feels pain in her fingers but she doesn't care. She wants to make full use of the limited time she has for holidays doing something completely meaningful and useful rather than mope around and be depressed like some people we know.

Her mother, upon hearing the fact that she is playing a song for me, has also requested for a song for her birthday.

She has ten days to figure out the chords to Magic Rainbow or whatever it is she decides to play.

In case she doesn't update in a while, she wants you to know she's busy studying chords and NOT staring at Eamon Sullivan or *roll eyes* David Cook. Or being a cougar (I'm kidding, you know I love you).

She also adds that she loves you.
*goes to a corner and screams "I LOVE YOU TOO!" loudly at her*

So that's all for now. I'll be back soon, way before you can say "THE ELTON JOHN!" (random joke about two certain people she adores).

Before I forget, I would also like to shamelessly add:
STEVEN GERRARD IS OH-SO GORGEOUS AND LIVERPOOL IS THE BEST TEAM IN THE WORLD! KEANE AND TORRES TO SLAY YOU HATERS!

Au revoir!

I thought I've seen everything...

"Why, hello there, sexy"
"My house is possessed"
"Okay, not your conventional way of greeting me, but...wait. What's possessed?"
"My house. It's possessed"
"This isn't one of your moments of paranoia now, is it?"
"I am NOT paranoid or crazy! I'm telling you the truth!"
"Okay, okay...why do you say your house possessed?"
"The lights are flickering like crazy, there was a blackout for a minute, then the lights came back, and then more flickering ensued"
"Do you think it's an overload of electricity usage and not the house being possessed?"
"I did think of that, but usually when that happens, a blackout occurs for like 30 minutes. So there's no way it's an overload"
"I think it's because we were watching Ghost Whisperer when it happened"
"And that's why you think your house is possessed?"
"Yes"
"You are crazy"
"LIGHTS ARE FLICKERING AGAIN! MY HOUSE IS UNDOUBTEDLY POSSESSED!"
"You know who you remind me of?"
"No, I don't. Care to enlighten this scared soul?"
"This girl I fell in love with 5 years ago. She rambles on and on and sometimes, she's half-correct about her ramblings"
*blushes*
"You're blushing"
"How do you know? You can't see me through the phone!"
"I just know. That girl used to do the same thing too"
"Shut up"
"I still think the house is possessed"
"I'm sleeping with a torchlight now"
"You know, just in case"
"You make me laugh"
"I hate you. Quit making me sound crazy! I know the house is possessed!"
"You need sleep. Quit rambling and get some sleep"
"I CAN'T BECAUSE I'M SCARED!"
"You? Scared? Of the dark?"
"I AM SCARED OF MY HOUSE BECAUSE IT'S POSSESSED! I AM NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK!"
"Get some sleep, do some crosswords"
"I want to talk"
"Or we could do that"
"My house is possessed"
"YOU are possessed"


So much for asking for comfort or talking.

For the record, I still maintain that my house is possessed by some supernatural force that I cannot really explain.

I am NOT crazy.
I am NOT paranoid.

Listening just ain't my will.

You always said I could talk to you when I needed you.

You were never there.

*****

I officially am never going on a holiday in my life again.

Well, not with my family at least.

What in the world am I going to do when they ask me?
I am going to tell them to drop me off at some random person's house and they can go be all jolly and merry for all I care, because they've officially killed my love for a holiday.

I want to be spiteful (wrong thing to do, I know...but as of right now, I don't really care much) because that's how everyone here is to me.

We're not a family, we're basically five strangers living in one house. We hardly know each other anymore.

Don't even bother getting me anything for my birthday, dear 'family'. Just give me money and that's it. No fuss, no complications and no strings attached.

That's just it. I know what I want for my birthday.

Nothing.

*****

As if my current moment of misery wasn't enough, my wisdom tooth is growing and it hurts.

Oh, I went for my keloid jab today. I was fidgeting a bit because today's jab hurt than the last one and the doctor was kind enough to say "I'm sorry" to me.

At least someone's sincere enough to apologise to me.


Currently listening to:
Somebody to Love - Michael Johns.

Everybody needs love, everybody needs somebody to belong to.


I am feeling better. It's not exactly entirely happy-happy joy-joy, but I'll manage. I know time shall pass and so will this stupid rant of not ever going on a holiday, it will all pass. I am optimistic to a fault. I cry for 5 minutes and I'm good to go =)

Marathon, darlings?

Sometimes, I wonder "Am I dead?"...

You know what cheers me up when I am sad?

Knowing that my boys are on top of the league.

Knowing that my boys will always make me laugh at whatever it is they do.

Knowing that my boys will always talk me to sleep at midnight.


Knowing that any one of these things WILL NEVER LIE TO YOUR FACE AND PRICK YOU WITH A NEEDLE WHERE IT HURTS THE MOST.


Remember, the ones who claim they love you the most will hurt you the hardest.


How will I spend my two weeks?

OD on boys. Crossword puzzles. Sudoku. Cleaning my room. Washing clothes. Dancing. Singing or screaming at the top of my lungs.


On a different yet related note, May, I have this to say to you.
"Somber best describes my love life and that's the truth"

Oh before I go...

Pretty boy never fails to make me smile.

I love you, BPL! You know that, don't you?

BPL IS BACK!

FINALLY I HAVE SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT BESIDES MY TV BOYFRIEND!!!

*****

I must have been so busy with the wedding, I didn't realise Paul Robinson joined Blackburn!

I hate Liverpool's away kit. But I think I better not say anything about their away kit because the last time I did that, Chelsea made that horrifying electric yellow jersey as the away kit.

No making fun of Liverpool's kit because I'm a closet fan. Haha.

To my dear Peter Crouch, don't score against my boys. I will banish you to some rainforest if you do.


Hello, you very handsome, you know.

Shut up, all of you. No one is allowed to insult my (ex) boyfriend. I know you're jealous he is just that good-looking.

*****

Michael Phelps has won his 8th gold medal.

Seriously, that man is not human. Oh, but him and his abs are something else.

My dad was asleep while they were showing the Olympic highlights and when they were talking about Michael Phelps. He woke up in time to hear it and see Michael Phelps in action. You should see the way he was looking at him. It was full of pure concentration.

I think he likes and secretly wants Michael Phelps' abs of steel.


Okay, no more talk about Michael Phelps' abs.


And what about that Usain Bolt? That man is even more not human!


I hope Lee Chong Wei makes history tonight. If he wins the gold medal (I have a right to be optimistic, thank you), I think I'll cry.

Well, I don't think I'll cry.

I will cry.


I mean, we have a chance of making history here. Wouldn't you cry if he won?

Fine, fine. Call me a drama queen.

I can't wait for that match.

*****

After getting David Archuleta's Crush from May.

"You know this song reminds me of you"
"Haha, I know why you said that"
"Your love story is being sung by a 18-year-old and that's a fact"
"What are you going to do with yours?"
"Nothing"
"You're happy that way?"
"Perfectly"
"If you're happy, I'm happy too"
"You know what?"
"Yeah?"
"This song could very well be about your love life too"

You insane human being. How in the world did you become my 17 years?

*****

I may be finally going on holiday this week!

I am most probably going to Kuala Besut in Terengganu on Wednesday or Thursday until Friday for my nephew's wedding (yes, I do realise I am as old as the dinosaurs) and after that I will be off to Pulau Perhentian for the long-awaited island vacation.

I hope there are tickets available since we're only booking them tomorrow.

Island getaway baby!

Shoot me down, I've done no crime.

I am mad.

Not the crazy kind of mad (this fact has been established a long time ago, anyway).

The angry kind of mad.


If there's two things I cannot tolerate in life, it would be people putting down any one of my immediate family members (insult me, not them) AND people's irritating habit of comparing themselves with other people.

I will not go into details but I just want to say this:
I respect my brother with every fibre in my body. He is, by far, one of the smartest people I know. He has a triple degree based on his hard work and determination, not on funds from political institutions or whatever funds there are out there (he actually received a scholarship from Bank Negara but he gave it up because he had already received another offer from ITM to send him to the States to study and told my parents that "I am not going to be selfish and deprive person number 201 of this oppurtunity"). You do not get to put him down and make him look like an uneducated and lazy person. I am the lazier one, why don't you make fun of me?

Let me tell you this as well, my parents have taught me to be simple and practical. They have taught me respect and equality. We do not try to show off with people regardless of status and economic background. Just because we live in a not-so fully developed area of Sentul does not mean we are poor or uneducated. We stooped down to your level because we are that simple kind of people. We see no point in showing off or flaunting our riches or whatever it is we own, just because we are awesome like that (I wanted to say that because true facts need to be told, right, my dearest Skizzy and May?).

My parents mean the world to me and if you insult them, you are indirectly saying that they have failed in being parents and that's a complete lie, because they have taught me everything I needed to know in life.

Ugh, these overtly religious people shouldn't even pray to Allah if their heart is tainted filth and envy because it's completely pointless.

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Do you know what went through my mind when Lee Chong Wei was playing that semi-final match against the Korean?

I told myself that I will cry if the result goes either way.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I cry at matches but not at my brother's wedding -.-'

He's just a match away from winning the gold medal. It may seem like a long shot, but hey, I'm allowed to be optimistic to a fault.

I couldn't sit still throughout the entire match, I was practically walking up and down the room, pacing back and forth. Skizzy stuck her leg out in attempt to make me trip over her leg and fall over in order for me to stop walking like I had a stick shoved up in my derriere (there are other ways to make stop walking, you do know that, right?) but I managed to dodge it (shocker, I know).

So we are going to have a medal, just that we don't know what colour it's going to be.

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You know what cheers me up when I am unbelievably mad?

Pretty boys.

Yeah-lah, yeah-lah. Call me 'hamsap' but seriously they make my day.

Shut up.


This is Eamon Sullivan. Very handsome kan? Eh, no touching. He's mine.


Uh...*breathes heavily*


Swear to God, I love my boys.


Oh hi boyfriend, my mother doesn't like you in make-up. But I'm sure she'd say otherwise when she sees you in this suit.

Fine I shall shut up now. Have a great weekend!

Take me home, don't leave me alone.

I know I haven't updated about Sunday and all, but before I go into that, I would like to make a few announcements.

-Eamon Sullivan and Michael Phelps belong in the water wearing Speedos.
(I blame Aimee and Sylvien for corrupting me, horrible people)
-I was watching the badminton event last night and they went to a break and they had a recap of Olympic winners (Michael Phelps OMG!) with Magic Rainbow as the background music and I squealed because the song is so fitting for the occasion.
(I know, I know...I should grow up)
-Frank Lampard is staying on for another 5 years, which means he will be there when I get there next year. Thank you, God and so sorry, Lampsy.

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Okay, fine. No more Michael Phelps or David Cook talk (for now). Time for a recap of Sunday.

Sunday was the day of my brother's wedding reception. The day was just insane, as was the day before. We sprayed the potpourri basket with scented oil using a syringe. By the time we were done, we were all intoxicated and tired. We did the 'bunga telur' until 3AM. We only went to sleep at 4 in the morning on Sunday.

I woke up three hours later to help mum out with breakfast for the guests and got my stuff ready (since I had to be in the hall the first to see things were in order).

I got ready and waited for the make-up artist to arrive to get my make-up done.

Let me tell you this. I am NOT going to wear make-up that thick again.
I REPEAT: I AM NOT GOING TO WEAR MAKE-UP THAT THICK AGAIN.

I felt like washing all that goo off my face and go there like our 'pasty Irishman' friend, but it was his day and I didn't want to ruin it.


The 'bersanding' ceremony began at 1:15PM. Guess what happened? We forgot to fill up the 'bunga rampai' and rose water for the ceremony. I could've sworn my mother turned into fifty shades of pale and almost cried at that point. I had to console her and tell her to relax.

I met this wonderful person who celebrated her birthday on Sunday.
Yes, it's the famous Aimee Lee Kit-Ee (why got so many 'ee' in your name ah?) who likes MCR and running around naked. She's very pretty, by the way.

After years of stalking blogs, chatting online and sending cards (birthdays, Chinese New Year, Hari Raya and other festivities) via snail mail, we met.

I know...strange way to celebrate your birthday, right? I am glad she took time off from kidnapping teaching kids to attend the reception.

At one point, we heard Ashlee Simpson and instantly I told her "I didn't pick this song".

Later I learnt from my Liverpool kawan that the DJ was annoyed with me because my songs were all in English and inappropriate.

Like what my Skizzy told you earlier, he only played my songs in the last hour of the event.

WTF. My father told me to pick the English songs since he told me that the DJ already has MOST of the Malay songs. So I did as I was told.
Side note: My father AND brother said my song choices were way better than what the DJ played, including the Malay songs.

I mean, it's a wedding. You're supposed to play love songs and all that. NOT songs of leaving your lover or cheating on them.
"You know they played Paris Hilton! How inappropriate"
"You mean that song where she wears those shoes and there's that little boy in the video?"
"Yeah, that one"
"How awful"

If I had Hungry Like the Wolf on my playlist, you can say that is highly inappropriate because that song is about sex, giving/receiving a blowjob or anything else in between.

Okay, no talking about sex or blowjobs now. Time for some pictures.


Yes, that was how bad I look in make-up. I can't believe anyone called me 'charming', 'gorgeous', 'pretty' or anything else in between. People are really good with euphemisms, aren't they?

Overall, the event went well, minus the minor hiccups before that. Food was good (I don't know, I didn't eat despite being pestered by my Russian mafia queen). The company, save a few, were wonderful. I didn't take that many pictures because I was too busy running around and almost tripped on my dress.

There was a funny incident before the event ended though. I was talking to my aunt and I see this person in a ManUre jersey smiling at me.
"You ingat I lagi tak?"
*am I supposed to?*
"Macam ingat tapi tak tahu"
"Ni kawan Rizal...selalu datang rumah masa you kecil"
"Oh ni Faiz yang tinggi tu kan?"
"Bukan"
"Ni Azril yang pelakon tu kan...pakcik you tinggal dekat kawasan flat tu...you selalu pergi sana kan?"
"Yeah"
"Macam mana boleh lupa I? I selalu datang rumah you, main dengan you"

The only person I remembered playing with was my old neighbour named Patrick (I heard that I used to go to his house all the time to play with him, my mother says he was my boyfriend at that time).

I told my brother that I don't remember his friend at all.
"He remembers you, he always asks about you. Not just today, but whenever I see him"

Creepy, right? But he's good-looking (I don't usually say Malay boys are good-looking, you know that) albeit being a ManUre fan.

So here are my thank yous and apologies.
Thank you for all who attended.
Thank you for all who helped (Liverpool kawan, Fishy, Russian mafia queen, the two Ns and the little nieces).
Thank you for all who gave gifts and cash and cards.
Thank you to Skizzy, May and the 12AM pillow talk ex for picking the songs albeit they weren't played much.

Sorry to the Russian mafia queen for not eating, I know you're worried with my sunken cheeks but I am not losing any weight and I am no longer skipping meals.
Sorry for not talking to most of you because I kept tripping on my dress and trying not to fall down and break a bone.
Sorry for the thick make-up you had to see me in. I swear I will go back to my 'pasty Irishman' ways.

I mean, don't you like this better?

Ya, I know. I like making fun of myself.

Pasty Irishman wins all.

One step at a time.

Hello again, Skizzy the Scouser here.

My great friend Roxanne is extremely tired. She told me if she had to stand any longer in her high heels, she would just fall and never get back on her feet. Makes no sense, but still, I know what she meant.

Woman apparently has a stomach of stone for she didn't eat dinner on Saturday AND breakfast and lunch yesterday.

She also wants you to know that yesterday would be the last time you will see her in make-up that thick (maybe this will be the last time you'd even see her in make-up too). She was complaining about the fact she had to wash her face THREE times with her facial cleanser. She likes the 'pasty Irishman' look (stupid joke between us) just fine.

She is also slightly annoyed that her songs were only played (almost) at the end of the ceremony because apparently they were deemed inappropriate. Seriously? How in the world is I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing (she used both versions) inappropriate whereas We Belong Together by Mariah Carey appropriate for the cake-cutting ceremony? Like hello, the latter song is about a woman pining for her ex-boyfriend! I DON'T WANNA MISS A THING IS A FREAKING EPIC LOVE SONG!

Also, how in the world is Nothing in This World by Paris Hilton even appropriate? It's worse!
I can do what she can do so much better...

Right...tell the groom that his wife is incapable of satisfying his needs and wishes. So freaking appropriate.

We all still maintain that She by Elvis Costello is one hell of a beautiful song for a wedding. How can you not use that? You are making a proclamation of love for the woman who makes your world seemingly a beautiful place to live in. Never watch Notting Hill, is it?

I'm hiring you as my music director for my wedding, provided Magic Rainbow is NOT on the list (it wasn't played at the wedding because "I can't take the song any longer" hence the omission of a cheesy coronation song...yay me!).

Before I go off-topic, woman wants to thank those who came yesterday and graced the event with their presence and gave gifts and cash and cards. She would also like to extend her gratitude towards those who helped out yesterday. She is forever indebted to you (and promises to be your minion or slave for a year).

She is currently asleep and resting her legs. No no, she woke up at 8 after sleeping at 2 in the morning and had breakfast and then resumed her sleeping activity.

She loves you all the same.


P/S: She wants you to know that she received RM100 from an old family friend on Saturday and she claims that this family friend heard her plea for her David Cook album fund (yeah...right, lame joke, stupid woman). She is now seriously contemplating if she should use the money for her fund plus one (some smart alec told her the excess money should be used for the MJohns album fund which would be used in January next year) or not.

She might want to use it on her long-running Stamford Bridge fund (woman and her ridiculous funds =.=").

Oh well, crazy is as crazy does.

The moon and the stars were the gifts you gave.

I was cleaning my rack which is temporarily in my father's room and I saw some notes that made me laugh and cringe and cry all in one go.

All the stupid inside jokes and random crushes from high school.
All the hidden meanings of the things people who still matter to you after so many years wrote in your books/notes.
All the silly letters I used to write to YOU about "DID YOU SEE THE F1 RACE LAST NIGHT? OMG MASSA IS SO CUTE!" and "ALEX YOONG BOLEH! MALAYSIA BOLEH!".

Waves of nostalgia hit you and all you want to say to those people are just words of gratitude and love.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

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I was watching Benji the Hunted the other day on Disney Channel. I couldn't help but squeal looking at those cougar cubs and the dog.

I swear I almost cried when one of the cubs got taken away by the eagle.
Aiyoh, you pansy...a cub gets eaten also you shed tears. Drama drama drama -.-'

I was told by a few people who were watching it with me that I was EXACTLY like the black cougar cub.

*after seeing the black cougar cub trying to scare the big bear*
"OMG XANNE, IT REALLY IS LIKE YOU!"
"How so?"
"See it goes acting like a hero trying to scare the bear which is a lot bigger than him, but then the bear freaks him out and it runs away and hides in the bushes. It's so like you when you're picking a fight with me"
"That's a lie and you know it!"
"Okay, fine, but did you see the part it comes out of its home? It's so mischievious and stubborn like you!"
"That part of it is true. I know I'm cute like the cougar cub"
"Who said anything about you being cute now huh?"
"Oh. You, Skizzy, are dead"

But in all seriousness, the little black cougar cub is a bit like me.

May, is that a sign or what?

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Yesterday, I found out that I stole a book from my old high school library.

Okay, I didn't exactly steal a book. I just didn't return the book I borrowed from the library in 2003 or 2004.

I am a bibliomaniac.

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Aimee, I know why the first card I sent you didn't reach you.

My mother used a 20 cents stamp instead of a 30 cents one.

Epic fail -.-'

(How do I know of this? The card got sent back to my house and they circled the stamp)

FAIL.
FAIL.
FAIL.

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Skizzy, help me. I think I'm going to hell with all the squealing I'm doing.

It's not even funny anymore, it's driving me crazy!


HELP!