This is me, blaming people.

Dear God,

I have a love-hate relationship with Liverpool FC. Chelsea fans shouldn't have these kinds of feelings for their rival teams, especially the Reds.

You gave me too many Liverpool fans as friends and relatives. When they beat us at OUR own home, You cannot imagine how sad I felt to be mocked by those close to me. How dare they mock me in my state of sorrow and depression.

Last Friday, You put my beloved Chelsea together with Liverpool in the Champions League quarterfinals. I was not happy.

Today, as I left the Education UK expo, my beloved father looked at me while we were having a drink and said "I think that Liverpool John Moores University is the best that we saw today".

The Liverpool John Moores University campus for the programme I want to do is located nearby the sacred Liverpool ground named Anfield (it is also relatively close to Goodison Park, home of Everton, but that's not related to the story at hand).

What are You trying to do, God? Is this Your way of telling me that I should be supporting Liverpool instead of Chelsea?

IS THIS THE SUBTLE WAY OF YOU TELLING ME THAT LIVERPOOL FC IS THE BEST CLUB IN THE WORLD AND ARE WORTH SUPPORTING?

Is this my fate? To be a Liverpool fan?

Please don't make me fall for Liverpool, as if I had nothing else to do.

Your child,
-RH-




As you can see, this is the sum of the week.

We interrupt this programme for an important announcement.

OKAY, DROP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING NOW AND WATCH THIS.




ADAM EFFING LAMBERT, I EFFING LOVE YOU.


Randomly, my mother was with me when I was watching his performance and she was all "WOW".

Then, she adds this:
"The gay ones on the show can sing really well. Last season, it was the 'almost gay' fella, now it's him"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

ALMOST GAY FELLA. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.


POOR DAVE.


Of course, I jumped to his defense by saying he's not 'almost gay'.

"What then? He's totally gay?"


DAVID IS INSULTED AND OUTRAGED BY THAT ACCUSATION, MOTHER.


But, yes. Adam Lambert. Awesome.


I will be away for the next weeks because I have exams to worry about. Toodles, children.

Good luck to those sitting for exams, completing assignments and presenting at the Psych Research Colloquium! All the best to you lovely people!

Hello world, are you listening?

I am on hiatus because Streamyx doesn't want me to graduate on time. The connection has been a bitch and three-quarters, I keep getting disconnected. I haven't been online at home since Sunday.

I will be leeching off other people's Internet connection for the timebeing.

In my absence, I will be sleeping, singing, Sudoku-ing and...sleeping.

Oh, I forgot about completing my assignment. Look how I list down my priorities.

Typical.


Don't miss me so much. Go tell my Chelsea boys that they are idiots in my honour.


You WILL love Adam Lambert, my pretty boy.
May, please to be not feeling violated after seeing that. He looks Chinese, Skizzy?


Watch this awesome cover of Britney's Toxic. Freaking awesome in ways you can't imagine.


I love you sempiternally.

Lots of love,
~RH~

Is there someone loving you?

Meh.
I feel nothing over the loss.
I think I'm getting used to it.


Says something about me, doesn't it?


OH, OH, OH!

I FORGOT.

People born on the 6th of October are just awesome. Just ask Mark Schwarzer.


HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!



My dad is ranting about the Arsenal-Newcastle match to me now. It's making me feel amused/annoyed.

Pa, go complain to David Cook, can? He's an Arsenal fan too.


I am going to bed. Good morning, children.

You were always on my mind.

OMGWTF.

LIVERPOOL AND CHELSEA.

AGAIN.

FOR THE 9384747th TIME.

IN THE LAST 5 YEARS.


I AM BLOODY TIRED.


My friend was right. I would be in a conflict if Chelsea and Liverpool in the quarters.

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!


Skizzy, if I end up being fat, I BLAME YOU ALONE.

I fell into a burning ring of fire.

I have food poisoning and gastric.
I also have backaches and headaches.



Remind me to stick to what I know, even if my hunger is at stake.
I could start singing Temple of the Dog's Hunger Strike when that happens.

I'm going hungry.........................


Yeah, just remind me to sing that.


I've never felt so lousy in my entire life. This is my feeling crappy beyond words can say.

Sigh.

Cheer me up, minions.

Do you remember how it all began? (This ain't TTG, yo)

Dear 'manusia kesayangan nombor tiga',

I don't like being accused of lying. It is against me and everything I've been taught to believe in to lie.

You see, you accused me of being a racist cow when I claimed that everyone either looks Indian, Chinese or something in between.

I have substantial proof that everyone is what I claim to be. Even your dearest David Cook is not spared from this.

If you refuse to believe me, I shall let this photographical evidence do all the talking.

Here is proof that said person looks Chinese (click on the pic for a better view):


As if that wasn't enough, he also can look Malaysian:


As you have mentioned that he also supports Arsenal, I also have proof that he is also Brazilian (and plays football like a pro):


So there you have it, my dearest. I would never lie about such things, especially when I have enough evidence to support my claim.



Truth be told, I really don't like it when you are not happy. It makes me feel bad when you're not yourself. I like you better when you're less grouchy.


I DID IT FOR YOU.


Lots of love, hugs, and kisses,
-Skizzy the awesome Scouse chick-

P/S: You're welcome. Call it a souvenir ;)

Call it a souvenir.

It's been raining the last couple of days. Usually, I either sleep in or just curl up in bed with a good book and a cup of hot Milo/Neslo/cham in my hands.

Today, for some odd reason, I just wanted to run out and feel the rain on my skin. I don't know why, but I just wanted to feel something.


Maybe it's what I've been feeling lately. It's been a whirlwind of emotions, to be honest.


I think I have become rather cynical to the point people don't see me like they used to.

I get easily peeved at the smallest things and I curse at the tip of the hat.

I can never understand people and the wants they assume are needs, it drives me up the wall.

I forgot what it feels like to be on the receiving end of things. Last week was probably a good lesson for me to come back down to Earth.

I have lost my heart somewhere along the way to someone. It hurts, it sucks, it blows.

Maybe that's why I forgot how to feel.

You can keep my heart, the one you took when you walked away,
You can keep my heart, it's got no use here.
Call it a souvenir, call it a souvenir.


Tomorrow when it rains, I want the raindrops to hit me. Maybe I'll learn how to feel again. Just maybe, I might.



Call it a souvenir.

Best of the best.

CRISTIANO WHO?


HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

First, second, and third best player in the world, my ass.

Knowing those Man United fans (with the exception of my kakak/mate named Sylvien), they will ALWAYS have something to gloat about.
They're just that optimistic to a fault.



Everyone looks Chinese, Indian, or something in between.
Skizzy, you racist cow. How dare you. Steven Gerrard looks Chinese to you now, is it?


OMG TOBY FLOOD ON MY TV AFTER 749673892 YEARS AND HE CONVERTED THE THIRD TRY. AND OMG NOW HE'S OFF WITH A POPPED SHOULDER.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

=(

What? I am a rugby addict, so excuse my enthusiasm.

Half time score: 29-0.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! DAMN, SON!


If Mathew Tait scored a try later in the second half, I can die happy.



Okay, fine. Pointless entry.

Have a Cookie, then.

Skizzy, does he look Chinese to you?

I'm being lazy. Can you tell?

Viva la Vida.

So you know my mother and I are Idol junkies, right?

Last season, she supported David Archuleta (but she did like David Cook and Michael Johns, so it's alright).

By the time the Top 12 is announced (sometimes even before that), she would have picked her favourite. I would've called out mine from the auditions (I GOT LOTS OF TIME TO CALL OUT MY FAVOURITES, OKAY).

This season, she hasn't even told me who she likes! I was not a happy kitty.

So, I grilled her this morning.

"I am very disappointed in you"
"Why?"
"You still haven't told me who you like this season. By last season I already know who you supported"
"I don't have time to tell you-lah"
"Lies. My friends want to know who you like"
"Why?"
"Because they know you watch Idol and they want to know, okay? Plus they think you're cool"
"What have you been telling them?"
"Nothing"
"I don't know-lah, I'll tell you next week"
"You like Danny Gokey?"
"NO. I don't like him, I don't like his face"
"HAHAHAHA. Why? Does he have an arrogant face or something? Is it because he's using the sympathy card?"
"That sympathy thing will end, people will get tired of it soon. I don't know why, but I just don't like him"
"You like Adam?"
"You like him, so I can't pick him"
"Alexis?"
"Oooooooooohhh! I like her. Okay, that's my favourite. Go tell your friends that"
"Good!"
"Oh did you know Adam is gay?"
"Really? Why do you always like the gay ones? He is gay, the other one is almost gay"
"Who's almost gay?"
"Your David-lah"
"He's not gay"
"What about the things you tell me about Mavid?"
"That's just him being stupid with Michael Johns"
"Whatever. He's almost gay"

My mother, the one who wears sassy pants. I heart you.


This is a rather pointless entry. So, um, I'm going to go to my review now...

and leave you with something (or two).

WHAT? You think my mother's right? Whatever rocks your boat.


May, you might get the significance of this pic being posted here. If you don't, I have no words for you.


Eh, WHO'S THAT ADORABLE LITTLE KID IN THE CRIB?

Oh, it's me. HAHAHAHA. I damn adorable okay, be jealous.

Man United-Liverpool later. PLEASE LET THEM DRAW. Won't be around to watch the match, I'll be over at my cousin's place to celebrate his 10th wedding anniversary.

Until later, children.

I will be.

Twenty shades of sadness later, I can't comprehend as to why I am the guilty party.

Maybe it's about time I learn to shut my mouth.




Don’t want to know I’m okay with this silence,
It’s truth that I don’t want to hear.

Oh Skizzy...

Remember this thing I taught you while I was studying for my Social Psych paper?

BIRG? CORF?


Yeah.

That's the answer to the question we heard on the radio this morning.

Love,
Your football-loving sister.

Stay out of trouble.

Psych = Best.Show.Ever.


ALSO, THE MUSIC VIDEO OF LAST TRAIN HOME.


Excuse me. My blog, my posts, my rules.


Also, Chelsea are up against either Hull or Arsenal in the FA Cup semifinal. Meh, and Man U get Everton. WTF easy draw.


Lily Allen's Fuck You is my favourite song of the moment.

Oh, Light On is playing on my radio now. HAHA. IT'S BEEN SIX MONTHS ALREADY. YAY THE AMAZING STAYING POWER OF THE NAKED LIGHT.

I think Skizzy understands that.

Back to work, bum.

I'll keep your things right where you left them.

"OMG 2-0. WE'RE IN THE SEMIFINALS, YO!"
"HELL YEAH WE ARE!"
"I literally laughed out loud when Didi and Alex crashed into each other"
"Sadist"
"Also, Lampsy's no longer that stupid young boy he used to be"
"Does have something to do with...um...the term 'giving head'?"
"She told you, didn't she? That bitch"
"Stop swearing"
"Evs"
"Do you know she can make any sentence sound dirty?"
"Really? What did she say?"
"He'll huff and puff but he still can't blow"
O__________O
"She's a perv"
"And a cougar"
"She called me the 'black cougar cub' yesterday while watching Benji the Hunted"
"HAHAHA. RACIST!"
"I really wanted Avalanche"
"Think about it, May. When he sings the other song...it will sound like he's calling you. The song is meant for you. COME BACK TO MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"
"Ah, I can see it now. Totally makes perfect sense to me"
"I don't want to watch Idol anymore-lah, Ricky Braddy was robbed!"
"I know, right? Ugh, he was definitely robbed!"
"I'm supporting your mother's 'Deepak' from now on"
"HIS NAME IS ANOOP DESAI, GOD DAMN IT!"
"Evs, sis. I will root for him"
"Anyways, I'm off to bed"
"This is fairly early"
"There's this talk for International Women's Day later and I'm going, courtesy of my family friend"
"Ah, I see why now. I totally understand what you mean when you said that"
"You = penguin, me = fish"
"Us and our over-used analogy"
"We love it, anyway"
"Come home soon"
"I just love you"
"Seriously, enough with the lamb references! It's getting lame"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"


And I hope you'll find everything that you need, I'll be right here waiting to see, when you find you come back to me...

She's so lovely.

~ I am unintentionally funny. It just happens.

~ Just because I am single, it does not give anyone the right to make jokes or make insinuating remarks about my sexuality. I am okay with my friends being homosexuals. That doesn't give you the right to judge me or my beliefs. If you believe that drinking alcohol is alright for you, I respect that albeit that I may disagree on it on some occasions. I expect you to respect my beliefs even if you disagree.

~ I already know what I want for my 22nd birthday. Please don't get me really stupid things like cosmetics or food, I will give them away. As much as I like food and all, but really? I want my brithday gifts to be something meaningful and something I can see or use on a daily basis without it being finished in a certain time. I hate it when people get me 'on-the-spur-of-the-moment' kind of gifts. I mean, you feel it then, but as time passes, you won't remember why the hell that joke came about in the first instance. I don't like that, especially if you are my friend. You should know the kind of person I am. I place a lot of sentimental value in things. So if you give me a tacky gift, it says something about you. That something is called 'not taking enough effort'.

~ Yes, I know I sound like a bitch. I am in a foul mood because of my headache. It is also because I am slightly hormonally-imbalanced.

~ Contrary to popular belief, I know how to stand on my own two feet. If I didn't, I probably would not be studying Psychology right now. I would have probably taken up Economics and Management Sciences or Accountancy like my parents wanted me to. So don't you dare say I need to start learning how to make decisions for myself, because I've been through situations where decisions needed to be made quickly. I made my decisions and never regretted it one bit even if they were not so much of the bright decisions. I stood by them and learnt.

~ I like smiling at people.

~ I was reading my yearbook and it made me cry a little. I miss my friends, my late teacher and those memories can't be erased like that. I cringed a little at the stupid stuff I wrote for the yearbook. Ugh.

~ I am in love with Michael Johns' voice.

~ Okay, you already know that fact. Um...OH! HERE'S A GOOD ONE! WHY DO PEOPLE SEND ME AN E-MAIL ABOUT HOW TO BOIL EGGS FASTER WHEN THEY CLEARLY KNOW I HATE EGGS? DO YOU SECRETLY LIKE TO PISS ME OFF?

~ I wasn't angry when I typed that, just excited and amused really.

~ I'm going to have a great educational experience this Sunday that some of you probably won't understand or want to get yourself involved in.

~ If you take/borrow my things, have the decency to give it back to me without my asking for it. It's not my place to ask like a beggar for my own things, especially if we meet on a day-to-day basis or live under the same roof. Like, WTF.

~ Tell me your name, baby, don't you play games with my heart and make me feel like I'm outside looking in.

That's what you people do to me.

~ If I wanted to be a greying old man, I'd rather be either Jose Mourinho, Arsene Wenger (Because he is SO intelligent, I want to be him. How many football managers do YOU know that have a Masters degree?), George Clooney, Al Pacino or Clint Eastwood than picking Brad Pitt. I would rather eat my own vomit than be Brad Pitt.

~ Clearly, I am fucking bitchy now, so I'll just stop.