The guest blogger steps in for ten seconds.

Hey Roxy,

Remember the time we had that talk about how a guy is NOT worth your time or dime if he is NOT willing to look past the religion you profess?

Remember the time I labelled them as 'pricks'?

Remember the time I said you will find someone who will love you the way you are and not judge you and accept you all the same?

Remember the time I told you that if anyone calls you a 'superficial' little thing, you poke them in the eye and tell them to "Shut the fuck up"?

Remember the time I said that John Terry and Michael Johns are sex on two legs?

Remember the time I said Michael Johns and Mark Webber are actually the same people?


Yeah. I want you to remember them forever until the day you die.


Tonight, whatever the outcome, we shall drink until we're drunk and be merry. Just like the good old days.


I love you. Sempiternally.

Yours sincerely,
May-in-the-box.

Hiatus.

Dear people who are currently reading this,

Because you know how much I love short semesters and the ridiculous amount of workload I am blessed with, I am here to announce that I will be on hiatus for the next five weeks or so.

I will NOT be updating until I have a considerable amount of time to breathe or even sleep.

If I have tags or memes that have yet to be completed or recaps of my mundane life that need to be written, please have a little bit of patience and know that they are all current works in progress.

I will try my level best to drop by your blogs and comment during this crazy few weeks.

Thank you for your co-operation, well-wishes, and love. If I'm lucky, I will have my two wonderful guest bloggers to update for me, but that also depends on their availability to do said task.

Take care, everyone.

Love you munchkins all the same,
-RH-

Currently listening to:
Killer Queen - Queen.

I missed this.

As much as I love David Cook, I love this man.



Life is good. Not perfect, just good.


I will resume my updating duties tomorrow. Bye, biscuits.

I can't remember ever falling THIS hard.

HI WORLD, I'M HOME.


I'm truly sorry for my absence. I was...busy.


I FREAKING SPOKE TO DAVID COOK. AND OMG, I ALMOST STARTED FREAKING OUT WHEN IT CAME TO MY TURN TO SPEAK.

I mean, who in the would have thought that you would get to see AND speak to someone you adore/fancy/like/insert appropriate word here?

It all innocently started back in November, I went to the DCO forum thread for Malaysian fans and I got to know a couple of Malaysian fans. I kept in touch with them, occasionally on DCO and on Facebook.

One day, one of them sent us all a message saying that SonyBMG is giving 10 fans the chance to speak to him via a video conference on the 12th of May.

After a long day from running some errands, I came home saw that message and my initial reaction looked A LOT like this:
O_O

I already was NOT on that flight to Manila to see him perform, so this was the best thing I could do.

I flailed. I wouldn't want to let go of this chance. EVER.

I realised that my semester would only be starting on the 11th of May and I have no idea what time/day my classes would be on.

I EVEN PLANNED ON SKIPPING CLASSES BECAUSE THERE WAS NO WAY IN HELL I WAS GOING TO LET THIS CHANCE SLIP BY ME.


I know it's just an obsession, but think about it. Would you let anything like that pass you by?

NO.

Thankfully, my timetable came out on Friday and my classes on Tuesday did NOT clash with the video conference.

See, I was good enough to attend classes.

The whole thing was great. I didn't even know what I asked him (okay, I didn't get to ask him about why he likes Arsenal). It was insane.

My brain just died when I realised that "OMG HOLY SHIT. I AM TALKING TO HIM, HE IS TALKING TO ME. I CAN SEE HIM, HE CAN SEE ME!" and I lost my thoughts.

He was tired but he still took time to talk to us and his face! HIS LAUGH. I can never get over it.


MUSTARD FACE. OMG SO ADORABLE CAN DIE.

Transcript up over HERE. Video should be up soon. Jangan gelakkan aku, May.


I have to share with you a couple of things pertaining to the man, though.

Four of my friends who went to Manila called me up during four songs. I HEARD HIM SING.

Okay, I know watching YouTube videos of him singing is also counted.

But this is different. I got to hear him sing The World I Know, Light On, Bar-ba-sol, AND A Daily AntheM.

The last song was incredible. Archie came out and sang along and even when the music ended, the fans sang along. IT WAS FREAKING AMAZING.

A Daily AntheM was not one of my favourite songs from the album, but it has slowly grown on me. Saturday was the night my love for this song was sealed.

I heard the ending where everyone goes "Whoa, Whoa" and I teared up. I CANNOT STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS PART BECAUSE IT WAS AMAZING.

Watch this:



THAT WAS JUST INSANE.

I may be a little jealous, but I heard it and that made me insanely happy.


If they had called me during this, I would've screamed my head off.




I think it's safe to say that I can die right now. I've gotten to do most of what I wanted to do, with the exception of seeing Chelsea play 'live', obviously. But I'm okay with that.


Have one more song on me. This is 'Avalanche'.




Time to do some work and update PROJECT365 now.

"Ryan Star in 2006 all over again"

At 5PM later, I will be talking to David Cook.

I just realised that and now I'm freaking out. Not even lying, I am scared. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would be speaking to him. See him in concert, maybe. But this?


THIS TAKES THE CAKE.

I might make a fool out of myself.


But, OMG MY DREAM IS COMING TRUE.


I AM GOING TO SPEAK TO THE MAN.


AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Might post a recap, if I feel like it.

To you, from me.

Dearest favourite niece,

I love you.

You're just so thoughtful and so full of love that every single time I walk into your father's office and look at the cards and crafts you make for him posted on his room wall, it makes me feel so touched to the point I want to cry.

You are so precious to everyone who knows you, including me. You're the most beautiful little butterfly to me, even if you're on the verge of turning 14 in July.

I wish that you'd stop growing up but that would be fighting/defying the force of nature. So all I want to say to you is: Please don't grow up too fast.

Always know that I love you. Even if I don't say it that often.

Love,
Your aunt who loves to ramble way too much for her own good.

KTBFFH.

Is it odd that I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY want Man United to win the Champions League now?

Cristiano Ronaldo, you bloody pansy. Show me that there is some amount of goodness in you.


If you think I am bitter, then you are correct.
Well, half-correct anyway.

That has got to be the worst kind of refereeing I have seen in my 15 years of being a football fan. WE HAD FOUR PENALTIES DENIED, OKAY. TWO OF WHICH WERE BLATANT HANDBALLS.

I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE MAD LIKE MICHAEL BALLACK RIGHT NOW.

If we had lost on the fact that Barcelona played better, I would not be upset about it. Honest to God, I would be a good sport and laugh at my boys.

BUT HELLO. WE PLAYED BETTER, SCORED A SCREAMER OF A GOAL AND DEFENDED LIKE OUR LIVES DEPENDED ON IT.

This was the ONLY trophy I cared about.

And fucking Barcelona took that away from us.

I sincerely hope Man United screw you over, Barcelona, because you didn't deserve that spot in Rome. AT ALL.


Also, if you screw me over and make fun of me, be prepared to die.

Hell hath no fury like a Chelsea fan scorned.


I am done ranting. Normal service is resumed.

It's a new life for me, and I'm feeling good.

Firstly, because I am shameless, I would like to promote myself.

After three good weeks of saying NO to Twitter, I am sad to announce that I have succumbed to peer pressure and opened an account. The comma-challenged man's time of having fun is up. Three weeks of fun is long enough, okay.

GO TWEET YOURSELF.

May, you owe Skizzy. Pay her up before she starts to randomly drop hints in the middle of conversations.


Secondly, another attempt of shameless self-promotion.

MY TAKE ON PROJECT365.

For more information on what Project365 is all about, go HERE and educate yourself.


Enough of the self-pimping. I have work to do.

May 12th, get ready because here I come!

Here you come again.

You know this feeling I'm currently going through right now?

It's EXACTLY the same thing I felt a good three years ago.

"It's like Ryan Star in 2006 all over again"


Those were the exact words I told her when this news broke out.


In approximately 9 days from now, I may be speaking to this man.

It's no hoax or joke.


I could very well be speaking to him.
Provided I keep my composure and stay calm and not ramble like a fool.

Do you know what that means?

It means that after that happens, I can be happy sempiternally. I would have absolutely no reason to be bitter if he goes and skips our country OR if he goes and performs in my brother's former university.

BECAUSE I WILL BE SPEAKING TO HIM. WE'RE HAND-IN-HAND, CHEST-TO-CHEST, NOW WE'RE FACE-TO-FACE.


Mock my fangirly side and call me 'stupid'. Because you know what?

IT BLOODY PAID OFF.

I'll keep being me.

If we had the same ideas on life and everything else in between?

We'd all be Stepford Wives. We'd be fucking robots that believe in happy sunshines and magic rainbows. We'd be submissive idiots.


I'd rather die than be one of those fake, blindly-conforming, programmed things.


Be thankful we're different. I can't stand it if we were all the same. A hint of similarity is fine, but not on everything.

I might cut myself if I knew I'm being surrounded by people who are just like me. One of me is enough to drive certain people up the wall. So, why have all that?

Don't change.
Don't conform.

Be comfortable in your own skin and do what you love. And don't stop doing it.