Saturday, 12 April 2008

I remember losing hope, I remember feeling low.

525, 600. Go figure.

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I realise the last few days made me treasure the people close to me.


Love is when your father leaves the newspaper on your study table just because he knows you want to do your weekly dose of Sudoku and crossword puzzles.

Care is when your friend makes you finish every last morsel of food on your plate because she is worried about the fact you're shrinking.

Madness is when your friends do obscene things just for the sake of optical illusions.

Disbelief is when your mother refuses to watch one of her favourites sing his farewell on the TV because she thinks the votings were rigged.

Concern is when your friends tell you they love your raccoon eyes you have due to lack of sleep.

Anger is when someone you know wants to take Jason Michael Cook to work when it's yours.

Oh yes, that's my official death glare. I actually showed this glare to the said person and he took the hint that I was pissed. I'm sorry, I am obsessive with my things. I am crazy, but you already know that by now.

Love is also when a tattoo artist-wannabe draws random things on your hand just to make you forget stupid things and smile.

Hahaha, I can see the words 'marriage' and 'emotional' from here.

I love you all the same.

*hugs*

*****
Fine, I updated because I wanted to post this.


If he can do Rihanna, I bet you he can do Mariah Carey. I know what you're thinking. Shut up.


Seriously. Word nerd = love.

Arrogant, smug, pompous. Whatever, Simon. I don't care.


Okay, this is random but funny.

"What you up to?"
"She's watching porn"
"WTF I AM NOT WATCHING PORN!"
"Porn! What in the name of prancing pixies!"
"She's watching the hipshaking nerd on her media player"
"Ah...so THAT is what you meant by porn. I agree. It's a porn video. I never knew nerds could do that"
-.-"

Evil people. It's not porn!


But oh goodness, watch the video. The dancers are freaking awesome. Really.



Back to my books then, I'm studying marriage, divorce, death and dying. How awesome is that.


Currently watching:
Seasons of Love (from the musical 'Rent') - Idol Gives Back performance.

Sigh...

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Wednesday, 23 January 2008

I don't believe that when you die, your presence isn't felt.

I am dying for this week to end. I am so tired.


Hello, no one can look THIS happy, okay? If you can, something is wrong. Bern, you PhotoShopped my face ah?

I am updating because I know I won't have time to update for the next few days.

Taken when the mother sent the "bling bling" text message.


So yes, firstly...Happy Birthday, Arjen Robben! Yes, I care. Pfft.


Anyways, I was watching The F Word on the Asian Food Channel (I should be banned from watching that channel. I keep drooling at the food, it's not even pretty!).

And OHMYSHORTS! Gordon Ramsay. Is. Hot.

Sigh, any man in the kitchen is HOT. Except for maybe Jamie Oliver and Chef Wan. The former for being a little disgusting and the latter...well, I just don't like him.

Anyway, back to Gordon Ramsay being hot. He was trying to get women back into the kitchen. Some "need to be passionate about cooking", he said.

"Eh, Gordon Ramsay told you to love the kitchen. It's a sign!"

And now, I feel very tempted to step into the kitchen and cook. Or bake.

"Just because Gordon Ramsay says it now, you want to learn?!"

My answer is "YES".

But my friend Claudine wants to keep him, so I don't mind Curtis Stone. Hahaha, he's a hottie, okay!

Like I said, a man in the kitchen is uber sexy.

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And I found out that Heath Ledger died.

I loved him in Brokeback Mountain! And A Knight's Tale as well.

He was such a talented actor. It's so sad and tragic.

RIP.

*****
"Mate, how are you doing? Yesterday I bought MU sling bag thanks to Roo. Hehe I saw his poster in the store so I went in. Hehe, I'm coming back tomorrow"
"I'm good la...Eh I want to see your new sling bag! Can't wait for you to come home =)"
"Can't wait to come home too. I miss MSN"
"Haha. I wanna hear stories of Hong Kong when you come home. Got hot ang mohs or not? =p"
"I tell you you if you went with me, we both will be screaming, fainting and dying. Loads of hot ang mohs...=p"
"See, told you got lots of hot ang mohs right? I knew it. You want to keep them all for yourself. Hmmph. Whatever happened to sharing is caring? *pouts*"

See? Hmmph. I knew it.

*****
More pictures of random things to come. Shall have to wait til I am free, which is God knows when.

Love you all the same.

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Tuesday, 8 January 2008

Parodies and paranoia.

This is what happens when you have two people who are equally jobless and bored on a Saturday night.

insanity is my fourth name says:
as the joint president of the bodo society, i would like to bring forth our first project.
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
-.-'
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
dei, bodo ONLY consists of me and you, what do you mean joint president?
insanity is my fourth name says:
that is not the point of the issue at hand. want to know what my brilliant plan is?
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
as long as it doesn't involve anything pink.
insanity is my fourth name says:
let's make a parody of 'piece of me'!
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
PARODY! WHAT IN THE NAME OF DAVID BECKHAM POSSESSED YOU?!
insanity is my fourth name says:
we can make fun of liverpool! with pics!
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
how?
i'm mrs parody queen says:
change the words and link the pics...and voila! parody! for the paedo especially!
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
i'm beginning to love your plan. when do we start?

So we got to work and this is what we came up with. This is meant to poke fun of the paedo (who is stealing Danny Cipriani away from me) for being terribly mean to us (like hiding our food). If you are offended, please tell me, don't send hate mail. We only did it because we got bored. Done in the midst of doing Sudoku puzzles and contemplating more nonsense. Pictures mostly googled or donated from the mate and the eejit.

**click on the underlined words to see the pics**

I'm Mr Premiership Dreams since I was 21

Don't matter if I back pass to Henry
Or sneak away to the Carribean
They're still gonna take pictures of my derriere in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me...

I'm Mr bad media karma
Another day another drama

Guess I can't see the harm
In working and having a tee-off
And with a club in one hand
I can still clobber John Arne Riise
And you want a piece of me

I'm Mr. Lifestyles of the Merseysiders

(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Oh my God that Stevie's Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. "Extra! Extra! Where's his curlers?"
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. he's too big while he's too thin
(You want a piece of me)

I'm Mr. 'hot penalty saver'
Tryin' and blockin' shots off
Well get in line with that Arjen Robben
Who's got me sent off
Hopin' I'll resort to some havoc
And end up settlin' his bills
Now are you sure you want a piece of me? (you want a piece of me)

I'm Mr. 'Most likely to get more tattooes than that Fernando Torres'
When getting the groceries, no, for real..
Are you kidding me?
No wonder there's panic in this industry
I mean please...
Do you want a piece of me?

I'm Mr. Lifestyles of the famous Scousers
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Oh my God that Xabi's bleeding
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Extra! Extra! More Own Goals!
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. he's too tall and he's too short
(You want a piece of me)

I'm Mr. Premiership Dreams since I was 44
Don't matter if I step on the Yanks
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They're still gonna take pictures of my goatee in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me...
You want a piece of me?

I'm Mr. Lifestyles of the Merseysiders
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Oh my God that Stevie's Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. "Extra! Extra! Where's his curlers?"
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. he's too big while he's too thin
(You want a piece of me)

I'm Mr. Lifestyles of the famous Scousers
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Oh my God that Xabi's bleeding
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Extra! Extra! More Own Goals!
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. he's too tall and he's too short
(You want a piece of me)


As far as I am concerned, I am going to hell for this and other nonsense I've done.

Will be hibernating again. Unless, someone pokes me to update.

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Tuesday, 2 October 2007

And I say that you're just fine.

I was up at 5 for sahur. Yes, my sleeping time has gone absolutely wonky. Very horrible.

And I decided to watch Channel 711 (the things ASTRO do to make me die faster). They had the Ellen show.

And there was this 11-year-old girl who can hypnotise lizards and put them in outfits/poses.

All she did was just rub the lizard's belly and it would be hypnotised for at the most 30 minutes.

Seriously, a cicak whisperer?

*****
Today, my crazy Filipino lecturer (I have valid reasons to call him crazy) was talking bout some interesting facts he found out from a survey done by FHM.

**Warning: The results of the survey were not tabulated by me, it's just what I heard today in class. This post may contain pictures that are either suitable or not suitable for little children. I am merely doing this to entertain myself because I am tired and grumpy**

Apparently, males with the healthiest bodies come from Holland because they ride bicycles more than they drive.

Hmmm...let's see if this is true shall we?

Exhibit A:

*imagines him on a bicycle*
*starts sobbing for stupid reasons*


Errm...let's proceed to our next male specimen.

Exhibit B:

Lies! Lies! I protest!!! He drives!


Anyways, according to the survey, males from Italy have the worst bodies.

Honestly, this cannot be true.

How can ANYONE in the right frame of mind say they don't have the fittest body?! The hotness in Fabio Cannavaro won't be happy. No, not even Zambrotta or Pirlo.


Next...the Portuguese were the considered as the most nutritionally-adequate ones (okay, I am not remembering the whole categories because the class was at 9 in the morning...a 12-hour lapse doesn't help) because they eat fresh vegetables.

Exhibit A-D: Hmmm...okay. Makes sense.


Exhibit E: Makes perfect sense to me. Seriously.


Exhibit F: Oh yes, makes perfect sense, especially if spotted with exhibit E.


Exhibit G: Makes no sense. The pic is only here for the mate who tolerates my nonsense.


We move on to the Spaniards. Apparently, the Spanish boys are more stressed because they're religious.

Exhibit A: I guessed he's stressed.


Exhibit B: I think he's stressed, that's why he didn't score on Saturday.


Oh...apparently the Dutch boys are the ones who have more extra-marital affairs.

Hmm...this pic proves nothing. It's just here because I didn't know which other pic to put up.


Lastly, the Portuguese men have the most sex in a week.

Now we know the story with him and the escorts.


Moral of the story: Don't believe everything you read about surveys. Unless it's from a credible source, of course. Therefore, I strongly suggest for all of you to wait until I come up with my own reliable survey.

*****
I was about to fall asleep in class, when the lecturer decided to call my name loudly so that I can answer a question.

At times like this, I rue the fact that he knows the father and the brother.

I Am NOT ever going to plan to fall asleep in class again.

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Friday, 14 September 2007

Everybody is somebody's fool.

Dear Real Madrid,

I don't know how many times I've written letters like this to you. And honestly, I'm not pleased. AT ALL.

If you want to sign Michael Ballack, by all means, go ahead. In exchange, give us Arjen Robben back. I want him back. All the pretty Dutch boys have run away from Chelsea.

You can keep Michael Ballack for as long as you want, just give us Arjen back.

Very much grumpy,
-me-

*****
Dear Lewis Hamilton,

No matter what happens, make sure you kick Fernando's ass. Don't let his mind games and petty behaviour get to you. You're better than that.

And while you're at it, can you tell Ron Dennis to put on some weight? He looks too thin lately. I bet all the tension from the spy scandal has gotten to him, but I hope he'll be okay.

Very much hopeful,
-me-

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I was watching the Serbia-Portugal match and saw Paulo Ferreira.

"You know the other day when I went to register my subjects I told you I saw a Paulo Ferreira look-alike but he's underaged?"
"Yeah, what about him?"
"The other day I saw him, he was hugging another girl"
"Oh...how sad!"

Oh well. Life's like that.

*****
One of these day if I fall down and die, and if you look deep down inside, and find yourself asking 'Did I cause her death?'...

The answer's simple. It's a big YES.

But no worries, I'm strong enough to take you on.

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Sunday, 9 September 2007

The boy hasn't gone Dutch after all.

Dutchmen are selfish, hence the term 'Go dutch'
Quoted by a confused Liverpool fan who has hidden his pencilbox away from me. Damn it.


I thought it was true too when this Dutchman said nothing to the fans like what Luis Garcia did.


But it seems I was wrong.

If I have time I would want to come back and say goodbye, to the supporters as well but I don't know if I'll have a chance because at Chelsea the programme is as busy as it is here, we play a lot of games at the weekend and mid-week as well.

So if I have one day off I would want to come back and say goodbye to everybody because I think it is important. To the fans I owe a big thank you because they were always good to me, I always had great support off them and I had a good relationship with them as well

I want to thank them for all the great support they gave me, it must have been frustrating for them to see me injured so many times. But every time I came back I always got a great reception and a warm welcome, so I want to thank them very much and I really enjoyed playing in front of them every time.

God put a smile upon your face.

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"OHMYGOD MICHAEL OWEN SCORED!"

She beyond happy. Now she'll call me and say "RAFA BENITEZ MUST BUY OWEN BACK!". Haha!


"The small boy Shaun scored the first goal!"
Ridiculous.


Oh well. Russia is next. Let's hope they don't screw it up.

*****
Remind me not to watch the race today. I have my reasons, okay.

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Saturday, 1 September 2007

Do yourself a favour.

I'm feeling the least bit patriotic now. I am actually counting down the days I go away from here.

"Eh, then no nasi lemak how?"

Make do with what you have, I suppose. There was a time when I was 16, I headed off for my brother's graduation and said "I want to go back home". Not like there was anything wrong with where I was. It was perfect!

No such things as double parking, littering, and other negative things you see in the TV. They even give way for pedestrians to cross!

Try doing that here, and the chances of you being rammed by a Mat Rempit is very high.

We emphasise on "budi bahasa" or manners on all citizens so much we have a campaign for it! But honestly, how many of us are actually courteous in all that we do? You still see people hogging up the seats on the bus/commuter trains when there are other people who really need those seats don't get to sit on them just because some person thinks their bags are people who deserve those seats!

Back in 2003, in the USA, the people are so friendly and so courteous. EVERYWHERE okay! Even the people in the toilet would smile at you and ask "Hi, how are you? Can I help you with anything?". I'm not making this up. I went to the McDonalds' in California (can't remember which part) and this lady came up to me in the toilet and smiled and asked me if I needed help.

Some people here would criticise you for being able to mix with other races. I have had the experience to the point my religious were called in for questioning. It's a multiracial country, for goodness sake! So is it wrong for me to talk to people who are of different races? Since when was that a crime!

I wasn't keen on going for my brother's graduation. I was going to miss my exams AND I didn't like the place (or so I thought). But that trip changed it all.

But the only thing that I missed when I was away was food. They can try to make nasi lemak or tomyam but it cannot compare to what I have here.

I want things to change here. I don't want people to say we "bocor" every month (at least it's supposed to happen, unlike the leaks in buildings). I don't want any more name-callings. I don't want corruption to reign supreme.

What I want is for people to grow up, break out from the shells they've been hiding in and do something.

*****
Today is the mother's birthday and we're not doing anything because she wants to watch football.

Haha.

*****
WTF. Lampsy is injured and there goes my fantasy team.

*grumbles*

You should have gone for that toe surgery instead of postponing it. Now you have a torn muscle AND a broken toe.

Sigh...life's like that.

*****
Oh, I was watching the old rugby WC game on the TV last night. The semi-final match between England and France.

Oh Jonny Wilkinson...

He looks so much like Arjen, only difference is that he's a bit bigger.

I'm waiting for the new WC soon. Whee!


Didn't I tell you I love rugby too?

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Friday, 24 August 2007

Heartbroken.

I was looking for random photos of the England match and I found lots of pics of Lampsy and Arjen together. How Arjen would run to him whenever he scored or vice versa. Or how silly he'd act during training sessions.

I hear something crack. Oh that's right, it's my heart.

My dearest number 16, I am going to miss you horribly. I really am.


Bye bye six packs.



I don't care if they say you have no sense of fashion. I still think you're good looking.


I'm sorry for leaving you out of my top 10 of the list. I'm horrible, I know.

Now all the blondies have left. The only one who is there doesn't even play for the first team.


I wish you the very best in Madrid and hopefully, we don't have to play against your team in the Champions League. Say hi to Fabio Cannavaro, Eidur Gudjohnsen and Luis Garcia for me.

I have realised that it was bound to happen, but I didn't expect you to leave so soon. Well, life's like that. If it's bound to happen, it will happen.


Wikipedia just removed him off the Chelsea link. And guess who had some tears streaming down her cheeks?


Blame the hormonal imbalance if you want.



Currently listening to:
How Deep Is Your Love? - Take That.

We belong to you and me.



I was going to post this song for you along with some pics, but I just couldn't. At least not today.

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