I don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart.

Me: Robbie Keane is made of epic fail.
Brother: Come on, Liverpool!!! Score some more!
Me: Eh, don't be so greedy, can or not? You're already a goal up, what?
Brother: *in a slightly whiny tone* But I want us to have 5-0 scores.
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHA!

He envies my boys and their mad scoring streaks.

Cheh, what's the point of that? We always lose on freaking penalties, even with teams of a lower division.

So bloody ridiculous.

Big Phil Scolari needs to train them on how to take proper penalties. Like, seriously.

We can have epic 5-0 wins and all, but drawing and being tossed out on penalties is something that may happen too.

I don't like that alternative much.


I'm watching the match now, and earlier, Scolari angrily showed the "3-0" scoreline with his fingers and made a 'pushing forward' motion with his hands to the boys.

He wants more goals.
-___________-""""""""""""""

I have no words. DON'T BE SO GREEDY, CAN?

Until later. Why is it so cold now?

I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words how I feel.

I love to sleep. You know that.

I also love my room. If ever my room is not in the condition it's supposed to be (clean), I would refuse to sleep in it and start cleaning it at really odd hours of the day. Otherwise I will call myself a failure.

The problem that has been bugging me for the last 2 months is that my room is the room with the balcony. That is where we hang our clothes. People would come in and out of my room to hang their clothes and whatnots.

It used to be just my mother who would come in my room and hang clothes.

Now it's my sister-in-law.

My brother also comes in occasionally, to borrow my laptop.

My dad would come in to see if I was awake or asleep, so that he knows whether or not he should turn the modem off.

In the process, he would lock me in my own room.

Sometimes, my mother locks me in too.

So does my brother.

When I find myself locked in, I knock (more like banging in a violent fit of rage) on my door in hopes of it breaking it down.

Sometimes, if I wake up at an ungodly hour, say at 4 in the morning, I know my mother would be up and I'd call her and say "Hello, someone locked me in and I can't get out. Come up and open the door for me, please".

Sometimes, I think she does it on purpose. It's her way of saying "Stay in there. Stay out of trouble", I think.

Crafty mother.

Sometimes, it's the weekend or it's a day I don't have class/anything to do and all I feel like doing is sleeping just a few hours more.

Then my mother comes in to hang the clothes and after doing all that, she will sit at the edge of the bed and wakes me up to tell me random stories of something my father said or what she saw on the idiot box.

Sometimes I am fast asleep and she tells me to move a little because she wants to sit on the edge of my bed to fold clothes.

I keep hearing David Archuleta's Crush on the radio every single hour that I am awake, it's insane.

I know-lah I have like this SUPER MASSIVE crush on all the boys in the band (Shut up. Don't judge me, okay), but really, playing Crush to mark that is a little too much, don't you think?

I hate interrupted sleep.

I hate having eyebags.

I hate people coming in and out of my room.

I am beginning to hate that song.

I hate the fact I can't go back to sleep now.

This is the time of my life.

This post shall be updated when someone else decides to be generous with gifts.

Excuse my cheesy title. My 21st was indeed the time of my life.

So what happened?
My best friend from secondary school called me up at midnight and lamented about the fact she has to wait until December to turn legal. It was incredibly nice of her to call me up from the library of her university since she was studying for my finals, she never fails to call me up at midnight on my birthday. We had a falling out for about a year in 2005 and I'm eternally thankful that we're back on good terms again.

After that, my 17 years and her cousin called me up and made an awful rendition of Light On and Crush, they were mucking up the lyrics! I couldn't help but laugh really loudly, which resulted in myself getting a slap from my mother for being too loud. Yeah, I got slapped by my mother a few minutes into my moments of being 21. Let's not talk about that because it makes the three of us feel horribly awkward. Thank you nonetheless, for being there and making me laugh to prevent the tears from rolling down and telling me what to do when it did and my pressure dropped.

Anyways, the whole morning of my birthday, I refused to see anyone. I made a dash to the bathroom, took a shower and headed back into my room. and stayed in there for what seemed like forever. I was bitter, okay. My birthdays in the past have never been outstanding, I always end up being miserable and grumpy. I came down only when everyone was ready to head out to visit my relatives. That was at 1:24PM, the time I was born, and my dad wishes me at only this time and not earlier or later than that. He wished me and the rest followed. I don't think I shook hands with my mother because I was very upset.

The first place we went to was my Mak Ngah and Mak Su's place. I have been craving for her chicken rendang (that's where my mother got her recipe from) and her kuah kacang. By far, the best kuah kacang ever. It so happens my Mak Su and I share the same birthday. We had fun teasing my Mak Ngah. Poor auntie. Haha. By this time, I felt better. Grumpy baby walrus was nowhere to be seen.

Then we headed out to my Mak Andak's house. We had a good laugh too.

After that, we went over to an old family friend's house. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing she forgot my birthday. Every year, she used to give RM100 in the birthday card she posted and that stopped for a while, and when my brother got married, she gave me RM100 too. One thing about this auntie is that she is super generous. Way too generous. She gave me RM50 as my duit Raya. I'm not so greedy-lah, I don't shamelessly tell people "It's my birthday today, give me extra money please". I am not so forward =/

Then we had dinner in Victoria Station in Medan Damansara. Every year my brother plans on calling the staff to sing 'Happy Birthday' to me (if you tell them it's your birthday, they sing for you), but it never materialises (because I don't fancy the idea of some random person singing happy birthday to me...unless of course, he is THE one and only David Cook).

I had fun, it may not have been a great birthday but I had fun regardless.

Anyways, let's take a look at the gifts and cards then, shall we?

This is what I got from my parents.


Say hello to Andy, my new iPod nano. So darn pretty, kan?

I'm not allowed to use him until the 18th because that when my exams will be over and done with.




This is the card the family gave me. Yes, my brother and his wife signed this card too. I'm their daughter too, apparently. Does anyone else think that my brother's signature looks like it says David instead of Rizal?

Aimee Lee Kit-Ee/woman with so many 'eees' in her name sent me a card. Next time, you use eagles, okay? Pos Malaysia fails us again.


Aimee ah, I showed my dad your card like you asked me to and he says he likes your handwriting better.
-.-' He says mine is all disjointed, something about it not being connected or written in cursive handwriting. I like my handwriting, okay, thank you.

This pretty box came from the mate. Randomly, I didn't know how to open the box and Yas said to pull the lid up and that's when we found out how to open the box. I am so stupid, I tell you.

What's inside, you ask?

No-lah, how can you fit David Cook inside there? You people are too imaginative-lah. So much free time, is it? Come do my assignment for me, please?

I squealed when I saw these things inside that pretty box.

Chelsea pencil box.

Chelsea mug. I so happy can die, thank you.
Thank you, mate! *hugs and squeezes you*

Skizzy, upon hearing the bad start to my day, found something that she knew would cheer me up.

"For you, on your 21st...you deserve this because you have to wait another 42 days for the album"

THIS = ONE DROOL-WORTHY BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER.

The revelation of THAT particular tattoo leaves me oh-so very happy I'm doing cartwheels now.

Oral fixation, much?

MY BOYFRIEND IS MY MUSE! HAHAHA! Thank God for that Guitar Hero advert.

Favourite photo ever.

I have come to a conclusion that this man is a robot manufactured by an evil scientist to render people speechless and seduce innocent beings into having horrible, horrible thoughts.

Yes, you have succeeded in seducing me, now quit the smirking already! Let me enjoy the remaining bit of dignity I have left in myself. Don't taunt me!

I love you, woman. I did get him on my birthday after all. HAHA!

Thank you so much everyone for the gifts and wishes through Facebook, Friendster, MySpace, online, LiveJournal, text messages, snail mail and e-mails. I love you all sempiternally. Here's to more birthdays and happy occasions.

Right, I'm exhausted and my double whammy of aches isn't getting any better so I better go to bed.

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.

*****

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.

Make it up as you go along.

Hello world. I haven't run off to Timbuktu or Bali and married someone.

I was resting. I have been online but just too tired to update or even make a short recap of the wedding on Sunday.

The point is, I am here now, after constant pestering by my pole-dancing Scouser, ready to give you a recap of the things that transpired on Sunday.


We all went to bed at 2AM that Sunday morning, all of us were supposed to wake up at 6, since we were leaving home at 8.

Guess who brilliantly turned off the alarm once it rang at 6, only to wake up at 7:15?
(no cookies shall be given if you guessed it right, just a pat on the head)

So yours truly ran out to the bathroom and bathed like it was her last bath and her life depended on it (which was actually the truth).

I put on make-up without looking like a drag queen. I was rather surprised that I looked somewhat decent in make-up.

As you can see, I put on very minimal make-up, I didn't want to end up looking like someone smashed a cake in my face.

I felt very left out when I saw my family donning blue outfits and I was in a green one. Oh well, I like sticking out like a sore thumb. It's what I do best.

But the outfit was so loose, it almost fell off. Don't tell me I lost so much weight in the span of three weeks okay? Freaking impossible.

So, eventually we left at 8:30AM because part of our entourage to Seremban were delayed by the MRR2 problem. On the way to Seremban, it rained. It was raining on my brother's wedding day.

So I grumbled to Mr. 12AM pillow talks about it and he said "God's blessing the wedding, 'hujan rahmat' right?". He was right, I knew it, just that I didn't expect it to rain that much.

I texted my 17 years and asked if I'd see a magic rainbow later because of the rain.
"Woman, don't try to be funny with me"

We were escorted to another house so that my brother could change into a new set of clothes. After that, we went to the mosque for the nikah ceremony.

The imam asked my brother a lot of random questions, it kind of annoyed me. And you know what was worse? KIDS. There were kids running all over the place while I was trying to get decent shots of the ceremony. I almost gave them my death glare or hit them, but I decided against it because I didn't want to leave an infavourable impression on my in-laws.

Suddenly out of nowhere, this huge spider jumped onto my brother's lap, I actually jumped about too because I was scared. It was massive, not the size of a tarantula, but still!


He recited the 'lafaz nikah' in one breath, and they were pronounced husband and wife.






The newlyweds.

Then, my brother and his new wife sought blessings from all that were present including myself.


My father claimed he didn't cry. I believe him.



My mother and the newlyweds cried.
"Why are you crying?!"
"I'm happy"

If I'm happy, I laugh...and that's what I did.



New extension to the family =)



New family and the KL entourage. Perempuan Melayu terakhir, much?


After the ceremony in the mosque, my father, my brother and I went over to the other house for him to get dressed into his other outfit. I wanted to freshen up and see if my gayliner was smudged, and there was no mirror in the house. So I did the next best thing: take a picture of myself and see if there was anything wrong.

At that point I was being vain, my father walked into the room and caught me in the act. I had to explain myself and he understood. Out of curiosity, I asked him a question.
"Did you cry just now?"
"No, usually fathers don't cry when their sons get married, but they cry when their daughters get married"
"So say if I get married, will you cry?"
"Of course, I will!"

Aww...I feel loved. He loves me.

I told my parents not to cry at my wedding, I told them to laugh. They say I'm crazy. Pfft.


Then, we were whisked off to the bride's house for the next ceremony.

This is where I get to bless the couple on the dais. It was done quite haphazardly, the DJ called people to bless the couple in such a random order. He called me to bless the couple but at the same time called a few other people to bless them. I actually didn't want to do it because of the way the DJ was calling out the people to bless the couple.

But eventually, I did bless the couple. Again, it was just a matter of not trying to make a bad impression on the bride's side of the family.

I met an old schoolmate of mine who apparently works with my sister-in-law. Small world, eh?
"OMG HI!"
"HI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
"THIS IS MY OFFICE MATE! WHY ARE YOU HERE?"
"THAT'S MY BROTHER!"
"OMG SMALL WORLD!"
"WE LIVE IN THE SAME AREA BUT OF ALL THE PLACES TO MEET?"
"FAR OFF RIGHT?"

I got a little excited seeing a familiar face besides my family, that's all.

We ate and talked, along the way, one of my dad's closest friend's daughter sang for the couple four times (because the DJ insisted she sang). During the second song, my cousin dared me to give her a flower, sort of like a groupie.


Of course, I obliged. Hey, who's going to provide you something to laugh about huh?

Then, the bride and groom started posing for the photographer. Goodness, did we have a laugh over the poses or what!

"Enough of the poses-lah, it's so ridiculous"


I think she wanted to say retarded but she didn't want to offend the photographer.


My niece asked me politely about when will I get married.
"When David Cook comes to KL and proposes to me"
"When I find the right person to get married to"

Sensible answer, right?

Great, now everyone wants to know when and who I am going to marry. My mother already has plans to use the recent hantaran boxes when it comes to my wedding and they've even covered my wedding car (but that itself requires a special entry of its own because the story is too funny).


Before we went back, we got lots of food to take back home; a goodie bag filled with bunga telur, potpourri, and other things; muffins; and God knows what else.

Oi, it was like Hari Raya Aidilfitri, my birthday, Deepavali and Christmas come early!

We had no space in our car to keep the things (what with the hantaran and all). We had to squeeze ourselves into the car.

My father is so hilarious. He went up on the dais and sat there holding the bouquet, and yelled "Oi, doesn't anyone want to take my picture?" and we all couldn't help but laugh and I told my mother to go up and sit next to him while I took the photo for them.

At least he remarried the same lady he got married to 29 years ago and not someone new.

My mother and brother hugged each other before we headed back home.
"Eh, don't cry ah. No drama and tears now"

More pictures HERE and HERE. Too lazy to upload them in my Photobucket account. If you have Facebook, go see the pictures there.

*****

My brother just got back home from Seremban (usually, the groom stays at the bride's place for a few days before their reception in the groom's place) and knocked on my door just to tell me he's home.

He saw some boxes of the hantaran in my room and saw a particular box and asked me what's in there.
"This is your wedding ring box. Here, you can keep it"
*panics and checks ring finger*
"Shit!"
"You left your ring?"
"I LEFT MY RING IN SEREMBAN!!!"
"You stupid idiot!"

God, that is quite fun, calling him an idiot.

You've been married for two days and you've forgotten the ring.

MAJOR EPIC FAIL, DEAR BROTHER OF MINE.


MAJOR.

EPIC.

FAIL.

One day, I'm gonna do a Britney.

You heard me.

I'm going to shave my head bald one day.


I was just yelling about how unforgiving the weather has been lately and I ended my long rant with a "I WANT TO CUT MY HAIR" remark in front of my father. In return, he gave me a rather strange look which I could not comprehend.

Then, later he mentions about getting his hair cut and again I jumped in and asked if I could cut my hair.

"No"
O_O
"Why not?"
"I like your hair like this"

So I came home and had my usual 12AM pillow talk with number two.
"I just asked my dad about the haircut and he said no because he likes my hair like this"
"He's right"
O_O
"I like it that way, frames your face perfectly"
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE AND LONG HAIR? DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT THE WEATHER IS?"
"No need to yell at me. We love you and want the best for you...even if it includes your langsuir-like hair"
"Oh, you're such a charming bitch"
"You love me, nonetheless"
"Yes, Dave. I love you"
"Quit calling me Dave!"

Seriously, one of these days, I'm going to do a Britney and shave all my hair off and sell it to charity.

I mean, do you not like my hair like that? Please note that this picture was taken two years ago and I look NOTHING like that anymore.


Tomorrow is going to be insane. As it is, I think I'm already insane (no, no...being insanely in love with you-know-who does not count) with all the wedding tensions going on, some of which had led me to be slightly depressed and skipping meals.

Pray that the ceremony goes as perfectly and smoothly as possible.
Pray that the journey to Seremban will not be dampened by rain.
Pray that the photos I take will turn out beautiful.

You will not see me cry at a wedding. Because I am awesome, like that. Plus I don't want to smudge my make-up with my tears, I can foresee my mother engaging in a creative verbal discussion if that should take place.

*rolls eyes*

Seriously, I think it's funny to cry at a wedding. I already told my brother that if I end up laughing while blessing the couple on the dais, he shouldn't hold it against me.

Yes, yes. Go on, say it. I am an idiot.
Tell me something I don't know already.

You lovely people have a great Sunday now.

From here, it will only get worse.

You know what?
True friends stab you from the front, not from the back.

*****

My brother just came in and asked me about the friendly match.

The fucking audacity of him to ask me that.

I'M THE GODDAMN LAST PERSON YOU SHOULD ASK!

*breathes deeply*

Seriously. Stop pissing me off and making me sad.

*****

Why was I being so bitter the past two weeks?

01. On Saturday, someone sent me a message saying if I wanted tickets to watch the match and he could organise a meeting with the boys. I so badly wanted to say yes, I almost cried.


02. I don't hate my future sister-in-law. I really don't.
It's just his decision to get married that pisses me off. He just conveniently tells my mother in the car on the way to a wedding which my father and I didn't attend one day that "I'm seeing someone and I would like to get married". Like seriously? If I hadn't known any better, I'd say it's like a shotgun wedding. It would be nice if he actually brought her home to introduce us all to her. I have a hard time adjusting to new situations. I'm awkward, to be honest. My parents at least can deal with changes better. Not that I'm saying I can't, I can. It's just that the process itself is longer than what a normal person would undergo.

I can't talk to her. I barely know her! I know, once she lives here, I'll get used to it, you say. But the thing is, we're on two different polarities. She's quiet, sane and religious; a few things I am not known for. Most people know I have an innate fear of talking to people who talk very softly. Well, yeah, she talks softly and that doesn't help me at all.

I want to be familiar with someone before I let them be a part of my life.
"I know you don't hate her. It's just that, you need to know someone for you to trust them. Trust is an important issue with you"

How he manages to tap my inner thoughts like that amazes me slightly.
"How do you know it's exactly that?"
"Trust me, I've been your best friend for 7 years and dated you for two. I know you even more than YOU let on"
"Besides...I can see it in your eyes, I can see it in your smile..."

Stupid fellow. We're having a serious conversation and you randomly sing Lionel Richie's Hello to me.

I don't hate her. I promise. This feeling shall pass, I know of it.


03. This wedding plans are robbing me of my social life. It's sad to say I have yet to watch The Dark Knight when three-quarter of the population of the world have already watched it TWICE.

Fine, I'm being a fat, selfish walrus.


04. One of my father's late friend's daughter is going off to Cyberjaya to study and we decided to visit her on Saturday. We went out for dinner/supper (I have been skipping breakfast and dinner because I just have no mood to eat) and then we went back to their place. We got on to talking and somehow the conversation went to the topic of consuming fish.
"Fish is food for the brain. You're smart. See when you ate fish, you got 7As for your PMR. Even my son also got good result. My son...and my daughter too"

The statement itself is innocent, but I tend to look at it in both a positive and negative light.

Yes, dear father. I am not smart. No need to feel sorry for me. There is no need for you to feel compelled to mention my being smart. It's okay. I've learnt I am second best. Silver is such a pretty colour on me compared to gold.

The next day, I just went to the trophy cabinet and took out all of my stupid trophies and hid them somewhere in my room.

It's not because of what my father said. Almost every trophy in there belongs to my brother. To put my trophies there would be an insult to his intelligence.

Everyone who steps into my house for the first time would casually walk over to the cabinet and peruse the trophies one by one.
"Eh, why mostly your son's trophies only?"

We live in a culture that tells us the amount of As we score is equivalent to how perfect we are and how wonderful life is.

I don't want to be subjected to people's idiocy to such things.

So if and should anyone ask me why I lack trophies in the cabinet, I might just answer "Why? Do you want to give me one so that I don't feel sorry for myself for not being as smart as he is?"

At least I know how to spell and count and read. That's all that matters, no?

*****

ROBBIE KEANE IS IN LIVERPOOL.

WHAT THE HELL.

HE'S NOT MEANT TO BE THERE. HE BELONGS TO SPURS.

Ah well, not like the went to ManUre. Ugh, that would've been disastrous.

*****

I promise not to buy anything until October.

Whatever money comes my way shall be used for the David Cook album fund, the David Cook in KL fund, and the ongoing Stamford Bridge fund.

=)

*****

"Ma, I don't care. When David Cook comes to KL, I am going"
"Must see the timing is right or not first-lah"
"Timing right or not, I am going. I have already been robbed of so many things, let me have this moment, okay"
"I'm taking you with me, by the way"


I feel better already.


Stop worrying, okay. Michael Johns is keeping me happy with his shenanigans.


Currently listening to:
Warwick Avenue - Duffy.

You think you're loving but you don't love me.

Just maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me.

"What's up, sexy?"
"Shut up"
"Uh-oh. I know that tone anywhere. It's the infamous 'I-can-be-a-bitch-as-and-when-I-please' one. It's 12 so...go on"
"Do you know how horrible I feel right now?"
"Shoot"
"I just hate this wedding"
"Uh, aren't you supposed to be excited? Why do you hate it?"
"I can't do anything!"
"Like what?"
"LIKE YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW!"
"Okay, focus your anger on something else besides me"
"Sorry. I can't see Chelsea play. I can't see Daughtry. I can't see Jared Leto in Genting. YOU KNOW HOW NEAR GENTING IS TO MY PLACE? WTF!"
"MPH IS HAVING A SALE FROM THE 30TH UNTIL THE 3RD OF AUGUST AND I CAN'T GO! FOR GOD'S SAKE, A BOOK SALE!!! I WANT TO GET SOME NEW BOOKS TO READ-LAH!"
"I'M HORRIBLY MAD AT EVERYONE!"
"THE ONE TIME CHELSEA AND I ARE IN THE SAME CONTINENT, I CANNOT GO. WHY? BECAUSE MY BROTHER DECIDED THAT HE HAS TO GET MARRIED FAST BECAUSE THE PERSON HE IS MARRYING IS THIRTY!"
"Breathe, sweetie. Take a deep breath"
"I don't hate them but...argh! I sound so selfish, but I can't help it! I'm going to be the worst sister-in-law ever!"
"You're not going to be"
"You're a grumpy little thing, you know? It amuses me to no end to see you rambling"
"Why is it that I can only talk to you when I am feeling unhappy?"
"Because when you're happy, you're busy throwing insults back and forth at me"
"Not that I'm complaining, I know that's your way of saying you love me"
"You're obnoxious"
"You know something?"
"What?"
"I'm happy David Cook isn't coming to KL just yet. Oi, quit hitting me and hear me out! Because if he did come around the time your brother was getting married, you would be even grumpier than you are right now and trust me, no one, I repeat, NO ONE would want to say a word to you because anything they say might make you shout at them or cry uncontrollably"
"When he comes here, I AM GOING AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME. I MEAN IT AND I'M TAKING YOU WITH ME!"
"Jesus, no. I am not going to come with you to see him! Thanks but no thanks"

It's amazing you're the only person I can be upfront and frank about things like these that make me doubt myself for being human or having feelings.

Thank you for 12AM pillow talks.
Thank you for making damn sure I don't weep like a MASSIVE baby walrus.
Thank you for being you. Obnoxious or not, you are love.

You're my wonderwall.

*****

I need to get out.

Guess what? This pair of shoes in Novo I was eyeing since January is being sold at RM49 now! It used to be RM126, then it was RM59.

"You want it or not?"

I said no.


Wow. First I said no to a necklace, now I said no to a pair of shoes?

I am beyond surprised that my will-power is THAT strong.

Oh, how quaint. Magic Rainbow is playing now.


You know what that means?
It means I should reward myself for being headstrong.


Right after I typed that, they played Always Be My Baby.

THIS CALLS FOR A DOUBLE REWARD!

Toodles.

There goes my hero, watch him as he goes.

I can never step into a bookshop and leave without buying anything. There is always something I have to buy.

I'm like a kid in a candy store when I'm in a bookshop.

I went into MPH Bookstores in One U and bought a card (was very bummed I couldn't buy a book there).

Then, my brother and I went into Pay Less Bookstore and guess what I got?

Yes, I got TWO Psychology textbooks. I bought that Adolescence and Emerging Adulthood one because it had cross-cultural approaches!

I love books. Have I told you that already?

*****

Today, I found out that my brother and I have a few things in common.

We hate Ronaldo the pansy.
We love blue shirts.
We love books. I got him to pay for my books =p
We love chocolates.
We hate slow drivers.

We went out together to get a birthday present for my father (which was rather tiring).

*takes out light purple shirt*
*puts on me*
"Why are you putting this on me?"
"I want to see if this shirt matches pa or not...if it doesn't suit you, it won't suit him"
-.-"

I picked this long-sleeved dark blue shirt for him and he told me how my sister-in-law (I'm still not used to saying this word yet) is complaining about how many blue shirts he has but he didn't care and bought it anyway. I have good taste, you see.

He saw that Ronaldo poster on the pillar and he pretended to kick it. I just had to laugh because I wanted to do the same before he did it.

We bought the present and the card, and I told him I wanted to buy these Converse shoes I've been eyeing. We got to the store and I saw the shoes.
"Which is better? Black or blue?"
"Up to you...but if it were me, I'd pick the blue one"

Damn psychic, the bugger. So I showed him the price of the shoes.
"Why are you showing me the price?"
"Because I have no money to pay for them"
"What? And you came in here looking like you had money!"
"I told you I only had RM50!"
"Hey, consider this as your 'going away before getting married' present"
"Okay. I realised I haven't given you money for the last few months already, with all these wedding things"

Yes. He pays me money to wash his plate. Well, at least that's what he says. RM75 a month. I haven't been paid for my services for the last few months. Not complaining, I do know he's been busy with work and the wedding preparations.



There's footwear everywhere! Slippers under my bed, high heels in front of the closet, and the Converse on the chair! My father is right -.-'

I asked the guy at the store for the shoes in size 7 and he looked at my feet. I came home and realised that the pair I bought was size 6.

I checked the label on the shoe box and apparently...
size 6 for men = size 8 for women.

Ah, now that makes more sense.
The guy is super psychic-lah, I say. Look at my feet and he already knows my size.


I love my new Converse shoes.

More importantly, albeit it may seem to be a little trite, I love my brother. There are a lot of things we don't agree on, there are times I resent him, but I do love him.

There goes my hero, watch him as he goes,
There goes my hero, he's ordinary...


P/S: Never EVER download Michael Johns' songs before you go to bed. Shall explain why tomorrow.