You're never gonna shake me

It's an all-English final.

Now, the question is:
Who is the OTHER English team?

I can't wait for the match. Oh God.

*****

Yesterday's shopping trip was rather fruitful too. I bought two pairs of toe socks (you're right, I have a toe socks fetish), a T-shirt from Levi's, and a skirt from Isetan.

Oh and dark chocolates from Marks and Spencer!

Was up and about in The Gardens and MidValley yesterday...and oh, my craving for Portuguese grilled stingray has been satisfied. Yum.

Also, my thosai and mutton cravings were satisfied as well.

Honestly, when I am hormonally-imbalanced and unstable, I have the weirdest food cravings in the universe. I sound like I am pregnant. Sheesh.

I had a free shoulder massage too, I came back with my neck smelling like some scented oil. The mother's neck smelled of jam! Some raspberry jam or something like that.

*****

Now I can't wait for 6PM!


Currently watching:
Music of the Night - David Cook.

He knows bloody well how to captivate people like me with his eyes. Sigh...

You want a piece of me?

"You look like a raccoon"

It's quite scary when your friends notice random things about you especially when you try to hide it.

I am surprised at the fact of how awake I am right now. I went to sleep at 5 on Sunday morning and I woke up four hours later at 9.

"Eh, you're up so early! Buy lottery!"
I have horrible friends.

And yes, I love Lewis Hamilton.

I swear when they were hugging each other before they went up the podium, I was going "EEEEEE, SO CUTE!". I love how genuinely happy they were for each other despite racing for different teams and all. Nico is so adorable, I tell you.

And after I watched hot boys and fast cars, I switched my attention to hot, burly men with good left feet.

I watched rugby-lah, stupid.

They played so well, as compared to the matches against Scotland, Italy and Wales. I was impressed at how Danny Cipriani played. He proved himself worthy of that number 10 shirt, though Jonny Wilkinson will always be my number 10. Hahaha.


Eejit said this pic is obscene. Hahaha!


Jamie Noon, man-of-the-match. The tackle monster. Hahahaha.



Aack!!! Pretty boy! He's on for not even 5 minutes for a blood replacement for Paul Sackey and he scores a try! And then he goes back to the bench. Haha.


I love this pic. Lesley Vainikolo carrying him made me smile like a monkey high on bananas. Damn cute until can die.


So happy together...

They make me so happy.

And this is just so adorable.

Fellow try-scorer and Falcons star Tait added: “I was only on the field for about five minutes as a blood replacement and I’ve never been in that situation when you score and then get taken back off.

“I was getting stick off the bench when I came off and I’m sure I’ll get it from Paul Sackey for stealing his try. It was nice to get over and for us to put on a better performance.

“Having started five games in a row at the World Cup to go to coming off the bench was difficult but you’ve got to get on with it and do what you can do.

“If I had the answer to why we’ve been so inconsistent, I’d be a very rich man. It’s been frustrating for us to beat France and Ireland, two of the top sides, and then to lose to Scotland. Credit to everyone involved that we’ve managed to turn it round.”

I am definitely going to miss my fix of rugby matches now =(


And how many of you think this statement is very obscene?

Frank Lampard, cheered on by John Terry, who christened the midfielder 'Goldenballs' after his four-goal effort in midweek, also went close, but didn't manage to strike lucky.

Really, really not wanting to say or know anything about that.

Shall not be updating soon, unless something interesting happens.
I'll be busy with life, which in short, means my assignments. Life = assignments.


Nah, sexy guitar vandal wanted to say "Be good while she's away".


P/S: I'm honestly surprised at how early I wake up despite sleeping late, I slept at 2 this morning and woke up at 7. My sleeping hours have gone wonky now =/

Ah, look at all the lonely people.

If something's not meant to be fixed, just leave it alone.


Even if it's a fancy guitar.


*faints*

Or a dying heart.


Don't try to fix it. It's meant to be that way.


Nothing's gonna change my world...even if things begin to break you or me, I will be here.

*****

Danny Cipriani and Mathew Tait, you know how much I love you both. I am so insanely proud and happy, despite the fact I couldn't watch the match because other people were busy watching Liverpool play Reading =( Show that Brian Ashton he's wrong!

Can't wait to see the repeat.


And JT...it's been ages since we last saw you score a goal. I missed that horribly.


Lewis, please win the race tomorrow. Get my racing bug back into gear =)


I think I want a cupcake.



I love cupcakes, Danny Cipriani, David Cook, John Terry, Lewis Hamilton and Mathew Tait.

*****

I want a haircut desperately, but some funny person said:
"Your hair's not long enough for you to cut"

0.0

So now if I want to cut my hair must fulfil a certain quota is it? -.-

Grrr....

*****

Busy week up ahead.

Monday - visit to Wisma Harapan, meeting with Abnormal Psych tutor, Child Development group meeting.
Tuesday - full day of class.
Wednesday - experiment to run, poster defense, Abnormal Psych poster to be done.
Thursday - holiday, but may have to finish works on the poster.
Friday - handing in of the poster and logbooks.
Saturday - sponsoring for prayers.


All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

They belong here.

Currently listening to:
Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles.

Nothing quite beats the original, you know?

Except for the studio version he recorded. He reminds me so much of Toby Rand and Ryan Star. Hahaha, you should know why.

Slow down.

I nearly fell and hurt myself TWICE. Clumsy fool.


I had so much fun just now. That 2-year-old kid and her mad cousins cracked me up til my stomach was in stitches.


Three cups of coffee. Two apples. One happy kitty.


The weather makes you want to love how wonderful everything is.


It's days like today you just don't want to get out of bed, resulting in being tardy for appointments. Not so tardy, anyways.


I love you-lah, you stupid Scouser who'd do drummer boys. Thank you for being such a fantastic constant. Even if you make fun of my choice in men or say things like "Don't make me yank your pants".


I wish life had a pause button, just so I can savour beautiful moments like today.


The mother said I've been a good girl for eating my apples. I am craving for thosai quite honestly.


There's nothing like a night of rock songs and boys playing the guitar to cheer up a little kitty.


And...I need a break. From this and everything.

If I don't update for the next couple of days, it means I'm hiding or I'm too busy.


Just in case you miss me...

Rugby's Ant and Dec...HAHAHA!


"He looks Chinese!"

I hate that I love you, woman.

Die another day.

Yesterday was a mix of all sorts.

I was happy because I felt that I was better prepared for the midterms than my last exams. I thank Duffy for not dying on me while I was up making short notes and being depressed over the eating disorder chapter. Duffy is my radio =p


I was a little annoyed because this jackass kicked my knee and didn't even bother to say sorry. "Ouch, that didn't hurt!". Yeah, to him it was no big deal. But hey, I have a bruised knee since 2006, why should I complain yeah?


I was feeling a little pain when I went for my massage yesterday. The foot massage was fine. Then came the body massage. We get to choose between 2 treatments. One is the cupping treatment (bekam/ba guan), the other is the gua sha treatment (it's like they take this comb and scratch your back).

We opted for the former, since we did the latter already. And now I have nice little cupping marks not only on my back, but on my ass. Bloody nice round marks.

The next time we go, I think I'd rather have my back scratched. And a masseur who speaks English.


And oh my God, Eduardo's injury made me cry. You could see the bone sticking out his socks!
*shudders*

Hope he recovers soon. I am not an Arsenal fan, but I am human okay.

Yay Nando for scoring a hattrick, but I'm going get a pair of scissors and snip his hair off while he's asleep.

Duffy and William Gallas, come home...


Oh yeah, England beat France! I watched the second half only. Yes, I still can't wake up that early. But yes, eye-candy at 4 am and a convincing win compared to the last few matches = happy me. Not 5 out of 5, but still. FTW = the awesome.


Now I am confused. See, I want to transfer to the UK. The father says okay, but provided I've got someone else going with me. The mother is a bit avoidant of this topic and tells me to WAIT. I have been waiting for a new PC and it's still coming, by the way.

I mean, which is worse, going now with friends OR going alone during the Masters?

And the worst thing is that if I do get to go, I will be off in September. The wedding's in August.

"I can't be planning for his wedding then for you right?"
I knew this was coming.

Aiyoh. Help me-lah. Go persuade my mother to send me away.

If I stay here, I will be depressed for so many reasons I don't want to be. If I leave, it won't be so bad. A weight would be lifted off my shoulders.


Bah. Life. Always works wonders with you, si?

I'm a house of cards in a hurricane.

Okay, I have taken time off to update. What's to update when no one comments? =(

Anyway, I want a tattoo. But I can't. Because I hate needles. And also it's against my religion. Haha.

You've seen the 'life and love' tattoo I wanted.

Now see this one.

It's Welsh for 'music' (not sure, but I think it is that). It's cool, but I don't want it that big...because I will cry seeing the needle.

And yes, that's Toby Rand. Hehehe, this was an excuse to update and post his pic. I'm so predictable, right?

Wah, his eyes are so blue...*faints*

I have been OD-ing on him and Ryan Star for the last few days til 3AM. I heard CLOCKS! Just thought I'd let you know. I still can't look at a piano the same way again.

*daydreams of the piano*

You started it!


Okay, enough of that. Tomorrow after my exams, I shall be quite happy because...
01. I will be going for a long overdue body and foot massage. Blame my mother and her "WE NEED TO FINISH THE PROMOTIONS BY THE END OF THIS MONTH!!!" rants!
02. I can buy yoghurts after that. Very upset my stock at home is depleted. No wonder I am getting fat.
03. I can watch rugby peacefully. Everytime I am watching an England match, there's my brother insisting we watch Liverpool win/lose or draw. It's better for him to sleep than watch the match and disrupt my rugby-watching time.


Haha. What a coincidence. Another excuse and another Toby! Hahaha!

5 out of 5 maybe?


Oh well I'm done. ARE YOU HAPPY I UPDATED? I'm bored studying here and you tell me you're bored because you have no entertainment because I never updated.

Go watch TV or something. I'm no entertainer.

Hmmph.

Toodles. Will update (properly) soon.

100 percent reason to remember the name.

First off...oh Liverpool and Arsenal. WHY?

=(

*****

I didn't watch the Chelsea match because the Liverpool fan decided to watch his team's game, to which he cursed throughout the 93 minutes.

"There, the insults are coming"
"What did your friend say?"
"What's left for Liverpool? Second division also got no hope"
"Never mind. You guys still have the Champions League"

Who said I'm mean ah? I care about Liverpool and their fans.

*****

Watched the highlights of last night's matches.

And yes, I know.

A hundred percent to remember the name. Super Frank!

101, baby!


Finally, goal numbers 100 and 101 came. All those 6 weeks of resting he did REALLY paid off.

Chelsea 3 Huddersfield 1.
And I missed the game because someone didn't let me. Thank God for MatchCast and text messages.

The mother and I spotted this random fellow sitting in front of Roman Abramovich (or so I think) while watching the highlights. It was after the second goal and they showed his face.
"OMG THE FELLOW'S SO HANDSOME! WHO IS HE?"

Hahaha. He was really handsome. I told her I'm going to stalk him.

*****

I had an awful headache last night...but it mysteriously disappeared while I was watching the repeat of the RBS 6 Nations match between England and Italy.

Hmm...I say it's got something to do with Toby Flood and Mathew Tait. And Jonny Wilkinson.

Hahahaha.

*****

Personal rant.

"I feel sorry for her, this always happens when she has exams coming up"
Instead of pitying me, do something. I am not one to be pitied on. I hate you and everyone else.
Just leave me alone. Don't feel sorry or sympathise for me, it makes me feel like a pathetic loser.

Don't even empathise, I hate you. In fact, I'd rather be somewhere else than be here, talking to you, putting up a grand show and walk around like nothing happened.

If you say you love me, let me go. Just once, I want to be away from all this shit.

Let me go.

*****

"Quad possible?"
"I'll go for three trophies"
"WHY!"
"I am not greedy like you"

Personal motto: Aim low and you'll get high.

Everybody needs somebody.

What did I do on Valentine's day?

The usual. Eat, sleep and study. Roll my eyes at the most ridiculous things for Valentine's. I don't believe love should be celebrated on one specific date-lah, okay?

But I got a nice gift. Haha, it's a little unusual, but hey, it's the thought that counts, right?

Oh yes, I spent time dancing to random songs and searching for pictures of random people in the evening.

Oh yes, guess what? I lost a kilo. Just wonderful. Two more kilos and I will be just fine.
I have my reasons. More later.

*****

My neighbours are just weird.

On the second day of Chinese New Year, they called the lion dance troupe at 8:30AM. I was up by then, but I had a mild headache, so yeah, I can complain a little.

Last night at 10:30 they called the lion dance troupe AGAIN! And since I live in an area with lots of people celebrating the Lunar New Year, I had to endure 2 hours of deprived sleep because of fireworks.

Oh well, I've been living here all my life so I can't complain.

*****

Just for someone I haven't annoyed in ages who is a sappy romantic fool. Bloody fool went on a shopping spree and it's not even her birthday!

Haha, just because.

Toodles.

She wants it, so I gotta give it to her.

Let's start with a random conversation, shall we?

the devilish streak continues says:
eh, you're free?
wanted: jonny wilkinson poster for my room says:
yeah.
the devilish streak continues says:
here, go watch this.
wanted: jonny wilkinson poster for my room says:
WTF.
the devilish streak continues says:
shut up and watch.
wanted: jonny wilkinson poster for my room says:
eh OMG HE SPEAKS!
the devilish streak continues says:
-.-" WTF of course he does!
*silence for 15 minutes*
the devilish streak continues sent you a nudge.
the devilish streak continues says:
OI!!!
wanted: jonny wilkinson poster for my room says:
oh hi cheenu! congratulations! you've successfully turned her into mush.
wanted: jonny wilkinson poster for my room says:
p/s: it's lyzzie kyzzie here, by the way.

I have bad friends...they shouldn't be allowed to speak to me before I go to sleep.

"I am going to marry him *points to the slightly taller one*"
"Why do you always get to keep the tall ones?"
"Because I'm adorable"
-.-"


"Eh so cute!"
"Don't turn to mush, woman. You're 20"


Try!

Thanks for last night, especially the 'gift'. Really pretty =p

*****

I was singing Kiss Kiss by Holly Valance in the car...and the mother did the kissing sound effects. Haha, so hilarious.

The brother actually did a victory dance when ManUre lost. He even did a breakdance!

And yes, now my stomach's a little wonky.

*****

I need shoes. Please do the right thing and donate to the fund. Don't make me sing You'll Never Walk Barefoot Alone.

I am very angry. Today, as I was walking to college by the roadside, this car started speeding up and then stopped and the driver stared at me (I stared back in annoyance), and sped off.

This is not your grandfather's road, okay. If I was standing in the middle of the road and blocking your way, by all means, please. Stare at me. I was walking on the side!!!

I'm going feed these kind of drivers to the piranhas.


And then at the restaurant, this man was staring at the mother in a very strange way. And get this? He was one of those 'pak haji' or religious, pious man! He kept looking at her when she got up to wash her hands and when we went to pay the bill.

For the love of God, my father was there! Such an embarrassing situation for the mother, okay.

Don't you ever ogle at my mother, you low-life! I don't care if you are holy or what-not, don't you stare at another man's wife. I will break your neck and burn you if you do it again.

*****

Rant over. I'm going to bed.

Don't piss me off.

Honestly. Little kids who believe that success is measured by the fancy stuff one has in their lives should be sent to Iraq. I am not kidding, so don't piss me off-lah okay.

Ugh. Chelsea, if you were planning to boringly draw, tell me in advance next time...I could've watched my rugby or gone to sleep.

And England! Stop playing lousy in the second half! You've got a good lead in the first half, and you squander it! 23-19 is too close for comfort. I'm going to fry Brian Ashton. Bring Mathew Tait back! 10 minutes is never enough. And see? Wilko got subbed and they played worse! And people blame him for everything. Grrr!!!


And I have bad and stupid friends.
But I am not pissed off with them. I love them all the same.


There. An update. Are you happy now?!

Maybe we're getting old.

You know it is weird to study about post-traumatic stress disorder on Tuesday and Wednesday, only for it to hit you in the face on Thursday and Friday.

The wife was inconsolable. Now all of us are just worried for her. We all are just worried she might just collapse after this. She is dependent on him for almost everything, especially now with the fact she ruptured some bones in her spinal cord a few months ago and now she walks around with a cast around her chest.

I wonder if I'll be like that if that were to happen to me. I just might.

It got me thinking. And I realised, I would not be strong enough to handle this. Regardless of how old I'll be when it happens...I know I won't be.

The father went again last night at about 10. I told the mother to tell him to come back early because I was afraid that some irresponsible alcoholic driver would be on the road and harm other people. I know I'm being paranoid, my dad drives safely, but in life you can't tell or predict when an accident is going to happen.


Life is unpredictable; one minute you're swimming in the glass bowl, the next you're swimming in a cat's tummy.

Today, the driver of the car came, and apparently he looked fine. Not a scratch on him. To escape such an accident (apparently, the car was knocked by a lorry and it swerved into a ravine and they were thrown out of the windscreen...but the story keeps changing so no one really knows what really happened) without having any injuries, it is a miracle.

People still want to speculate on what really happened. I still don't get it, why? Why would you want to play the guessing game? The man's gone, no explanation will bring him back. Unless you want to know the truth for closure, then I understand. But if you want to know it because you can finally pin the blame on someone, then forget it. There's no point.

Yes, I know it's sudden, but still. He's gone...just let his soul rest in peace. By prodding deeper and deeper into the cause, you're tormenting not only his soul, but also his family.

Have a heart and let him rest in peace.

*****

This sounds so much like the initiation ceremony in Chelsea. Haha, Danny Cipriani singing Ride With Me would've been an interesting sight.

Oh yes, I forgot. Happy belated 22nd, Mathew Tait!

I swear if Brian Ashton doesn't put you on as a substitute this weekend, I will burn him. Haha, pyromaniac.

Come on England!

*****

And argh, this news just pissed me off.

How on Earth can they do such a thing? First you say Didier's a liar. Then you say "Yes, we stripped him of the award because he refused to attend". What rubbish.

Don't make me bloody burn you people. Calling him a liar. Shame on you officials!

*****

Maybe we're getting old.

Maybe we're just getting into it.

To bling like this it ain't a crime.

I think my head's twisted. Physically, not mentally. It hurts when I turn it. There's like this sharp pain in the left side of my head. It's difficult for me to turn around.

And I hit my knee on the metal bar when I took the bus yesterday. Now it hurts. Bah.

And after I have lunch, I don't feel like eating dinner. I feel full. Something's wrong.

I am Hypochondriac junior. Haha.

*****

I was watching rugby the other day and the father went "How many kinds of sport do you want to watch-lah?". Sheesh. I watch whatever I fancy, okay? Not like I'm watching porn (don't you go there now).

Oh by the way, random stuff.

Okay, fine. Yes. I want to marry him =)


*dies* They're both adorable.


The article I saw when I was slightly tipsy for my own liking last week (after the "Let's send you to UK" episode). At least he's picked this time around. I hope he gets to play even as a sub. If not, I will burn Brian Ashton. Injustice!

Oh and seriously, please consider this.

This is Freddie Ljungberg. He is a Swedish footballer.


This, my dear friends, is Freddie Michalak. He is a French rugby player. I have more pics of him but they're a little obscene for little kids. Haha.

If they were to pose together like that French rugby team's naked calendar, I will die.

I am not lying.



Honestly, he is so adorable. Issh.


Okay, I think Crouchy looks VERY sexy in this pic. And what did I tell you about skinny ties? It makes a man sexy. I am not wrong.

Randomly, I was watching Beauty and the Best on 8TV the other day and I heard Clancy woman speak and told the mother she's ugly (to which she said it wasn't nice to call her 'ugly'). Haha.

*****

Okay, anyone has a nice poster of Jonny Wilkinson they'd like to donate to me? I can find a poster of Lewis quite easily on my own.

If I have Jonny's poster in my room, it would be perfect.

Be a good sport and help to the cause, okay. Your kindness shall be rewarded.


GONG XI FA CAI EVERYONE!
ANG PAU NA LAI? =P

Think he's lost his mind, still a friend of mine.

I'll update after this. I'm in the midst of cleaning my room and putting random things to make it look pretty. OMG, I'm going girly! *dies*

But, just a short note.


01. WTF CHELSEA AND SPURS!
02. I love Peter Crouch. Damn you, Rafa, for not believing in him!
03. WTF ENGLAND!
04. *refer to number 3* We are going to burn Brian Ashton and feed him to the piranhas.
05. I am NOT happy because of numbers 1 and 3, and something else.

Toodles. No point procrastinating on cleaning up the room now.

Do you know what time it is now?

Yes, it's a public holiday, which is why I'm updating.

Before I forget, Happy 27th Crouchy!

*****

Last night we had a barbeque party at Adrian's place.

Mr. White Font (haha!) gave me advice on Wednesday night.
"Can I come over tomorrow?"
"No, I'm going out to my friend's place for a barbeque party"
"Oh, okay. Do me a favour, yeah?"
"Sure"
"Don't get drunk, please"
"I'll try not to. Just curious, why?"
"No fun in taking advantage of you when you're drunk"

I made sure I called Mr. White Font just to make sure I am not drunk and I got home safely. But someone told him I got drunk. Liar.


The father, despite being in a grumpy mood, managed to give me some advice which was quite funny.
"What is this party about?"
"It's a farewell party and a surprise birthday party"
"Don't go over the limit ah. Don't drink. Alcohol leads to more bad things! After police will come raid you all, you will die"
"It's in Adrian's house"
"The neighbour's might call the police because you all are too noisy"
WTF.
"And what time is it finishing?"
"By 10 or 11 but before 12"
"And someone is sending you back?"
"Yes"
"The driver also needs to be careful, after police car will stop you all and take you to the station if you're all drunk"

Honestly, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that point. I got home safely and we even managed to discuss plans of me transferring to the UK after my second year. With a completely straight face.

Drunk people don't do that. They rant about why Mathew Tait wasn't called up for this weekend's Six Nations match. Haha.

To everyone, thank you for the party and the food and the booze. The main thing is I enjoyed myself, the company and the booze. And the Cuppacakes and food! Hope you all got back safely.
To the host, thank you for having us over. One day I shall steal that pencil box of yours.
To the birthday girl, hope you liked the shoes. I would've stolen them if they were my size. No, I'm only kidding! And of course, hope you liked the Cuppacakes. I had a say in that!
To the ones who sent me home, I hope you guys got home safe and resumed the drinking session. Thank you for sending me back.
To the concerned alcoholic (who knows nothing of the existence of the blog) who made I sure I sent him a text message once I got home safely, thank you for being a good friend. And yes, let's do this again some time soon! Haha.

Pictures to come soon enough. Julez is being quite an arsey bitch now. Grrr...

This could be it.

This is more proof that old folks should be banned from watching MTV and E! Entertainment.

The mother was supposed to collect her jewelleries today from the shop. I told her to bring me along with her when I didn't have classes, but no...she decided to leave me out of it because I have the most amazing persuasive power on the father when it comes to shiny pretty things. Hmmph.

And at about 1:30 PM today, she sent me this text message.
"My bling bling is ready but some aren't, so I'm taking them all on either Wednesday or Thursday"

*dies*

Bling bling. WTF.

I hereby declare that I shall ban her from watching any show with Ryan Seacrest in it. Or even Britney Spears. MCR and Ryan Star, however, will be allowed simply because they're good influences.

*****

Okay, there's a new housing project in Sentul called The Capers.

I personally think it's an odd choice to name the building The Capers.

Because according to Dictionary.com, the meanings of 'caper' include:

01. to leap or skip about in a sprightly manner; prance; frisk; gambol.
02. a playful leap or skip.
03. a prank or trick; harebrained escapade.
04. a frivolous, carefree episode or activity.
05. a criminal or illegal act, as a burglary or robbery.

See? Would you honestly want to live in a building which means an illegal act or a harebrained escapade? I wouldn't...but then again, it's me-lah. I'm so full of nonsense.

Maybe the people in YTL had a good reason to name it that, I don't know. I don't work there.

See, I was right when I told you we use capers in this sentence. "The Capers of Jonny and Toby". HAHAHAHA!


Excuse me-lah. I have a wonky tummy. And I haven't picked out an outfit for this weekend's roadtrip. The father has already issued a warning: By tomorrow you MUST pick an outfit. Pfft, why am I NOT a boy?

*****

Dear Jonny Wilkinson,

You may not step into a fast food outlet even to use the toilet (hence making me a horrible person).


You may also look like Arjen Robben, who has left a huge dent on my heart for leaving Chelsea, but thank you for staying in Newcastle. You have no idea how happy that makes me.

Very much jumping around like a lunatic,
-me-

P/S: My mother thinks you're cute.

*****

I should ban the mother from watching sports as well.

"Freddie's not wearing his lucky CK undies-lah today"

*dies again*

I'll take everything.

Do you know how horrible it is to watch the Asian Food Channel when you're confined to the walls of the house eating nothing but porridge, Jacob's cream crackers and toasted bread?

VERY.

"Bitchy! Guess what I'm eating now?"
"Don't know"
"Prosperity Burger...yum!"
You sadist, I swear someone is going to get sneezed on.

It is no fun being tormented this way. All I see is chocolates, cakes and chicken curry...all of which I can see but not taste.


I've realised that losing half a earring is not as bad as losing a calculator. Not joking.


I had a good conversation with the father on Monday. I can honestly say I am lucky, blessed and hopefully this can be one step backward, two steps forward; instead of vice versa.


Upon finding out that some of my friends are leaving to the States or Australia, the father thought it would be convenient to send me there as well.

While I am excited, I am also not keen. Very catch-22, no? We'll see.


Thank YOU for these. You sure know how to keep me sane when I'm sick.

Awww...group huddle! How lovely.


Danny Cipriani says 'Hello'. Bloody poser So pretty. Hahaha!


Dropkick! OhMyGod the last time I saw this from Jonny Wilkinson was last year during the World Cup!


Damn it, ASTRO! Why didn't you show the match?! *growls*


No words speak louder than THANK YOU for this pic, you crazy parody queen.


I'm off copying notes and replying mails now. Toodles.


Currently listening to:
Je Realise - Sinik featuring James Blunt.

Forever is just a minute to me.

One word: AWESOME.

I lose control.

Lawrence Dallaglio retired and no one told me?



=( Oh well, all the best. You are a legend in my eyes. Always.

Can't wait for Six Nations. Whee.


Random things over the last few days.
01. This random foreign baby smiled at me. She just looked at me and smiled. I swear I nearly wanted to squeeze her cheeks for being so cute.
02. New food for breakfast asides Cornflakes, yoghurt and bread! Energy bars! WHEE!!!
03. I saw three white kittens and a brown one. The father named the three white ones Didi, Ade, and Saha (you get a cookie for guessing correctly who they were named after) and the brown one Nando. My names are better. Cesc, Silva and Ramos for the white ones and Iker for the other one (because he's a bully). "CAN WE KIDNAP THEM HOME PLEASE!!!". Blame the auntie for being a cat hater.
04. Jared Leto...*dies*

Nonsense. Goodbye.

I'm Mrs. "Extra, extra, this just in!"

Yes. I admit. I like that song. It's so cute.

Anyways, yesterday was good, despite the 15 minutes I missed of the first half. Someone reckons I wanted to lick the the TV screen, but those accusations are baseless. Really.

Meh, why are you so skinny, Toby?


Toby! Mathew! *screams*

Number 10, 12 and 15. Sigh...they really made my day. I swear I didn't lick the TV screen! I was at my aunt's place, so doing that there would be inappropriate.

Watched the full match. Oh God, why isn't football like rugby! In the refereeing sense, I mean.


Jamie Noon is pretty good too. Shut up. I know what I am saying.


JW.

"Eh England playing ah?"
"No"
"Then what's Jonny doing there?"
"He's playing-lah, for Newcastle"
"Oh..."

She only knows Wilko by heart. If I showed her Freddie, she'd call me hamsap. As it is, one Freddie in CK undies is hot to her, what more a semi-naked Freddie.

No, it's wrong to corrupt old people.
But the father told me a joke. Obscene.
"She's standing by him because she cannot be on top of him"

I'm innocent, he's the one corrupting me.

*****

As promised, pictures.

"Eh can see the glare-lah, I have to get my pic Photoshopped!"

Which drew a surprised reaction from the brother.

"How come you know about Photoshop?!"
"I know-lah!"
-.-"


This is the ring the father bought for the mother (I say it's the anniversary present) last Saturday. He even bought her a bracelet.
*is envious*


"Mabuk ah you? Like those Liverpool players only!"


Nah-lah, a decent non-mabuk pic. FAT!


Stupid fella, can't even take decent pics of himself!



28 years and counting. Love them so much, despite the arguments and madness.


Drunkard! Excuse the expression, I was having a sugar rush. Caffeine and sugar rush really.
*points at the ice-cream*
"Faster eat the Calypso, if not it'll change into crabs!"
-.-"


I love them. Worth every cent.


Oh well, this is my last week of being a jobless cow. Next week, the madness begins.

My new year's resolutions are:
01. To lose weight.
02. To stop procrastinating.
03. To study harder.
04. To save and earn more money.
05. To be less shy around people.

There. That's it. No more, no less. Only five. Hopefully I can stick to three at the very least.

Toodles.