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.

Of mafia bosses, birthdays, and shiny things.

First off, apparently, I am NOT delusional. Seriously.

The father got a little too generous and bought me a white gold ring.


o.O

0.0

And when I kept lamenting on how pretty the shiny things were and how I can't afford them, his reply threw me off the chair. I am NOT lying.
"When your turn comes, I will buy for you, okay. You don't worry"

He is scaring me. I think he caught a flu bug or something and that's affecting his decision-making skills.

I am officially scared.

*****

I went to this funky 21st birthday party last night. Funky in the sense that the birthday boy looks like a mafia rempit king. Yeah-lah, I'm evil. What to do?

The entertainment was pretty funky too but loud. It was fun seeing the kids dancing. Haha.

And though there was alcohol, I didn't consume any because I'm good and I have a wonky tummy.

I told the mother that when the 21st arrives, let me get drunk.

Best conversation of the night.
"How old are you?"
"19"
*think after 10 seconds*
"Oh no, I'm 20!"

Classic.

I met the whole big Sentul 'drinking clan' (in other words, the father's buddies) and their kids.

This girl is so adorable I almost wanted to take her home with me. She's still tiny, this Ruth.


Don't mess with this kid. Amber Chia in the making, okay.


*dies at the cuteness*
No, that isn't my hand.


HAHAHA! Her two front teeth are missing.


Yeah, yeah I know. The one decent pic I have with her is ruined by my hair. Tiny hands!

She's actually very adorable in real-life, it's just that I have a lousy camera phone. Haha.


"Don't cut your hair! Let it grow!" says uncle. Does he think I live in North Pole ah?!

She's awesomely photogenic. She kept tapping my hand and pointing at my phone. Vain. And she thinks she's pretty. Hahaha!

And she can talk now! *squeals*

Yes, I like cute little kids. Got a problem with that?

*****

*88th minute*
"NOW ONLY HE PUT TOMAS ON, WHAT'S HE GOING TO DO IN 4 MINUTES?"
"Eh anything can happen, you know"
*sees him score*
"OMG HE SCORED!"
*gets text message from Scouser*
"Oi, shut up-lah! I can hear you from my brother's house!"

Liar, his house is in TTDI. Bloody far away from my house. I love you long time, you nutcase. You just know me. And boo to Nicky being sent off.



Sigh. Such a silly boy.

Am NOT commenting about Chelsea. NOT COMMENTING.

The gayboy missed a penalty.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

(sorry mate, you know I hate him)


See you happy people soon. Will be away tomorrow. Big day-lah.

P/S: I swear Stevie G is starting to look like Xabi and it scares me. I'm going blind.

Of fishnets, hattricks, and ugly people.

You know you're in for it when old people start beating up younger kids. Shame on you! Want me to beat all of you up, is it! The only player who didn't get involved in the fight was Tomas. See, Librans are peace-loving creatures.

I actually cried seeing William Gallas during the post-match interview. Not when he scored the goal. Because he didn't gloat about scoring against his former club AND I miss him even more than before. How pathetic is that?

I know wherever Jose Mourinho is, he would have been laughing watching us play Arsenal. He would have been laughing at Roman Abramovich and ugly Grant and saying "I could've done better than you, bitch!". He certainly could have.

Yes, I can really imagine him smirking like this. Really.

I was a bit surprised to see Arsene Wenger not smiling/breaking into a grin during his post-match match interview. I mean usually when Arsenal win, he's happy but he tries to be subtle about it but marginally fails. I say he misses Jose. What do YOU think?

I don't feel sad that we lost to Arsenal and Man United. At least we didn't lose to Bolton, Middlesbrough or Reading (or teams in the bottom half of the table). Tragic, really.

You see, it is true. We play like rubbish without Drogba. I miss him. The team can cope without JT. I am being honest here. At one point, the phrase "Without John Terry, we are like jelly" had some truth to it. But now, if he doesn't play, it's okay. The team can play well. Better, in fact.

But if anything were to happen to Didier, Lampsy, Riccy and Carlo/Petr (they are ONE), Chelsea are in deep shit. I'm not slagging the other players off, but look, isn't it true?

I don't blame Petr for the goal. Ben Haim should've marked William Gallas better. People make it sound like Petr scored an own goal. I know he is ever reliable, yes. We all know that. But consider this. He just played on Tuesday. That was his first match since injuring his hamstring. He is human and he is allowed to make mistakes, okay. Don't make it sound like his brains went wonky and scored an own goal. Do you remember how he was injured in October last year against Reading and only to come back in January to let Liverpool score two goals past him in Anfield? It was his first game after coming back from being kicked in the head. Cut the man some slack-lah. Bloody pundits. It is partly his fault, but our defense is to be blamed, as well. He is only human, after all.


Like I said, I am happy we didn't lose to some club trying to fight the relegation battle. Losing to the top two teams isn't exactly a bad thing. Dropped points aside, we have hope. All we need is faith (am not liking the fact I'm being spiritual and religious about this).

But I blame Roman Abramovich, ugly Grant, fishnets, the abomination and William's mohawk. Damn it.

*****

And Rafa, put Crouchy on in the first half next time!

Ugh, and that gayboy really needs to be slapped. Honestly.

"OMG, you guys had ALL your players in the box and no one stopped Tevez from scoring!"

Eh, I counted. 11 players, including Reina. I told you, whenever the opposing teams have a corner, EVERY LIVERPOOL PLAYER ON THE PITCH WILL BE DEFENDING IN THE BOX. I am observant, but I don't drink teh o =p

Some sad person texted me from Anfield (bitch, you could've taken me along!):
"I'm coming home now and when I get back, I expect to see a bowl of curry laksa for me"

Tsk tsk. Poor thing.

*****

Carling Cup quarter-finals this week. Chelsea are playing Liverpool on Thursday morning. Sigh. I don't know what I'm going to do now.

Toodles.

P/S: Klang has THE best banana leaf rice meal ever. The rasam is awesome!
P/P/S: Guess who's got Blake Lewis' latest album, Audio Day Dream? It's fantabulous!

Don't you want something more you can invest in?

NOTE: Footie rants and Crouchy post below this one.


I love Blake's new single. Super addictive. He sounds like Adam Levine. Hot, hot, hot.

And I love my music while I take down notes during lectures. Though listening to Madonna's Sorry makes me want to suddenly burst into random dance moves. Haha.

And this song reminds me about someone I wish to never hear from again (I'm glad I lost my old e-mail account, I wouldn't have to deal with this person's e-mails and chat messages). My insula cortex is highly activated when I speak of him. Bleh.

I am addicted to this song.

*****

I am telling you for the last time.

Get rid of the yellow away kit of doom.

See...look at how badly they were playing in it!

Can we please stick to the white away kit of holiness? And leave the black kit as the third kit?

Please. I'm half-blind, don't make me fully blind.

*****

Something rather random happened today.

I went to HP Towers to get some curry puffs because the mother asked me to buy some. And I was paying at the counter and the uncle was in a very good mood and decided to speak to me a bit more than usual.

"You have class now?"
"Yeah"
"Tomorrow's a holiday. How long is your holiday? Do you start back on Friday or Monday?"
"Friday"
*my college is very stingy when it comes to holidays...pfft*
"Oh...are you celebrating?"
*smiles*
"No"
*knows where this is heading*
"Oh...then, you are...?"
"I'm Malay"
"Oh...but you look Indian"
*smiles again*
"Sorry ya?"
"No, it's okay. A lot of people say that about me"

I then texted my Scouser about this and the reply made me cry.
"See, I told you. You have hope to marry Cristiano Ronaldo"

**refer to this entry to catch my drift**

Mortified, I told the mate.
"Mate! Just now I went to buy something from the shop and the man thought I was Indian. I told my stupid friend. She said I can marry Ronnie *cries*"

She's as evil as the Scouser.
"Oi, why are you crying? You are lucky to get married to Ronnie. I'll give you my blessings, don't worry"

My insula cortex is activated again, just by talking about him.

Yuck.

*****

Dear Tomas,

Why are you so fragile like glass?

I hope you're fit enough to play on Tuesday morning and at least score ONE goal.

Very much hopeful,
-me-

*****

The father is so hilarious.

*after a long conversation about Arsenal not having that many English players and random political issues (OMG, we talked about politics! That's a first)*
"Rosicky is what?"
"He's not English"
"Oh"
*dies laughing on the inside*

He doesn't care where his Arsenal players come from, as long as they play well (beautiful football, that's what he says), that's all that matters.

*****

Here's wishing the ones celebrating Deepavali:

DEEPAVALI NAAL VALTHUKAL!!!
HAPPY DIWALI!!!

May the festival of lights be a blessed one for everyone!

And here's to the 3Ms: murukkus and mutton curry and money! Fine...maybe not so on the money part...that was the only word that began with an 'M' I could think of.

I'm looking up, are you looking down?

Hi all, I'm SO happy. No, you don't have to ask me why I'm happy.

97 goals and counting! *jumps around like a lunatic*


Whoa! Did you see Belletti's strike? I swear I went ballistic seeing him score that beauty.

And I really think that the away kit of doom is doing more harm than good to the boys. Did you see how they were playing in the second half?

Yay to Bridgey! I missed him. And I miss Paulo.

Anyhow, a win = 3 points and that's all that matters.

And no, I will NEVER warm up to Avram Grant. He scares the hell out of me.

*****

Am I the only person who think Anderson is annoying? Please say no.

But good on Arsenal and Man United for drawing. I know, I'm a horrible friend.

I really thought that goal from Gallas was going to be like that Pedro Mendes goal a few years back. I miss him, come back to Chelsea!


"Hey, why is your gay ex-boyfriend touching my Tomas?"
"Tell him to stop touching Tomas!"
-.-"

"Why-lah he take them off? See, now gayboy scored!"
"Should've taken off Adebayor"
"Bleh..."

Poor Tomas....stop being bloody generous, can? I'm not happy and fantasy points not going up. Yes, this is the only thing I talk about, sue me.

"Those Man U players look like thugs-lah"
*gives death glare*

*****

Meh...Blackburn and Liverpool. Why goalless?

"Go and sleep"
"I want to watch the first half only"
"I don't care if you want to see the first half or because so-and-so is playing...go to sleep now"

Hmmph, evil uncle who feeds me doughnuts when I tell him not to and changes my Milo to Ovaltine, something which my spaceman doesn't even advocate.

Oh well...Chelsea's third. For now, at least.

No wonder I heard nothing from you.

Nah, semi-naked Freddie for you before I can get you a bowl of curry laksa =p

*****

You know...there's this feeling in me like I'm being used and all.

I don't like being tossed around when you don't need me and taken back when you need a favour from me.

It sickens me that there are parasites like this.
It sickens me even more when you feel trapped in between and you know you can't do anything about it. Complaining about it does nothing at all to solve it.

"Have a little patience..."
Trust you to come up with this.

The truth is...my patience is wearing thin, as is my sanity. I don't know how long I can handle this, I'm just afraid of blowing up. Not like YOU haven't seen that happen before.

You always had to bear the brunt of my anger for the last 16 years, and I'm sorry for being the worst best friend in the universe.

I believe in the boogie, baby, times are changing...everything will come around.
Everything will come around.

I desperately want it to.

*****

WTF. Liverpool are meeting Chelsea in the Carling Cup quarterfinals. Arsenal will be meeting Blackburn.

WHY???

I'm not happy. I'm not looking forward to these two matches, it's going to end in tears.

When I thought I was okay, you said I was alright.

Fine, I've gone really girly lately. Here's another thing. I love this song as much as I love my Sudoku puzzles and CSI Supreme Sundays and Chelsea and blueberry, mango and kiwi yoghurts, my lemon-lime yoghurt milk drink and dark chocolates and...well, you get my point. I love a lot of things.

I swear I will not talk about the men I fancy (which according to my friend, changes as often as Rafa Benitez rotates his squad. Hmmm...I'm not sure if I actually agree) because I am fasting. Yes, I am fat so I need to lose the bloody weight. So don't say otherwise, I will hit you.

The song I'd like the prospective boyfriend to sing (even if he thinks it's nonsense). Mark Owen's Makin' Out.


I know the title is a little off, but it's the words that mean everything.


Now...I'm off to do TWO assignments, ONE presentation and ONE group assignment.

Goodbye.

For the love of God, if you see me online, DO NOT NUDGE ME IN MSN! It is very annoying, like Cristiano Ronaldo and Mawi and HSM.

So, no to nudges. I have no idea why that was created.


Arsenal-Man United.
Chelsea-Wigan.
Blackburn-Liverpool.

What am I going to do?

Of being possessed and being thankful.

I honestly think there's some supernatural force roaming around in my area. Today, my front karaoke lady neighbour was screaming at the top of her lungs in Malay. Heh, she usually does that in Chinese. I secretly think she is possessed.

But then again...when she talks to the cleaner lady, she speaks in Malay anyway.

Maybe she isn't possessed after all.

I am still afraid of falling asleep.

But some random person texted me this.

Hero, now that you are free
You have no need to fear
so go out and find your smile
Like a candle in the stream
May you float away
Like a feather on the breeze
May you blow away.

Heh, the one who would still call me 'sunshine thambi' despite my random bouts of paranoia.

And another person told me to think of some hotness before I go to bed, in hope they would keep me safe. This person even told me to think of the gayboy to calm my nerves. Honestly, he makes my frayed nerves get even more frayed than it already is. Hmmph.

I feel better now, but yeah, I'm still paranoid about actually sleeping at night.

*****

Yesterday, me and Xin Rou went to Ampang as part of our 20-hour voluntary placement assignment. We went swimming. I didn't expect to meet children suffering from Down Syndrome or autism. The one thing I noticed was that those kids were really happy to see us, they kept waving at us and saying 'hello' to us. I felt like a celebrity. Haha. I was quite worried I couldn't talk to them and that I wouldn't be able to handle them, given my limited amount of patience. But no, they were okay and they really liked us. One of them liked Xin Rou a lot, he kiss her head, not once, but THREE times. Hahaha! Just had to say that because I found that amusing.

Apparently, I didn't have proper swimming attire so I wasn't allowed in the big pool. My mother didn't wash my shorts-lah...she only washed them today! Well, it wasn't bad because I got to play with the other kids in the other pool. One of them actually had fun splashing water all over me, I splashed water back on her.

(no one is allowed to ask anything about the Tiago Mendes look-alike)

I had an opportunity to talk to one of the teachers, she told me that some of the kids are quite young, some of them were in their twenties. One of them had fits. At that point, I realised how lucky I am. They may seem not normal to us, but really, they're perfectly normal to me. Now I realise why Dr House said he was envious of that kid who had Asperger's. It's the truth.

After that, we changed into our normal clothes and headed back to the centre. Well, we had a bit of problem there. You see, one of the girls refused to leave the area. She just sat there, refusing to get up. It took about 5 of us, including 3 teachers to carry her. We even tried coaxing her to get up by buying her ice-cream, but she refused to budge. Our last resort was to drag her, which resulted in me having a cut on my finger. We had no alternative but to call some of the club workers to carry her. They carried her onto a trolley, because she was too heavy for us to carry. The van driver coaxed her to come up and meet her friend. She got up and walked and sat in front of the van's steps. Then she got up and we went back to the centre.

We didn't realise that the girl's mother was the principal of the centre. Now I see why she is committed to the cause. She told me before that "at the end of the day, they're also someone's child, so we love them as our own child". How true.

I have a great sense of respect for teachers who are teaching kids with disabilities. It takes a lot of patience and dedication to carry out their jobs. I have a higher sense of respect for mothers as well, especially the centre's principal. Motherhood is no easy task, especially if you learn that your child has a disability. It takes a whole load of tolerance, patience and love to care for your child.

Can't wait to go back there again. I promise I will upload some pics soon. They go swimming every Tuesdays and Thursdays. On Fridays, they go horse-riding! Oh My God, I wouldn't mind going for that! I've always wanted to ride a horse.

We cry, we learn,
We think about the things we're crying for,
We try, we burn,
And then we try and try again,
When the troubles come,
When we're not so strong
We need to breathe to carry on,
Still looking for pieces of heaven.


How perfectly true.

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.

You only have to open your eyes.

The recent assignment had something to do about nerve gas. The first part was okay. However we got stuck at the second part.

Out of curiosity, I typed out the assignment question and decided to google it. I expected to find journals or articles, but look what I found.



I found this in Yahoo! Answers.

There were two answers, the first one hit the nail, but of course you can't cite it as it's not really a credible source.

The second answer was THE best.


*dies laughing*


Smart buggers.

*****

Today I just want to be a little lazy.

Is that alright?

I promise I'll get to work tomorrow.

*****

This is hilarious.


§γ£vïēŇ Яÿαη ΜμггαŸ says:
eh y cant u try to accept the beauty of ron?
§γ£vïēŇ Яÿαη ΜμггαŸ says:
i dun hate anyone ady now...
- r o w e n a - "QOTD: I think I peed in my pants" says:
i can't
- r o w e n a - "QOTD: I think I peed in my pants" says:
that's like accepting mawi
§γ£vïēŇ Яÿαη ΜμггαŸ says:
yeeeee
§γ£vïēŇ Яÿαη ΜμггαŸ says:
u cannot compare ron n mawi laaa
§γ£vïēŇ Яÿαη ΜμггαŸ says:
it's like rainbow n mud
- r o w e n a - "QOTD: I think I peed in my pants" says:
LOL

Crazy thing.

Mate and her analogies.

*****

I'm thinking of cake. Hmm...


Eh...I've finally seen how Mikel Alonso looks like. Yes, I'm beyond slow. He looks like Michael Owen a bit.

Of course, I like Xabi more. That stupid smirk.

Let me know when you've found it.

Okay. Random.

Chelsea 2 Reading 1. Ooh...Lampsy scored! And WTF happened to the defense and Petr Cech when the first goal happened!


The man looked so hot today =p Doesn't he always?


You don't need to look at the sky and ask God if it's a sin to be hot. You honestly don't.

ManU 1 Portsmouth 1. Oh what the heck? The gayboy got red-carded for headbutting *laughs like a hyena on crack*! No, no, I cannot be pleased with that game because some people would be offended and I'm nice.

Voronin is kind of fat. I'm not that subtle-lah okay? And why does Crouchy look beyond sick!

Your Rotiman scored. And...who kicked Tomas' boot off!

So yes, that is all for now.

*****

I am seriously contemplating as to whether or not I should take up Elementary Italian as an elective for the next semester.

*shakes head* I am suicidal.

*****

~highlight the text below to read~
This morning I woke up and coughed. I saw blood.
I hope there's nothing wrong with me.

When you've found the pieces of heaven, let me know.

Right. Left. Don't know.

There's always a first for everything.

Like for instance, the father said the cat chased the Shih-Tzu because that poor dog was invading its territory. The cats strike back! Meow!

And the father getting us lost when it's usually the mother who is known for making the whole family lost because her sense of direction is horrible (she even got us lost on a train).
"House number what?"
"57"
"No-lah...it's 32"
"You sure?"
"I wrote it down in red ink so I won't forget!"
"You could be wrong. We could be lost. There's always a first for everything"
*gets to house number 32, calls the uncle after no one comes out of the house*
"He called. He said house number 58-lah!"
"WHAT??"
"I told you! There's always a first for everything!"


And...I finally got to go shopping in Bangsar (that Jalan Telawi stretch). The parents always wanted to take me out there but due to various reasons (like parking and time and mood) they couldn't.

So...we only hit two shops out of the many many shops there. I saw many pretty shoes and handbags! But we couldn't browse through all because I had an appointment at Bangsar Village. So hopefully next week, I can hit the shops again. I only have to go to college on Monday for my exam. One paper only. Haha.

My parents should call Bangsar Village their second home. They're always there either buying groceries or looking at LCD TVs or looking at clothes -.-"

*****

"I smell durian"
"Must be the neighbour"
"She's always complaining that no one wants to give her durians"
"You know, yesterday he wanted to give us durians"
*throws on a surprised face*
"Then what did you say?"
"I told him 'No thanks' "
"HAHAHAHA! YAY! She won't be happy though"
"She knows"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Dai sei.

*****

*sees diving academy in Bangsar*
"I want to learn how to dive, I want to join the academy"
"No need to waste money...go to Manchester, find Ronaldo and marry him. He's a certified diver what?"
"Stevie's going to be jinxed one of these days and I won't be sorry when that happens, because you asked for it!"


Enough of this nonsense, can?

Stevie's going to get it...

*****

Eh, are you watching the game tonight?

If you are, update me. I'll be busy with my Law books.


Aussie lost =(
Japan won =)

Malaysia? Wait and see today-lah.

*****

I am thinking of highlighting my hair because it looks nicer now. But...

Wait and see.


Back to my books now. Toodles!

The midnight show.

So, boy, did you have fun at the midnight show? Bet you didn't see that one coming.

Happy birthday, loser. You know we love you lots.
*smooches and hugs*

=)

*****

*sips morning coffee*
"You know you said you want a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"I found the perfect candidate for you"
"Oh really? Who is the poor unfortunate soul?"
"Cristiano Ronaldo"
*spits out coffee and starts swearing in different languages*
"Oi, WTF is wrong with you?"
"He apparently is into Bipasha Basu, meaning he likes Indian girls"
"I'm NOT Indian!"
"You look like one...so...you could"
"You two have hope. Seriously"
*swears and threatens to jinx Stevie G and hits violently*

I swear if you suggest ridiculous things like this again, I will hit you with my mother's rolling pin.

Of all human beings, him? You must be bloody mad.

*pukes all over the place* Please. I wouldn't want to marry a vain-arse/diver/gayboy/insert other appropriate terms here. No way.

Bloody eejit. Don't make me sneeze on Stevie, okay!

*****

Then again...this explains why the boy likes him. Now I know.

*laughs*

Kidding. It's your birthday and I can make fun of you as much as I want to.

*****

Currently listening to:
The Way I Are - Timbaland.


I'm currently addicted to this song. It's pretty good =)