I'm being very biased and annoying here, so go away.

Why, hello there, top spot of the league table. Nice to see you again. Did you miss me?

I know I did.


Hi Chelsea boys, thank you for the five goals. How did you know that would cheer me up from my miserable week?


Frank Lampard scored with his head again for his 100th Premier League goal?

Nicolas Anelka's first hattrick for the club and his first at home?

Alex's first goal for Chelsea and the 1000th Premier League goal for Chelsea?

Wow, I'm impressed at these records! *throws confetti*

Joe Cole certainly made a huge impact in that match, I'm glad to see him back from injury.

Anyway, thank you again for putting this huge grin on my face.



Hey David, what do you mean "Stay Tuned for Monday's Surprise"?

Does it mean we're getting the video premiere of the single?

Boy, I have three things to say to you:
01. Don't tease me. I hate being teased.
02. About damn time, don't you think?
03. DON'T TEASE ME.



Lewis is going to bag the title and spoil the Brazilian samba party. Just stay calm, alright, Lewis? I should be telling myself to calm down because I'm panicking like crazy, it's ugly.


Want to meet the idiot of the season?

Say hi to Robin van Persie, kids. That shoving/head-butting he did to the Stoke City goalkeeper was totally uncalled for and unacceptable. Frustrated or not, that was no way to react. It's like he was possessed by the spirit of a ninja or something.
My mother said that he could be my new client besides Wayne Rooney and come to me for counselling sessions. She thinks she's SO funny.

I am a Hull City fan because I want a stuffed toy tiger, they're so adorable! because they are a fantastic side. 1-4 down to come back and score two more goals to make it 3-4. I was secretly hoping they'd pull a Spurs, but alas, that never happened. I'm proud of them nonetheless.


I feel good because I got my work done this weekend.


Life is good. Vodka kitty (also known as Vodkat) wants to celebrate with me as well.

Nothing has changed.

Dear 17 years who has a name that can beat a railroad track,

I love you, for always being there when I need you.
I love you, for letting me call you when I have my bouts of insomnia and not making a fuss when I finally fall asleep halfway through our conversation.
I love you, for tolerating my incessant fangirl tendencies.
I love you, for not being afraid to sing cheesy pop songs of the 90s era with me in random places.
I love you, for allowing me to be your best friend for the last 17 seasons of love.

Happy 21st birthday, sweetheart. I wished that you'd see a magic rainbow today and that it would remind you of me (and the current TV boyfriend).

I don't have any cake to offer, but guess who does?

David Cook does! Cupcakes are still cakes-lah, okay? Shut up.


Oh look! Michael Johns also wishes you "HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY!" by showing you a little skin. Haha, you're old enough for that now, aren't ya?


John Terry decided to make a special cameo as well, because he loves you for loving him and believes that you deserve nothing but the best on your special day.


You are my best friend sempiternally and I wouldn't change anything about that.

17 seasons of love = 8,935,200 minutes. That's what you mean to me =)


Lots of love, hugs, kisses and winks,
The one with bigger feet.

Half a tub. Just like you said.

Let it be clear that I LOVE MY CHELSEA BOYS.

I DO NOT HATE JT FOR MISSING.
I DO NOT HATE NICOLAS ANELKA EITHER.
I DO STILL HATE MAN UNITED BUT CONGRATULATIONS. I am the bigger person, thank you.
I AM PROUD OF MY BOYS.
I LOVE CHELSEA FC. ONCE A BLUE, FOREVER A BLUE.

I have been crying since last night to the point my blood pressure kept dropping, it scared the hell out of my Scouser.

I barely got any sleep either.

I was pretty much screaming or crying the whole morning.

My stomach wasn't being kind to me either. I was basically in and out of the loo for the whole day.

Panic attack? Something I ate? Pregnant?
NO.

Just gastric, I guess.


So, I watched the Idol finale and I think this was the best finale EVER.

I got too excited and started screaming my head off, my mother thought something happened. Mike Myers was hilarious. Seriously made my morning.

The performances were brilliant too! Somewhere along the way, we started yelling "MAVID!!!" and "CFM LOOK OMG!". It was insane.

I had the laptop on and chatted with Renny and mate and my God, it was fun.

So what happened in the end?

Guess who won?

Hint: I love him.

Squint hard enough and you'll see he wears his heart on his sleeve. You know what I mean.

Yes, world. Boyfriend won it and I was in tears. Pumping my fists in the air and practically dancing.

I would like to thank Andrew Cook for introducing us to David, if it weren't for him, we wouldn't really know how wonderful David is.


535 votes yesterday for 5 hours from me. It mattered, because he beat Archie by 12 million votes.


TOTAL CFM MOMENT.




Mushy boy. Stop doing that. You make me cry too! Is it me or does he remind you of Toby Rand?

Whoa, I can officially say I have powerful tearducts. I am stoked and crying tears of joy.


Good job to Archie too.
*applauds little David*


This should have also happened in Moscow, preferably with blue confetti.

Oh well. There you have it. The end of the ramblings of David Cook. I thank all of you for bearing with my incessant rambling and public declaration of love for my boyfriend for the last 4 months.

Bye for now.

Possible candidate, yeah.

Honestly, you have no idea how hard it is to refrain myself from breaking into a big grin whenever I hear THAT song, because it reminds me of all the random sexually-inappropriate conversation we'd have.

22nd May, 2008 would be an important date for me for two reasons:
01. UEFA Champions League final.

My Chelsea boys are up against Man United. I am hoping for a repeat of the FA Cup final this time around. After watching the Man United players lift the Premier League title again for the 10th time, I so badly want my boys to win the Champions League trophy. Just once, we've come so close to being in the finals for the last three times and faltered. I love my boys, I didn't cry for them last night, despite the fact I tapped my fingers onto the table quite a lot while watching the match. But to finish second after all the shit that has happened to us? Hey, that's not so bad.

And I am so thankful JT is going to be okay for the Champs League match. I hope our rocky Riccy Carvalho is fit too.

This could be our year.

02. American Idol season 7 finale.

Best pic of David Cook. Ever.

Quite frankly, I want David Cook to win so badly. I know I talk about him incessantly-lah, but you must remember that I adore him to bits (also, this is my blog and I can choose to write about him until the cows come home).

I can't imagine David Archuleta winning it. He sounds bland and boring. He can only sing ballads. Not really a bad thing, but, seriously. I WANT VARIETY. I can never get why the judges slobber all over him when he conveniently forgets his lyrics TWICE and cracks his voice in the middle of a song?


I sort of like the shirt he's wearing.

If you've seen David Cook sing, holy mother of toe socks! Goosebumps okay? The best thing he's ever done was change the arrangements of Hello, Billie Jean and Always Be My Baby (which is, by far, the best and most memorable performance of him I've seen), albeit being called a copycat for Billie Jean.


Ma, really. I want to marry him.

And have you seen him sing Music of the Night? If you only know how I felt when I heard him sing the studio version. I wasn't listening to the sexy rocker David I fell in love with. It was a sexy soft side of him I've never heard of before. It tugged every string of my heart and I couldn't help smiling to myself as I was being serenaded by him.

*cue the Scouser's trademark statement: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WOMAN, THERE IS MORE TO LIFE THAN DAVID COOK, LIKE STEVEN GERRARD AND THE MANSLUT!"*

I could list down the reasons why I adore him and want to see him win it all, but I wouldn't want to be seen as slobbering all over him. As it is, this entry is only showing me slobbering all over him to a lesser extent.

But oh, he works wonders with the cameras. Have you seen the wolf prowl?

*ka-thud*

See? Sexy, yes?

I can never understand how in the world did he go from the guy with the red faux-hawk (whose name I conveniently forgot right after the auditions...right, major epic fail on my end) to this somewhat sempiternally immaculate human being in just *counts* three months?

I mean. LOOK!

I remembered the red faux-hawk, okay? Cut me some slack.


Oh. My. Holy. Boxers. The moment I told my mother I needed to marry him (I told mate I wanted to marry him when he confessed to being a 'word nerd' during the Top 20 where he did All Right Now...she replied me with -.-'...HAH! SEE! NOW YOU THINK HE'S A ORGASM-INDUCING SEX GOD!).


I loved the fact he got himself a haircut here.


HATE THE HAIR. THE FRONT PART OF IT. The mini faux-hawk came back so it wasn't so bad. But bleh...guys, stay away from the straightening iron, please. It's so bloody wrong to see a guy (ab)use the iron to make their hair straight. It's like a cardinal sin of matters pertaining to the mane.


And he loves Michael Johns! I love Michael Johns too!


Andrew and David Cook. We call them the Cookies. Hahaha!


Young David with his previous band, Axium.


I love the caption of the shirt. Now I miss Wisconsin like you cannot imagine. It's spring there now. I miss the Farmer's Market where the pregnant mommies would get their bellies painted and where the friendly jam spread seller would talk about his friend in Kuching. Honestly, best jam I've ever tasted. Hands down.

MA, SEND ME TO WISCONSIN! *wails*

I sound like a rabid fangirl now. So I should probably just shut up and get ready for class tomorrow.

You can hear me say...

that Operation Chocolate Chip Cookies was a success.

Well, almost. 7 cookies were burnt. Hahaha. That's not bad, since I made close to 140 cookies. Wah, rather ambitious for someone who's not even doing ANY kind of work in the kitchen, don't you think?

The brother ate about 8 cookies.
"What prompted this change?" he asked in a rather mocking and surprised tone.

I was half tempted to say "It's David Cook day and this is how I'm celebrating!".

But that answer was a BIG lie, so I told him the truth.
"Every time I have a semester break, I always say I want to bake cookies, but I never have the chance to do it. I decided to do the cookies today"

He said it was good for a first attempt, but the shape was a little off. Hey, my cookies are nicely-shaped okay?

When he first stepped into the house after work, I rushed out of the kitchen and gave him a cookie.
"Try it"
"You made cookies?"
"Yes"
"I'm trying to think of the risks"
-.-"
Damn insurance people.

He ate it and pretended to faint (ala David Cook during the Day Tripper performance).

Well, the good thing was that he said it was good, so I am happy.


My lovely eejit called and asked "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, ARE YOU MAKING COOKIES TO CELEBRATE DC'S DAY?". Yes, she was shouting those words at my ears.

"No, you random screaming fool, I'm not baking them for him"

To which my Scouser decide to conveniently interrupt and say "Did you know that 10 minutes into making the cookies and she's already cut her finger? With the aluminium foil that wraps the chocolate bar?".

All she could say to me was "Major epic fail on your part, Xanne". I could see her shake her head in disbelief.

You would also be quite surprised to know that yours truly here used a spoon instead of her hands to roll the dough.

As we do not have an oven in our house (We had TWO, but my parental units are awesomely generous, so they gave them both away! WTF!), we had to use this pan which allows you to bake cookies (it sort of acts like an oven). 15 balls for 25 minutes. We only started baking the cookies at around 7PM. We were officially done with the dough at 2AM this morning.

Total chocolate chip cookies made: 135.
Total cookies given away to family friend: 12.
Total cookies eaten by the brother: 8.
Total cookies eaten by the mother and myself: 10.
Total cookies left: 105.

I consider Operation Chocolate Chip Cookies a success.

I feel accomplished right now. I am extremely proud of myself.

I guess this is THE achievement of the year for me.
*beams*

Currently listening to:
Therapy - Axium.

It's therapy for me to wear my heart on my sleeve...


Have I told you how much I love David Cook's music pre-American Idol?

I actually wrote a nice long post to celebrate David Cook day yesterday, but I decided to not continue with it. I have my reasons.

One day more to madness.

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.

I have heard about your butterflies.

Quite randomly, I love taking pictures of the sky. Especially when the sky is this gorgeous.


Pretty, no?

I just don't get it when people call me crazy when I take pictures of the sky. Hello, if I take candid pictures of you looking like an illegal immigrant or looking drunk, then you are permitted to call me crazy.

Guess what? I ain't crazy, I'm the (AV) daydreamer.

Daydreamer what are you dreaming of?
Daydreamer what are you thinking of?
Daydreamer I wanna dream with you
And leave it all behind
I say welcome to the dreamtime.

*****

So, you want to see how my room looks like now, eh?

Not much to it...just randomly added some things in an attempt to make it nicer.

The room in full view.


Yes, I have a 45-year-old man's face plastered on my cupboard. And anyone wants that poster of Ryan Star? I have another one. Leave me a message, okay?


Chelsea book and DVD. Tissue box. Random charm dolls. Butterfly spinner. Hour glass. Random lips figurine. The Killers' Sam's Town wristband.


Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can. Do YOU realise how old this is?


Random stuff. Yeah, spot the odd one out and you get a special prize.


This is VERY old. My friend did this for our class. It was so pretty I didn't want to leave it there to be thrown away.



I only posted them up because they were pretty artistic. I'm not an alcoholic. I swear.


The dressing table.


Holy moley, BUTTERFLIES!


Study table with lots of random things. Like a mooncake box.


Guess where I stole this from?





MORE butterflies! Yes, I noticed the last one is pink. What's your point?


I love this. You can have Gabriel Gray. I want Peter Petrelli.

Now before you ask, how come I didn't put up Stevie G or Xabi Alonso on the door...this is to show what you mean to me.

Nah. Handsome Finnish dude. Who no longer drives for my team. I even found my "Massa rocks my world" thing. Hahaha, oh the things we did when we were young! There we were...sitting for PMR and we wrote "Kimi is so sexy!" in our textbooks. Haha.


Butterfly bubble blower. Open Mic Nite =) . The father's old office tag. He let me keep it for no reason.

Now all that's missing is a nice poster of Lewis Hamilton and Jonny Wilkinson. And Crouchy. Anyone willing to donate?


Oh yeah, anyone wants a BIG poster of Thierry Henry? It's really big. I can't put it up since I'm not really a big fan of his. So if you want, just let me know.

*****

Dear Lewis Hamilton,

Fuck those bigots. They have no lives and don't know how to spell. You're way better than that.

Can't wait for March! This could be your year. And be nice to Heikki, he seems like a rational, non-arrogant guy.

Very much supporting you,
-me-

Honestly, people. Get a life. Bloody racists should be marooned off to a deserted island and be allowed to do whatever the hell they want to do with their lives. Like making babies or chanting jibes at each other.

*****

I spent money on two earrings. Definitely worth it. The mother accidentally threw one of my earrings that I adored since it was a gift from a friend. I have no idea how anyone can see that shiny things are rubbish. And I lost half a pair of earrings in the train. Don't ask, I don't know how it happened.

And I am ever so tempted to buy shoes.


SAVE, WOMAN. SAVE MONEY.

Target of saving RM100 a month was met for the month of January. February's going to make me insanely broke, don't think I can meet the target.

Help.