Take me away from here.

I desperately need to leave.

You can actually feel the tension within a 10-feet radius.

There's basically no one to talk to anymore.


Which is why I have this thing to vent my anger. So let me pour it out and don't tell people okay?


I was a wreck the last few days. I yelled at her, told her to leave me alone and let me shrivel up and die. I refused to eat. I sobbed like as though some rabid dog bit me. I was a fucking train wreck. Hysterical to the point you had to use tranquilisers to keep me down.

Sleep peacefully now, my child...
I hope that you go away
to a place where your dreams can play.


Thankfully, I have them.


Thank YOU, for listening.
Thank YOU, for convincing me that I'm not worth looking like old man frumpy grumpy Fergie.
Thank YOU, for just being "Hello, I'm sure future doctor will find the cure of a broken heart and for that he will win the Nobel Prize".
Thank YOU, for being the last train home.

I love cuddles, by the way =p

*****

Okay, someone needs to show me a dose of rugby stuff because I feel my headache's back.

And my PC and YouTube have conspired to be cows by refusing to let me watch my rugby.

Don't make me burn you ah?


Come on Newcastle!

P/S: I love you for this morning's random joke. I got you.

Just telling it like I see.

Round-up of yesterday's series of fortunate events.
(a) Went out to Jalan TAR and discovered awesome football and rugby polo tees. WHY WASN'T THERE AN ENGLAND RUGBY TEE?!
(b) Fell in love with the most beautiful pair of silver flats. WHY WASN'T THIS PAIR ON SALE IN ONE UTAMA THE OTHER DAY!
(c) Walked and walked like crazy, almost resulting in legs falling off.
(d) NEWCASTLE WON! AND ASTRO IS SHOWING THE MATCH TOMORROW! Stupid Astro, already robbed me of my BBCE, now they make me wait for 3 days to watch the match. Hmmph.
(e) Jaya33's Cozy Corner is HUGE! Bigger than our usual Ampang joint.
(f) Celebrated the brother's promotion and the parents' 28th wedding anniversary. 3112 =D
(g) Never underestimate old and generous uncles. "I need to get my pics Photoshopped!".
(h) Sent random text messages wishing everyone to have a happy new year.
(i) Cam-whored with the family. Generous uncle is pretty photogenic.
(j) Generous uncle likes my new shoes. AFTER 5 DAYS. Apparently he didn't see them earlier.

Pictures later. Julez died on me during dessert. How convenient.

Anyways, I stole this from Aimee. Because I couldn't entertain/bore you to death with pictures.

01. What did you do in 2007 that you’d never done before?
Got into a big mess. Fall asleep while replying text messages. Falling asleep at the keyboard. Went 30 hours without sleep...TWICE.

02. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Hmm...I think I only kept to one, which was the losing weight one. I'm only making 5 this year, and I'm pretty sure I am going to keep one or two.

03. Did anyone close to you give birth?
My cousin.

04. Did anyone close to you die?
Well, my young nephew passed away in July.

05. What countries did you visit?
I didn't go anywhere! Hopefully we'll go somewhere this year.

06. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?
Sleep, definitely. And exercise.

07. What dates from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
13th April. 16th May. 19th May. 6th October. 20th December. 31st December. Anyone who guesses them correctly gets a cookie.

08. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Losing weight. 5 kilos.

09. What was your biggest failure?
Procrastinating way too much.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Had a fever. Nothing serious. Oh I apparently had a large right ovary in July, but after a check up, the doctor said I was alright. What a scare.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
The silver heels. My new phone.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
No one.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Too many people.

14. Where did most of your money go?
Presents, CDs, books, and food.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Eh Got Fee Ticket Ah? It didn't disappoint. My long overdue presents.

16. What song will always remind you of 2007?
Rihanna's Umbrella.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you: a) happier or sadder? b) thinner or fatter? c) richer or poorer?
Same. Thinner (but I feel fatter). Same.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Sleep. Relax. Study.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Scowl. Procrastinate.

20. How did you spend Christmas?
Went to the Pavillion and went for a fish spa.

21. Did you fall in love in 2007?
Truth be told, yes. I did. Was happy while it lasted.

22. What was your favorite TV program?
Heroes! CSI (Ryan got fired. NO!!!) ! Ugly Betty! The Simpsons. Doctor Who! Grey's Anatomy. House!

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Yes.

24. What was the best book you read?
The Five People You Meet in Heaven - Mitch Albom.
Finding Ben: A Mother's Journey Through the Maze of Asperger's - Barbara LaSalle (read this book, it's really good!).

25. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Paolo Nutini! Mika too! Can I include Mark Owen?

26. What did you want and get?
A new phone. Ryan Star's Songs From the Eye of an Elephant.

27. What did you want and not get?
See MCR live.

28. What was your favorite film this year?
Ratatouille.

29. What did you do on your birthday and how old were you?
Studied. Moped. Went out for dinner at our usual joint. I was 20.

30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Less painful assignments from Biopsych.

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?
Still the same as before. I have more tees with weird messages displayed on them now though.

32. What kept you sane?
Chocolates. Random text messages. Music. Hand-washing clothes. Dancing.

33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
It's the same as before.

*thinks*

Oh maybe the rugby players I fancy. Check this list. Semi-naked Freddie. Hahaha!

Especially these two.

In the words of my lovely nutcase: Ini sudah lebeh ni...

My list. You have NO say in it. ABSOLUTELY.

34. What political issue stirred you the most?
The countless rallies. Benazir Bhutto's assasination. The monks.

35. Who did you miss?
The eejit with the name longer than a railway track.

36. Who was the best new person you met?
Real-life - The kids at the place I volunteered. They made me feel special.
Internet - Emma =)

37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007.
If you want to see a rainbow, be willing to put up with a bit of rain.


I am done. Goodbye 2007, hello 2008. Bring it on.

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?

Sweet Lord, you're a miracle!

Hello all. I'm SO happy. Ask me why. Go on.

Do I have to?

Yes, you do.

Okay, okay. Why are you SO happy?

Because my Lampsy scored a hat-trick, y'all!

Hi honey, I scored for you. Oh my God, remember those girly rants? Hilarious!

Now that's something you don't see everyday. The last time he scored a hat-trick was against Macclesfield in January.
*counts the months*

10 MONTHS! WTF! Long enough to get pregnant and get a baby!

It was quite disappointing not seeing him score against Man City the other day, but at least he assisted in three of the goals (and helped me earn a LOT of point for my fantasy team).

Hopefully, he'd be banging more goals this weekend against Wigan. 100 goals ain't THAT far away, love.


I'm very pleased to see Sheva on the scoresheet as well. That WAS a brilliant strike.

Not too happy with the three goals conceded though. Oi, what is this...defence fell asleep ah?

Anyhow, a win's a win and we're through to the quarterfinals. Just like Arsenal and Liverpool.


And poor Paulo =( what happened?
*curses at the person who caused the injury*
Get well soon, love.

*****

MGP SCORED!!! WTF he cut his hair?!

Stupid boy. You better start scoring again, I might buy you back!

And stop getting yellow-carded for stupid reasons!

*****

The father come up with a very strange yet frank (pun not intended) assessment of my Chelsea boys.

He said they need Lampsy and Didier to stay fit, because without them, Chelsea's in trouble.

I used to think without JT, we're like jelly. But this season...I found out that without the vice-captain...they don't play well. It is...you see how they keep winning with him back in the squad?

And it's a little strange to see the father saying nice things about Lampsy. He always hated him, but of late he's been giving credit when it's due. And he says Lampsy should start for England as well. I guess he doesn't hate him much anymore. Maybe it's because I talk nice things about Arsenal. Haha.

*****

The parents scare me. I'm not kidding-lah, okay.

Last Thursday, they dropped me off at the centre and they went shopping. They bought me 3 T-shirts.

And this happened after my mother complained that I have too many clothes (and I complained she didn't buy me anything when she goes out shopping).

And today, I was talking about the need to visit the Pavillion and buy J Co Donuts while we're at it.

And the father asked me if I wanted doughnuts from Dunkin Donuts since I had a few minutes to spare before my voluntary work placement started, to which I said NO to. Don't want to put on more weight-lah, okay?

And after I was done, they bought 6 doughnuts from Dunkin Donuts! And they bought me the chocolate coated ones! TWO!

The mother bought three T-shirts for herself.
And the father told her to give me ONE.

0.0

WTF. Christmas came early ah?

They scare me. Seriously.

*****

I had fun today. I seriously did.

I think the most genuine people you'd meet in life are those who share the same beliefs as you do and respect differences, AND the ones who are defined as 'not normal' by the ones who think they're normal but these normal people are the ones who are not normal.

And I'm not joking.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow.

*****

"You have changed from that feisty little girl I used to go out with, and I don't know if that's a good or bad thing"

Believe me, boy...I think it's a bad thing. I used to think it was a good thing...but now. After all that's happening, I think it's a bad thing.

*****

Coming on like a wave, I'll be your slave, for all that you say that I will be...it is you I adore. Is it you I adore?

I'll be the one you're falling over, everytime you laugh.

I just love that line. It makes me mushy in the inside.


The pic is aptly titled 'Monyet Face'. Haha, yes, I know. I just love those earrings. I've never tried them out in public! I have this strange feeling someone's going to yank it off from my ear like that. Yes, I'm paranoid, sue me.

Anyways, nothing much to say, so I'm going to do this questionnaire nicked from Aimee (yes, you can OFFICIALLY run around naked in your taman AND paint your mother's nails). Not tagging anyone, but feel free to do it!


1. The phone rings, who do you want it to be?
The Scouser, discussing Mikel and Xabi Alonso and other random things. Mar, just to tell me that she's back home in KL.

2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
Of course I do! I even return the ones that people irresponsibly put away all over the place.

3. In a social setting, are you more a stalker or a listener?
Listener and stalker.

4. Do you take compliments well?
No. Apparently, I am modest and humble and godsent. I don't believe in any of the compliments I get. Very hard to tell who's being sincere.

5. Do you play Sudoku?
Yes. I do it all the time. During breaks, during lectures, during breakfast, during dinner, during lunch. I am a bloody Sudoku addict, and I'm better at it than my brother. I refuse to go out until my Sudoku puzzle is complete, worse still, I take it with me in the car and do it along the trip to wherever it is we're going.


*click to view larger pics*
Dungu of the universe. Cannot complete ONE 4-star Sudoku puzzle. Spot what's wrong with this puzzle and I'll give you a cookie.

BUT!


Can complete TWO 5-star Sudoku puzzle in 20 minutes. In the moving car. WTF.

6. If abandoned in the wilderness, would you survive?
I highly doubt it.

7. What song are you listening to?
Makin' Out - Mark Owen. Bloody hell, I love this song. Such a deep meaning to it.

8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?
No.

9. What's your favourite game as a kid?
Hopscotch.

10. Are you single?
Yes.

11. Could you date someone with different religious belief as you?
I can. I have.

12. Do you like to pursue or be pursued?
Tricky question. Both.

13. Use three words to describe yourself.
I can't cook. Hahaha!

14. Do any songs make you cry?
Closer to Me - 5ive. Yes, I know...this song is bloody old, but still, I have reasons of my own.

15. Are you continuing your education?
Yes, because I want to get out here.

16. Do you know how to shoot a gun?
No, would love to though.

17. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grab?
A pillow or maybe the handphone, in case I need to bunk in at someone's home, I have to call them up first.

18. How often do you read books?
Whenever I am not tied to assignments or exams.

19. What is your favourite children's book?
Holes by Louis Sachar.

20. Do you think more about the past, present or future?
Present and future.

21. What colour are your eyes?
Brown.

22. How tall are you?
Apparently, according to my father, I'm tall enough to smell an elephant's ass (it's a stupid joke).

23. Where is your dream house located?
On a lake.

Okay, not logical. The dream house would be located somewhere in the Golden Triangle, because of my shopping needs.

24. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?
Yes.

25. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?
Eh? Where's that?

26. Do you like mustard?
Yes.

27. Do you prefer to eat or sleep?
Sleep, because I lack it.


When I lack sleep, I tend to be narcissistic and take very candid shots of myself.

28. Do you look like your mom or dad?
When I was younger, people said I looked like my dad because of the skin colour.

Uncle was camwhoring! Hahaha!

Now, people say I look like my mother because...don't know.

I know, I flash my teeth more than necessary.

29. How long does it take you to shower?
30 minutes tops.

30. Can you do the splits?
No.

31. What movie do you wanna see right now?
Stardust.

32. What did you do for new year?
I think we watched fireworks, right after our usual dinner celebrations.

33. Do you own a camera phone?
Yes, though I only use it to take pictures of the brother and I eating with chopsticks.

34. Was your mom a cheerleader?
No-lah.

35. How many hours do you get at night?
Minimum 3, maximum 10 (this rarely happens).

36. Do you like Care Bears?
Only because my parents made me watch reruns to keep me quiet.

37. What do you buy at the movies?
Tickets. Popcorn.

38. Do you know how to play poker?
No.

39. Do you wear your seat belt?
Yes, I'm a law-abiding citizen, that's what I found out today.

40. What do you wear to sleep?
Clothes.

41. Anything big ever happen in your hometown?
Errmm...Russell Watson performed at the SentulWest or somewhere there. I don't know-lah.

42. How many meals do you eat a day?
3. I don't eat supper or have tea-time breaks.

43. Do you always read Friendster bulletin?
Sometimes, because half the time it's filled with "FORWARD THIS OR ANNIE WILL COME AND KILL YOU TONIGHT". WTF.

44. Do you like funny or serious people better?
Funny. Serious people make me scared as much as I'm afraid of soft-spoken people.

45. Ever been to LA?
Yes and I want to go back there and get my hair done again, and eat the best god-damn chapati and tandoori chicken there!

46. Did you eat a cookie today?
Yes, tonnes.

47. If I was the opposite gender, what would my party clothes be like?
NO CLOTHES!

48. At 10am this morning, I was...
trying on my new baju kurung.


A lot of people loved this baby. Thank uncle for picking this. Seriously.

49. At 10pm tonight, I will be...
either asleep or watching footie on the telly.

50. Who would be the next Malaysian Prime Minister?
Don't know-lah, don't think it'd be me anyway.

51. If my spouse told me to do without sex for a year, I would...
ask him WHY?!

52. If I was a piece of a car, I would be...
the radio.

No doubt about that.

53. If I was told one day that I would have to give up either
1) anything chocolate OR
2) ever seeing the beach again, for the rest of my life,
which one will I give up?
The beach.

54. Singapore is good for...
getting all the top acts to perform.

55. If I could say only 3 words before I die, what would they be?
Oh. My. God.

56. Who would I like to be left on a deserted island with?
HAHAHAHA! I have loads of names to put in. But no, I don't want people to think I'm insane.

57. Die by drowning or fire?
Neither. I'd like to die by falling of a tall building.

Okay, I'd like to drown then die.

58. What is the single thing you will buy with your last RM 9.95?
Milo refill. The father conveniently changed my morning Milo drinks with Ovaltine. Uncle says Ovaltine's healthy. Uncle ah, angkasawan is promoting Milo okay? Must mean it's good.

Uncle ah, listen to the angkasawan, can or not? Give me back my Milo! *wails*

59. If I opened a night club, what would I call it?
The Bottomless Pit.

60. Don't cheat: What's "bulbous"?
Shape of a bulb? Right?

61. I think my ass is...
not flattering.


So yes, I am bored, you've seen pics of the things I did today. Now, go think of what I can do to lose weight.

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.

Of being robbed and eight things.

Okay. I am not in a very good mood, so hopefully this will cheer me up. Plus, there's CSI Supreme Sunday later so I should feel better by then.

I've been tagged by the evil lovely Tiffany. Don't laugh at my answers okay? I don't like to be laughed at. Well, not today, at least.


RULES:
1. The tag victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.
2. Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.
3. Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.
4. If you are tagged the second time, there is NO need to do this again.
5. Lastly, and most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.


8 qualities my perfect boy ought to have [in no particular order]:

[ one ] Physical appearance:
*Tall, fair, skinny, nice eyes, great smile, nice teeth (great smile + nice teeth = non-smokers) . Oh wait...did I just describe Peter Crouch here? Well, it would be a bonus if the perfect boy looked like Crouchy.
*Oh, if he has hair like Tomas Rosicky, that would be even better! I like boys with hair that fly across their faces when the wind blows.
*Better yet, I'd like it if he had messy hair. So that one fine morning I sneak up on him in his room. He'd be lying asleep on the bed, looking all scruffy and tired, but the hair is just so messed up it's sexy like Fernando Torres' hair.

[ two ] He has to be creative and talented. Photography, music (he has to at least play one musical instrument...piano or guitar preferably), writing, arts (I don't want my kids to be bad in arts just because I'm bad at it).

[ three ] He has to be able to cook. I'm such a hazard in the kitchen, so I'd like it if he would cook for me just because he wants to keep me safe from harm.

[ four ] He must be able to tolerate my nonsense. I am full of nonsense. So if I start talking about Lewis Hamilton being adorable and kidnapping Xabi/Fernando, he must just smile and give me a kiss on the forehead.

[ five ] He must not laugh at my dreams, aspirations and ambitions. No matter how unachievable they can be, he must give me his 200% of support, love and guidance.

[ six ] He draws stick figures for me, especially when I am upset or sad.

Something like this.

A cookie if you can guess who I drew this for. Eh, you cannot guess because you know.

Also, he's able to use uncanny ways to make me happy, like drawing/doodling on my hand/book or just playing me my favourite song (Brownie points if it's any one of these three songs: Wonderwall, Gravity, Makin' Out. Click on them to view the lyrics and see why they mean so much to me). He should know what it takes to make me laugh and smile a lot.

[ seven ] He's a sports fan. He has to like football. If he doesn't like football, he must at least like F1. Or rugby. Or badminton. Or tennis. But liking football is definitely a plus point. We must support different teams (if he's a Chelsea fan it's okay too) because it adds excitement to what we have.

[ eight ] He must love me for what I am, flaws and imperfections included. Also, he must love me for who I am, not my religion or race. He must respect the parents, regardless of the silly things they say. It's all about the love, babe.


The eight new victims: Ai Li, Aimee (simply put your name, I know you won't do), Sylvien, Emma, Farah, Roya, Xin Rou and anyone else.

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How does it feel like being robbed?
You know what they say, what goes around comes around.

Oh, should I sell MGP to buy Fabregas? I don't like MGP because he cheated and got Belletti booked for no reason.

Damn Blackburn. Poor Salou. Injustice. Oh well. I don't like Blackburn, RvP was right, they're play-actors and cheat a lot. Did you see how Robbie Savage kept kicking Chelsea players just to get the ball? It looked as though he was out to get their legs! And he doesn't get carded!

We can only blame mat rempits, High School Musical and Mawi for this.

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"Why isn't Tomas playing?"
*sulks*
*few moments later, he comes on as a sub*
"Yay, Tomas is playing, now she gets point!"
*laughs*


Seriously, to buy Fabregas or not! I want to sell MGP!

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Scouser, when she saw this pic: "Thambi, when did you get so fair? You got boyfriend already is it!"

Ridiculous.


And seriously, why are my eyes so small?


I don't make sense. Then again, when do I ever make sense?

Oh dilemmas, go away.

Should I go for the replacement class or should I skip it to go shopping instead?
~I would like to skip it, but the father advised me against it and told me to go for it and not be lazy. The problem is, I don't even know where the venue is. Business department and their extreme laziness to post the venue up in the website. Plus, no one I know is going for the replacement class anyway, so I'd end up lonely. And people wonder if I have become insane to stay back for two months to continue with this subject. Bleh. Oh well, all in the name of Stamford Bridge, Anfield/Stanley Park, Emirates Stadium, Old Trafford, Elland Road, Wembley and Silverstone...I suppose.

Should I write the thing I want to write or not?
~I've been on a writing hiatus for a month now, no thanks to my assignments (no, no, blog posts don't count!). So, any ideas I had for the thing I was writing has been sucked dry when I was doing my assignments. Getting the inspiration is a little hard now. And I am lazy (you'd think I only have to go to college for two days I'd do the writings, but no...I'm lazy). Bleh.

Should I watch the Arsenal game later?
~Okay. I like Arsenal. Plus, that anorexic being who is actually a day older than my brother WTF? and Tomas is playing. Your under-aged boyfriend might be playing too. But the game is at 12:55 AM and ends at 2 something. Sleep would have to be compromised if I decide to watch. But it's Arsenal. And we're NOT supposed to like Arsenal. Therefore must boycott and NOT watch the game. But...I want to!


Oh dilemmas. Go away. And give me back my old e-mail account!

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What is it with you and words that relate to walking? Traipsing. Jaywalker. You're not the type who loves to walk.

Interesting question, my darling eejit.

Truth is, I myself don't know.

I chose the word 'traipsing' because it described everything that was happening at that moment for me. I was walking quite aimlessly and wearily after the incident a few months back. It caused me sleepless nights and wasted tears and energy.

But, I also chose this word because there are some things in life that, after a long and tiring walk, make you sit back and take notice of things. It is when you're most tired that you feel like you understand what's happening and why it happens. I don't know about you, but it happens to me.


'Jaywalker'. Haha. Simple one, this. Mark Owen. I kid you not. I want to be THAT jaywalker he sings about in the song. Haha...everybody wants to be my fool =p

The Oxford English Dictionary says that a jaywalker is a person who walks in or across a road without regard for approaching traffic. It is such a contradicting statement. Everyone knows I cannot cross roads like a sane person. I either need someone to hold my hand and help me cross the road or just run across and hope no one knocks me down.

So, I was listening to that Jaywalker song, and I thought...
"Eh, Jaywalker has a nice ring to it. Plus, it would be shorter and nicer too, since I want to be THAT jaywalker"

Plus...the Oxford English Dictionary says that the origing is from the word "jay" which in the obsolete sense is a "silly person". So, technically I am silly, because I cannot cross the road like a sane person.

So, yes. I couldn't put things like "ILOVEJT4EVA" as an e-mail account (I could, but no thanks...cheesy proclamation of undying support/love/devotion for your club captain in an e-mail address is not the work of an almost 20-year-old girl like me).

So. Here I am. The traipsing gypsy-cum-jaywalker.

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Currently listening to:
Jaywalker - Mark Owen.

Oh, my, she has a passion for a twister, loves all things yellow, she's getting high on marshmallows.


Sorry-lah, just can't get him out of my system just yet. Besides, he's NOT that bad. Take That is okay but their songs make you feel like dying (well, so says the mother anyway) especially if Gary Barlow's the lead. You see, Shine was such a happy song! Compared to Patience and I'd Wait For Life (quoting the mother: "You want me to die, is it? Why are you making me listen to this song?"), it's better.

Oh well. Off to watch Arsenal now. Toodles.

I promise.

I promise that once my LAST assignment of the semester is done (which is due tomorrow), I'm going to do things I've been putting off for quite some time now.

Like playing the guitar. Yes, yes...I'm lazy.
And read a book. Anything besides General Principles of Malaysian Law, please.

Now that I only have two days to go to college, I have more time to sleep do something productive. Don't be surprised if I decide to bake something in the kitchen. Don't laugh-lah, I know I have no housewife-like skills, no harm in trying, okay? Be a bit encouraging, can?

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I no longer have to run the marathon. 8:30-2, with a two-hour break in between. Enough time for me to think of what to eat. I know, I like to think of food when I have nothing else to think about.

Oh and better news yet, I have not bitten my nails for the last 4 weeks! And my nails are long! Eh you people know right I cannot keep long nails? I can't because I have an urge to bite them. One of my worst habits. Eeks.

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So the parents hired this cleaning lady to mop the house and stuff. She comes once a week. I told them to call her when I am NOT in the house.

You see, she has this shrilly voice. And she speaks in this Bahasa Indonesia that I never can understand. Put them together, you get one annoyed me.

And today, they decided to be funny-lah. They called her up and asked her to clean the toilets upstairs. I had to be at the PC upstairs because I had to do the final touches of the assignment. And I have no idea what bleach or Clorox or whatever bathroom-washing liquid she mixed, it smelt bad and I was tearing and sneezing like crazy. My eyes were itching. Damn painful.

And she was talking to the mother so loudly, I nearly fell off my chair.

Which is why this morning my MSN display name was "Better listen to Mark Owen than listen to her. Seriously". Not that Mark Owen is bad, it's just that I was going a bit off when I was ODing on him for quite a while so I decided to switch him off and not listen to anything. And that's when she decided to shriek/scream/speak.

Honestly, I cannot stand the woman. She screams as though the person she's talking to is ten feet away from her, when they're only a seat away.

She gives me a headache. I nearly fell off the bed once because she kept pressing the house bell and screaming at the gate. It's broad daylight-lah, for the love of God! I treasure my sleep more than anyone I know. Don't be cruel.

I swear if they call her again when I'm around, I'm going to start screaming and that's going to be bad. In fact, it's going to sound worse than that woman.

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Dear Ronaldinho,

I have only one thing to say to you.

LAY OFF MY LAMPSY!

I don't care if the abomination called you to lure him to Barcelona, just forget it.

The man promised he's staying because he loves his people and the club. So back off. I will box you until your two front teeth fall off.

And I don't care if my mother likes you a lot. I will box you.


Very much in a hissy fit,
-me-

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Ooh...speaking of Lampsy, he scored the equaliser against Feyenoord wearing the captain's armband! What happened to JT?? Woo-hoo!!!

And Carlo saved a penalty.

I CANNOT wait for next Sunday.

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Oh, have I told you how happy I am Iraq is in the final? I nearly cried during the penalty, okay. Oh and that Iraqi goalie is cute! He reminds me of Tiago. I swear he's cute!

I am telling you, Malaysian footballers should be sent to Iraq to train, instead of being sent to London. Seriously.

I want Iraq to go on to win the final. This has nothing to do with religious pride or what, it's just that I want them to feel happy after all the troubles they have and are still facing. Even for just a bit. Excuse me, if they could go all the way to the Olympic semifinals three years ago, I don't see why they can't win it. Okay, fine...Saudi Arabia is a great team too.

Good on the Iraqis. After all the adversities they had to go through, they've made it.

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OhMyGod nutcase and eejit! Look at this.


Tomas Rosicky. He's seven years and two days older than me =(

HAHAHAHA! He's pouting! OhMyGod. Madness, thanks for this. How come you're so free? I thought you didn't like him.


But honestly. I like his hair. Oh and another thing, I'm quite keen on having brown highlights like his. Eh hello, I have said time and time again, I like his hair. And yes, he's good-looking.


No no, I'm not a closet Arsenal fan. I'm a self-confessed closet Liverpool fan. Hah...make fun of Chelsea, you Liverpool fans, and I will jinx Steven Gerrard or Fernando Torres! I mean it!

I like Arsenal because well...you go figure it out-lah.

The smarty pants who gets to guess it gets a chocolate chip cookie from Subway. Or not, just a hug.

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Nutcase was with me and we were singing to Believe in the Boogie! That explains the rain.


Honestly, don't you just feel like dancing?