I'm just a moment behind.

Do you know I have issues with every single radio station?

Every time I turn on the radio and one radio station is playing, say, No Air (good grief, that song is overplayed to the point my eardrums are bleeding!) and I start skipping channels until I find a station that's playing a nice tune. Then the song ends, and the same radio station plays No Air again.

AND IT HAPPENS EVERY SINGLE HOUR!

*grumbles*

I think the only song I actually like to hear on the radio is I'm Yours. Magic Rainbow and Always Be My Baby too =p (yeah-lah I'm so biased).

*****

Does this sound absolutely strange to you?
I went into a jewellery store and ended up buying nothing.

You of all people know how I love shiny pretty things. I went there and got so repulsed by the plethora of studs/diamonds/jewels on EVERY SINGLE JEWELLERY PIECE, I didn't get anything.
Seriously, who knew you can go blind in a freaking jewellery store?

I saw a nice pair of earrings though, it's made of seashells.

My parents wanted me to get some nice jewellery for the wedding (they know I sort of like shiny pretty things too) and kept pestering me to get something.

"See anything you like?"
"No"
"What about this?"
"No, because the outfit I have for the wedding sort of takes away the attention from the jewellery because of the lace"
"So you don't want to wear any jewellery for the wedding?"

See how they twist my words so beautifully?


But seriously, me hating jewellery I used to consider beautiful?
My, my. How people change.

*****

This made me smile.

"Eh I've something to send you online. Where are you?"
"I'm out running some errands for the wedding and doing some shopping"
"Did you call Michael Johns?"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Even before you sent me those texts, I actually told my mum who was checking out some shoes that "I was supposed to call Michael Johns" and she laughed with me.


Oh Scouser, my mother wants Magic Rainbow at the wedding. She says it's not your wedding. HAHAHAHA!

*****

You know what I really need?

A new pair of scissors and a few highlighters.

*****

No. Really.

I need sleep. Today's trip was enough to wear me out.

Even when I dream of you, the sweetest dreams will never do.

I AM FREE! *does robot dance*

The paper wasn't so bad since it was an open-book exam.

4 questions, 40 marks.

Break down of marks:
Question 01 = 5 marks
Question 02 = 10 marks
Question 03 = 5 marks
Question 04 = 20 marks

I almost got confused with the last question because it was long and confusing (and I am not smart enough to decipher hidden meanings behind questions...STILL second in Word Challenge-lah!). It asked about the different types of products, types of distribution AND pricing strategies all in one question. I actually underlined the three things in the questions and wrote away hoping that my interpretation of the question wasn't wrong.

When the time was up at 2PM, the lecturer who was in the exam hall told us what the question was about. Apparently...my answer is correct.

Can you imagine how relieving it is to know that 20 marks haven't gone down the drain like that?

One month to sleep and relax now.

*****

I came home and got slightly upset over someone who just knows how and where exactly to prick me with a needle.

Instead of crying, I chose to sweep, vacuum and mop my room.

Oh yeah. I could get used to being domesticated.

*****

I had this really weird dream yesterday before the shopping trip.

I went to this Idol tour concert in KL and somehow I was late. By the time I got there, I missed Cookie's performance (if this ever happened in real-life, someone please kill me...I am NOT kidding) and I managed to sit at the side of the stage. Brooke was singing Yellow (which I really liked) and then she introduced Michael Johns on stage. He started singing Fire and It's All Wrong But It's All Right. Then, the concert ended and he went backstage. Brooke suddenly came back on stage and mentioned that Michael took his shirt off. And since I was sitting at the edge of the stage nearing the backstage, I went to peek. He put on this yellow shirt and he saw me looking and I ran away because I got scared. I ran all over the building with May, my 17 years who I bumped into while running away from Michael. We went all over the place, only stopping to eat some chocolate-coated marshmallows.

Then we ran back up, and saw Michael coming out. I wanted to run but my friend was going fangirly there, she started yelling "MIKEY COME HERE AND TAKE A PIC WITH US!" and he came to us. He came to us and told his manager he'll come shortly.

First he took pics with May, but he looked a bit drunk, and he kept asking how old she was. She told him that she was 16 (even in my dreams, she lies about her age -.-'). Then I reluctantly went to take a pic with him (because I was still slightly embarrassed about the incident). He suddenly asked me "Nice view?" (obviously referring to the incident that happened backstage) and I got so embarrassed I didn't know what to answer, so I just kept quiet. Then he asked me how old I was, I said that I was 20. I asked him for his autograph.

Then May saw Cookie and got a bit too excited so she ran to get him. So it was only me and Michael there and he gave me a piece of paper. And he said to call him when I want to go shopping with him. I said okay. Then he gave me a kiss on the cheek and left.

By then, I wasn't feeling too well.

Then Cookie saw me and asked if I was okay. I told him it's because of the chocolate I ate that's making me sick. Then he wanted to take me to the clinic and I said no, and we were arguing about it until I fainted. Then I see myself in hospital, and I see Michael there (the hospital people thought he was like a close relative/family member to call during emergency since they saw his number in my pocket). May and Cookie was there, and Michael teased me and said "This isn't what I had in mind when I asked you to call me". I started laughing and so did everyone else.

Then I woke up.


Told you my dreams never make sense.

I told this to my mother and she couldn't stop laughing at me (When I mentioned the part Brooke announces that Michael took shirt off, she just said "So you ran to see him take his shirt off-lah? Hamsap!". She even laughed when I said Michael wants me to call him when I want to go shopping and Cookie was arguing with me about going to the clinic).

I told May about it too. She wasn't happy.
"Why did Michael give you his number? I like him more than you do!"
"That's why I told you not to lie about your age. Even in my dreams you lie about your age. See what happened? He didn't give you his number to call him out on a shopping trip"
"Bitch, don't talk to me. You stole my lover"

But seriously, I am pretty much stupid in my dreams. Not much difference between me in real-life and me in my dreams. Though if ever Michael Johns or Cookie were in the hospital when I wake up, I would yell "OMG WHO LET YOU IN HERE???" and start laughing.


What did I learn from this dream?
NEVER EVER DOWNLOAD SONGS FROM MICHAEL JOHNS BEFORE YOU GO TO SLEEP.


Currently listening to:
Somebody to Love - Michael Johns.

Everybody needs love, everybody needs somebody to belong to.

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.

Someday I'll be on top, high above you all.

Short update to say a few things.

01. I was crying non-stop the whole of yesterday. It wasn't pretty, I was switching from crying to being a grumpy cow with people. To make matters worse, listening to Michael Johns made me cry. I mean I was crying to David's takes on Always Be My Baby and I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing and I'm used to it already, but honestly. Crying to Michael Johns? Good lord, that was strange. A few things that transpired between my mother and I caused this rather weird irrigation system in my eyes. Will only talk about it if asked by people I consider close enough to let them in on this issue.


02. I have been eyeing this diamond necklace worth RM398 I saw in Bangsar Village 2 for the last one month. On Friday, I was rather excited about the necklace so I joked with my mother saying that she'll buy it for me. Yesterday, we got to the shop and asked the staff to take the LAST necklace (they only had five of it) and my parents asked me if I wanted it. Guess what I said?

I said NO.

They were taken aback and told me to reconsider.

I told them "Okay fine, let me go into the shoe shop next door to prevent myself from being influenced by other things here".

I did that and started texting my 17 years.
"So I'm at the shop and they're getting me the necklace I was bitching to you about"
"And you're getting it? Yay you!"
"I said NO"
"The fuck did you do that for woman?"
"I just realised I don't need it anymore"
"Is it because you feel like you're costing your parents money on this when they're spending a lot for the wedding?"
"No, you know they wouldn't mind about that. How do you think I got the white gold ring I wear lately?"
"It's because of what your mother said, right? That's got to be why you fucking said no to a necklace worth that much!"
"Yes...no...maybe. I don't know. Partly, I guess"
"So you're saying no?"
"Yes, I'm saying I don't want it"
"Jesus, woman. You've been holding out for a month for that elusive thing and now when someone wants to get it for you, you're saying no?"
"Yes"
"Damn, bless your husband with utter patience and strength to handle you. It's amazing how I am able to stand your madness for 17 years"
"You love me, that's why"
"Talk to you later, sweets. Yau char kuay later?"
"You bet"

I went back into the shop and told my parents and the staff there very bravely:
"It's okay. I don't want it. I'm sure of it, so don't ask me again"

So yeah, I said no to something I had my eyes on for one month. You must be thinking I am crazy. Or smart. Or both.


03. I had no idea that David Cook's camera face began from the Top 24. You know, the time where he had that hair I hated to bits because it was long and too god-damn straight? It's amazing to see that progression. Like what mate said once about his hair: "From rocker hair to 'ah beng' hair to gentleman's hair". Hahaha! Seriously, go watch his performance of Happy Together in YouTube and compare it with uh...say...Always Be My Baby or The World I Know. You will understand our views on his 'ah beng' hair.


04. Oh my god. Gordon Ramsay was at the British GP and he supports McLaren! OMG HE SUPPORTS BOTH MY TEAMS! HE SUPPORTS CHELSEA AND MCLAREN MERCEDES!

I squealed when I saw him in front of my dad. That was amusing albeit a little embarrassing. Hello, squealing at a man who is like forty-something in front of your father is strange. EXTREMELY.


05. Lewis won on home soil! OMG I was so happy for him and I nearly cried seeing the elation etched on his pretty face. It reminded me of the day David won. The tears were there and seeing them speak after being on such a high and having the time of their lives (pun intentionally intended) made me want to hug my TV screen and not let go.


06. And Felipe Massa almost killed a rabbit off the track! As did Lewis. Have mercy on those poor bunnies! But you have to admit, it was quite amusing to see the rabbits running off the grassy side of the track when the cars came swerving at them.


07. I learnt that when you're upset, the best song to make you smile when you're unhappy is "Hungry Like The Wolf". You know which version. Haha.


08. Exams begin tomorrow. Wish me luck!

I will be away and probably not going to update until next Monday, which is when my last paper is over.

In case you miss me, which is highly unlikely, go listen to lots of Paolo Nutini, David Cook, Axium, MidWest Kings and Michael Johns. And whatever you know I listen to.

OR...GO WATCH THIS.
PAY SPECIAL ATTENTION AT 1:30 ONWARDS.

Oh, you know what I'm thinking.


And to think I said this was a short update. Pfft.

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.

What just happened here?

Hello world.
I am back. I managed to rake in four hours of sleep.

What was I up to?
Well, I was creating a work of art.

Hard to believe, eh?
Hah, I have proof!

The original plan for my Human Personality assignment was to stick photos and write out a sentence on a piece of colourful paper and sticking it onto the A3-sized paper. Well, it was to describe our personality anyway, and I realised how boring I have become, so it fit pretty well.

But then, during my tutorial class, I was unconsciously scribbling 'DC' on my notes.

And suddenly, the creative juices that never existed before came to life to kick me in the bum.

I decided to draw a guitar.

Where did this moment of brilliance came from, you wonder?
Well, the answer, my friends, lies in this video, also dubbed as "porn part 2" by the Scouser. Watch if you're up for it. I am serious.

And also, the idea came from this lovely Luna electric guitar.

Ah, boyfriend, you are such a wonderful muse, you know that?


So after starting work at 5PM and ending almost 12 hours later...the battle with the UHU glue and painted wires ended. I emerged victorious.

The outcome?


16 toothpicks. 5 painted wires/broken guitar strings. 5 silly photos (yes, you are right, that IS indeed a cockroach on the yellow paper). 3 nicely drawn tattoos. Random coloured papers.

One sleep-deprived cookie.

Spot what's different, and I will FedEx you a chocolate chip cookie. You CANNOT answer because you were there with me!




The three tattoos. Nicely drawn. Welsh word for music. The heart on my sleeve. Love and the Egyptian symbol of life.


This is what my room looked like after I was done at 5:30AM this morning. You didn't see the rest of the stuff on my bed. Yes, David was on the floor, serenading me and making me bawl like a baby at times. I sat next to the rubbish bin, in front of the closet. That was the only available spot that my ass could fit in.

"What just happened here?"
"A hurricane just passed by my room and blew everything away"
"I suppose this hurricane's name was Hurricane Cookie?"
"Oh yeah"

So yeah, that is how my TV boyfriend made me artistic.

He is amazing.
First, he helped with my culinary skills.
Now, he helped with my artistic abilities.

Boyfriend, you should be proud.


Today, after handing in the majestic work of art, I met up with mate to celebrate her post-exam celebration.

And we wore the SAME shirt. We just laughed. We somewhat had a feeling the other was going to wear the shirt today.

The mother actually laughed when I told her that we wore the same shirt and wondered if people actually thought we were wearing uniforms.

We were too busy talking about...things...to notice other people's thoughts.

Somehow, she keeps me sane and tolerates my ramblings.


I tried the hankie-hanging-out-of-my-backpocket look today with my infamous tie-belt.

Guess what?

It failed. Haha.

*****

I swear this is just too adorable.

David Cook and David Putty, Michael Johns' puppy.

I love the fact that they both have got the same facial expression on.

Boyfriend. Stop it. Stop being so wonderful.


Currently watching:
Sharp-Dressed Man - David Cook and ZZ Top.

Every girl's crazy for a sharp-dressed man.

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.

It's what you do to me.

I am still grumpy, thanks very much for asking.

The whole day has been awful. I shall not talk about it because I don't want to.

My saving graces?

01. Cookie's new fan.
THE MOTHER.
*cue dramatic music*

"Oh goodness, David looks very gorgeous and handsome today!"
"I love the shirt he's wearing!"
"He was the best of the night!"
"He sounds brilliant!"
"He's such a sweetheart and his mum is so pretty!"
"Why is he sniffing? Is he having a cold or is he crying?!"

HAHAHAHA! She has a crush on my boyfriend! Oh God. This is too funny. She didn't even mention anything about Archie tonight (which is strange, because she loves him to bits because he's so cute to her).

02. David Roland Cook and everything he did today (yes, everything including the sort of stupid pirate joke he did today...I can't believe I laughed at that and the arm motion).

03. This.




What I wouldn't give to be his guitar? Or even the microphone?

*tells self: Shut up, woman! Get a bloody life!*

Why are you such a mensch?
"Cookie is the boy I'd bring home to meet my mother, Xanne. Seriously"

I have the power to influence my friends and my own mother to love my boyfriend.

I've got the power! Whee!!!

Currently listening to:
The Hours In Between - Michael Johns.

I'm not saying that it's right...


One more week to seeing Islands in the Stream. Haha. I can tell YOU can't wait.

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.

Blue is the colour. Indefinitely.

I meant to post earlier, but I was too elated for words to say, all I did was cry.


Last week, I said I smelt Moscow. Today, I knew I wasn't wrong.

I woke up at 2:20AM with Michael Johns serenading me, telling me to "Dream On". I got to the living room with David (name has been changed due to constant whining of a certain member of society). I was alone.

I went to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee which the mother made (she asked me the night before if I was staying up to watch the match and if I wanted a pot of coffee).

I sat there with David on my lap, talking to Renny online. The match made me tense, at one point I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Didi missed a glorious opportunity to score and I started yelling loudly at the TV.

At that point, the father woke up and came down to watch the match with me. My screams woke him up =/

And then he started saying how much he wanted Chelsea to win because Liverpool ruined Arsenal's season (or something like that). That's a first.

And then the brother came down and headed straight for the kitchen. As soon as he came out of the kitchen, Didi scored.

The brother got mad with his team and ran off to continue sleeping.

Score: 1-0. Aggregate: 2-1.


Almost reaching Moscow. Or so I thought.

Nando Torres had to score for Liverpool.

Score: 1-1. Aggregate: 2-2.

I almost burst into tears because we were the better side, we deserved it. We were THIS close of Moscow and glory, I didn't want it to be taken away like that.

I feared a penalty shoot-out would seal our fate.

Renny and I began praying to Lampsy's mother to ask her to help our boys once more.

I got hungry and the father was happily munching on something, forgetting to offer me some of it. Hmmph. Stingy uncle. When I'm nervous I either eat or bite my nails, like crazy. So, that was how nervous I was.

And then, he starts talking about Arsenal and the what could've beens for them. Somehow I don't know where the January transfer season topic came into the picture. I love him, he's so random.

Thank God for extra time.

I honestly was sobbing when Lampsy took the penalty and scored it. I cried. He dedicated it to his mother, which was sweet and lovely. I just had to cry.

And then Didi scores another. I started sobbing. In front of my dad, which is VERY strange. I yelled "MOSCOW! WE'RE GOING TO MOSCOW!" out of pure elation.

Score: 3-1. Aggregate: 4-2.


Oh dear, I got scared when Babel scored for Liverpool a few minutes before the whistle was blown.

Score: 3-2. Aggregate: 4-3.

The final whistle was finally blown, and I have never cried this much for a football match. I was too happy.

I called my trusted 17 years also known as the eejit to say "This could be our year".

My Liverpool kawan told me hours before the match:
"No matter what happens during the match and which team wins, Man United must be stopped"

They will be. Moscow will be painted blue.

Blue is the colour, football is our game,
We're all together, and winning is our aim,
So cheer us on through the sun and rain,
'Cause Chelsea, Chelsea is our name.


I have to say I am sorry to my friends who support Liverpool, you all do realise I am a closet Liverpool fan so it means I care about you and your team.

And I got really mad at the commentator for saying that ugly Grant did what Jose couldn't do. What the hell was that about? This is the team Jose left him with (save Nicolas Anelka), they are STILL Jose's boys! NOT AVRAM GRANT'S!

DAMN YOU TO HELL, YOU STUPID COMMENTATOR!

Even the father said "Actually they don't really need ugly Grant to coach them, they have everything they know and learnt from Jose so they are capable of doing it on their own". See, I knew he had a soft spot for Jose after all.


MOSCOW. MOSCOW. MOSCOW.


Right, so can someone buy me a ticket to Moscow then? I can go hook up with my Russian spy/best friend there! Whee!

DONATE TO MY "LAWATAN SAMBIL BELAJAR KE MOSCOW" FUND GENEROUSLY, PLEASE.

I love my boys, I am so proud of them too =)

I love Chelsea FC, David Cook and toe socks. Not in that exact order.

We are all innocent.

Okay. I just realised my classes are starting on the 12th of May and NOT the 5th.

If there's a time I should hide in a cave and never ever come out, it is definitely NOW.


To the eejit, I miss you. Can you please come home and save the Scouser's (so-called) sanity, as requested by her?

I had Lecka Lecka's Cookies ice cream yesterday =p

And I officially have weird friends.
"You know he said "It was a little strange to stare longingly into Lord Andrew's eyes" during Music of the Night right?"
"Yeah...and I am not liking where this is heading"
"I'd tell him: Yeah, I bet if I were to put Michael Johns in front of you, it'll be a lot easier on you, huh David?"

0__0

Stupid woman, you make me hate the fact I love you.

*****

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and I've realised how pointless it is to paint my nails.

I mean, you have to put on another coat when it all comes off. And my nails grow quite fast (despite the constant biting). So I'd have to repaint it a gugillion times. Okay, not exactly but you get my point.

I'd rather dye my hair than paint my nails, to be honest. I only paint my nails with the transparent nail poilsh to prevent me from biting them. Seriously.

I am not girly enough for some people (not applying make-up, paint my nails and wondering what clip goes with my shoes), probably that's why I am still single. Haha, I'm happy with this current state of bliss.

*****

Is there anything he can't do?

No, wait. Don't answer that.


Oh Curtis Stone loves rendang...tee-hee! Come to my house! My mother makes good rendang! Hahaha!
"Yesterday they had an article about that cook guy..."
"Huh? David was in the papers? How come I missed it? I don't remember seeing him in the papers"
-.-"
"NOT YOUR DAVID! THAT CURTIS FELLOW! I WANT YOU TO JOIN THE CONTEST!"
"Curtis Stone! He's a chef, not a cook!"
"Cook, chef. Same thing. Don't have thoughts of your David Cook!"
"Not my fault you said 'the cook guy'...what was I supposed to assume!"


Oh God. David Cook. Curtis Stone.
Is there no end to this?



My favourite moment ever.


Okay, scratch that. This is my favourite moment. EVER.

Tee-hee.

I need to get away. I shall be off to get more toe socks (I seem obsessed with them, don't I?) and maybe, some boxers. Hey, they're comfy, okay. Shut up.


Currently listening to:
I Don't Wanna Cry - Jason Castro.

We can make a million promises, but it still won't change...

Can you tell I can't wait for Wednesday?

Savour each sensation.

Okay. I have melted into a sticky puddle of mess. This will pretty much tell you why.

"MAYOMGIWASTHISCLOSETOLICKINGTHETVSCREEN!"
"She fell to the floor with a 'ka-thud' really...and she was biting her lips"
"Oh God, were you having thoughts?"
*hesitates*
"No"
"Liar"
"Shut up"
"Well?"
"No....yeah"
"Poor kittens...I pray for their souls" #
"He bit his lips too, if it makes you feel better"
"I know...she was squealing for joy...which is so hilarious to look at"
"Piss off"
"That boy has everything"
"Damn straight"
"HIS EYES ARE SO CAPTIVATING"
"Do you remember what he said during the auditions?"
"Of course I do! Versatile vocally!"
"He said that?"
"And I thought forgetting his name after the auditions was a cardinal sin"
"It still is"
"Says the person who forgot what he said"
"At least she remembered the hair and whatever the judges said"
"Forgiven then"
"And Randy said he needed to work on some persona"
"Seriously?"
"Yeah...I mean, he has red streaks and the faux hawk, doesn't that count for something?"
"For once, I agree with you"
"This is by far the first time I saw him looking directly at the camera so many times"
"He knows he's hot stuff so he uses that to kill the feeble people especially our poor old friend there"
"I am not old!"
"Evs"
"Seriously. I have Cookie Fever"
"Lame, woman. Just lame"
"I mean, he is just almost immaculate. He's smart, dorky, plays the guitar, humble, a family man, hot, and he has nice teeth!"
"ALMOST IMMACULATE? WOMAN, HE IS THE PERFECT MAN TO EVER WALK THE EARTH"
"Oh I know why she said that"
"Oh really now? Why?"
"All that's left for him to do to be immaculate in her eyes is to roll on the piano and make it look like a fun toy"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"True, right?"
*says nothing*
*looks around and whispers*
"Yes, yes, yes"
*hides and faints*
"Oh yeah, what did I tell you?"

# Some wise person told me that every time you have inappropriate thoughts of people, a cat dies.

Now that I feel slightly abashed...please go and do something else. Like save the poor kittens from dying.

Just because I might not be around later because I'm feeling unwell now.

I. WANT. THAT. SHIRT. NOW.


*falls to the floor with a loud 'ka-thud' sound*

I should get going now. My forehead is kind of warm.