I'll swim into you if you'll drown in me.

Here's another reason why I fail in being a woman.

My boyfriend wears more make-up than I do in year.

Oh yeah. Go on and laugh. I know you want to.

*****

I can't wait for Thursday. I haven't seen the Indonesian best friend who likes to burn things instead of studying.

I miss her and her jokes.

I miss the Russian one too. Our Carlos and Ballack jokes. Sigit and Paul-Erik. Dark fried noodles and hard cookies (this story will never die down, our mothers love to make fun of our non-existent cooking skills when we were 15).

I can never stand in between them or even next to them though. One is too thin, one is too tall. I have low-self esteem what?

*****

I got bored, so there. An update for you because I won't be updating this week. Unless I feel like it.

Two Names You Go By:
01. Roxanne.
02. Juicy Mookie (long story cut short, this nickname came out from a joke).

Two Parts of Your Heritage:
01. Malay.
02. Sri Lankan-Sinhalese.

Two Things That Scare You:
01. Cockroaches.
02. Heights/Blood (I couldn't decide).

Two of Your Everyday Essentials:
01. Fresh orange juice.
02. Milo/Neslo/Coffee/Cham.

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
01. My blue hibiscus shorts.
02. White short sleeve buttoned top.

Two of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists:
01. David Cook (oh yeah, I am SO biased).
02. The Killers.

Two Things You Want in a Relationship:
01. Trust.
02. Surprises.

Two Things You Hate:
01. Stupid petty people.
02. Cristiano Ronaldo.

Oh sorry, it says 'things', not people.
In that case, I'd go with pink things.

Two Physical Things that Appeal to You:
01. Eyes.
02. Lips. Or hair. Can't decide on this.

Two Things You Want Really Badly:
01. Leave the country.
o2. Tickets to see my Chelsea boys and permission to go see them.

Two Places You Want to go on Vacation:
01. London.
02. Wisconsin.

Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die
01. Go backpacking across Europe.
02. David Cook.

Okay, okay. It's 'things', not people!
Fine. I want to get a tattoo.

Two Things You Normally Wouldn't Admit:
01. I find cleaning my room and washing clothes and washing plates highly therapeutic.
02. I cross my arms when I take my shirt off.

Two people I would like to see take this quiz:
01. Sylvien, because she likes to talk about Cristiano Ronaldo to me in (vain) hopes of making me like him.
02. Anyone else who is bored, jobless and has time to spare.

*****

I need a haircut, a pair of scissors, my mad collection of highlighters, and a book so badly right now.

But no.

Mr. Converse and I will be out on a trip to the town to wreak havoc.

Someone please tie me up to the bed.

*****

YAY LEWIS HAMILTON!

And uh, Nelson Piquet Jr on the podium?
Yes!

I can go to bed happy now.

I'm glad that you came into my life.

I woke up this morning at 6:50AM (I had a replacement class at 9...WTF Saturdays are meant to be spent at home!) after reading text messages from mate that Croatia lost on penalties. Oh my heart and Slaven Bilic.

=(

Then I turned on the radio and flipped channels.
I got to RED 104.9 and guess what song put this biggest smile on my face?

Aiyah, not that Magic Rainbow-lah.

David Cook's studio version of ALWAYS BE MY BABY.

THE song.

I squealed, screamed, sang along and cried a little (I wasn't in a good mood to begin with).

I yelled at my wonderful Scouser who was happily asleep, saying random things like "YOU KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM? THIS IS LIKE THE SECOND TIME I'VE HEARD IN ON THE RADIO! OMG...ALWAYS BE MY BABY!!!".

I feel her pain sometimes, but she loves me. I can tell.


Does it absolutely scare you that I have ALL of his songs, pre-Idol and such?

Okay-lah not all. I discovered there are like another 10 songs (or more) that I need to actually complete my collection.


I have officially lost my mind.


Randomly, I read that Lampsy might move to Inter Milan. If he goes, good for him.

I ain't gonna cry, no, and I won't beg you to stay,
But if you're determined to leave, boy, I will not stand in your way.

Great. Everyone is just out to make me upset.


Well, with the exception of this person who has currently reduced me to acting like a complete fool in public.

Need I remind you of the 'how-to-fix-the-printer-to-the-laptop-without-the-plug' escapade to prove to you how much of an idiot he has reduced me to?


Currently listening to:
Last Request - Paolo Nutini.

Yeah, yeah, I know what most of you are thinking.
"OMG SHE'S NOT LISTENING TO MAGIC RAINBOW!"

Yes. I have other songs too, you know. Don't mock me.

Dear Monday, I can't wait for you come along because I need to rekindle my love affair with sleep.

I'll be your last train home.

Everyone's going somewhere.

The Rooney/Ronaldo lover is off to Hong Kong.
The Russian spy-friend is going to Egypt.
My froggy friend is off to Bali. TO STUDY MEDICINE.

WTF. Bali, okay.

Everyone's going somewhere.

I'm not even sure if I'm leaving. I'm not even sure where I'm going yet.

Sad, but true. Life is like that-lah, I guess.

And if you wait for me, I'll be the light in the dark when you lose your way,
And if you wait for me, I'll be your voice when you don't know what to say,
I'll be your shelter, I'll be your faith,
I'll be forever, wait for me,
I'll be your last train...I'll be the last train home.

-Last Train Home, Ryan Star-

Yes, I love this song. Just downloaded it. Go bloody download it, okay. It's from the PS. I Love You soundtrack, which has Paolo Nutini's Rewind in it as well (it's a brilliant song). I told you I was right!

It's good to know that you left me with a good sense of love and music. Just come home soon, okay? I miss you.

It was a therapeutic chain of events.

I am awake now, I tried going to bed at 3AM, but I couldn't. So I decided to study. Yes, I did. I have proof.



Notes I take down in class.


Post-it notes on the textbook pages. Yes, I noticed my handwriting is getting increasingly smaller by the day.



The perfectly stacked stationeries. Yes, no pink highlighters or pens for me. You ought to know me by now.


The thing that holds my coffee and Dutch Lady lemon-lime yoghurt milk. I am the rightful owner of this mug. NO ONE (I seriously mean NO ONE) IS ALLOWED TO USE IT. Why? Because I am THE BOSS. The other day, the father used the mug and filled it with teh o, I threw a hissy fit. Yeah-lah, I have issues. Don't you?


Waiting for the 14th to come. Missing chee cheong fun a lot.


The music that kept me awake. From Jamie Scott to Jamie Cullum. From Mark Owen to Ryan Star (I heard Clocks! HAHAHAHA! Awesome memories! =p). From Juke Kartel to Arcade Fire. From Sugababes to All Saints. From My Chemical Romance to Panic! at the Disco. From Damien Rice to Billy Idol. From Mika to Maroon 5. From Blake Lewis to Paolo Nutini. All on repeat. Wicked and so much love.


Yes, I am so surprised how anyone can look this happy at 4AM. Honestly. Must be the coffee.

*****

Yesterday, I had to attend a prayer service for this relative of mine. I went with my darlings.

"Eh the guy is checking you out la"
"WTF"
"Yeah-lah. He just stop and stared at you when he arrived"
"Bullshit"
"We kid you not"
"Eh he's looking at you!"
*gets annoyed*
"Piss off"

"Eh got tairu!"
*drools*
*tells father*
"If you're getting up, go take some tairu for me please?
*flashes a big grin*
"Thank you"
-.-"

I had fun with them both. They make me happy =)

*****

The Boss has decided to continue with her work now.

Toodles.


I want to run outside and play...

but it's raining.

=(

Rewind this and keep playing.

I was busy typing out something for someone and I heard Paolo Nutini's 'Rewind' being played loudly on the TV.

I came down and I saw that CSI Miami played it at the end of the show.

You have no idea how it hit me, but it made me smile. Despite the headaches and everything else.

I guess you only need that one song to make you feel like a real person for a change.

*****

I have a lot of nonsense to talk about...but that shall come later at night. But lots of thanks to Xin Rou and Jason! I had fun today.

*****

Petr, DO NOT DO THIS TO ME.

I will burn things and pollute the air.

*****

When I told you about the song, you said nothing. I thought you were annoyed with me. 10 minutes later, you came over and played it to me.

And that's what you mean to me.

Guess my random lyric-leaving stunt has rubbed on to you eh?

Being grumpy makes me feel like frumpy Fergie.

Ah, screw it. I was grumpy and wrote a post on why I was grumpy (which I deleted later).

But then I washed clothes and talked to random people and slept. Yes, it made me feel better, even washing clothes.

And for what it's worth, I had valid reasons to be grumpy.

But then I realised, being grumpy makes me feel like frumpy Fergie. Fergie here would refer to Sir Alex Ferguson.

And no, I'm too young and nice-looking to look like him.

So, I am no more grumpy, just nerdy.



And laugh at this.
I broke one of my mother's favourite teapot of 15 years with a spoon while making orange juice.

I have no hopes of being a housewife if I keep causing calamities in the kitchen. Which is why the Scouser said I should be banned from the kitchen for good.

Thankfully there's another teapot in the house.
"Oi. This is the last teapot we have, so don't you break it!"

And I thought she would have banned me from doing anything in the kitchen after that incident. Hmm...

Oh and I have my boyfriend back from Materlline. Boyfriend = Paolo Nutini. Haha, silly people, I fooled you!

How do you love?

My post is entirely on pictures and song lyrics. Do my music tag first, please.


Today we talk of love.


How do you love...the feeling of buying new shoes with your own money?

Hey, I put some new shoes on and suddenly everything's right
I said hey, I put some new shoes on and everyone's smiling, it's so inviting


Oh, short on money but long on time
Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine


And I'm running late and I dont need an excuse
Coz I'm wearing my brand new shoes


How do you love your best friend since primary school?

I'll be the one who turns your stomach into something else and you say
Shut up, shut up, every time I say it


You'll be the one who keeps me sober, one to keep me sane and you say
Shut up, shut up, every time I say it


You'll be the one that knocks the man out I was beating up and you say
Shut up, shut up, every time I say it

How do you love your family?

Never had, I imagined such a beautiful situation,
Where everything I ever wanted is here, is right here.


They are the rock I lean on,
So good it scares me.


They're my condition,
My solution, my way back every time.


But before you can love them, you need to love yourself first.

You’re a smoke, you’re a choke, you’re the nicotine,
You’re my bloody valentine.

This best describes my day yesterday. Transformers was wicked, I loved it (the childhood obsession... if there were to be a Transformers 2, I want the Dinobots in it, seriously). I fell in love with three guys (Shia, Tyrese and Josh...*drools*) and three robots (one of which died rather tragically). I swear if Optimus Prime were human, I'd marry him...and I'd also like to be Starscream's secret lover. Oh Jazz, why did you die? You were one of the favourite Autobots since I was 5 and annoying.

I ate so much I felt sick, but I loved it.
My father told the Russian mate his stories of his childhood and working life (and she thought we were bad!). I may have heard like a million times already, but I loved it.
My mother finally can take really nice photographs of herself. I loved it.
She had a good time (despite phone calls from her mother) and we shared our stupid jokes, I loved it.
We talked about our weird lecturers and crushes and stalkers and holidays (I never knew Russians celebrated Hitler's birthday!). I loved it.
I don't know why it is that everytime I go out with my friends, I end up buying shoes. I bought one yesterday and I loved it because I paid for it. I loved it.

I loved everything about yesterday. Just like the other outing with the Indonesian immigrant. I loved it all.



Stand out you’re a chemical, (come on up)
Sweet Lord, you’re a miracle.

Yes, oh Kek Snek Pisang of Gardenia. You're a miracle. We got 6 packets of this and a loaf of bread free because my dad called them to complain about something he found on the bread which turned out to be dough. They came to investigate the mysterious substance. Haha. You're a definite miracle. I love you for making yesterday such a beautiful and lovely day. So stand out, you're my miracle.

*****

Currently listening to:
How Do You Love - Mark Owen.

With your love, yeah...can you catch your real reflection?


I am feeling happy. Now, I'm off to do my assignment. Toodles.

I'm blissfully tortured.

I have this sudden urge to take photos of random things. I just want to. No, no, not pictures of myself-lah, that moment of vanity has disappeared.

I should get my camera batteries recharged.

Thursday had to be called off, so Friday it is =)

Transformers and red shoes (and Shia) wait for me. I am coming.

*****

Shadows. Spot me if you can and I'll give you a chocolate muffin.

So, my neighbour, the smart one is back from the UK and my dad yesterday went and congratulated her.

I felt like burning something at that time.

"She can get A for her exams, now she's going to graduate with First Class Honours and her moot was taped and sent to every university in the UK because it was so good!"

Yeah, yeah. Not enough compare to the brother, compare to the neighbour.

Hmmph. Honestly, I don't care-lah.

To me, as long as I'm not involved in drugs, alcohol (true okay!) and cigarettes, I'm considered okay. As long as I don't go round killing people, extorting money (the Stamford Bridge fund is NOT a way of extorting money!), rob people or banks, I am okay. As long as I don't jump off a bridge over a failed relationship or get married at a young age or have a kid at this age, I am okay.

My studies aren't all bad. Sure no As, but I haven't failed. Maybe the A will come soon. Why must compare to her? I'm sure if I did law, I'd be good as well. Hmmph.

I'm not angry. I'm not annoyed. I'm just happy that I know there are people around to put me in my place.

*****

Currently listening to:
Makin' Out - Mark Owen.

You'll be the one that knocks the man out I was beating up.


Hahahaha...I just love that line! It's really goes with the video (Oh God, don't you start! I fell off the chair because you, madness!). Madness claims this is her favourite song. Have you been knocking people out your boyfriend was beating up? You violent thing.


Eh, he sounds really good solo. I don't know about you, but he has this raspy voice that I like. Like Paolo Nutini. I listen to everything, except heavy metal (the things my brother used to listen to). =/

Plus, his songs make sense and it's happy emo. Not sad emo. Got difference. Big difference.

*****

I miss MacG. That silly man and his uncanny resemblance to my father. He was one of the best teachers I had. The other would be my Physics teacher who is such a patient person especially when we (meaning the Russian mate and I) used to tease her and laugh at random things in her class.

He is such a nice man. Despite having made us memorise Sonnet 18 and The Road Not Taken, we all know he cares a lot for us. And he taught us things that weren't in his teaching scope. He taught us Bio and Chemistry too.

I wish I could see him. Just to say hello.

=(

I'm broke.

Dear Magical Fairy,

I swear not to spend money on unnecessary things, besides food and books. Please oh pretty please spray some of those magical fairy dust in to my dry wallet. It's not flattering having to ask people for money. And I hate to break my Stamford Bridge fund to get the money.

I will be good. I promise.

Yours sincerely,
-me-

*****

I spent yesterday and today at the library. I wanted to show people I'm a nerd.

No-lah. I went to get notes for my assignments. Stupid Political Science and Business Law assignments! *shakes fist*

Anyways, yesterday, I had to photocopy some pages off the Law books. And what happened was this lady at the counter undercharged me. It was supposed to be RM7.20, but she charged me RM6.20. Okay, fine, I thought. Maybe she forgot, I'll pay her the rest later.

So I went to McDonalds' to eat. I ordered and waited for my food. In the meantime, the cashier was with this gweilo and he ordered. And as I got my food, I waited there. This cashier stared at me blankly and wondered "Okay, you got your food. Why are you still standing here?" in her head.

"I haven't paid"
"Oh really?"
I nodded. See, I'm honest again. =p

Meh, if I get diarrhoea because I never pay for my food, how? Must be honest okay!

And back to the library, the lady told that she undercharged me.

Honesty IS the best policy (depends on the situation-lah okay?).

*****

I went to see the doctor today. And apparently, my right ovary is a little big (meaning it's a bit prominent during the ultrasound, which is unusual) so he said I should see him in another four months' time.

Meh, scary okay?

But other than that, I'm fine!

*****

We (the annoying ScouserCicak and I) have found weird look-alikes of random footballers. If I have the time, I shall post something about it.

But not this week-lah, okay.


Oh yeah, if I don't post anything up here this week, I'm not dead (I hope).

I'm just being a good child and doing my assignments.

*****

Oh my God. Rehab is amazing.

Go get Amy Winehouse's version.
Better yet, get Paolo Nutini's cover version.

Both are equally awesome =)

Get it, I say!

Rewind.

Hello new shoes, bye bye blues...

You won't get to see me relaxing like that anymore.


At this rate, I want to fly like a butterfly.

But you know what? We both (meaning you and I) know that it ain't possible.

I think I am destined to suffer and be miserable this year. Having said that, I do know that life has its own fair share of ups and downs.

I think I'll be okay. The sad part of this, is that I will have a holiday that last for the span of two days. Not that nice. In a blink of an eye, I have to start classes again, while some other people have had their rest for two months. Sigh..

But it'll be okay.

*****

I've posting way too many pics of babies lately that it scares me. I'm not becoming a mother-lah WTF.

Which leads me to this statement.


He is a daddy again. The one on the left. It's another girl. Name unknown.

Some brilliant being told me this:
"OhMyGod! May babies!"
"Soon he'll say: 'Myself and Lampsy went out to celebrate our kids' birthdays!' "
**JT's kids were born on the 18th and Lampsy's baby girl was born yesterday, hence the statement**

Eh woman, what is wrong with you har?
"What did your mum say the baby's name was last time? Castell? Faber? Staetdler?"

You seriously need to get a life.

Oh well. She's jealous. I can tell.

*****

That's Kristie and Bernice. And me and my new hair. Ignore me. Aren't my kawan-kawan adorable?


Kristie, Xin Rou, me, Bernice. Cam-whoring while doing assignment.


Eye on Malaysia. It looks really nice at night. With all the lights on. But I wouldn't go on it, because I have this fear of heights. Tsk tsk. How pathetic.

More pics later. I'm going to sleep. Toodles.

Prayer.

A little pissed off today, but hey, feel it, then let go. Right?

So anyways, I want you to pray with me.

I want to pray that I have no class next Wednesday at 10 so that I can watch the finale of AI. I know, I don't know how to sort my priorities. Turnips.

I am shocked with the results. It would've been better if Melinda and Blake were in the finals.

OMG BLAKE IS IN THE FINALS! 0_0

Shocking. Just shocking. And I didn't even watch the show yesterday. Ya-lah, I was busy being stalked by some tourist when I should've been at home watching American Idol (yes, I'm sorry, I have no life asides Heroes, Prison Break, Grey's Anatomy and that show...now that footie is no longer shown on TV, anyways).

Pray with me!

*****

"Your manager is arrested"
"For what?"
"Something to do with the dog-lah. Don't you read the newspapers?"
"I just woke up-lah!"
"Eh, those dogs are bloody cute!"
"Dog also want to bring in illegally. Stupid man"
"Eh, leave Jose alone, can? Have I mocked your gaffer?"
"Yes..."
"Well, I don't do that anymore now right?"
"I don't care. Moral of the story: Get managers like Rafa Benitez"
"Moral of the story: Run away while you still can before I hit you"


Eh, you and your nonsense. Stupid thing.

*****

I saw Paolo Nutini's "New Shoes" video on Channel V today.

I squealed. Stupid thing to do, but you ought to know me by now.

Mother trying to be funny.
"Is he wearing lipstick?"
"His name is Paolo Nut!"

This morning, while watching MCR's "I Don't Love You" video,
"Oh this is the song you were singing last night!"
**long story cut short, after dinner last night I was singing this in the car like I was high on booze**
"Are the people rocks?"
"They look scary"

She's not funny. Don't laugh.


Currently listening to:
Brown Spiderwoman @ Aima playing "I Don't Love You" on piano.

Me so very jealous she can play piano. Hmmph.
*pokes*

Anyway, I owe someone something. Promised her that I'll do it last night, but as usual, procrastination and paranoia go together, so nothing materialised.

Sorry. You can kick me if it makes you somewhat happy. I know YOU want to.

Funny folks.

The parents (the father especially) are trying to be funny with me.

I don't know what possessed the father that he decided that all of us (minus the brother) would go for this HomeDeco Expo thing at the Convention Center. He clearly stated that he wanted to leave the house at 9 AM today.

Guess what?

We left at 11:15 instead. He woke up late (as usual) and blames us for being late. Hmmph.

I tell you. He should go alone-lah for this kind of expo. I don't like anything there also. Except for the pretty Samsung flat screen LCD TV and Sony Cybershot cameras.

We walked and walked, looking at random electrical appliances. Vacuum cleaners, flat screen TVs, and washing machines. One in the house not enough meh?

Then we saw bathroom equipments. Taps, sinks, jacuzzis, bath tubs, and other random things.

And we stopped to see this LG booth, and they were selling the handphones. LG Chocolate phones were for sale. *drools* Pretty baby.

And that point, the father asked me if I wanted one. I told him that we should think about it and go back tomorrow and buy it then.

Then...we saw locks, doors, grills, roof tiles and lights. By then, I felt as though my legs were going to give way and fall off at any point.

And the mate was thinking of what she should ask the entire ManUre squad to sign for her if they held an autograph session when they came by to KL. And that will happen in another 3 months' time. Crazy girl. She also contemplated of giving Rooney a hug and declare her love for him. Madness.

At least that made me forget my tired legs for a while.

And the mother and I bought pretty shoes. They were from Indonesia. Really pretty. I show you all tomorrow.

I love Paolo Nutini, he just knows New Shoes is the right song for me.


The father decided that we're going back there tomorrow. I need to rest my legs-lah oi.


Too tired to post pictures of the shoes. I'll post them tomorrow along with something else I am supposed to get.
Hint: It's the cause of the orgasms in the morning =p

Chelsea game now. See you folks later.

Things to do.

Random.

Things to do during the holidays.
1. Read the two books I bought from MPH (both are from Mitch Albom).
2. OD on Paolo Nutini.
3. Clean my room.
4. Cut my hair.
5. Dye it.
6. Lose weight.
7. Read the two books my dad asked me to get. Creating Success and How To Talk To Anyone. (don't say anything, I will poke and slap you)
8. Shop.
9. Start on the diet.
10. Sleep.

Sleeping should be made into a career.


Oh, by the way, diet starts today. Wish me luck!


Currently listening to:
Autumn - Paolo Nutini.

My little fish don't cry...

Quad possible.

Football updates.

Arsenal wasted a glorious chance to win against Spurs. What's the point of taking off Hleb for Senderos when the game is nearly over? See, for nothing Jenas equalised.

And speaking of which, don't you think Spurs fans are a bunch of hooligans? Coming out of their seats onto the pitch to celebrate with Jenas and the other players. And they got off scot-free for attacking Lampsy.

**I know Lampsy was attacked by one guy. The point I am trying to make here is that Spurs have trouble in controlling their fans' behaviour**

Stupid Arsenal, all of them deserve a good slap.

*****

Fell asleep during the Liverpool game, but I got to see the second goal. Lysa, your "dumb blonde porcelain doll Dirk Kuyt" scored.

Habislah Chelsea.


Yeah right.

*****

The title race is wide open now. Middlesbrough drew with ManUre 1-1. Four points and Chelsea have a game at hand. If they win that, there would be a 1-point gap.

Quad mission possible.

And I would like to prove a point here.

People born on the 6th of October are truly intelligent and talented in everything they do.

Go Mark Schwarzer.

*****

Oh and I just think Andriy is adorable in this. So, just have a look.

*****

On another note, I think I jinxed Crouchy. I sneezed on his face in the papers last week, and he hasn't scored since. It was an accident, I swear. I was having a flu that day (when I thought I dug my own grave) because of all the crying and so happened I was reading something on Liverpool and it had Crouchy's face on it, and lo and behold, I sneezed.

0.0

My sneeze is powerful. First David Villa, now Peter Crouch??

**DV didn't score for two months when I accidentally sneezed on him somewhere October/November last year, and Valencia either lost or drew or won during those two months**

I should try sneezing on the gayboy's face then.

*****

Currently listening to:
These Streets - Paolo Nutini.

I'll get used to this eventually, I know, I know...


I love the album. He's amazing. And he's just 20. Tra-la-la...

Bored and jobless and hungry.

I'm very hungry. And it's not even time for dinner yet. =(

And I would like to add that...
Paolo Nutini is gorgeous and talented.

There, that's done with. Oh yes, before I forget, go see your icons! I finally figured out how to do them again. So yay! If you don't like your icons, tell me what icon would you want to be associated with. Movies, footballers, quotes, food, musicians.

You name it, I'll change it.

I can see Aimee dancing now. Nah, your moving Mikey's back!

Comments necessary. I want to know what you think of the icons and stuff.

Oh, chatterbox is back too. Gossip with me, okay?


I better go. I'm not making much sense and my thoughts are rather jumbled up.


Toodles!


P/S: Don't forget to comment on the icons. Let me know what you think of them.