I read the news today, oh boy.

That nasty pics of the effects of smoking in thes NST made me instantly say "That's enough to put me off".

*shivers*


Anyways, usually on the first Sunday of April, the Sinhalese community will go to the graveyard to pay their respects to the dearly departed before the New Year kicks in. As I am no longer on talking terms with most of my relatives, I stayed at home with the mother and brother. The father decided to go alone.

But it is not wrong for me to have my ancestors in my thoughts now, is it?

Damn it, my arms are shrinking. And my foot is noticeable! *dies* I am a lousy photographer!

Celebrate Life. Live Young.

You are always in my prayers and thoughts, I am sorry for being the bad apple in your eyes, we are all not without sins, but I live and learn.

*****

As promised, pictures of the new 'baby' of mine.


Say hello to JASON MICHAEL COOK. In Midnight Blue.

For the uninitiated, this is my new 'baby' I have been raving about. Isn't he gorgeous?

The name was chosen by his self-proclaimed godmother, the one who supports Liverpool like there is no tomorrow; and Miss Ayam Kambing Bag. It is a combination of our favourite Idol contestants. A cookie for you if you can correctly name our boys!


Want to see who's on the wallpaper?


Ta-dah! Look at where the shine is at. Hahahaha!


His eyes are gorgeous. And his guitar!


To bless the little one, I played lots of random music from the three favourites. It's truly blessed. Hahaha.


I love this baby a lot. It's all mine! Muahahahaha!



Okay, you may now pronounce me crazy.

*****

Peter Crouch, I love you even if Rafa doesn't. You know I do.



And yes, Chelsea, I hate that away kit like you can't imagine, but good work on the win!

Please don't screw up against Fenerbahce okay? I really want to see you in Moscow.

=)



"Owen scored! He's going back to Liverpool!!"
For the last time Rafa, for the sake of my dying sanity, please buy Owen back so that she is happy.


I am in need of Uncle Toby's chocolate chip chewies energy bar, and lots and lots of yoghurt.



Currently listening to:
Little Sparrow (studio version) - David Cook.

All ye maidens, heed my warning, never trust a handsome man.
They will crush you like a sparrow, leaving you to never mend.
They will vow to always love you, swear no love but yours will do.
Then they'll leave you for another, break your little heart in two.


Oh yes, the words to this song cut deep.


And the a capella part is amazing. I am not kidding or biased. But it is awesomely amazing.

To bling like this it ain't a crime.

I think my head's twisted. Physically, not mentally. It hurts when I turn it. There's like this sharp pain in the left side of my head. It's difficult for me to turn around.

And I hit my knee on the metal bar when I took the bus yesterday. Now it hurts. Bah.

And after I have lunch, I don't feel like eating dinner. I feel full. Something's wrong.

I am Hypochondriac junior. Haha.

*****

I was watching rugby the other day and the father went "How many kinds of sport do you want to watch-lah?". Sheesh. I watch whatever I fancy, okay? Not like I'm watching porn (don't you go there now).

Oh by the way, random stuff.

Okay, fine. Yes. I want to marry him =)


*dies* They're both adorable.


The article I saw when I was slightly tipsy for my own liking last week (after the "Let's send you to UK" episode). At least he's picked this time around. I hope he gets to play even as a sub. If not, I will burn Brian Ashton. Injustice!

Oh and seriously, please consider this.

This is Freddie Ljungberg. He is a Swedish footballer.


This, my dear friends, is Freddie Michalak. He is a French rugby player. I have more pics of him but they're a little obscene for little kids. Haha.

If they were to pose together like that French rugby team's naked calendar, I will die.

I am not lying.



Honestly, he is so adorable. Issh.


Okay, I think Crouchy looks VERY sexy in this pic. And what did I tell you about skinny ties? It makes a man sexy. I am not wrong.

Randomly, I was watching Beauty and the Best on 8TV the other day and I heard Clancy woman speak and told the mother she's ugly (to which she said it wasn't nice to call her 'ugly'). Haha.

*****

Okay, anyone has a nice poster of Jonny Wilkinson they'd like to donate to me? I can find a poster of Lewis quite easily on my own.

If I have Jonny's poster in my room, it would be perfect.

Be a good sport and help to the cause, okay. Your kindness shall be rewarded.


GONG XI FA CAI EVERYONE!
ANG PAU NA LAI? =P

Think he's lost his mind, still a friend of mine.

I'll update after this. I'm in the midst of cleaning my room and putting random things to make it look pretty. OMG, I'm going girly! *dies*

But, just a short note.


01. WTF CHELSEA AND SPURS!
02. I love Peter Crouch. Damn you, Rafa, for not believing in him!
03. WTF ENGLAND!
04. *refer to number 3* We are going to burn Brian Ashton and feed him to the piranhas.
05. I am NOT happy because of numbers 1 and 3, and something else.

Toodles. No point procrastinating on cleaning up the room now.

Do you know what time it is now?

Yes, it's a public holiday, which is why I'm updating.

Before I forget, Happy 27th Crouchy!

*****

Last night we had a barbeque party at Adrian's place.

Mr. White Font (haha!) gave me advice on Wednesday night.
"Can I come over tomorrow?"
"No, I'm going out to my friend's place for a barbeque party"
"Oh, okay. Do me a favour, yeah?"
"Sure"
"Don't get drunk, please"
"I'll try not to. Just curious, why?"
"No fun in taking advantage of you when you're drunk"

I made sure I called Mr. White Font just to make sure I am not drunk and I got home safely. But someone told him I got drunk. Liar.


The father, despite being in a grumpy mood, managed to give me some advice which was quite funny.
"What is this party about?"
"It's a farewell party and a surprise birthday party"
"Don't go over the limit ah. Don't drink. Alcohol leads to more bad things! After police will come raid you all, you will die"
"It's in Adrian's house"
"The neighbour's might call the police because you all are too noisy"
WTF.
"And what time is it finishing?"
"By 10 or 11 but before 12"
"And someone is sending you back?"
"Yes"
"The driver also needs to be careful, after police car will stop you all and take you to the station if you're all drunk"

Honestly, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that point. I got home safely and we even managed to discuss plans of me transferring to the UK after my second year. With a completely straight face.

Drunk people don't do that. They rant about why Mathew Tait wasn't called up for this weekend's Six Nations match. Haha.

To everyone, thank you for the party and the food and the booze. The main thing is I enjoyed myself, the company and the booze. And the Cuppacakes and food! Hope you all got back safely.
To the host, thank you for having us over. One day I shall steal that pencil box of yours.
To the birthday girl, hope you liked the shoes. I would've stolen them if they were my size. No, I'm only kidding! And of course, hope you liked the Cuppacakes. I had a say in that!
To the ones who sent me home, I hope you guys got home safe and resumed the drinking session. Thank you for sending me back.
To the concerned alcoholic (who knows nothing of the existence of the blog) who made I sure I sent him a text message once I got home safely, thank you for being a good friend. And yes, let's do this again some time soon! Haha.

Pictures to come soon enough. Julez is being quite an arsey bitch now. Grrr...

Take off, you're a radical.

You know you have to be worried when your mother starts singing Beyonce's Irreplaceable while hanging the clothes on the balcony outside YOUR room while you are asleep.
"To the left, to the left...to the left, to the left"

You also know you have to be worried when they watch more E! Entertainment than you do to the point they can tell you "Eh Britney wants to get married to that guy!".

*while watching Blake's Break Anotha' video on TV*
"Eh why his video so colourful one! Not nice!"
"Oh in the video this guy got lots of girlfriends!"

And she asked me why I hardly play Rehab (both Amy Winehouse and Paolo Nutini's versions) anymore.


I should ban her from watching E! Entertainment. It corrupts old people.

*****

I randomly sent a text message to mate.
"Hey mate. Just hope you have a safe flight later. Hope you have lots of fun and don't forget my hot ang mohs! Hehehe!"

At 5:30 this morning, this was the reply.
"Thanks. Errm mate, I'm going to HK, not UK. Don't think I'll see any ang mohs =p P/S: Spam my inbox. Hehe"

Hmmph. Keep all the handsome ang mohs to yourself, why don't you?!

*pouts like a 5-year-old*

*****

I wasn't supposed to update today.

But, upon seeing something very funny and hilarious...I had to share this.

cesc is my twin born a month earlier says:
dei.
you know you're good for something says:
WTF I KNOW ABOUT YOUR DISPLAY NAME!
cesc is my twin born a month earlier says:
shut up. that's not the point of the issue at hand.
you know you're good for something says:
what's up?
cesc is my twin born a month earlier says:
go see this.
you know you're good for something says:
WTF. WTF. WTF.
you know you're good for something says:
i think i fell in love with carra.
you know you're good for something says:
*dies*
cesc is my twin born a month earlier says:
HAHAHAHAHA!

Why is Crouchy ALWAYS dressed as an animal?!
I mean, look! I have proof!


First, he goes as a parrot.


Then, he goes as a penguin.

WTF. TOO MUCH HAPPY FEET, IS IT?!

On a funnier note, I have fallen in love with Jamie Carragher. Hahaha!


For more silly pics, go HERE.


P/S: If it makes you feel any better, my club's as stupid as yours. None of your players wore bloody fishnets, okay. So don't be upset.

Parodies and paranoia.

This is what happens when you have two people who are equally jobless and bored on a Saturday night.

insanity is my fourth name says:
as the joint president of the bodo society, i would like to bring forth our first project.
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
-.-'
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
dei, bodo ONLY consists of me and you, what do you mean joint president?
insanity is my fourth name says:
that is not the point of the issue at hand. want to know what my brilliant plan is?
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
as long as it doesn't involve anything pink.
insanity is my fourth name says:
let's make a parody of 'piece of me'!
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
PARODY! WHAT IN THE NAME OF DAVID BECKHAM POSSESSED YOU?!
insanity is my fourth name says:
we can make fun of liverpool! with pics!
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
how?
i'm mrs parody queen says:
change the words and link the pics...and voila! parody! for the paedo especially!
sometimes i don't recognise my own face says:
i'm beginning to love your plan. when do we start?

So we got to work and this is what we came up with. This is meant to poke fun of the paedo (who is stealing Danny Cipriani away from me) for being terribly mean to us (like hiding our food). If you are offended, please tell me, don't send hate mail. We only did it because we got bored. Done in the midst of doing Sudoku puzzles and contemplating more nonsense. Pictures mostly googled or donated from the mate and the eejit.

**click on the underlined words to see the pics**

I'm Mr Premiership Dreams since I was 21
Don't matter if I back pass to Henry
Or sneak away to the Carribean
They're still gonna take pictures of my derriere in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me...

I'm Mr bad media karma
Another day another drama
Guess I can't see the harm
In working and having a tee-off
And with a club in one hand
I can still clobber John Arne Riise
And you want a piece of me

I'm Mr. Lifestyles of the Merseysiders
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Oh my God that Stevie's Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. "Extra! Extra! Where's his curlers?"
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. he's too big while he's too thin
(You want a piece of me)

I'm Mr. 'hot penalty saver'
Tryin' and blockin' shots off
Well get in line with that Arjen Robben
Who's got me sent off
Hopin' I'll resort to some havoc
And end up settlin' his bills
Now are you sure you want a piece of me? (you want a piece of me)

I'm Mr. 'Most likely to get more tattooes than that Fernando Torres'
When getting the groceries, no, for real..
Are you kidding me?
No wonder there's panic in this industry
I mean please...
Do you want a piece of me?

I'm Mr. Lifestyles of the famous Scousers
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Oh my God that Xabi's bleeding
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Extra! Extra! More Own Goals!
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. he's too tall and he's too short
(You want a piece of me)

I'm Mr. Premiership Dreams since I was 44
Don't matter if I step on the Yanks
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They're still gonna take pictures of my goatee in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me...
You want a piece of me?

I'm Mr. Lifestyles of the Merseysiders
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Oh my God that Stevie's Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. "Extra! Extra! Where's his curlers?"
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. he's too big while he's too thin
(You want a piece of me)

I'm Mr. Lifestyles of the famous Scousers
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Oh my God that Xabi's bleeding
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. Extra! Extra! More Own Goals!
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mr. he's too tall and he's too short
(You want a piece of me)


As far as I am concerned, I am going to hell for this and other nonsense I've done.

Will be hibernating again. Unless, someone pokes me to update.

You and me, babe. How about it?

I am resisting the urge to gloat. Because I care.

Mini gloat-entry after this.

*****

We were out yesterday, we went to The Gardens and I went ballistic over the shoes there. Absolutely lovely.

It would be nice if this Christmas someone threw me money from the sky for me to buy things. Or Santa sent me a rich and young Russian billionaire who isn't Roman. Haha.

And I bought books. And CDs.

Sawdust (The Killers) and Audio Day Dream (Blake Lewis).
*stares at poster*
"THE ALBUM IS OUT!!!"
*jumps around*
"I swear when you come out, you regress to a five-year-old"

And this happened before the movie.
"Why does that look like Steven Gerrard?"
"IT IS!!"
*drools*
"Now we know why they couldn't beat Man U. They were drunk before the match!"
"HAHAHAHA"
*ignores and continues drooling*

Carra is sexy, by the way.

You're no better. Pot.

Next stop: Pavillion.

*****

I swear if Liverpool beat us in our own backyard, I would have thrown a bitch fit.

Liverpool 0 - Chelsea 2.


Goal number 99.


And yes, maybe his time is now.


=( Not happy Crouchy got sent off.


AND OMG RICCY IS BACK!!! He's been missed. Terribly.


Can you please stay at home and rest?!

The father's right. The drunkards.

*****

Mini gloat-entry over.

Random pics later. As in tomorrow.

Toodles, a road trip is up next.

It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you.

So, la-di-da. I am here to spread nonsense as I always do.


Sorry, I got distracted by someone flashing a pic of Harry Kewell in front of me.
Move!

And another just sent me a pretty picture of Tomas.

Why do I have such stupid people as friends!

*****

So I had a dream of a certain person during my nap yesterday.
Permission to laugh granted AFTER I have told you the whole story.


Anyway, I was at my cousin's place and I told him I was in the neighbourhood and asked if he was free to meet up. Apparently, he was and so, he came over and we hung out at his place and I met his family. He had two cats (Mind you, it's a dream, I don't even know if he REALLY has cats! For all you know, he could be having dogs or a snake as a pet!) and I was playing with the white one at first. Then I tried to play with the black one and it scratched my hand. Nasty kitty.

And boys being boys, he told me "I told you so!". He did give me a warning about the other cat, but as usual I am stubborn as a donkey. He took my hand and rubbed some antiseptic cream on it. And then we were staring at each other like what seemed like forever.

And then...

I heard Patrick Star screaming "HAHAHAHA! It's a giraffe! HAHAHAHA!".


For the uninitiated, that sound is my incoming text message alert tone. Mate ah, WHY???

And I woke up from the dream.

Cheh.

Okay, now you can laugh.

*****

There are parts of my body that I wish I could change.

The first would be my feet.


It's difficult to buy a decent pair of shoes with these ugly feet. My friends have nice feet and they have no trouble in getting shoes that fit them. I envy them like you can't imagine.

"OMG IS THAT A PIC OF YOUR FOOT??"
"Yeah"
"Fuck, they look like Crouchy's feet!!!"
*says nothing*
"Oh well, you know what they say about people with big feet?"
"They wear big shoes"
Our love for Notting Hill.


Even the mother thinks my feet look like his. "Yerr...your feet like Crouchy's! So long!!!" she said.

Another part that I don't like would be my legs.

I have ankles! Hahaha!

You see, contrary to popular belief, I have ugly legs. FAT. Which is why I hardly wear short skirts (apart from the fact the father thinks mosquitoes are going to bite me...not exactly what he meant by that, I'm pretty sure there's a hidden meaning to it).

So when I decided to wear a skirt for the colloquium, people said it was weird because they've hardly seen me wearing one. Some said I have nice legs. I doubt it. The other friends were just calling me mad because I kept saying how fat I am.

One big (pun not intended) part of me I wish I had the power to change is my chest size.


I get a lot of stick about my boob size. My friends make fun of me about it. It's embarrassing to the point I want to hide it, cover them up.

Of late I complain about my back hurting and the father came up with some reasons why it hurts.
Apart from the way I sit in front of the PC, the fact I drink yoghurt at night (I do not see the relation here), and the chair I sit on at home as the reasons for my never-ending backache, he also said that the size of my boobs contributed to the backache. Apparently, my top is too heavy and that's why the back hurts.

0.0 WTF.

Like what do you want me to do? Go for breast reduction surgery, is it?

I don't like it when people make comments about these things. Yes, I'm insecure, I have issues and I'm shy.

But of late, I have learnt to become comfortable in my own skin. I like the way my jeans fit me (but not the fact they can be pulled down to my knees without unzipping and unbuckling them). I am happy. I love my flaws just the way they are.

I promise not to talk about my weight or how much I hate my boobs or why is it so hard to find shoes in sizes 7 or 8!

Today's article in the NST really summed up how I feel about myself.

I'm comfortable in my own skin...

*****

Uh, random pics-lah, just for the sake of it.


*dies*

Bodoh, how am I going to study-lah if you keep corrupting me like this?


Gareth Bale and Robbie Keane.

Fine, I shall not talk about how adorable the boy is and what I want to do to him. Because there's only room for one paedophile here, and it's not me.


I'm off now. Don't miss me.

You're kinda pretty when you wanna be.

I AM FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, to mark this good news, I am going to post some random pics.


I saw this and I swear it is beyond cute.


*shows to Scouser*
"I'm NOT happy"
"He should be holding MY hand, not Crouchy's!"

More here. Hahaha!

You'll Never Walk Alone indeed.


Yes, I know. Shampoo model. Sigh...Yes, I adore his hair. Got a problem with that?


Oh well, that's as close as you'll get to see YOUR Nicky tower over hug Tomas. Boo...paedophile!


YOU FOUND IT!!!
*buys you cookies*

Yes, I can sleep peacefully now.


JT SHIRTLESS!!!
*curses at the kit of doom*

I don't know how someone of such hotness can be subjected to wearing that.


WTF. The caption read "Unavailable for England team selection, Ashley Cole and John Terry of Chelsea both play in the starting line up as Terry lovingly cleans mud from Cole's face"

WTF! *dies*

I am not pleased. WTF.


The caption read: The Chelsea flourescent yellow away shirts, perfectly mixing in with the police uniforms standing around the touchline.

*dies laughing*

Bloody away kit of doom! Brings no luck to anyone!


I'm done rambling. See you lovely people soon.


Will be going to see Eh, Got Free Ticket Ah? on Thursday =)

Thursday's our pretty little secret, darling.

Oh baby, please tell me.

Yes, I am under a lot of stress the last few weeks. I lack sleep. I lack proper judgement. I lack money focus.

Bugger, you have enough sleep. Look at my sleeping times this week.

I was up from Saturday at 6:30PM until Sunday 8:30AM, not even moving an inch (toilet trips don't count) from the PC.
I woke up at 12:30PM on Sunday and was up until 4AM on Monday.
I woke up at 6AM on Monday and went to sleep only at 2AM on Tuesday.
I was up from 6AM yesterday with NO SLEEP IN BETWEEN and I was up until 2 AM this morning. I was sleeping in front of Tomas. Bloody sad.

So don't you mock me about my tiredness. While all of you sleep peacefully, I am straining my brain and eyes and butt to do things.

Random: I bent down to get something from the floor and a loud "crack" sound came from my back. The mother got scared and asked "Was that your back?" and I nodded and bent down again and another "crack" sound was heard. "Stop doing that! After you'll break your back!". I have a bloody stiff back and Perskindol and Sloan are my back's best friends now.


So, I will be on a temporary hiatus...will most definitely be free by Saturday/Sunday/Monday.

I will leave you with some random things, in case you miss me. I doubt some of you would-lah, but anyways.


Mat Rempits! Told you they were bad! And where's Crouchy?


For the person who's ALWAYS been up to keep me company and ALWAYS nags me to go to sleep. God knows I love you. WTF SIX-PACK ABS!


His feet! The NST has this lovely pic of him today.
*tells mother*
"Look at his feet!"
"Yeah-lah...so long!"
*looks at feet*
*texts Scouser*
"You know what they say about men with big feet: They wear big shoes"
"You definitely ARE wonky. The lack of sleep and the hormone imbalance are getting to you"


0.0

IS THAT LEWIS IN THE MIDDLE??? I know who the other two are (JT and Martin Johnson! *dies*) but is that really Lewis???

*squeals*

Sigh...three of the favourite sports combined in ONE pic. How lovely.

The cousin reckons I'd be married to a Brit bloke. So does half of the population I have as friends. Hahaha!

Before I go...

auntie wants to say "Nadal is cute". HAHAHAHA! This is where I get the randomness from.


Toodles world.


AND GOOD LUCK ENGLAND! Don't screw up, okay? I don't think I'll be watching (I'm volunteering again and I'll be up to do my assignments).

=(

So to those of you who love me, update me please even if Crouchy scores and you have a strong dislike towards him. Be nice for my sake, can?

Love you all the same.


Edited:
I NEVER WANT TO EAT AGAIN.

Damn you-lah for being so picky! I'm picky too but at least I eat whatever she gives me. I complain bout the food but I'm grateful I don't eat outside food a lot like most people I know do.

You keep telling me to be grateful because I don't have to suffer from malnutrition like those people in war-torn countries. I could very well tell you the same thing!

"You three are the ones who deserve to eat, not me"

And yeah, WTF was that for! If I can choose, I'd choose to starve myself and not eat. Everyone knows I have an issue with my weight. I had yoghurt for lunch today. So don't you bloody mock me for eating!

When you said that, I instantly threw my food into the bin. I am appalled. I was disgusted at that one statement.

I don't deserve to eat, I deserve sleep.

I'm going to stay up and starve from now on. I ain't going to eat anything.

We'll see what the hell you have to say to that.

After all, you're my wonderwall.

GOOD MORNING!!!

I know it's 2:30 PM now, but I just woke up so it's morning for me. Yes, I only got into bed at 8:30AM this morning after staying up for 16 hours. I'm okay, don't worry.

Anyways, I'm sure most of you know England beat Austria, thanks to a goal from Crouchy. I found this article. Okay, fine...mate did. I'd like to believe he's England's good luck charm =)


=)

And there was an article in the football pullout of NST yesterday that mentioned something about Xabi praising Crouchy.


Stupid boy. You're better off being a model.
*swears in different languages*

And YOU! Of all people, why didn't you tell me a certain someone was the captain in the second half! *slaps*


Owen is injured AGAIN.
"I say it's high time he retire from football. He's ALWAYS on medical leave"
"Piss off. How is he ever going back to Liverpool-lah if he keeps getting injured like this?"

I'd do anything to be away from that argument. Seriously.

But good news! They only need a draw to qualify! Israel beat Russia 2-1! *dances* Thank you Golan and Barda! And Benny Sahar and Tal Ben Haim!

They weren't showing the live match here, so I had to rely on Matchcast. Mate was eager to see the delayed game (delayed by at least 30 minutes, I think) on ASTRO. So I wasn't allowed to mention anything about the outcome to her. Here I was feeling excited about the result, and I wasn't allowed to express it. Hmmph.

"Do you think Roman would sack Avram Grant just because Russia lost to Israel?"

HAHAHAHAHA! OMG, YOU ARE HILARIOUS! I LOVE YOU!

I wanted Scotland to go through as much as much as I wanted Italy to go through.

Germany won 4-0. Oh, I think their new kit is sexy.

Don't you think so too?
Schweinski! Aren't they adorable?!
Neuville!!! OMG, THE HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH! I can see you grinning from here. He was yours too.


Eeeks...it's the Berbatov hair! *covers eyes in agony* Tomas scored! Okay, yes, call me names if it makes you happy. Pfft.

*****

I need a break.

I desperately do.

*****

This happened at 8AM.

*gets a call*
"Hey, what is it?"
"Oh, thank God you haven't slept yet! Check out Star Mag"
"Who's there?"
"Shut up and just look at the page about the watches!"
"And what am I supposed to see? That the watches cost RM9800 and above? Are you buying me one?"
"NO! LOOK AT THE GUY ON TOP OF THE PAGE!!!"
*groans*
"WTF? Is that Ronan Keating? Why does he look so old and scruffy?"
"He was in KL!!! Shit, why didn't anyone tell me???"
"This is NOT the Ronan Keating I remember seeing in that video for Notting Hill. He looks way past 30"
*shows mother*
"Guess what, my mother says he looks handsome. WTF"
*wails*
"Why are you wailing? Cheer up-lah, they're going to tour the world again soon"

It's amazing to see how much some things change and some things don't. And you know what, when those worlds collide, you realise that you share so many things in common even when the difference is so glaringly obvious.

We all seem so different, but we're just the same.

He's a gentleman, a lover.

Yesterday, I had a brief chat my one of my Liverpool-supporting kawan. Yes, I have too many friends that are Liverpool fans. Bleh.

And he said he would like to see Kuyt, Voronin and Torres play instead of Crouchy because Crouchy's not that useful. Poor Crouchy.

One new text message from ScouserLysa at 3:50AM.
"Eh bugger. Get up. Crouchy just scored"

One new text message from ScouserLysa at 4:15AM.
"Bugger, am I talking to the wall? WAKE UP-LAH! 2-0 already. Benayoun scored. Faster get up-lah, bugger!"

I only woke up at 4:30 (I'm fasting again...5th day, y'all!) and that was the time I got to check the random text messages.

"OMG HE SCORED?! *dances*"

Then, more madness ensued. They blasted in another 6 goals. WTF, whose spirit possessed them?

Bennayoun scored a hattrick, Stevie G scored one (and I got this text message that read "STEVEN SCORED!!! I can go out shopping today"...bugger, save money-lah oi!) and Babel scored a brace (both his goals were a little strange).

And my brother woke up to watch the second half. He actually woke up. Haha.
"Crouch better score another one"
"Yeah, he'd better score"
"Why do people hate Crouch so much? Just because he's thin it doesn't mean he deserves to be hated. He's cute"
"Go marry him-lah"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished saying that, Crouchy scored.


This Arbeloa likes to jump all over people. Hahaha.

Heh. See, two goals. Useful, okay?

Rafa, for the love of hash browns, let Crouchy start the next game against Fulham. He's seen the bench more than he really should.

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Meh. Chelsea, you lucky buggers. I'm so glad the ball didn't go in. I would've cried and eaten if you lost.

Now, when you go to Norway three weeks from now, go and win.


And does anyone know how serious Petr's injury is? It's very important that I know about it. You, shut up.

I miss Paulo Ferreira.

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What is wrong with Valencia???

I'm not happy.

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Dear God, not me!