I am not a slut, Cheongsam Lover.

Hello all, in case I don't post anything interesting here for your perusal anytime soon, it means two things.
01. I am tied up with assignments. I should be free by next Friday. My next assignment is due in December, but still.
02. I am experiencing a triple whammy of pains. Headaches, toothache and the latest, a muscle sprain.

How did the last one happen? Funny story, really.
Well, okay. It's not even the slightest bit funny.

I initially had to go to college at 12, but since Fishy said she thought of coming early at 10 to discuss our assignment together and my mother had a doctor's appointment, so I thought I would go early to college.

I reached there at 8:45 and shook my parents' hands and left. As I reached the lobby, the lift that was going up was about to close. The cleaning lady who at that time was mopping the floor, told the person inside to hold on as she saw me approaching the lift. I walked a little faster because I didn't want the people inside the lift to wait for me.

And I slipped.

Like I stepped on a banana skin.

And fell.

And landed on the right side of my body.

I sat on the floor, wincing in pain, using everything in me not to cry. I sat there, not so much in pain, but more of in total shock. It took a while for me to realise that I slipped.

As I fell, the only thing that went through my mind was "Please let me not fall on my posterior and hit my head hard on the floor. I don't want to be a vegetable so young in life!".

People just stood there stunned. No one helped, not even the security guards (I'm going to cease seeking their help from now on). Well, one girl did come out of the lift and carried my jacket for me -.-'

I was just rubbing my thigh when I got to the floor I wanted to go to. I hesitated to call my mother because she would tell my dad and being the hypochondriac he is, he might just ask the doctor to stab me with needles just to confirm that I was fine.

But I called anyway.

I told her what happened and asked her what to do next since she had a fall two weeks ago, which gave her left thigh quite a bad bruise.

I almost cried while texting the mate and she came up to check up on me, lamenting my 'not-so fantastic' week. I was grateful for that.

It was horribly difficult to sit for 30 seconds without whimpering in pain. All I felt like doing was walk around and just stand.

I just did not want to sit.

I don't think I broke a bone (I joked with Skizzy that "I think the fat surrounding my thigh absorbed the impact most so my bones were spared". She obviously didn't find that statement amusing, judging from the tone of her voice). It's a little swollen and tender but otherwise, nothing damaged.

I will be fine. Trust me.



Oh, thank you Adrian for this.

Dear CheongsamLover,

You are a sick human being.
Do you realise how much you have degraded those girls?
Do you even realise how they would feel if they knew their photos and the comments you made regarding their dressing (or the lack of it, as you claim)?

Tight headscarves? What in the world? Now, it is a sin to wear headscarves the way one is most comfortable with?

Holy Bocephus! I didn't know that!

What anyone chooses to wear if their prerogative, not yours. You do NOT own them.
It makes them comfortable in their own skin to dress the way they do. You do NOT get to judge them.
This is, after all, a free country. We have a right to choose what we wear. YOU DO NOT HAVE A SAY IN THAT.

Women are not meant to be objectified like pieces of meat. We are much higher than that, we have feelings, thoughts, ideas and the likes. Do you think I would enjoy knowing that people can take pictures of me, post it up on their blogs and call me a slut? I would be dead humiliated to be objectified in such a manner that derogatory.

If you have qualms about people's dressing, you should ignore it. Walking away and not saying a word is sometimes, the best thing to do. By the looks of it, judging from my limited knowledge of Islam (I am sanctimonious, after all), I would say that you are no worse than a rapist or a man who commits incest. You take pictures of these innocent women (I do not know them well enough to say they're innocent, but they are not to be blamed for his actions) and post them up in your little blog.

Clearly, I would state that you are committing a sin.

Multiple sins, to be precise.

Seems to me like you actually ENJOY these girls and their so-called slutty dressing.

You condemn these women who wear so-called skimpy outfits for earning a living. At least they are working to earn a living, unlike you, who actually spend time taking their pics and posting them up. Definitely the work of a highly bored and jobless man.

Grow up, get a life, and get off these women's cases, especially about their dressing.

Very bitchy, annoyed, and mostly in pain,
-TTG-

P/S: My boyfriend would like to say a few words too.


How very true.

Make me fall for you, as if I had nothing else to do.

I'm listening to Back For Good and you were the first person I thought about.
You and your random car-slut jokes.

=)

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Have I told you that my friends are so random, they make my stomach hurt from too much laughing?

They're such funny people, I love them.

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I went to BookXcess for the first time and I acted like a kid in the candy store. OMG that place is like book heaven!

I tell you, not many people find joy in a good book.

Or random things like "Loving cougars is not a crime". Hahaha!

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How do you justify your reasons of respecting someone?

I mean, wouldn't it seem trite to list all the qualities you find admirable in a person you have great respect for?

Note that respect and liking could be two different things. You could like someone for who they are and respect them, and you could respect someone without liking them.

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Oh yes, never ever insult my Chelsea boys and criticise my judgments.

You don't tell me that Petr Cech is clumsy and call Edwin van der Sar awesome and top form.

I have half a mind to say "Eh you said he's on top form but Holland's out? How then?" but no, my mother taught me right and told me not to stoop that low.

And also I like those Dutch boys.

YOU have no right to make fun of my Slaven Bilic okay? He is ten thousand kinds of awesome that you will never be.

Oh and my underdog team, Turkey is in the semi-finals. HAH!

Hell hath no fury like a Chelsea fan scorned. You ought to know that by now.

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I make more sense when I have a headache and when I'm horribly cranky.

*****

If ever I ask you if I should cut my hair, kick me. Hard.

*hugs*
"Are you smelling my hair?"
"Yup"
"Oh"
"Promise you won't cut it short"
"Why?"
"Your hair frames your face perfectly and I just love seeing the way it covers your face when you're asleep"

Bugger, don't be a stalker-lah? Scary.

"And you look like a panda"

How nice of you to actually notice my eyebags.
Idiot.

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I finally get to curl up in bed comfortably.

Thank God for the miracles that are 2PM classes on Thursdays.

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.

Sleep peacefully now, my child.

As usual, I was not supposed to update. But this is beyond hilarious it had to be shared.


I used this to enhance the dramatic effects-lah.

I am marriage material.

Read this.

My name is XXX. 22y old. i am a born Muslim, allahamdulillah.
nice to meet you. inshallah, i would like you to be my best friend.
You can contact me on XXXXX.
you can add me to chat when ever u want to okay.
please e-mail me with your pic.
please are you interested in marriage?
i am looking for a good Muslim girl like you. if u are interested in me then, i accept. i am looking too.
Allah Bless you.
Nice meeting you.

Okay. Good Muslim girl? Like seriously, if you heard the stories of what I did a few weeks back, you'd seriously re-evaluate that statement. Yes, all of you may laugh your heads off at this statement. I know you want to.

And no. NOT INTERESTED.

"Study first, then get married"

I hear you loud and clear, mama.

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I hate the weather.

And girls, do me a favour. Treat and love your body right.

I've run out of yoghurt at home, but I have prawn rolls!

Keloid will be jabbed two Mondays from now. Expect to see a fidgety cow looking for sundaes to eat.

And oh, I'm not romantic. I think V-Day is too over-commercialised. Ya-lah, I suck...what's your point?

And this may sound weird, but I'm trying to abstain myself from consuming fast food.
Go ahead and laugh but it's the truth. So don't be sadists and tempt me. I will burn you all.

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There, that's it. I won't be updating soon. I'm hibernating. Toodles.

There's a hope everytime there's a sound.

You want to know what I think of the game? Heh...this could be either long or short. Depends on what the brain has in mind.

01. I hate Avram Grant. Like seriously. Even when Jose moped, he looked every inch of a sex god. Avram Grant...yuck. He looked scary. I am not kidding. The father says he looks like a hippopotamus that just came out from the swamp. He's not known for his subtleties. I can tell he misses Jose though.

02. True, they had fighting spirit. I don't deny that. But there was only one team dominating the game. There was NO one trying. You could see the only ones working hard were the defenders, mainly Ashley and Paulo. And this was way before the red card. They kept passing the ball to the opponents instead. Very frustrating, okay.

03. The referee was MY man-of-the-match. He practically ruined the game. Sending Mikel off for no reason (if at all he fouled Evra, it should've been a yellow card). Not ending the game when it was supposed to which led to the first goal. Don't get me started on the penalty. Even the father said it wasn't one. No one touched Saha. I may be blonde, but I'm not blind.

04. JT was lucky to not have been carded for trying to steal the red card from the ref. And you know what irritates me most? The fact he has not come out in public to say that he is NOT the cause of Jose's departure. If he cleared the air over the issue, it would make the fans believe in him. Keeping mum about it only proves that he had a hand in it. Which makes the father's argument about JT being all high and mighty ever since being given the England captaincy valid.

05. Shouldn't Rooney have been sent off? Bleh.

06. A draw would have been good.

07. You call that entertaining? Heck, if I wanted entertainment, I would have gone to watch a freaking circus.

08. Not only Avram Grant is ugly, he is also dull. His press conferences are so boring, it makes Kimi Raikkonen, who is known for the fact he slurs when giving his post-race interview and needs subtitles in English when he speaks, sound pretty decent. Scratching your nails on a chalk board would sound even better than that. I am being honest.

09. So Avram Grant...still think you're NO MAN's puppet? Well, newsflash! You're ROMAN's puppet. And what was he lauding Sheva for! And what was van Basten doing there! It's not like Robben or van Nistelrooy were playing in that game! Sven and McClaren? Okay, I get it, but Marco van Basten? There's no Dutch player in any of the side. Oh wait, Edwin van der Sar's Dutch. But still!

10. I want Jose back! I miss seeing his antics on the touchline. Not seeing Rui, Baltemar, Silvino and Andres made me sad. Avram Grant just sits there, looking all grumpy. Seeing only Steve Clarke protesting made me miss them more. And the long banner made me tear a bit.


I would say that Man U would've won, but not with the help of the referee. If the referee was fair and unbiased, they would've won or gotten a draw. They were quite lucky in getting the goals.


I have a bigger concern now. What if Didier is already fit, but he throws a hissy fit and refuses to play because he is still upset over Jose's departure and says he's not fit to play? Worse still, what if he leaves? What if Lampsy leaves too?

Life goes on. Hull City and Fulham next. God bless us all.

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At first I thought getting Gianfranco Zola as the new manager would've been great. But then I thought against it. I mean...he wouldn't survive under Roman. Roman wants a puppet on a string and Zola isn't one. I'd be happy to see Zola as Chelsea's manager but NOT when Roman's around.

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More woe. Great. Now Ronnie Rabbit wants to come to Chelsea.

You're really making me lose my patience now.

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I sold Xabi and Ryan Babel and bought Charles N'Zogbia and Fabregas.
Finally I have enough money to buy that young thing!

No worries, I will buy Xabi back when he's not injured. Eh, I promise. Before buying them, I had only two fit midfielders playing (Lampsy, Tomas and Xabi were all out injured...hmmph!).

Where got people play 5-2-3 formation?! One really weird formation-lah.

At least now got three fit midfielders not so bad-lah. And I got Fabregas now, after so long!

I'm going to get rid of a defender next. No, it's not Carragher. It's someone who is equivalent to him.

Take a guess, and I'll buy you cookies.

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The father told me something fairly interesting about Jose that made me jump up and down in glee. I can trust the father on things like this because he knows people who know people who know people who know people, but then again...

Well, at least the jumping up and down part was the only good part while watching the game.

"She's got the stalking all planned out. Wonderful"

And no...I'm not converting into a Liverpool fan. Hmmph.

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I am so tired and stressed. I have done a bit of my Biopsych assignment. But I still don't get it.

September, just end quickly. I want October to come fast because of my birthday random things. Shameless advertising.

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I've lost a good two kilos in the span of two weeks.

Wonderful.

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Eeks. Jamie Scott. Is. So. Cute.

*dies*

Fine. Blame me for my fangirling tendencies, but that song is so sweet. And it's my official alarm clock. "No wonder you never wake up when I tell you to"

I told you I'm honest, okay? I don't lie.

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P/S: I think I brought bad chi into the game. I was having a flu the whole night of last night.

I am being stalked 3.

Some stalkers should just be sent to rehab-lah. WTF?

Why is that this stalker of mine (no, it ain't the Filipino guy, okay?) stalks me every time it's nearing Valentine's day, his birthday, or my own birthday???

I only matter to him on those days is it?

That's not my point. My point is I have dropped so many obvious and not obvious hints saying that I am fine, I have freaking moved on with life and enjoying life as it is.

It's been two years. Why don't you grow up and leave me alone?

Still not done ruining my life eh? Why don't you screw another chick? Not like I don't know that's what you do best.

I don't give a damn if you slit your wrists for me. Buy me expensive gifts. Carve my name on your hands. I don't care.

If you treat me like a trophy that you proudly display in your trophy cabinet of your girlfriends AND hook up with other girls behind my back, you don't deserve me. Honestly.

My friends were right and I pushed them away. It took me one solid good year to get their trust back. You think that's easy? Screw you.

Don't tell me to block him, because I already have. And I still don't get how people can send messages once you've blocked them. It's official. Bill Gates doesn't like me and thinks I should be miserable.

Ignore him? Good idea, but it worked for a while. He's back, isn't he?

Bleargh. I'm going to watch people feeding champagne to each other. Damn cute, okay!

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I adore her.

Monday:
"Maybe she realised you ran a little skint on money, that's why she undercharged you. Or maybe...she reads your blog"

Tuesday:
"You are a dungu of the highest order!"

Wednesday:
**this had to have the full conversation**
"Oh my God. The cars stopped for me!"
"Yeah, that's because the traffic light was red"

Today:
**this one too**
"Eh eh...monkeys!"
"Act like never seen monkeys before -.-' "

Her royal bitch-ness, YNWA.

*****

Currently listening to:
Love Today - Mika.

Well you ain't gonna tease no other, gonna make you a lover!

Mika helps in everything. Even in completing assignments.

*****

UPDATED [5:21 PM]:

This is NOT what I'd call as funny. Whoever who did this, just own up, okay?

As far as I'm concerned:
1. I am NOT a Manchester United fan.
2. I would NOT use my name to register for a site like that.
3. I would NOT post at a site like that.
4. I know for sure it is NOT my mother who used my name because she's NOT obsessed.
5. I know for sure it is NOT my friends who used my name because they'd rather use other people's name than mine (yes, my name is NOW incredibly famous because that political analyst's daughter shares the same name as mine and some other unmentionable traits) .

I am not pleased. I just want to know who did this and why on Earth did you use my name for a Manchester United site?

I am not pointing fingers, so just own up-lah okay? If you think it's fun to use my name for things like this...I have no words for you, except that I think you should be slapped.

It's okay if you use the old site. I don't want to claim it. But my name?

Hello, your parents spend time racking their brains to come up with a name for you, cannot use your name, is it?

What happened to this thing called "asking for permission"?

This is not a joke. You know why? Because I'm NOT laughing.