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.

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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.

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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

Open letter to the former blonde Maradona.

**Something bad happened, I don't want to talk about it. The point is when I don't reply you, it means I'm not quite there yet. Have a little patience, yeah?**


Dear Eidur Gudjohnsen,

I clearly remember reading some news/rumours that you were joining Manchester United and that Ruud van Nistelrooy would come to Chelsea. I was devastated. He can't leave, I said. It wouldn't be perfect if he left. I thought they were just rumours and I just threw them out of the window.

How wrong I was to do so.

You leaving Chelsea broke my heart into millions of pieces that was glued back together thanks to a good fix of McDonalds' chocolate sundae with extra chocolate. No thanks to you, I've grown slightly pudgier than usual. Boo...

You joined Barcelona to be part of their triumphs. When you seemed happy at Barcelona, I cried. Yes, I had issues then. It was one of those weeks that I felt was just too difficult to deal with. Oh of all teams, why Barcelona? Red and maroon. Ugly bright yellow. Ugly bright orange. What the hell were you thinking? Blue is always the colour.

And then, I decided to let go. I finally came to terms that you no longer played for Chelsea. I decided to be happy for you.

Or so I thought.

When Barcelona had to play Chelsea in the group stages of the Champions League, it was different. It was sad, because you were not there.

But I couldn't care less, you took a back seat. My love for them was unwavering.

When you scored against Chelsea and celebrated, I decided to finally hate you. Officially.

You can score the most amazing goal in the world, and I'd still hate you. You are now on the same level as the gayboy, Mawi, and the abomination. Only slightly higher because I'm not so evil.

While Chelsea have lost their Premiership, we've at least won two trophies. Whereas, you have have won zilch in Barcelona.

How tragically sad.

That's all I've got to say.

Moral of the story: Stay with the blue people. They rock.


Yours unlovingly,
-me-

P/S: If you join Manchester United because it would be nice to play in a team that plays in the Champions League, I suggest you could join Arsenal. Man U have a very pretty blonde boy in the form of Alan Smith and Chelsea don't want you.

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Adios Becks.

Seriously, his kids look like him. The youngest one damn cute-lah! The back of their shirts read "DADDY 23".

0_0

Copy JT, is it! Hmmph.

Oh yay, Barca lost their trophy! *dances*

Congratulations, Real Madrid!


(due to personal requests, I shall post up something tomorrow, which is not my style and I'm so embarrassed about it)

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Proven theory 1: When I sneeze on a particular footballer, they won't score for two months.
Proven theory 2: Lewis Hamilton wins every time I don't watch the race.

He won this morning's US GP. Yay him!


Champagne...


Yes, I'm better than you. Grow up, Alonso.

That's all I've got to say.

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I was reading the sports pages of the NST and The Sun. WAG weddings and all.

The headline for the NST about the wedding was:
"MANCHESTER UNITED 2 LIVERPOOL 1"
MU win in marriage stakes.

-.-"

Oh now the weddings are a competition-lah! No, seriously. This is beyond ridiculous, okay! People want to get married, let them-lah. They're not playing for their club when they say "I do". They're normal people, like you and me, when it comes to matters relating to family or love.

And you people misled an old lady, who thought they played a friendly or something. Have you no shame in misleading an old lady like that?


The Sun was no better either. They matched the wrong WAG to the footballers. Save Steven Gerrard and his wife Alex, the rest were mismatched.

Would you believe that John Terry was matched with Abigail Clancy instead of Toni Poole? They believed that Abigail Clancy was Toni. Yo, got big difference between those two, okay?

And Gary Neville was paired with Melanie Slade. Emma Hadfield is a brunette and she's way older than Melanie!


At least The Star had the decency to put some sense in their WAG wedding news report.

No one makes sense. Nothing makes sense.
I don't make sense.

My friends are nuts.

The friends have lost it completely. They are so funny and make me forget my problems even for just the span of two minutes.

Taking random photos of ourselves. And fangirling our tutor [and he's just 20 and he's finished his 3rd year!].

And they're bigger perverts than I am. Yes, I am very nice. Haha.


I have a massive headache since 10 last night. It hurts and the worst part of it all, when I was trying to learn about the damned SPSS thing, my head just went blank. I couldn't understand a single thing.

The stress has taken its toll on me. I'm going to have a nice nap now.

Before I go though..













Ignore the woman. Crouch is HOT. Don't agree, go away.

Toodles, people.